Books on the Nightstand discussion
What are you reading: February, 2011

I decided to read some junk food so I started Fangland: A Novel. It's about a producer from a 60 Minutes type show that stumbles onto some kind of vampire story in Romania. The old school kind of vampires that is, not the moping lovesick au courant types. It got kind of bad reviews here on Goodreads but I was curious.
Oh, Vanessa - are you o.k.? I just started a new job last week and should have gone in for training today, but the class was called off because of the weather. Good thing, since my cane and I fall on dry land - not talking about this ice.
My county is now at a level three (no one allowed on the roads) so looks like I won't be going in tomorrow either. READING TIME!
My county is now at a level three (no one allowed on the roads) so looks like I won't be going in tomorrow either. READING TIME!


On the bright side, I had my iPod in my pocket and I landed right on top of it. I was afraid I broke it but it's still chugging away.
I can't imagine walking in this with a cane, Linda. Don't go out. Even the grass is slick.
Vanessa, I hope you are recovering OK from your fall!
Linda - sorry to hijack this thread, but I sent you a msg thru Goodreads a few days ago. Did you see it? Please email me: ann@booksonthenightstand.com Thanks.
My reading: a book coming out next summer called The Last Werewolf. I'm not much for the supernatural, but I figured if I could enjoy the zombies in The Passage, I might like the werewolf in this book. So far, I do!
Linda - sorry to hijack this thread, but I sent you a msg thru Goodreads a few days ago. Did you see it? Please email me: ann@booksonthenightstand.com Thanks.
My reading: a book coming out next summer called The Last Werewolf. I'm not much for the supernatural, but I figured if I could enjoy the zombies in The Passage, I might like the werewolf in this book. So far, I do!

I just finished The Nature of Monsters and I loved it even tho it was heartbreaking. I'm also about half way thru The Aeneid

This is the worst ice storm I've seen since I moved to Ohio 10 years ago. I would rather have had the foot of snow they got up north instead than this.


One more thing on the weather - for Vanessa in 2008 there was in ice storm that knocked out some people's electric for WEEKS. Last summer the electric company did a massive tree cutting and cutting back - isn't beautiful, but I guess it was practical. We still have our electric.
Will contact you, Ann.
Will contact you, Ann.

I'm reading




Finished "Finishing the Hat: Collected Lyrics (1954-1981) with Attendant Comments, Principles, Heresies, Grudges, Whines and Anecdotes" by Stephen Sondheim.
Normally I don't make a habit of reading song lyrics. Yeah, with a rock record I'll sometimes sit down with the liner notes and read along, but mostly I'll refer to the lyric only if I can't suss out what's being sung. This book is the exception for two reasons: 1) These aren't rock lyrics. Sondheim is a great writer in this form. Literate and witty, these are songs meant to tell stories. Although they're meant to be coupled with music, they're good enough to be taken on their own. 2) This isn't just a collection of lyrics. The lyrics serve as springboards to discussions of the creative process and creative outcomes. Sondheim, at age 80, is clear-eyed about his work. When he tells us what worked, what didn't, and why, his arguments are irrefutable enough that this reader can only nod his head in agreement.
Sondheim, in propounding his philosophy of lyric writing, also places some of the greats of previous generations under the lens and offers his opinions on their bodies of work. Even his mentor, Oscar Hammerstein, gets the treatment. ("Oh What a Beautiful Morning" --good! "Climb Every Mountain --bad!) The reader will learn the terminology used by insiders. Now I'll always know when I'm hearing a "list song", for example.
Sondheim's core principles are that content dictates form, less is more, and...er...a few others that I've forgotten. He also believes in rhyming. Not approximate rhyming, but "true" or exact rhyming. Not just as a creative restriction. The importance of rhyming, he tells us, is to reinforce what the ear has just heard. As someone who sometimes struggles to keep up with the words in theater songs, I agree wholeheartedly. One should not assume from this that Sondheim's lyrics are all "moon, June and spoon". They're creative as hell. Open the book to any random page and you'll see what I mean. Here, I'll do it right now: elixir/nick, sir -- gamut/dammit -- barbari[ans]/hairy.
The grudges and whines listed in the title are just the author being self-deprecating. But there are heresies. For example, he hates the time honored tradition of a group of people singing a single thought in unison. He shies away from doing this unless to highlight the fact that people are acting or thinking without individuality. And there are anecdotes. Some very funny ones are told, especially about Ethel Merman and Hermione Gingold. I don't think I'll ever be able to see Gingold on screen again without laughing inappropriately.
There are thirteen shows covered here, up to 1981's "Merrily We Roll Along". There is a sequel promised, yet these shows represent about 2/3 of Sondheim's output. So why a book of such length? Why not save more material for the sequel? I thought this until I read the section on "Merrily We Roll Along". Sondheim was 50 when he wrote that show, and its subject was a successful songwriter of a similar age, from a vantage point of financial and critical success juxtaposed with frayed and failed relationships. The story is told backward in time, ending with the promising start of lasting friendships and a career on the rise. Happier times. Although Sondheim rejects the notion that creative artists' characters reflect their own personalities, he confesses some autobiographical feelings expressed in "Merrily" (at east in so far as it portrays a young songwriter trying to get "the suits" to appreciate his good work), there couldn't be a more poignant place at which to end this book.

