May I Gently Suggest, #3

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Joshilyn Jackson is a master. I didn't know this for far too long. I've enjoyed her blog for a while, I figured she was an entertaining writer and I should check out her novels--and then I did and then I read them all and I was so tired and hungry and amazed. This one may be her best yet.  I have to warn you, if you think you can read a couple of chapters before you go to bed, you are incorrect. You'll get sucked in and then it will be dawn.

Julia's Child is, simply, a delightful romp. In fact I used the phrase "delightful romp" in the blurb I was asked to write for it, but then the author was all maybe you should read it first? And I was like, what? I haven't blurbed before, I mean, shut up, fine. And guess what I WAS RIGHT it was. DELIGHTFUL. ROMPY. I didn't put that in the blurb, though, because really. I did add that I missed my subway stop because I was so absorbed in reading the book, because I DID. Truth in blurbing!

Suggested by a reader! Who was correct! This was very fun. Boy, am I an advanced reviewer. "Very fun." Note the use of the word "very." That means the reviewer found the book more than simply fun--she found it super-duper fun! Oof.

I don't think I should have read this right after the Magician's King, though--I've now had enough surly teenaged boys encountering magical lands filled with mystery and danger, thank you.


“Polymath” doesn’t even begin to describe Silverstein. His creativity extended in so many directions that his archivists must be versed not just in turn-of-the-century world children’s literature, but Waylon Jennings’s deep cuts; not just in reel-to-reel tape preservation, but how to keep an old restaurant napkin scribbled with lyrics from falling apart. And you also learn that Silverstein seemed to have a terrific time drawing, rhyming, and singing his way through life.

Finally, I haven't grabbed a copy of the new Shel Silverstein collection Every Thing On It, but I'm going to--if not for Henry, then for ME. I loved this piece about Silverstein's life, and the amazing body of work he left behind. Except it made me cry at the end. Damn it.

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