Monthly Archives: February 2011

Movie Tie-In Editions of Books

Water for Elephants MTIStacy recently complained noted that Maggie and Carley were getting the most blog shout-outs lately. This may be true but that’s because blog post ideas are often hard to come by so I like to give credit where credit is due. This is all to say that I’m apologizing now because this post was inspired by a conversation Carley and I had not long ago about the movie tie-in editions of books.

This topic feels particularly relevant what with the Oscars being just last night. Of the movies nominated this year in the “Best Picture” category, four are based on books: The Social Network, True Grit, 127 Hours and Winter’s Bone.

Whenever a book is made into a movie there is much discussion about how well it will be adapted, whether the actors fit the image of the book, and whether the film version can live up to the print version. Less often talked about is what happens to the books at this point. While their plots are getting glitzed up for the big screen, the books typically undergo their own makeover with new movie tie-in jacket art. Above is the artwork for the soon to be released movie tie-in edition of Water for Elephants, a book I really liked that my mom, my dad, Carley and probably a whole lot of other people liked a lot too. Below is the original jacket cover for the book:

Water for Elephants

I never really thought all that much about these editions of the books. But Carley had. As we wandered the bookstore and noticed a few, she told me how much she disliked when book covers were changed to reflect the movie. I could see her point. It feels a little less genuine. Instead of seeing a teen heartthrob on the cover, I’d rather see what the art director originally envisioned as the best embodiment of the book within.

Then again, if a movie related image will get more people into a bookstore and picking up a book, then more power to it I suppose.

What do you all think of these new “Hollywood” versions of books?

Bloodroot Makes The Tournament of Books

Every March, there’s this little thing called March Madness involving basketball games or some such and Andrew gets pretty into it. Well, this year I may have found my own “madness” to be a part of. I seem to have stumbled across The Tournament of Books, which every spring pits celebrated books from the previous calendar year against each other in head-to-head match-ups until one book emerges victorious winning the title of The Rooster, Champion Book of the Year. No, I don’t know why it’s called The Rooster, but then again I just found out about this tournament yesterday, so please excuse me if I don’t know all of the details yet.

You can see a larger, more readable version of the bracket by clicking here. And when you look, you’ll realize there are some pretty great books in the mix. Of the 16, I’ve only read three – Freedom, Room, and Skippy Dies – but I really liked them. Plus, there are at least a few more in the tournament that I’ve been meaning to read. In fact, one of them is on my mom’s list so it’s definitely in the queue. That would be Bloodroot and it’s up against The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, which I’ve heard a lot about. This specific showdown takes place March 17 so I will keep you all posted if you don’t follow along yourself.

I’ve never read either book, but I feel like I should be rooting for anything having to do with my mom’s list. So, while Andrew’s anxiously following whatever teams are in March Madness, I’ll be keeping up with these books (not to be confused with the more basketball-related bookies).

Weird Al Wrote a Book…And It Did Well

Weird Al on the NYT Bestseller List

This post is for my brother. Growing up, Adam loved Weird Al Yankovic and all his silly parodies of popular songs. I did not love them as much at the time, but mostly because my brother did love them and so I had to have something to complain about. Surprisingly, I have since gained an appreciation for the crazy musical numbers.

That’s all just background, though, for this current news, which is that “Weird Al” has written a children’s book. And not just any children’s book – one that landed at the number 4 spot on the New York Times’ bestseller list last week and is still holding steady at number 9 this week. Evidence of this success is in the picture above. But what really stood out to me was that he is listed as simply Al Yankovic. It looks so weird without the Weird.

Anyway, his book, When I Grow Up, actually looks really cute. It’s about an 8-year-old who is considering what career he should pursue, from snail trainer to artist who sculpts out of chocolate mousse, and a lot of things in between. You can enjoy an excerpt from the book below read by Weird Al himself:

Cute, right? But for my brother’s sake (and, okay, maybe a little mine too), I have to end with a classic Weird Al song. Amish Paradise, take it away.

 

Let’s Take The Long Way Home

Let's Take The Long way HomeWhile I was at Borders this past weekend, I casually picked up books I had heard a lot about and read the back covers. Then I got to Let’s Take The Long Way Home by Gail Caldwell. I’d skimmed the USA Today review of the book a couple of months ago and it caught my eye again.

Let’s Take The Long Way Home is a memoir about Gail’s relationship with her best friend who died from lung cancer. Gail and Caroline Knapp bonded later in life over writing, dogs, and their shared alcoholic past. As the description says, “It’s an old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.”

The first time I heard about Let’s Take The Long Way Home I noted that it sounded interesting and then thought nothing of it. When I re-read the description in Borders, though, I realized that the name Caroline Knapp sounded familiar. Turns out that’s because her memoir, Drinking: A Love Story, is on my mom’s list.

Now, I think maybe somewhere down the line I will read Let’s Take The Long Way Home. It does seem a little Year of Magical Thinking-esque, which as I’ve mentioned is a bit more sad and depressing than I would normally seek out, but I also like the idea of it celebrating a friendship. And I like that it ties in to my mom’s list. So we’ll see where my reading takes me.

Saying Goodbye to Borders

Borders ClosingLast week, Borders filed for bankruptcy and announced that it will be closing 200 of its stores across the country. From what I’ve heard, only one Borders will remain open in New York City and it is not the one I frequent.

