Saturday, 7 April 2018

My "Stop Procrastinating on Your Phone" 2018 book challenge

Ah, faffing about on your phone.  The completely free (apart from all the stuff you buy), mindless activity, that requires no major investment of brain power, and sucks hours, weeks, potentially decades from lives.  I LOVE it, but I do it far, far too much. I decided that in 2018 I was going to set myself a target to read 100 books, in an attempt to distract myself from the demon phone.  

Cunningly, I downloaded Audible, so that the phone can be complicit in the undoing of my ridiculous procrastination.  If I'm listening to Audible, I can't follow Mumsnet properly.  I have prioritised Audible, because I find I absolutely love it.  There are so many books I want to read, Audible forces them down my ears.  I've included the books I've listened to, which may be cheating, but I rather think not.

So here I present my list of books I've read in 2018 so far, why I read them, and what I thought:

1) Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke

Whilst I love my brother in law dearly, we do not generally share a taste in books.  He likes great books, and I can tell they are great, and I can see why he likes them, generally, but I don't. I am thrilled to announce that, after knowing him for 18 years, he recommended a book that I not only liked, but loved.

It's a very long and involved book, but totally brilliant. I loved the weaving in of magic with something that reads like standard historical fiction.

2) Persuasion by Jane Austen

I love an episode of A Good Read on Radio 4. I was listening to the episode with Mel and Sue, from ages ago, and one of them talked about Persuasion by Jane Austen.  In my formative years, I considered myself a pre-eminent Austen scholar, having won £90 for an essay about buildings and social status in 2000, which I spent on jeans and sparkly belts from Oasis, as all self-respecting serious academics do.  To my shame, I realised, that, several years later, and that £90 being literally the peak of my academic prowess, I haven't even actually read Persuasion.  This probably limits my ability to deem myself an expert.  I read it, liked it, and was extremely glad that I didn't have to write an essay about it.

3) Brother in the Land by Robert Swindells

Another book that I heard about on A Good Read, that I assumed I had read, but actually hadn't.  I made a vague mental note to read it, and then discovered it on the shelf of my own classroom, in a lovely 1990s copy with a font I really like.  Fate.  I took it home and read it in one evening. Like Children of the Dust, it utterly defied scientific reality, but was exceptionally powerful.

4) The Other Mrs Walker by Mary Paulson Ellis

Lent to me by my lovely friend at work, I really wanted to like this, because it was a great idea for a story, but it was so over-written.  Clumsy imagery, confusing ending, too much co-incidence.

5) Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine

I loved the flawed, interesting characters, but was annoyed by the twist, which I felt was totally unnecessary.

6) La Belle Sauvage by Philip Pullman

I absolutely loved this, mainly because I loved the first trilogy, but also because I grew up taking walks to Godstow with my family, because my Nan lived in Wolvercote.  I think I would have loved it anyway, but it always helps to know where you are, even if the novel is set in an alternative reality. Childhood often feels like an alternative reality at any rate.

7) The Girl with All the Gifts by MR Carey

This was like a dumbed down version of all seven books of Charlie Higson's The Enemy series. Higson for beginners! Really good villain in the evil Doctor character.

8) North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell

Third in the series of Books I Thought I'd Already Read this year is this one. Over-written, in the style of a book that was originally written for a magazine, this is an interesting read, with an annoying main character, and a good love story. I was amused by an audio copy I found on YouTube, read by an American, where the Yorkshire folk had a very interesting hybrid Irish accent.

9) The End of Mr Y by Scarlett Thomas

Read this for Book Group.  A fab idea, which was slightly ruined by the writer feeling the need to share everything she's ever learned about Derrida.

10) Fatherland by Robert Harris

A thread on Mumsnet (OK, I'm not fully cured yet) prompted me to read this.  I was sure that my Dad and MIL both had a copy, but apparently they both went to the charity shop years ago, so I downloaded it on the kindle. It took a while to get into, but was rather brilliant.  

11) Soviet Bus Stops by Christopher Herwig

I heard about this on Radio 4, and was so glad I bought it.  A glimpse into a totally unfamiliar world, showing the art in the mundane.  Fabulous.

