I finished reading this book tonight. It is set in Guernsey and goes back and forth between two connected stories, one narrated by a teenage girl in the 80s, the other tells the story of the generation before her during the German occupation. It’s worth watching this video of the author talking about the book, not least for the scenes of Guernsey to spark the imagination:

I didn’t know a thing about Guernsey until I read this book so it was fascinating to discover what had happened there during WWII. The teenage narrator’s voice was so realistic that I found myself cringing as it brought back moments from my own teenage years. The story of the girl’s family during the Occupation seemed a bit cloudy to me at first and not nearly as engaging as the teenager’s story, however all became clear towards the end. The conclusions of both stories were satisfying to me and I liked the slightly menacing tone at the finish.

On the other hand my enjoyment was muted for a number of reasons. Firstly, both threads took a long time to build up any kind of pace. I wasn’t even properly engaged until over halfway though. Secondly, the story set during the Occupation was peppered with patois (based on French) that I mostly didn’t understand. Thirdly there were footnotes all over the place and with the book already flitting between two stories the footnotes made it feel even more disjointed.

I’m glad I read The Book of Lies as I learned a something about Guernsey but I can’t say the book has left it’s mark much beyond that.

(18th in 2012)

I finished reading How To Be A Woman this weekend. It’s a humourous, up-to-date book on feminism with stories from CM’s life so far. It was enjoyable, revealing and inspiring. It gave me a lot to think about. Depressingly I do happen to work in an undeniably sexist environment. But after reading the book, I did challenge some sexist comments in my workplace yesterday. My challenge was deflected using humour, so I didn’t get the satisfaction of having my point accepted, but it’s a start.

I’ve always felt ever so slightly embarrassed when I’ve seen Caitlin Moran’s stuff, either when she was on TV presenting Naked City in the Nineties or reading specific passages of her book. I’ve always been fascinated by her and her steep rise to fame because she’s my age, grew up in Wolverhampton and isn’t from a rich family. In short, she could have been one of us (I’m referring to my group of friends from school). So when she makes jokes in the book that aren’t funny or when she joked that Richey and Nicky of the Manics needed a wash on Naked City it makes me squirm a little because it’s like she’s representing all women in their mid-thirties from Wolvo. However I don’t want to sell her short and so I should point out that are several very funny moments in the book that made me laugh out loud. How To Be A Woman shows that Caitlin Moran has grown up a lot, been through a lot and is extremely clever. I have to respect her for all those things.

Most importantly, the book has inspired me to get rid of a pair of very uncomfortable shoes which I never should have purchased in the first place. I have big feet and the world needs to start dealing with it.

(17th in 2012)

I finished reading this tonight. It’s about a girl growing up in Germany during WWII and those who play a part in her life. It is narrated in a punchy style by none other than Death himself.

It was very interesting for me to learn about what life was like for Germans at that time, as I’ve wondered in the past how a nation could collectively allow such atrocities to happen. Just for the record, I know realise the Germans suffered too, maybe not in the same ways as the Jews, but things weren’t easy. They were sent to die in the war or at least were short of food and terrorised by the Nazis. At least some felt shame even at the time.

There were some parts of the book where I felt a bit impatient because nothing seemed to be happening. But I think those parts are deliberate; ordinary life is interspered with the significant events to show that the characters are human.

The Book Thief is very powerful in spite of using only simple language. I cried during the last chapters. But at other times I laughed. Sometimes my heart was warmed by the spirit shown by the characters. At other times it thudded with fear for them.

There is a lot to The Book Thief. A Guardian review decrees that everyone should read it. I’m inclined to agree but with the caveat that they read Maus as well. Maus tells a similar tale but from a Jew’s point of view. It is even more powerful than The Book Thief and is one of my favourite books of all time.

(16th in 2012)