So, in addition to honoring the presidents this past weekend, I also honored Borders by visiting one of the closing stores not once but twice. Okay, so I mostly went to accompany people who had to use up their Borders’ gift certificates before it was too late. But I love bookstores and, even though I’ve always been a Barnes & Noble kind of girl, I’m sad to see Borders go. It’s bad for the publishing industry and it’s bad for book lovers. As convenient as it is to order books online, and I certainly do it plenty, there is no replacement for walking around a store and discovering new books that way.

So, farewell Kips Bay Borders, and best of luck to the surviving Borders.

A Presidents’ Day Weekend Full of Reading

Lincoln readingThis Monday is Presidents’ Day and for some reason that means I have the day off of work and I’m not complaining. But while I’d love to spend the entire extended weekend commemorating the birthdays of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln, I’ve got to take some time out to do a little reading.

A few days ago, I started Family Album, but other books must take precedence. I’ve got a few work manuscripts that have to get read this week. This is, of course, entirely my fault – I’ve been wanting to and meaning to do this reading for a while now, but my mom’s list somehow distracted me. So I’ll do like Lincoln is doing in the picture and get to reading (though most likely without a small child on my lap).

The problem is that I’m not that far into Family Album and I’m certainly not hooked yet. I’m worried that if I take a break to read other books when I come back I’ll have no idea what’s going on. So my challenge this presidential birthday weekend is to tackle some work related reading, not completely lose my spot in Family Album, and still have a fun weekend full of relaxing and celebrating another VIP’s birthday – Maggie’s!

And yes, I have just been waiting for an opportunity to use a How I Met Your Mother clip on the blog.

Next Next Up? The Wednesday Sisters

The Wednesday SistersThe book club authorities (and by “authorities” I mean Maggie and Steph who are hosting the next gathering) have spoken and our next book is… The Wednesday Sisters by Meg Waite Clayton.

If that book sounds familiar, it’s probably because you’ve memorized my mom’s list. The Wednesday Sisters comes from the list so I’ll be knocking off two birds with one literary stone by reading it. It’s always nice when that happens though I did not request it.

I’ll have more on The Wednesday Sisters later when I actually get around to it. For now, back to Family Album!

Another Year of Magical Thinking?

A Widow's StoryThis morning I found in my inbox a Maximum Shelf dedicated to Joyce Carol Oates’ new memoir A Widow’s Story. While my first instinct was to delete the e-newsletter without reading it, my curiosity urged me onward.

The publisher describes the book as “the universally acclaimed author’s poignant, intimate memoir about the unexpected death of Raymond Smith, her husband of forty-six years, and its wrenching, surprising aftermath.”

If you think like me, you probably read that and thought that sounds familiar, that sounds like Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking. If you think like me than neither of us are original thinkers because apparently this is a very common comparison. In fact, Oates herself recognizes the similarities. The Maximum Shelf article writes, “If your first reaction to A Widow’s Story is to imagine that we’ve covered this subject in The Year of Magical Thinking, Oates is well ahead of you. ‘Thank you for the Joan Didion memoir, which I’d already read–but will happily re-read,” she e-mails one of her many consolers. “I know that there is much melancholy wisdom here.’” An NPR article calls A Widow’s Story “more raw than Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking, to which it will inevitably be compared.”

I tell you all of this because The Year of Magical Thinking is on my mom’s list and so I read it. It’s since popped up again in more of my reading. If you read along with me and enjoyed The Year of Magical Thinking (as much as you can enjoy a memoir of grief), perhaps you will want to read The Widow’s Story. For me, one heartbreaking memoir about a close family death is enough for the time being.

Judging a Book By Its Cover

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I’d like to give you an update on Family Album by Penelope Lively, but I’ve been so busy lately that I only just started it. So that only leaves me the cover by which to judge the book.

I know, I know, you’re not supposed to do that.

But Google Image-ing the cover for an earlier post about the book got me thinking. One book can have a few different covers over the span of its lifetime. Family Album has had at least three, which you can see above. The one on the left is from the hardcover. The one in the middle is the one I own and it’s for the paperback. On the right is the UK edition.

I would love to hear the reasoning behind each one, but absent that I can only judge. Personally, the paperback one is my favorite and not just because it’s the copy I have. To me, the hardcover is a little too plain while the UK edition is a little too quaint.

Anyone else have an opinion? Vote in the comments! In the meantime, I’ll get to reading so we can talk about more than just cover art.

 

The New Yorkers Brings Me Back

The New YorkersYesterday Carley and I spent a good amount of time wandering around Barnes and Noble for no reason. Don’t worry this isn’t really another blog post about how much I love bookstores… though that was definitely discussed.

Instead it’s about a book that caught my eye at the store. More specifically, it’s about the book The New Yorkers by Cathleen Schine.

Flash back three and a half years when I told my mom that I was jealous of everyone who lived within driving distance to Northwestern. Packing for a new school year was so much easier for them since they could just fill the car to capacity while I had to fit everything into two suitcases. Tough life, eh? So my mom suggested we road trip to Chicago my senior year. I figured, why not? Then I realized it would take 20 some odd hours translating to just over two days in the car. But my mom’s enthusiasm didn’t fade so I got on board with the plan.

In preparation for the trip, I decided to buy my mom an audiobook for us to listen to for all those hours. I picked The New Yorkers because the cover caught my eye and it is about New York and dogs, both things my mom liked. In the end, it was not our favorite story, but it did keep us entertained for a while. And now, seeing it in the story, brings back the fond memories of that trip and the multiple Cracker Barrels we ate in and the crazy weather we drove through and just being with my mom. So thanks for that The New Yorkers.