12) Wed Wabbit by Lissa Evans 

Part of my Carnegie reading for this year, but mainly bought because I loved Small Change for Stuart so very much.  This is great, hilarious, thought-provoking. C loved it.

13) Acts of Kindness From Your Armchair by Anita Nelson

Somebody recommended this on Mumsnet as a book to read at night to calm anxiety, so I bought it for C. Some bits will be useful, he says.  It was a little on the woo side for me.

14) The Call by Peadar O'Guillin

Carnegie Longlist, but not eventually shortlisted, which is a shame.  It's a wonderful mix of Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, The Hunger Games and The Secret History with Old Irish Myths. It might as well have been called Part 1, though, so obviously was it part of a trilogy.

15) Ketchup Clouds by Annable Pitcher 

A recommendation from A.  Clever epistolary novel with a slightly depressing ending.

16) Marianne Dreams by Catherine Storr

I was inspired to read this by a Mumsnet thread about "inappropriate books you read as a child". Along with Virginia Andrews, Danielle Steele, Jilly Cooper, etc, there were several mentions of this, which is, apparently, terrifying.

I knew enough about the book from the thread not to be scared, but I know I'd have loved it as a child. Like a menacing Moondial. Unsettling ending. Just fabulous.

17) The Explorer

I loved this so very much that I dusted down the blog for it.

18) When the Adults Change Everything Changes by Paul Dix

Key word being "adults". I really liked this, but it's a bit irritating to read about initiatives that have full-staff consistency as a guiding principle when I can't enforce this.  Will implement some things though.

19) The Alice Network by Kate Quinn

Another one for the book group. The main character annoyed me greatly, and the motifs were heavy handed, but the story was a good one.

20) Flawed by Cecelia Ahern.

Suffice to say that this is very aptly named. 

21) The Mermaid and Mrs Hancock by Imogen Hermes Gower

LOVED this.  It took me ages to read, because it was so involved. Similar vein to Golden Hill, but better.

22) The End We Start From by Megan Hunter.  

Almost more of a prose poem than a novel.  I loved it, and wanted it to be longer.  Will definitely look out for anything else she writes.

23) The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce

This really made me want to go on a random walking adventure, and I have promised myself that one day I will.  

24) The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead.

Brutal. Slightly disappointing ending.

25) Where the World Ends by Geraldine McCaughrean

Carnegie Shortlist 2018. I don't understand why this was shortlisted and The Explorer wasn't. Same sort of thing, but not as good. Like Lord of the Flies with puffins.

26) After the Fire by Will Hill

Carnegie Shortlist 2018. Excellent. A really important topic, well written about here. I think The Hate U Give will win, but this would be a worthy winner too.

27) The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt

Glad I listened to this one, as it was a bit rambling. Great characters, unpleasant plot. The kind of thing MrM might watch on TV. Reminded me of Days Without End, but better.

28) Beetle Boy by MG Leonard

Read to C.  Good idea, but slow-moving. Neither of us have any great desire to read the rest of the trilogy.

29) Turn of Mind by Alice LaPlante

I have discovered that the Wellcome Collection (one of my favourite London places to visit, and definitely one of my favourite bookshops) have a book prize.  I bought one of the shortlist for this year (I have 200 pages left), and then bought most of the previous winners second-hand or on the kindle.  This was the winner in 2011, and is brilliant.  Like Elizabeth is Missing, but better-written, and with zero feel-good factor. Great twist.

30) The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris.

Just amazing.  So, so awful that this could happen. Incredibly moving.  Everyone should be obligated to read it.

My currently reading shelf on Goodreads has 9 books on it! My anti-procrastination book fest does appear to be working...

Wednesday, 28 February 2018

The Explorer by Katherine Rundell

This book is so completely brilliant, that I have been compelled to post about it on my sadly extremely neglected blog.  It's on the Carnegie Longlist for this year, which I have been steadily working my way through, and if it doesn't get on the shortlist, I will be both very surprised, and very cross.  Especially given that Rooftoppers did get on the shortlist, and it's SO much better than that.  And that was quite good.

I thought this was called The Explorers at first, as it's the tale of 4 children stranded in the Amazon rainforest.  It's not, it's The Explorer, singular, and is named for a character that we never know the name of, that we meet about half way through the book, who is the best old man in a children's novel since Mister Tom.  Who is one of my very favourite people of all time, despite the fact that he never existed, and even if he had, would have been long dead before I was born.