Normally I don't make a habit of reading song lyrics. Yeah, with a rock record I'll sometimes sit down with the liner notes and read along, but mostly I'll refer to the lyric only if I can't suss out what's being sung. This book is the exception for two reasons: 1) These aren't rock lyrics. Sondheim is a great writer in this form. Literate and witty, these are songs meant to tell stories. Although they're meant to be coupled with music, they're good enough to be taken on their own. 2) This isn't just a collection of lyrics. The lyrics serve as springboards to discussions of the creative process and creative outcomes. Sondheim, at age 80, is clear-eyed about his work. When he tells us what worked, what didn't, and why, his arguments are irrefutable enough that this reader can only nod his head in agreement.
Sondheim, in propounding his philosophy of lyric writing, also places some of the greats of previous generations under the lens and offers his opinions on their bodies of work. Even his mentor, Oscar Hammerstein, gets the treatment. ("Oh What a Beautiful Morning" --good! "Climb Every Mountain --bad!) The reader will learn the terminology used by insiders. Now I'll always know when I'm hearing a "list song", for example.
Sondheim's core principles are that content dictates form, less is more, and...er...a few others that I've forgotten. He also believes in rhyming. Not approximate rhyming, but "true" or exact rhyming. Not just as a creative restriction. The importance of rhyming, he tells us, is to reinforce what the ear has just heard. As someone who sometimes struggles to keep up with the words in theater songs, I agree wholeheartedly. One should not assume from this that Sondheim's lyrics are all "moon, June and spoon". They're creative as hell. Open the book to any random page and you'll see what I mean. Here, I'll do it right now: elixir/nick, sir -- gamut/dammit -- barbari[ans]/hairy.
The grudges and whines listed in the title are just the author being self-deprecating. But there are heresies. For example, he hates the time honored tradition of a group of people singing a single thought in unison. He shies away from doing this unless to highlight the fact that people are acting or thinking without individuality. And there are anecdotes. Some very funny ones are told, especially about Ethel Merman and Hermione Gingold. I don't think I'll ever be able to see Gingold on screen again without laughing inappropriately.
There are thirteen shows covered here, up to 1981's "Merrily We Roll Along". There is a sequel promised, yet these shows represent about 2/3 of Sondheim's output. So why a book of such length? Why not save more material for the sequel? I thought this until I read the section on "Merrily We Roll Along". Sondheim was 50 when he wrote that show, and its subject was a successful songwriter of a similar age, from a vantage point of financial and critical success juxtaposed with frayed and failed relationships. The story is told backward in time, ending with the promising start of lasting friendships and a career on the rise. Happier times. Although Sondheim rejects the notion that creative artists' characters reflect their own personalities, he confesses some autobiographical feelings expressed in "Merrily" (at east in so far as it portrays a young songwriter trying to get "the suits" to appreciate his good work), there couldn't be a more poignant place at which to end this book.

