Hello, hello! Kicking off the start of my #bookstagram with a book rec. .
📖Love Does by Bob Goff 📖
It’s a compilation of short stories over the course of Bob’s life connecting his experiences to his faith. He lives by a guiding principle of not just talking love, but doing love and putting it into his actions every single day. .
Favorite quote: “I used to be afraid of failing at the things that really mattered to me, but now I’m more afraid of succeeding at things that don’t matter.”
I highly recommend this book if you haven’t gotten your hands on it yet. It’s a light & fun read; I definitely caught myself giggling from time to time. Bob is incredibly inspiring and I’m certain his stories will encourage you to be more intentional in how you connect with the people in your life. .
“I thought I could not do the evening but when the time came the evening did itself”... .
First and foremost this is a book about loss, but it’s also a book about persistence and resilience. For those of you who don’t know, this is a memoir chronicling the year following her husband’s death. It’s poignant and honest. It’s also especially literary.
I almost feel absurd criticising the work of such an esteemed literary figure but I do have some qualms, the main one being the overuse of repetition. It’s a good literary device the first time. It’s moving. But after you use the same phrase, italicised, like 20 times throughout the book I feel like you’re beating me over the head with it. But this is a matter of personal taste. I’ve never cared for writing that walks me by the hand. It’s unnecessary. I think the reader is smart enough to make the connection and conclusion you want them to. That being said this is really my only qualm with her actual technical writing.
My other reservation is about her lifestyle. She writes frequently of her vacations to Milan and Paris and Singapore and Bogotá and Hawaii etc etc. She also writes of her long stays in luxury hotels like the Ritz, and dining out in Hollywood every day, and attending elite social events with notable political and literary figures. I just can’t relate to that kind of extravagance. Some people are charmed by that kind of thing—like the craze over Crazy Rich Asians or the Kardashians. Personally, it all feels disconnected from reality to me.
“We got this, A. And who knows...Mouse could show up again someday. Did you guys talk about being exclusive?” I wanted to answer and tell him we were more than a couple, we were building our lives around our relationship like a lifestyle, like Hedonists in an ever consuming pleasure-dome, The City had fueled and inspired us...but the front door slammed open downstairs. The throaty voice of our landlord, Selluhs could be heard cursing up the stairs. “Selluhs?” Jank asked. “Get here!” I hung up just in time to poke my head out my bedroom door and see our hairy Armenian landlord and two of his gestapo gorillas tearing our posters and framed pictures off of the walls in the converted living room. “All of it. Down. Yes, down, yes. And the paint out the front door.” One of the gorillas started running roughshod over my drumset so I shouted out, “Hey, douche!” Selluhs looked in my direction, his greased black hair pressed up against a flip phone. I could hear his crooked yellow teeth spitting out instructions in Armenian through the phone, but he stopped long enough to give me a smile. “Not doing so well, huh? Yes, yes, you boys give it much flavor here, think spice of neighborhood. But this shit hits the sidewalk today. You pay nothing. You call nothing. You give NOTHING options!” He scowled and went back to his phone call. The gorillas bent their guts back into the work of hefting my drums and the milk crates filled with Travis the Turnpike’s spray paint cans. I thought one would smash my guitar next. Just then, I heard the front door open and Jank’s panicked breathing coming up the stairs. #landlord#memoirsofadivebarrockstar#music#rockstar#divebar#dirty#beautiful#latenight#sanfrancisco#thecity #writersofig#writingcommunity#poetsofig#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#poetryofinstagram#poetryofig#wordporn#wordsmith#wordsofwisdom#memoir#novel#book#bookquotes#spilledink
Terrell Hall on PCC’s Cascade Campus. .
For seven years, that building has been my home. Terrell Hall escorted me out of the recession, through my years as a student, my masters degree, and finally my career as an English Teacher.
I’ve been in every room and on the roof. I’ve scoffed, laughed, and cried in this building. Josie has grown up running the halls and riding the elevator. When she was 3 months old, I cried the first time I pushed her into the building and my office.
I first visited this building as a student looking to become an engineer. As a student, the first of several mentors, hired me as a writing tutor. .