The characters in this are outstanding, even the ones that only have one line at the very end. They are flawed, but likeable. There are unbelievable elements, like the fact that one of them befriends a baby sloth, and it becomes her companion, but I don't think it's supposed to be grittily realistic.

It's a story of adventure, risks, and learning to care for others.  There's enough mild peril to keep it extremely interesting, but enough clues that everything will be OK in the end, that you don't fear it's going to go all dark and depressing on you.

The language is a thing of absolute beauty.  I am grateful to Katherine Rundell to providing me with many quotes that I am going to write on my board and ask my students to admire and to use to improve their own writing.  A few tasters, that won't spoil the book for you:

"The fire made a noise like an idea being born, a crackle that sounded like hope."

"People do not tell you that love is so terrifying.  It is less like rainbows and butterflies and more like jumping on to the back of a moving dragon."

"Would you like some more?" "No, thank you,  It tastes too much like being electrocuted."

I just loved it.  I was very sad when I finished it.  I am going to nag both of my older children until they read it, and then I am going to nag all of the children I teach until they read it too.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

The Giver by Lois Lowry

As I've said on here before, choosing which books to read next is one of the little daily pleasures that make my life better.  I particularly love it when I find a brilliant book which I've overlooked for years (decades in this case) that comes, like a gift, from an unexpected source.

Over the summer I read a quarter of a book called Making Every English Lesson Count: Six principles for supporting great reading and writing.  I was so bored by the end of the second principle, that I decided that someone who had bored me so rigid, that I was looking around for extra dusting to do to avoid reading his words, probably didn't have an awful lot to teach me about getting other people to write well.  However, the book did reference another called Reading Reconsidered by Doug Lemov, which sounded good and useful, and was.  It's written for American teachers, but the principles are absolutely pertinent to the English classroom too.  I have learned a great deal from it, and the children in my classroom are benefitting already.  There were many references in the book to The Giver by Lois Lowry, which I had never read, but the more I read about the exercises related to it, the more I wanted to read it.

Published in 1993, it's an accessible dystopian novel, disturbing but not violent, utterly thought-provoking.  Suitable for age 10+, it's the story of Jonas, who discovers that his perfect community, is masking horrific secrets, and has brainwashed participants to commit inhuman acts.

Apparently it's the first of many set in the world, although I haven't got round to reading any of the others yet - and it didn't feel anything other than a complete book in itself. Highly recommended.  The boring six principles book, not so much...

Saturday, 10 June 2017

Alex Wheatle at the Derby Book Festival

I posted a while ago about finding Crongton Knights to read when I was trying to second-guess the Carnegie shortlist.  It was a brilliant find, and I have since recommended it to my own children, and to some students I teach.  Predictably, my own kids completely ignored me, but some of my students have now read, and enjoyed both Liccle Bit and Crongton Knights.

The other week in the library, I was handed a programme for the Derby Book Festival.  I think it's now in its third year, but I was slightly too caught-up in baby and toddler-ness to organise myself to go to anything before this year.  I was thrilled to discover that Alex Wheatle was coming to the festival, and book tickets, not only for me, but for A and C too, knowing that they would enjoy it, even if they didn't.

We arrived early.  I'm not quite sure what I expected from a provincial book festival.  My only experience of a book festival are the sessions I've attended at the Imagine Children's Festival at the South Bank centre.  Everything has been utterly packed and, although all the sessions we've been to have had some value and merit, they were not what could be described as intimate.  In sharp contrast, today we were shown through to a small room at the independent cinema in Derby, with comfy sofas, and there were few enough people that there were only three rows.  We were right at the front.  This, and the big bag of Minstrels I bought beforehand, were enough to persuade A and C that this was somewhere they wanted to be.

What an absolute inspiration Alex Wheatle is.  Having talked about the creation of his imaginary South London town of Crongton, and read an extract from his newly published Straight Outta Crongton (I would like to point out for posterity that I anticipated that one of the books in this series would have this name), Alex told a little about his life.  Brought up in care, Alex was in trouble with the police, and even had a spell in prison.  He told how writing had been a way of releasing all of the negativity and the poisonous feelings, and had turned into something that he wanted to do as a career.

