I finally finished this fun book. It took me a long time because sometimes I buy books and then keep them on my shelf for years before reading them. Sometimes I even wait for hours in line to have the book signed by the celebrity who wrote it, basking in my 1.5 seconds of breathing the same air as him, and STILL leave it on the shelf for years before reading it. (I don’t know why I do these things. Don’t ask.)
It also took a long time because the choose-your-own-adventure format of this memoir is CREATIVE and HILARIOUS and AWESOME, but it’s also a little confusing. When I started the book, I considered using sticky notes to mark the pages I’d read, but ultimately rejected that OCD idea, opting for a more organic experience instead. So I sat down and read and read and read about NPH’s early years and Doogie years and exploring-his-sexuality years. And then I read, read, read some more about his TV movies and his love of magic and his wonderful husband and their emotional journey into parenting. I got to “the end” multiple times and, eventually, decided I’d mostly finished the book. It was time to start back at the beginning and read only the pages that I’d skipped the first time around. This won’t take long. I’ll just make myself a cup of coffee and sit down and finish this thing.
I made the coffee. I sat down. I read. And read and read and read. It turns out, I was over 100 pages from finishing the book! The fact that I hadn’t yet read anything about his award-show hosting or How I Met Your Mother should have been a clue. Anyway, I continued in this manner until I was really– truly– finished with the book. Which was a couple of hours ago.
The fact that this book sat on a shelf for a couple of years and then confused me into thinking I’d finished it when really I’d only read half may make you think it wasn’t that good. But you’re wrong. Neil Patrick Harris is a great actor and a great singer and a great host, but he’s also a great writer. His anecdotes and footnotes and self-deprecating humor kept me smiling the whole way through, and his clever “alternate endings” are a nice touch and an amusing nod to the choose-your-own-adventure format.
All in all, it was fun hanging out with NPH for a few hundred pages. Despite the fact that my home (and life) bears no resemblance to that of his good friend Elton John, I think we’d get along.
Today I bought Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within by Natalie Goldberg. This book became famous for its inspiration to writers back in the 80s. After hearing it praised by several friends, I finally decided to see what the fuss was about. Between errands, I popped into Barnes & Noble and picked it up. Then I stopped to grab a quick lunch. But my quick lunch quickly became a slow leisurely meal as I dived into Goldberg’s book and found no desire to resurface.
From the very first page, I could not put it down. I suddenly felt like I was having lunch with an old friend, one who is really good at writing and really into Zen and who only came to lunch so that she could sit me down and tell me she believes in me and wants to give me a magical gift that will solve all my problems. (Don’t you love friends/books like that?) I wanted to linger in that taco shop all day and read all 200 pages, but I had more errands to run, so I ran.
My next stop was the car wash. Not the drive-through kind, the hand-wash kind. But not the hand-wash-it-yourself kind, the kind where you pay someone to hand-wash it for you. Specifically, I wanted the dog hair vacuumed out of the backseat before company arrives this weekend.
I drove to the car wash in an altered mental state. I couldn’t stop thinking about Goldberg’s book. In particular, I was contemplating her theory of writing as meditation. I was concentrating so hard on this thought that I entered the car wash through the exit. Whoops! When I got myself turned around, I learned it would cost $25 to clean my car inside and out. Somewhere in the back of my cloudy brain that sounded high to me, but… I was in a rush and decided that I certainly didn’t want to clean the car myself, so I nodded.
Besides, I still wasn’t REALLY thinking about car washes at all. I was thinking about the part of the book that said, “Too many writers have written great books and gone insane or alcoholic or killed themselves. This process teaches us about sanity. We are trying to become sane along with our poems and stories.” I tried to remain sane as I got out of the car and handed the keys to the attendant. When he handed me a ticket in return, I (thinking about how nice it would be to write a book and not want to kill myself) said, “What do I do with this? Put it on my dashboard?” He said, “No, you keep it.” So I put the ticket in my pocket, floated through the building to the outdoor waiting area, and sat down at a picnic table.