I was sold. Teaching writing was how I wanted to adult.
Tutoring was (and still is) very cool, but I wanted to be a teacher. So for two years, I TAed and tutored here every other day and commuted 80 miles to Corvallis for graduate school on the other days.
The summer after I graduated with my MA, I was hired as an adjunct, tossed into the deep end, sink or swim. As I wrote my name and course info on the board and all the students stared at me, I was shaky and insecure.
But, I was on home turf. Terrell Hall and the people inside had been my friend and savior for three years.
We often don’t honor the environments that house and nurture us. In fact, it’s easier to complain about poor lighting and old ceiling tiles.
However, these spaces make everything else possible. .
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⭐️REVIEW⭐️ #SliceGirls by #JoanArakkal is a memoir by Dr Joan Arakkal, an Indian-born orthopaedic surgeon. Arakkal starts her training in India before moving to Australia, where she encounters the “bonemen”, a notoriously exclusive boys’ club with a stranglehold over the orthopaedics industry. No matter her training, qualifications or feedback, her every attempt at entering orthopaedics in Australia is thwarted because she is not “one of them”. Arakkal tells of her struggles to fit in, the racism and sexism she faced on a daily basis, and how, when diagnosed with breast cancer, she found the strength to fight back.
I wanted to love this book. It’s been compared to Eggshell Skull, one of my absolute faves of last year (and probably ever!). But where Bri Lee’s memoir was rousing, inspiring, and full of well researched facts, I found Slice Girls to be a little slow and lacking in depth. The writing was choppy, and felt more like a series of anecdotes which meandered towards a conclusion than a comprehensive narrative. And maybe it’s because I’m a lawyer, but I couldn’t get past the outcome of her court case– how is it possible that, given the evidence, it ended the way it did?
But I did love how she weaved in stories from her childhood as well as myth, religion, and local history. The discriminatory treatment she suffers at the hands of a supposedly impartial medical body had me fuming, and her account of the way that orthopaedic surgeons hoard patients, causing longer wait times and expensive surgeries, had me horrified (and really hoping I never need orthopaedic surgery!). My heart ached at the thought of her, and many others, unable to do the work she loves, and, by all accounts, is very good at, because of oldfashioned and archaic attitudes. I really hope that this book can spark some much needed change.
Overall, this was an interesting and eye-opening read. I wonder if I enjoyed Eggshell Skull more because I’m a lawyer and I could identify with Bri’s story. Anyone in medicine read this one? I’d love to hear your thoughts!
I’m loving memoirs right now & would love to hear your fave! Let me know 👇
Thank you @venturapress__ for the free copy
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Big River reading and workshop
March 29, 2019
7 p.m. in the Library
Author visit and reading by
March 30, 2019
9 a.m. to 3 p.m. in the Library
Workshop by Bernadette Wagner
What's In A Lifetime: Introducing Memoir
If you haven't picked up a copy of my memoir RAW, this week you can get the ebook for only $0.99! From March 22 - 29 my publisher, She Writes Press, is running a one-week only sale on all their Spring 2018 titles. I just loaded up my Kindle and purchased 18 books for $18! I love SWP books and can't wait to dig in! Check it out, and please share this generous offer with your family and friends. Link in bio.
I am so thankful that my mom was able to make the hour drive up to take us to that appointment. I don’t know what I would have done on my own. The wonderful, and kind, and compassionate vet I’d been working with this entire time told me I should let him go. So I did. I knew it was time. In my heart, I knew. He wasn’t the same playful, cheery pup I once knew. He was tired, and sore, and he needed to be released from this weight.