His story really is incredibly impressive, and he told it in the same warm, funny, self-deprecating voice that comes across so clearly in his novels. He answered questions honestly, and with feeling, and A and C both left the talk feeling buoyed-up to use what he had said to help them with their own writing. Needless to say, they are both now going to read all of the books, including the signed copy which we left clutching.

"Honestly though", said C as we left, "you didn't have to insult him!" What?  How could what I said possibly be taken as an insult?  Alex was asked by a young man if he thought he wrote well from a female perspective, and basically answered that he does his best.  I told him as he signed our book that when I read Liccle Bit and Crongton Knights I assumed he was a woman in his twenties.  "That wasn't the insult Mum!  The insult was when you then added "so when I booked tickets I wondered who the picture of the middle-aged man was!"  You can't go round pointing out that people are middle-aged!"  So, apologies for that indiscretion Alex, I think you are utterly brilliant, and I am very much looking forward to reading the next installment.

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

The 2017 Carnegie Shortlist

There have been several contributing factors to my having read all but one of the shortlisted novels for the Carnegie Medal already this year.  Firstly, I have been on a couple of trips away for several nights without WiFi, which has led to me rapidly using up an entire month's supply of roaming data. This led to my realisation that without WiFi, my motivation to read is greatly increased, and that, actually, I really love reading.  I think the reason that the phone gets picked up rather than the Kindle or book, is that it just seems like so much more effort to read something more complex that Mumsnet, but I'd forgotten how utterly worth it it is.  This is good news for my intellect and my ability to discuss the latest releases in literature, quite possibly bad news for my bank balance.

Secondly, I read an article a while ago about how sitting down is the new smoking.  I decided that I would do a dual-pronged attack on my love of checking Facebook on my phone, and of sitting on my bottom, by only looking at my phone when standing up.  This has further dramatically reduced my inane phone use, it's a bit less tempting when I have to stand to use it.

So, all but one of the books read, and since I'm not reading the last one, I'm done for the year.  I've chosen not to read Beck by Mal Peet, because A is shadowing the award with school, and I've told her she can't read it, and, since she can't read it, I've promised I won't either.  It's not appropriate for her age group and, although I am very far from her age group, I understand her annoyance that she won't be able to "complete" the reading list, and I want to show her that I understand by giving myself the same problem.

This leaves us with seven.  I've already written on this blog about The Smell of Other People's Houses and The Bone Sparrow. I would be happy enough if the first of these won, but The Bone Sparrow was definitely among my least favourites of this year's offerings so I hope it doesn't.  Neither A nor C could get past the first couple of chapters, which is hardly a shining recommendation from the youth vote either (yes, I know, sample size of two, but both are avid readers and both found it utterly dull, as did I).

My favourite this year was Railhead by Philip Reeve.  I've not read anything by him before, but I certainly will after this offering, which I thought was great.  Dystopian steampunk with lovable but flawed characters and a really interesting setting. I'm hoping that Raven will remind C enough of Skullduggery Pleasant that he'll make it through the initial couple of relatively pedestrian chapters to the good stuff. Would recommend for boys and girls, 10 ish plus.

I also expected to and did love Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys, who I felt should have won for Between Shades of Grey a few years ago.  In fact, I wonder if the only reason she didn't was that I, and everybody else I knew who read it, kept calling it 50 Shades of Grey by mistake.  Anyway, I didn't love this quite as much.  I felt the Nazi character was so odiously awful that he was more of a caricature (obviously I am aware that Nazis on the whole were odiously awful, but he seemed such a puppet compared to the other characters that it jarred horribly with the other narrators, whose stories all harmonised in a very pleasing way.)  Good for lovers of war fiction, and those who like different viewpoints about the same events.