For the next forty-five minutes, I completely lost myself in Writing Down the Bones—reading, underlining, jotting notes. Before I knew it, a man was calling out, “Honda Civic?” I waved. He walked over, handed me my keys, then turned and pointed across the parking lot to my car. I became vaguely aware that I should tip him. In my wallet, I had only a twenty and a five, so—what the heck—I handed him the five. Then I moved to my car, still gliding in the pleasant haze of Goldberg’s words. I got in, pulled out onto the road, and, realizing I was in heavy traffic, snapped out of my reading-induced fog.
At the first stoplight, I thought, “Oh my gosh! It’s 4:30!? I still have to buy groceries and make dinner!”
At the second stoplight, I looked in the backseat and thought, “Wow, there is still a LOT of dog hair back there! That stinks! I’ll have to clean it myself after all!”
At the third stoplight, I thought, “I tipped that guy five bucks. That means that was a $30 car wash. And they didn’t even do a good job. I wonder if I should go back and complain.”
At the fourth stoplight, I thought, “HOLY CRAP! I DID NOT PAY FOR MY CAR WASH!!!”
Yep, it’s true. A guy handed me a ticket, I sat down at a picnic table and read a book, a guy handed me my keys, and I left. The assumption here is that I skipped a step somewhere. I was probably supposed to hand that ticket to someone inside the building who would then have asked me to give them money. But I didn’t. The only money I paid was the $5 tip.
You can judge me all you want, but I didn’t go back. I was already halfway to HEB in rush hour traffic, and I didn’t feel like driving all the way back just to say, “Hi, I forgot to pay you, so here’s the money. And by the way, you totally need to clean my car again.” I do feel bad, but I am hoping the universe will forgive me for this one.
Anyway, though I may be lacking in morals, this story is not.
Moral #1: The key to stealing something and getting away with it is a complete and total cluelessness, combined with a flighty, head-in-the-clouds attitude. In short, ignorance = confidence, and if you act confident, no one will stop you.
Moral #2: Writing Down the Bones is such a good book it can turn you into a criminal. Thanks, Natalie Goldberg. You owe the nice guys at the car wash $25.
I’m thrilled to welcome 2017 into our lives. Overall, 2016 was EXHAUSTING, but I did read some good books.
My goal this year was to read at least 50 books and no more than 75. (Read this post to find out why my reading goal had a cap.) I achieved my goal, reading a total of 66 books. (Goodreads claims I only read 53, but that’s because a couple of the books I read aren’t on Goodreads, and because I don’t re-rate the ones I re-read, but I do re-count them in my official book journal.)
Here are some of my favorites:
The Best Books I Read in 2016
Best New Book in a Series: The Creeping Shadow (Lockwood & Co. #4) by Jonathan Stroud
I can’t say enough good things about the Lockwood & Co. series. I LOVE these books. They made my best books list last year too. I love the setting. I love the plot twists. I love the humor and the horror. I love the characters so much that I miss them terribly the moment the book ends. I also love-hate the cliffhanger endings. The Creeping Shadow left off with a BIG reveal and now I’m pining for book 5.
Best Middle Grade Novel (and Strangest Idea for a Story Ever): The Nest by Kenneth Oppel
Steve’s baby brother is sick. Very sick. And wasps, one of the many things Steve is afraid of, have taken up residence in a nest outside his house. But the wasp queen comes to Steve in his dreams and says they can fix the baby. They can make everything better. They’re there to help. But are they really? What is the price of their help? And why has no one ever seen this type of wasp before? And who is the odd man who sells knives from his van?
This is one of the strangest books I’ve ever read (or listened to, on audio book). It kept me intrigued until the very end and genuinely scared me at times. Great horror novel for young readers.
Best YA Novel: Tie between The Walls Around Us and Imaginary Girls by Nova Ren Suma
I just saw that Nova Ren Suma has a new book coming out in 2017. It is currently untitled and there are zero details about it on Goodreads, but I marked it as “to read” because if it’s anything like The Walls Around Us or Imaginary Girls, it will be amazing. Read about why I love her work here.
Best YA Novel with LGBTQ Characters: Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli
Funny. Touching. Sexy. Heart-wrenching. Adorable. Real. You don’t have to identify as LGBTQ to relate to Simon’s story. Anyone who’s ever fallen in love in high school will see themselves in this book.