I'm currently listening to Caribou Island (by David Vann; narrated by Bronson Pinchot.) Bronson Pinchot is hitting all the right notes in telling the story of a family on the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska. The setting is lushly portrayed and the characters are fully drawn, warts and all. The keel of the novel is that Gary, the father, is building a cabin on an even more isolated part of the peninsula. You can sense the inexorable pull toward a dark or tragic event beyond their lives of seemingly never-ending regret and frustration. I'm not sure what this says about me, but so far, so good.
I finally dnf-ed Russian Winter (by Daphne Kalotay.) Technically there is nothing wrong with the book. The premise is interesting, the writing clear and, it's even got great cover art; but just like that, within a few chapters, I lost interest and was never able to get it back. The set-up for the novel is that a retired ballerina is auctioning off her jewelry. The lead-up to the auction triggers three seemingly disparate story lines: the ballerina's flashes back to her life in Stalinist USSR, another Russian emigre who has some sort of mysterious connection with the ballerina starts trying to re-connect with the dancer and, the love-disillusioned auction house agent engages upon her research efforts into the pieces being auctioned. The writing is straight forward and descriptive (even with the occasional phrases masquerading as statements for stylistic effect); but for all the scene building, there's a certain lack of lushness or romanticism to the story and; no tension. The whole of the book builds on the flashback structure that seems to be popular amongst book clubs (see Water for Elephants (by Sara Gruen) and Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet (by Jamie Ford)) but weights it a little more on present day action by including the Russian emigre and the auction house agent. Each chapter is preceded by a description of a piece of jewelry which provides a bit of a tease for the ensuing chapter; but the correlation between the jewelry and the following text is often tenuous at best. I didn't hate the book. I just set it down six weeks ago in the middle and forgot about it.
FYI: I got to page 270 of the 466 page book
I finally dnf-ed Russian Winter (by Daphne Kalotay.) Technically there is nothing wrong with the book. The premise is interesting, the writing clear and, it's even got great cover art; but just like that, within a few chapters, I lost interest and was never able to get it back. The set-up for the novel is that a retired ballerina is auctioning off her jewelry. The lead-up to the auction triggers three seemingly disparate story lines: the ballerina's flashes back to her life in Stalinist USSR, another Russian emigre who has some sort of mysterious connection with the ballerina starts trying to re-connect with the dancer and, the love-disillusioned auction house agent engages upon her research efforts into the pieces being auctioned. The writing is straight forward and descriptive (even with the occasional phrases masquerading as statements for stylistic effect); but for all the scene building, there's a certain lack of lushness or romanticism to the story and; no tension. The whole of the book builds on the flashback structure that seems to be popular amongst book clubs (see Water for Elephants (by Sara Gruen) and Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet (by Jamie Ford)) but weights it a little more on present day action by including the Russian emigre and the auction house agent. Each chapter is preceded by a description of a piece of jewelry which provides a bit of a tease for the ensuing chapter; but the correlation between the jewelry and the following text is often tenuous at best. I didn't hate the book. I just set it down six weeks ago in the middle and forgot about it.
FYI: I got to page 270 of the 466 page book


My audio book is Falling Free


I managed to finish, but was quite disappointed as well!


Amy wrote: "I managed to finish, but was quite disappointed as well!"
You're talking about Russian Winter (by Daphne Kalotoy,) right?
You're talking about Russian Winter (by Daphne Kalotoy,) right?