I also loved Sputnik's Guide to Life on Earth by Frank Cottrell Boyce.  C was disappointed with it, as he loves Cosmic and Millions, and this was aimed at younger readers (8+), and he is not yet of an age where he can let this go.  Anything aimed at lower juniors is a no go area when you're a eminent Year 6. I thought it was rather beautiful though.  Like all his books, it doesn't shy away from the darker side of life, but the reader is left with a wonderful sense of hope.  It's about a boy in care and, rather confusingly I read it at the same time as My Name is Leon by Kit de Waal, which also features a boy in care, and is also great, but does not feature an alien that everyone else sees as a dog.  I found myself weaving threads of the two plots together in a rather confusing manner, so I'd recommend them both, but perhaps not at the same time.

I finished Wolf Hollow today.  It started VERY slowly, and if it had not been on the shortlist, and I'd got it out the library, so had no financial investment in it, it would have been returned from whence it came forthwith.  However, it was an excellent novel in the end, there are a lot of people who end up dead at the end, but it's quite gentle still.  It's set in rural Second World War America, which was interesting, if a touch Steinbeck-for-kids in places.

I didn't particularly like The Stars At Oktober Bend.  The narrative voice was trying to be interesting, but I'm not sure it had the effect that the author was looking for, because it didn't seem to ring true and just ended up being an irritant.  The love story was absurdly unlikely, making The Smell of Other People's Houses seem humdrum and down-to-earth. The characters were either unbelievable or two-dimensional, and I found I didn't really care whether any or all of them died when the denouement came.  In fact, I only read it a fortnight ago, and I can't remember.  Needless to say, I hope this one doesn't win!

So, good luck to all, apart from the one I can't read, and the two I wish I hadn't!

Sunday, 5 February 2017

The Art of Being a Brilliant Teenager by Andy Cope

I came across a recommendation for this book on Mumsnet, when I was looking for ideas for what to buy A for her birthday.  I feel a little alarmed and unbelieving that my gorgeous little lovely baby girl is going to be thirteen on Friday.  How this can possibly be, when I was eighteen myself a mere couple of years ago, I do not know, but, according to calendars, clocks and The Internet, it is thirteen years since 2004, so thirteen she must be.

We have bought an overpriced pink polaroid camera, and one of her uncles has bought a matching case and accessories which were deemed utterly essential by A (mainly glitter and stickers from what I can see, but I guess if there's one time in your life that glitter is essential, it is when you're a teen. I find glitter sits in the "laughter lines" these days. This uncle still retains the coolness of a much younger man in A's eyes, because he is, as yet, unencumbered by children, and he lives in a trendy part of London and takes her to restaurants where you have to queue to book in, and the pizza is the size of an actual table. (Why, yes I am jealous of my own children, who have a trio of extremely awesome uncles, and no, I am not proud of it).

Anyway, obviously I need to buy some books to go with it, so I decided that, since this was recommended, and has ALL THE STARS on Amazon, that I would just buy it. 

It came.  I started to read it, mainly because it's a new book just out the packet, and that stuff is like a drug to me, but also because I thought I should take at least a cursory interest in its appropriateness. Oh my Lord, it irritated me.  The introduction basically went along the lines of "Oh my God I bet your mum and teachers are SO boring.  I bet they tell you what to do and all of that, and it really brings you down.  You know they mean well, but...  But hey!  Listen to me!  I'm not like them!  I mean, obviously I'm a grown up, but I'm a REALLY COOL one.

I stopped reading. Went back to the reviews. Apparently there IS stuff of merit in here, but I shall not be reading it.  I will let A read it, although she has a tendency to judge quickly too, so we'll see how she likes his tone. It reminded me of the 22 year old teacher you get in Sixth Form who isn't quite sure if they really want to be a teacher but they DEFINITELY want ALL the kids to like them ALL THE TIME, so instead of actually teaching you the things you need to learn about your A-Level, tell you about their really cool snowboarding trip.  Possibly about three kids think they are cool.  The rest of the class is thinking "omg why did you go on a snowboarding trip, you're too OLD, you SAD OLD LOSER".

According to Amazon, it's about making the most of your own unique personal gifts and strengths.  Which I'm sure is a thing to be celebrated.  But I can't help but thinking I've bought my precious daughter an assembly in book form.  Sorry A.  I honestly wasn't trying to be cool.  I gave that up a VERY long time ago, and I'll leave that to your uncles.