Best Middle Grade Novel with LGBTQ Characters: George by Alex Gino
George is a fourth grade girl in a boy’s body, but no one knows her secret. When her class reads Charlotte’s Web, George falls in love with the beautiful spider and wants to play her in the school’s performance of the book. She knows she’s the best person for the part. There’s only one problem– boys can’t try out for the role of Charlotte, and everyone thinks George is a boy. With the help of a trusted friend, George finds a way to show the world who she really is.
This is a sweet story, and an important one.
Best Graphic Novel: Ms. Marvel: No Normal by G. Willow Wilson
Ok, the whole truth? This is the only graphic novel I read this year. But this charming origin story of a Muslim girl in New Jersey who becomes a superhero was so good that it made me want to read more.
Funniest Book: Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson
Last June, Jenny Lawson was the keynote speaker at the Writers’ League of Texas Agents and Editors Conference, and I got to meet her when she signed my copy of this book of hilarious essays. It was so amazing to hear her speak and to get a hug from her. I can’t explain why I waited six months to read her book. Maybe I was worried it could never live up to her first book, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened. Or maybe it’s because I knew how much I would love it and wanted to savor it. Who knows. All I know is that I’m glad I waited because this book was just as funny and relatable as her first one, and it was the best book to read during the wonderful/stressful/joyous/exhausting weeks of theholidays. I laughed out loud (literally– I cackled) so much while reading this book, but I also learned a lot about what it’s like to struggle with mental illness. If you are a fan of irreverent humor and/or want to read multiple stories involving Jenny Lawson’s “lady garden,” go get this book today.
Saddest Book: Out of Darknessby Ashley Hope Perez
This is a good book, but it is a dark book, and you should know that going in. Ashley Hope Perez is a brilliant writer and an incredible teacher. I took a workshop with her at The Writing Barn last January, and I left full of energy and inspiration. Her powerful story of love and loss and racism and abuse set in east Texas in 1937 received a Printz Honor in 2016. If you read it, you’ll understand why.
Best Poetry Collection: Language of Crossing by Liza Wolff-Francis
It’s hard for me to choose favorites among books of poetry. They’re all so unique and personal. My tastes change from day to day, sometimes from moment to moment, depending on my mood. But Liza Wolff-Francis’s chapbook about the US/Mexico border spoke to me on a deep level. She puts into words the struggles of the Mexican immigrants and gives voice to the horrors they face. This is a small, but powerful collection of poems.
Best Re-Read: Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling
This year, I finally decided to re-read the Harry Potter series. I listened to all seven books, back to back, and I’m so glad I did. I thoroughly enjoyed reliving this series that meant so much to me, my family, and my students. Here are my thoughts about tagging along on Harry’s adventures a second time.
Story That Stayed With Me the Longest: We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
This year, I finally read We Have Always Lived in the Castle, and I loved it. Shirley Jackson is a masterful storyteller. It’s hard to talk about this novel without giving anything, so I’m just going to say, go read it. It’s short and surprising and unique and will linger in your thoughts for weeks after reading it.
Most Surprising Book to Make This List: Captain Underpants and the Invasion of the Incredibly Naughty Cafeteria Ladies from Outer Space and the Subsequent Assault of the Equally Evil Lunchroom Zombie Nerds by Dav Pilkey
There was a consistently empty shelf in the elementary school library where I used to work labeled “Captain Underpants.” It was empty because the books were always checked out. The kids loved them, coveted them, sometimes fought over them. I knew nothing about them except that they looked silly and most adults I knew rolled their eyes when they mentioned them. I’d never read one. Then, over Thanksgiving, my family celebrated my niece’s sixth birthday and she squealed with glee when she opened a box full of Captain Underpants books. Later, after turkey and pie and more pie and birthday cake, when I had taken up permanent residence on the couch, I picked up one of the books and read it. And now I get why kids like these books so much. It was funny! More than once I laughed out loud at the clever puns and silly scenarios. It’s fast-moving and action-packed, and there are cartoons and drawings scattered throughout. I was quite pleasantly surprised. It’s not like I’m going to go out and read the whole series, but I definitely understand why the books are hits with kids and won’t be rolling my eyes about them anymore.
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This year, I’m not setting a reading goal. I don’t need to. I love to read, and I love letting books pile up. I love making lists of novels I *must* read and then finding new stories that catch my eye before I can finish the old ones. I look forward to whatever books 2017 has in store for me. Let a new year of reading begin. 🙂