I was surprised how much I enjoyed The Historian. Do not usually like vampire stories. This was good writing. Maybe I am changing as I had fun reading Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Slayer last year.

Linda - sorry to hijack this thread, but I sent you a msg thru Goodreads a few days ago. Did you see it? Please email me: ann@booksonthenights..."
Ann, looking forward to your review of The Last Werewolf. I've heard good things. It has the same pub date as The Taker, both are literary/supernatural--I'm hoping it will be a good thing!

You're talking about Russian Winter (by Daphne Kalotoy,) right?"
Yes sorry, took out too much of the quote.


And the book I am waiting for is:


Huge thanks in anticipation

I just started The Fever: How Malaria Has Ruled Humankind for 500,000 Years. I heard the author on Fresh Air and she was riveting.

The Mortal Instruments series is highly addicting. Cassandra Clare is a wonderful writer and all sorts of fantasy characters are included. The series starts with

In addition to these series, there is a prequel called

I've just started The Double Bind by Chris Bohjalian which is my 2nd book in the BOTNS Reader Retreat Challenge.

Currently I'm just getting started on



I LOVED
[book:Saving Ceecee Honeycutt|6617928], would recommend that to be next.



Getting started now on The Scarlet Letter



I started The Corrections last week, and ..."
I am in the same boat as you are: I pick up and put downThe Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. I like it but it is long and I want to read other things. The Corrections was the only book I have ever put down and never picked up again. Half way through I found the characters insufferable and did not care what happened to them. Then I had a big glass of wine and moved on!


I have not read this one but I may make a suggestion....I would find her 1st Scarpetta book & start with that one, there may very well be quite a bit of background story for this to be a stand alone book.
I believe the first one was Postmortem

While I didn't love this book I didn't hate it either. I won't say it was worth plodding through the book but the plot did pick up a little at the end. When I finished the book I felt the same way I did when I watched the series finale of Lost - many of my questions were answered but I was also left with more questions.

I really, really loved Elegance of the Hedgehog, and the ending took my completely by surprise. I am not yet able to put into words what made this book so special to me but the feeling I got as I read this book is amazing.
Falling Free was a fine book, though not one of Bujold's better works. I happened to start listening to it as I was reading Never Let Me Go, which proved extremely interesting. Both dealt with the social implications of medical ethics but in completely different ways. Someday I may sit down and compare the two books more thoroughly.
Not sure whether to start Russian Winter or The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake. Any thoughts?

Alexia wrote: "Not sure whether to start Russian Winter or The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake. Any thoughts? "
If you belong to any sort of book club whatsoever, I would wait on reading Russian Winter (by Daphne Kalotay) until they pick it (and they will!) Like The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (by Mary Ann Shaffer) and Water for Elephants (by Sara Gruen) it's pretty irresistible fare for book clubs.
Personally, I found the premise intriguing, but somehow disappointing in execution and I ended up DNF-ing it 270 pages in. I set it down one day and completely forgot about it :-/
If you belong to any sort of book club whatsoever, I would wait on reading Russian Winter (by Daphne Kalotay) until they pick it (and they will!) Like The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (by Mary Ann Shaffer) and Water for Elephants (by Sara Gruen) it's pretty irresistible fare for book clubs.
Personally, I found the premise intriguing, but somehow disappointing in execution and I ended up DNF-ing it 270 pages in. I set it down one day and completely forgot about it :-/

If you belong to any sort of book club whatsoever, I would wait on reading [book:R..."
Thanks, Tanya. Unfortunately I'm not in a book club. So, that doesn't help me choose. :(

Considering reading The Count of Monte Cristo, as I have been meaning to forever. What do you guys think?
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I'm working on four - which seems to be on going:
and I'm listening to the only less than 600 page book of the bunch (and boy is it less than 600 pages):
Hopefully, since we are iced in, I'll finishThe Frontiersmen
tomorrow and move on to the pile of goodies I have from the library including
And, our local independent book store is going out of business and I purchased