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

Learning to love poems

I often think, with poetry anthologies, the packaging is so vital.  By which I mean, not just the cover, but the concept behind the anthology, and what it is trying to offer you. Often, these can be depressingly glib "The Nation's Favourite Love Poems!" would do nothing for me, since "the nation" have plenty of favourite things that I think are not really very good at all, such as the Conservative Party and the X-Factor. However, the clever ones can really teach you things - a current favourite is A Poet's Guide to Britain by Owen Sheers, which offers a selection of poems which easily help me to understand what poets have felt about surroundings that are familiar to me, and allow me to perceive them in a new and interesting way.

A lot of people will tell you that they hate poetry.  But if you look at any post on social media that's about loss, grief, the death of someone important, people almost always post a poem.  Poetry haters will often have poems at their wedding, and it's very rare to go to a funeral without hearing verse.

Dissecting poetry is very much a part of GCSE English courses, and has been so since the inception of the qualification, and will probably be so forever. English is about communication, and poetry is a distilled form of communication, laced with all sorts of devices designed to help you write an ancient truth in a new way, or a modern truth in an ancient way.  Some students I've taught have thought of poems as a puzzle to be dissected and reassembled, which is usually a helpful way of viewing them.

What is really, really not helpful is to tell your kids you hate poetry.  It's the age old complaint from maths teachers  that parents put off students before they've even really got going with "I hated maths at school" or "nobody in our family is good at maths".  I've never said this to my kids (well, it's not true in our case, there are loads of very talented mathematicians in our family.) And whilst I wouldn't call myself a talented mathematician, (and neither would anybody else who has ever met me), I try really hard to be positive about maths to my children.  Because, actually, they've got to do it! So me moaning about how unfair and rubbish it all is is only going to entrench them in a position of animosity towards maths, and the poor buggers who have got to teach it to them.  It simply is not helpful.  We all have our preferences for different subjects for study, but surely it's best for our children to discover what theirs are for themselves, rather than based on our hatred of our maths teacher circa 1994, who was probably just annoyed that we spent the entire maths lesson stabbing I LOVE LEE SHARPE'S LEGS with a compass on an eraser, rather than listening to what she was saying.

Anyway, I digress.  With poetry, familiarity kicks out contempt.  Babies and toddlers adore poems.  I can't think of a toddler who doesn't love a rousing chorus of Row Row or a good reading of Bear Hunt.  Keeping this going as the child grows can be challenging, but is really worthwhile.  I've blogged before about good poetry books for younger children - there is lots of good stuff about.

I am about to return to teaching GCSE English after a rather extended time out.  What strikes me about the new syllabus is that not only is there a lot of poetry (although, like I said, there always has been), but students are no longer allowed to take the anthology of poems into the exam room with them.  This means they have to remember an awful lot about an awful lot of different poems.  I think this is a real shame, since it turns the exam into more of a How Good is your Memory? test, rather than a How Good are You at Communicating and Understanding Communication? test, which is what it should be. I am hopeful that by the time my children take the GCSE, there may have been some adaptations.  However, for A, this is only three years away (EEEEEEK!), so there probably won't.  I realised that A and C don't really read much poetry any more.

Given that they both love reading, I felt I should try to increase the amount of poetry they're reading, because the more exposure they have now to different poetic forms, the easier it is going to be for them to navigate the choppy sea of GCSE. I bought A Poem for Every Night of the Year by Allie Esiri, partly because it looks great, but also because it keeps the dose of poetry short and regular, like my Nan would have administered cod liver oil.  It's also designed to be read in the evening, as a kind of reflection, and sometimes in anticipation of the day to come.  For example, on Sunday it was a poem by Langston Hughes, and the explanation of the poem mentioned that Martin Luther King Jr Day is around this date.  It was, and C took more of an interest in it, because he had read a poem about it. A is not overly impressed, but is humouring me.  C comes down to ask for his poem if I forget to read it to him.  He then tells me what he thinks the poem is about.  Sometimes his insights are lovely.  Sometimes they make literally no sense whatsoever. However, at 10, I'm not really worried what he is saying about the poems, because any engagement is positive.  And I'm sure that as time goes on, the perceptive comments will start to appear more frequently. And, most importantly, who knows how long he will let me sit a read a poem to him when he's all fresh out of the bath and in his jammies.