So many wonderful bloggers I follow have books coming out. BooMama, BigMama, Annie Downs, Sarah Bessey, Elizabeth Esther, Ed Cyzewski, and on and on. Plus the marvelous and very funny Lisa McKay released her memoir, Love At The Speed Of E-Mail, in May, which I promptly devoured on my Kindle and tweeted to her in real time exactly where I was in the book so she could permanently classify me as a potential stalker enjoy my reading experience by proxy. Then I bought a hard copy. I know the Kindle is supposed to make our book load lighter as we move all over the world, Honey, really, but sometimes a gal needs two copies of one book. Like Ann Voskamp’s 1000 Gifts, for example.
So, in the spirit of all things blogger, 3-Book 3rd Thursday today features three great books by bloggers that I have read recently. I could have done 6-Book 3rd Thursday today, but that’s not nearly as catchy, so I’ve narrowed it down. Reluctantly. I left in two Texans, one from (of course) Perfect Austin. Because of the self-imposed rule of 3, I have cut out some of the snark. I hate cutting out snark. I won’t let it cross the lips of my kiddos without giving them the arched-brow Mommy Manners Meltdown glare, but I’ll read it, laugh until I snort, and dream of being able to snark it up out there in this crazy world. Oh, and read it to Honey even after he’s fallen asleep. He loves it when I do that.
Let’s start with the snark that stayed. Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir, by Jenny Lawson, who many know as the Bloggess, is hilarious. Foulmouthed, yes, and snarky, and certain to leave you truly thankful that she’s too old to be in your kid’s class at school, but hilarious. Her arguments with her husband, Victor, had me laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe. Then her account of her daughter’s birth brought out the Bloggess’ tender side. Throughout it all, I simultaneously felt A) sympathy for Jenny due to the wild oddity that characterized her childhood, and B) aversion to the wacky (and numerous) zoo of taxidermy she collects. Here’s my advice about Let’s Pretend: read it one chapter at a time, no matter how tempted you are to read more. You’ll draw the hilarity out longer, reduce the factor of profanity shock by a small margin, and maintain more of a fascination than an aversion to her taxidermic triumphs, and her life.
Some people may also feel an aversion to the sentiments expressed in the title of Rachel Held Evans’ Evolving in Monkeytown: How a Girl Who Knew All the Answers Learned to Ask the Questions. I hope that readers will look past the title and think about some of the questions Rachel poses here; many of the issues she grappled with are ones that we all face at some point in our spiritual journeys. Reading her account with the intention only of debunking her points, one would miss the valuable exercise of opening up to the relationship one of our fellow humans has forged with God. Monkeytown is a jewel of a book because Rachel is gifted at seeing what is precious in people, then passing that sight on to us. I did not agree with every conclusion Rachel draws, but I support firmly her freedom in letting her faith grow and change. I want that freedom, too. Reading through her memoir brought me the chance to laugh at things I might not have otherwise, and think more deeply about questions I might have dismissed had I encountered them in college. I follow Rachel’s blog and her Twitter feed; not a week goes by that I haven’t read and tried to process her insightful posts.
Another writer I found on Twitter is Elora Ramirez, whose new book is Come Alive. I stayed up way too late two nights in a row on our road trip reading Come Alive, and found myself compelled to finish it, encouraged by people and organizations working on behalf of the powerless, and sickened by the atrocities people inflict on each other. Stephanie, a high-school girl narrating the story, commits the common teenage hyperbole of seeing the people in her life as completely good or absolutely evil. Given Stephanie’s family life, such hyperbole seems well-founded at first, and only deeper into the book did I wish that her perspective permitted a deeper understanding of the other characters’ internal lives. However, her absolutism feels familiar; I tended to think in those terms in high school, and have witnessed our son Cartwheel’s progression in this area over the years. All in all, Elora has crafted a book that I hope will persuade many others to do our own individual part in rescuing the “least of these,” wherever we find them.
Thanks to all the bloggers I’ve mentioned, and particularly to the three whose books we explored today. I look forward to many more lovely opportunities to read and share books written by my online friends. A special thanks to Elora, also, for giving me a copy of her book. She did so generously, with no strings attached. I usually post on 3-Book 3rd Thursday about books I’ve purchased or borrowed for my own reading pleasure, and yet I liked Come Alive so much, I included it here despite the fact that it was given to me.