“Nostalgia is the engine behind every expedition, a whole life spent trying to reclaim an instant recalled as it never was, the loss of which never allows us stillness. We’re always journeying towards someone or something that will scoop us up and understand. I tried to give this feeling to my son.” #CarolineHagood#WaysOfLookingAtAWoman - - -
My copy of Ways of Looking at a Woman by the talented @carolinehagood finally arrived and I devoured it in one sitting (somehow, I think the author would approve of such a healthy, voracious, and literary appetite). I’m not a mother, but so much about hybrid form, film, and the writing process (and grad student/dissertation life!) sounds straight out of my own heart. Also, essentially being a lifelong poetic apopheniac, I “get” this Frankensteinian hybrid genre of memoir and poetry, lyric nonfiction that is sometimes like peddling a bicycle over an ocean, or trying to backstroke through the sky: it may sound absurd but you can’t tell me you haven’t considered the possibilities before. And found them exhilarating.
Join us for a fabulous evening with Glory Van Scott who danced and acted with the greatest. With African drummers, readings by actor Huling Foster and an introduction by George Wein and the celebrated author@Erica Jong. Monday 3/25 6:30 pm
A few of my favorite spring things today: a new-to-us beautiful, comfy floral chair and these lovely two books. Mr. Teale and his wife, Nellie, are searching for fields of wild daffodils (Daffy-Down-Dilly's 💓) currently. "Our expectations were fading minute by minute when our road, glistening in the rain, curved down into a small dip that was threaded by a tiny stream. Suddenly green became gold. Meadows became fields of flowers. Daffodils were everywhere around us. Hedges ran like dark frames around the pictures of these floral displays." p.50 And Mrs. Taber's March chapter is just enchanting. "As I went for the mail this morning, the sun came through a riffle of wind clouds. I sat on the old stone wall by the brook, feeling the quick warmth of sunshine. The brook crosses the road by Jeremy Swamp and wanders on through the apple orchard. This morning glowed. Osiers, alders, wild blackberry, swamp maples, and many I cannot name were all pulsing new life after the death-sleep of winter. Spring comes first to the swamp, and so does autumn, for the swamp maple is the first to burst into flame." p. 70 🌿🌿🌿 #gratitude#beauty#spring#bookstagram#gladystaber#edwinwayteale#fridayquotes#floralchair#thrifting#seasonal#memoir
If you could become one character in a book for a year - who would you be?
Thank you to @karenharmonn for gifting me a copy of your book! A line in the synopsis says this is a book about “an account of two people [trying to] establish themselves in a completely different environment and location.”
It got me thinking. If I could “become” someone else for a year, who would I want to be?
I think sometimes the idea of becoming someone else sounds really inviting, but I think that can be more about hiding than becoming who you really are. To me, this book sounds like story focuses more on growing in acceptance of who you are despite some pretty tough circumstances. It’s also a memoir so you know it’s real life!
But, to make it fun, let’s talk about fictional characters!
I think I’d want to be....
Harry Potter or Mustang (from the #redrisingtrilogy 😂
❣Don't forget to join the fun by tagging #createexploreread 📷
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📚SWEEPSTAKES📚 Enter to win a copy of Chris Rush’s memoir THE LIGHT YEARS, which Emma Cline called “mythic and wild with love...brutal, buoyant and wise to the tender terror of growing up.” To enter, follow us @fsgbooks and tag a friend in the comments who is your spiritual guide ⬇️🛸🌈 💫 #sweepstakes#chrisrush#thelightyears#fsg#fsgbooks#memoir#entertowin#commenttowin#chancetowin#bookstagram#bookdesign @thelightyearsbook@chrisrushartist 💥Book design by @alexmerto •
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Who's listened to our interview with T Kira Madden? We loved reading her memoir and it was so great to talk to her about it. Here's what she had to say about choosing the title: "Everyone kept clinging to LONG LIVE THE TRIBE OF FATHERLESS GIRLS, their reasoning being that it felt more triumphant and had more spirit to it. I fought it for so long; I said that it was too long, that no one would remember this title. I didn’t think it was going to work, but in the end they won that battle and I’m so glad they did. I emailed my editor and said, 'you were right.' People were finding the book through that title because they felt part of that tribe, and something about it resonates with people, and people are remembering it. So, I’m really grateful to have been wrong about that title, and I can’t imagine it as another book with a different title now. It just feels like it’s always been LONG LIVE THE TRIBE OF FATHERLESS GIRLS." ⠀
