Okay folks- here’s my idea for December. A Secret Santa book exchange. Here are the rules:
1. Fill out this form
2. Email me the form (firstname.lastname@example.org) by DECEMBER 5th
3. Wait to receive your email notitying you regarding your Secret Santa by DECEMBER 8th
4. Review your Secret Santa’s form and check out his/her website to get an idea of his/her interests
5. Send your Secret Santa a book (new or gently used). Let’s limit this to paperbacks only.
6. Anxiously await your book, which should be coming soon.
*Limited to Continental US only.
Let’s see how many people we can get involved in this Book Exchange. Please feel free to link to this post through your own website. ‘Tis the Season.
I LOVE Barbara Kingsolver and this books sounds promising:
You had better write all this in your notebook, she said, the story of what happened to us in Mexico. So when nothing is left of us but bones, someone will know where we went.
Born in the US, reared in a series of provisional households in Mexico, Harrison Shepherd is mostly a liability to his social-climbing mother, Salomé. From a coastal island jungle to the unpaved neighbourhoods of 1930s Mexico City, his fortunes never steady as Salomé finds her rich men-friends always on the losing side of the Mexican Revolution. He aims for invisibility, observing his world and recording everything with a peculiar selfless irony in his notebooks. Life is whatever he learns from servants putting him to work in the kitchen, errands he runs in the streets, and one fateful day, by mixing plaster for famed Mexican muralist Diego Rivera. Making himself useful in the household of the muralist, his wife Frida Kahlo, and exiled Bolshevik leader Lev Trotsky, young Shepherd inadvertently casts his lot in with art and revolution. A violent upheaval sends him north to a nation newly caught up in the internationalist goodwill of World War II. In Carolina, he remakes himself in America’s hopeful image. Under the watch of his peerless stenographer, Violet Brown, he finds an extraordinary use for his talents of observation. But political winds continue to push him between north and south, in a plot that turns many times on the unspeakable breach – the lacuna – between truth and public presumption.
The Lacuna is a gripping story of identity, connection with our past, and the power of words to create or devastate. Crossing two decades, from the vibrant revolutionary murals of Mexico City to the halls of a Congress bent on eradicating the colour red, The Lacuna is as deep and rich as the New World itself. (Taken from borders.com)
I am going to buy it tonight.
Right now I am reading Brave New World with my seniors. This is not a light read. I need balance. I need light reads mixed in with my heavy dystopic, oh no look what we have become, literature. So sometimes, yes sometimes, I read fluff. Right now I have discovered the Sookie Stackhouse novels and am plowing through this series at breakneck speed. If you want a book that requires not a whole lot of thinking, but will definitely keep you entertained- I recommend Charlaine Harris. She’s funny. Think Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, kind of funny. Go on read them, you know you want to.