Mister Rogers went onstage to accept the award — and there, in front of all the soap opera stars and talk show sinceratrons, in front of all the jutting man-tanned jaws and jutting saltwater bosoms, he made his small bow and said into the microphone, “All of us have special ones who have loved us into being. Would you just take, along with me, ten seconds to think of the people who have helped you become who you are. Ten seconds of silence.”
And then he lifted his wrist, looked at the audience, looked at his watch, and said, “I’ll watch the time.” There was, at first, a small whoop from the crowd, a giddy, strangled hiccup of laughter, as people realized that he wasn’t kidding, that Mister Rogers was not some convenient eunuch, but rather a man, an authority figure who actually expected them to do what he asked. And so they did. One second, two seconds, seven seconds — and now the jaws clenched, and the bosoms heaved, and the mascara ran, and the tears fell upon the beglittered gathering like rain leaking down a crystal chandelier. And Mister Rogers finally looked up from his watch and said softly “May God be with you,” to all his vanquished children.
I honestly did not want to like this book… At all.
First of all, I am often told that I resemble Chelsea Handler - I hate that.
Secondly, I’ve seen her show on several occasions, and most of the time, I am not amused.
Thirdly, I am very conservative when it comes to sex (I believe it is reserved for people who are in love), so I was concerned that I would be too upset/disgusted by her behavior to find the humor.
Despite all of my efforts to hate the book, I honestly loved it. Yes, I gave it five stars. No, I do not think it should be added to a list of America’s classics, or exemplars of fine literature, but for what it is (a silly autobiographical humor novel), it is great.
If you’re looking for a humorous diversion, look no further. Reading this does not require a lot of thought, and you don’t have to give it your full attention. If you set it down (which I didn’t very often - I read this in just a few days), it is easy to pick up where you left off.
I came to read it after having a discussion with my friends about the Tucker Max books (which I also intend to read, and expect not to love), and my friend Christina lent this and “Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea” to me, and I’ve been reading them (now that I am done with March’s book club book, which I refuse to put on GoodReads until we’ve discussed it over food) when I have time.
Like I wrote, don’t expect to be blown away, or to have your entire life and everything you believed be turned upside down by reading this, but do expect to be entertained and to get quite a few laughs out of the deal!
I just recently started a book club (I am so proud of myself for having done so - I’m not usually such an organizer!). Anyway, I don’t remember where I first heard (or more likely, read) about it, but I was pretty intrigued. I suggested it to my roommate (also in the book club), and she said she had been tempted to read it for a long time.
To be blunt, the book was weird.
I guess that is to be expected with a book that is told from the perspective of a five-year-old boy who is the product of a rape of a 26-year-old woman who has been captive by her kidnapper for six years, but I guess it was even stranger than I had expected.
It wasn’t a book that I couldn’t wait to get done with work so I could read it, but it wasn’t something I dreaded or had to force myself to read so I could talk about it at the book club.
Talking about it at our book club meeting was actually the best part, so if you are in a book club, I highly recommend it for those purposes. One thing, though, that may have made this more interesting to discuss at my book club specifically, though, was that two members are experts in child development, as well as autism, and knew a lot about different things that Jack, the main character, was experiencing or should have been experiencing.
The book was very thought-provoking, and I think that it, coupled with the book club discussion, made me think about the ways that I will someday raise my children (although that is quite far off!). I can tell you one thing - it definitely won’t be in a room with no access to the outside world!
This book was even better than the second, which made me extremely relieved when Tommy bought me the third book in the trilogy for Valentine’s Day.
Just like the first, I had a tough time putting this novel down. Also like the first, it was told from several different perspectives, and the plot moved along rather quickly. This one, though, delved further into the depths of the background of the characters.
It’s really hard to write this without any spoilers, especially since people might read this who haven’t read the first one, (I’m thinking of you, Nafin!), but if you have read the first, then I can’t see you not wanting to check this one out!
I’m halfway through The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest, so that review is forthcoming!
I am someone who has self-diagnosed hype aversion, which means that when people make a HUGE deal over things, I am the last to the dance… All the hype annoys me, and then I don’t try out whatever it is that people are going crazy about, despite the fact that there is usually a pretty darn good reason that people are going crazy over whatever it is.
This series was no exception, and I love it.
The beginning took quite a bit to get into, which I was told in advance. I don’t really have much interest in business, which is largely what the beginning of the book is about.
Once I got past that, I was caught… It’s that kind of book where you think “Ok, I will read just one more chapter, and then I will….” and then at the end of that chapter, something happens that will make it completely impossible to put it down… And that doesn’t stop when you turn the last page, which meant that I had to get the second book right away!
I highly recommend this book to absolutely anyone!