Find our full discussion in your favorite podcatcher or by following the link in our bio. ⠀
Hi! I’m Caroline Van Hemert, author of The Sun is a Compass (available starting tomorrow, 3/19!). I’m taking over the Little, Brown Instagram account for the day and am so excited to share photos from my life in Alaska. A little bit about me: I am a wildlife biologist, writer, adventurer, and mom to two energetic little boys. I study birds in the Arctic, publish scientific papers, and spend as much time outdoors as I can. The Sun is a Compass is a memoir that follows my 4,000-mile wilderness journey from Bellingham, WA (near Seattle) to the Chukchi Sea in northwestern Alaska. But it’s more than just an adventure tale. The book is also a story about rediscovering science and the natural world, my relationship with my family, my dad’s illness, and the decision to become a mother. I hope you can join me today! Feel free to add any of your questions in the comments and please see the link in the Little, Brown bio for more info about me and my forthcoming book. See you again soon! #thesunisacompass#littlebrown#littlebrownspark#alaska#arctic#memoir#booksof2019#writerslife#authorsofinstagram#littlebrowntakeover#behindthescenes#adventure#rowing#backcountryskiing#packrafting#backpacking#canoeing#livingwild
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‘‘Before you go I will tell you something that I have mentioned to no one so far, not even my mother. Can you keep a secret?" ... How many times had I been asked that question since I first set foot in the house. || ‘There are some books, not necessarily the longest, in which the author’s intention is so perfectly realized, a seminal experience of life so beautifully recorded that the book becomes a small icon to be treasured not only on the shelf of a personal library, but in the mind. 'A House in Flanders' is such a book.’ #PDJames
'A House in Flanders' is Michael Jenkins’s account of the summer of 1951 which he spent on the edge of the Flanders Plain. The dignified old French country house with its unvarying routines; the extended family of elderly aunts, uncles and grown-up cousins (with one of whom he fell boyishly in love); the summer warmth and wide Flemish skies were like an awakening to a young boy. Yet all was not as golden as at first seemed. Gradually, through his vivid portraits of the various members, Michael Jenkins teases out the history of the family and of the surrounding area and, finally, uncovers the secret at the heart of the book – the reason he has been sent there. | Illustration by Catherine Jenkins, from the cover of our Slightly Foxed Paperback edition | From £11. 🦊🖤📚
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Today on the podcast: ‘Sissy’ author Jacob Tobia (@jacobtobia)! Link in bio!!
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Where's the coolest place you've ever been? Where have you always wanted to travel? What cultures interest you?
I love learning about different cultures and peoples different experiences, and since I'm usually too broke to go experience them for myself, I do a lot of my reading up and learning from books. "The Wrong End of The Table" is a memoir by Ayser Salman, a Muslim arab immigrant, and I cannot wait to read it😍 Best part, it came out on March 5, so we can all read it together!
You know that feeling of being at the wrong end of the table? Like you’re at a party but all the good stuff is happening out of earshot ( #FOMO )? That’s life—especially for an immigrant.
What happens when a shy, awkward Arab girl with a weird name and an unfortunate propensity toward facial hair is uprooted from her comfortable (albeit fascist-regimed) homeland of Iraq and thrust into the cold, alien town of Columbus, Ohio—with its Egg McMuffins, Barbie dolls, and kids playing doctor everywhere you turned?
This is Ayser Salman’s story. First comes Emigration, then Naturalization, and finally Assimilation—trying to fit in among her blonde-haired, blue-eyed counterparts, and always feeling left out. On her journey to Americanhood, Ayser sees more naked butts at pre-kindergarten daycare that she would like, breaks one of her parents’ rules (“Thou shalt not participate as an actor in the school musical where a male cast member rests his head in thy lap”), and other things good Muslim Arab girls are not supposed to do. And, after the 9/11 attacks, she experiences the isolation of being a Muslim in her own country. It takes hours of therapy, fifty-five rounds of electrolysis, and some ill-advised romantic dalliances for Ayser to grow into a modern Arab American woman who embraces her cultural differences. #thewrongendofthetablebook#immigrantstories#memoir