Early Summer Book Report

Picture this: I’m sitting outside on my back patio. The blue and white striped awning provides shade from the hot sun. My poodle, Chloe, is sitting beside me. A glass of iced tea is at my arm’s reach on the side table. And I am reading a book I can’t put down. Rinse and repeat.

This is what my summer reading life looks like, and there are so many titles to choose from. I was utterly overwhelmed by the plethora of book guides circulating, so I decided to mix up some new great reads with backlist titles. Here’s what I’ve been reading lately.

All That is Mine I Carry With Me by William Landay
(320 pages)

Book cover for All That is Mine I Carry With MeI can sum up this review in four words: Excellent read—terrible title.

I could never get the title right when people asked me what I was reading. First, it is quite a mouthful, and I often confuse it with the novel All the Light We Cannot See. They are two completely different stories and authors but similar in popularity and book cover colors. I also never connected the title with the story until I was two-thirds into the book. The meaning is briefly mentioned, but not enough to wrap my head around.

The good news is that these are my only two complaints about the book. Here is the setup: A mother goes missing one day, and her husband and three children are left to wonder what happened to her. As the years go by, the father is presumed guilty, but there is no evidence or witnesses to prove it. His children have doubts, and their mother’s disappearance affects each one greatly and in different ways. The story unfolds from the perspective of four different people related to the case. The author, who is also a lawyer, navigates the investigation and legal elements of the case quickly and skillfully. The mystery, the civil court case, and the subsequent family drama and questions around loyalty make this novel a thrilling read.

It took me a little while to get into the print version of this book, so I switched to Audible, which was a much better experience. The full cast of narrators sucked me in immediately and made the reading experience even more enjoyable. Our book club had a good time discussing this book. Years ago, we also read Defending Jacob, which he also wrote, and I remember enjoying that as well. I also recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a good mystery or family story told over several decades. For those of you who like neat and tidy endings to mysteries, some of your questions will be answered, but there is a twist at the very end that will keep you guessing long after you finish it.

A Great Country by Shilpi Somaya Gowda
(256 pages)

Yes, that was me sitting in the library parking lot finishing this book before I had to return it that day.

I haven’t heard a lot of buzz about this book, but I really enjoyed it. It’s about a close-knit Indian-American family living in California who came to this country hoping for a better life. In India, the couple were members of a lower caste level, with fewer opportunities for success. When they came to America, they began their new life in an immigrant neighborhood but quickly moved to a fancier section of town. They struggle to keep up with the Joneses, so to speak, and try to fit in with the wealthier crowd. But when the 12-year-old son is arrested and brutally treated by the police, the family must deal with the fallout following that event and their future.

This was a quick read and a short book packed with raw emotion and a compelling story. The son’s precarious situation forces them to come to terms with reality within their family and community while trying to save his life. The struggle to fit in and keep their family intact while redefining the meaning of success makes for an exciting read.

I recommend this for people who want to read about different cultures, immigration, class differences, generational rifts, and investigative police work. If you read The Lost Daughter by the same author or Such a Fun Age by Kiley Reid, you will probably enjoy this book.

Bits and Pieces: My Mother, My Brother, and Me by Whoopi Goldberg
(258 pages)

I love a good celebrity memoir, and this one did not disappoint!

I’ve always been a fan of Whoopi Goldberg. Even when she sticks her foot in her mouth about specific topics, she comes back with more knowledge and insight and a heartfelt apology. Whoopi shares fond memories of her childhood with her brother while being raised by a single mother. Her mother, Emma, taught her children not only to survive but to thrive. Growing up poor in New York City, their mother encouraged them to enjoy and absorb the city’s arts, culture, and history. Fans of this memoir called this a moving tribute from a daughter to her mother.

Some celebrity memoirs are self-indulgent and arrogant. You won’t find any of those qualities here. I could listen to stories about this family for much longer than the audiobook allowed. It was like I was sitting in Whoopi’s living room and learned about herself from the EGOT winner herself. If you like memoirs like this, I hear that Viola Davis’ memoir, Finding Me, provides a similar experience. (I haven’t read that one yet)

The Husbands by Holly Gramazio
(352 pages)

Although I’m not a fan of books where I have to suspend belief to enjoy a story, I listened to this debut novel. There has been so much buzz about it this summer, and I convinced myself to try it. I’m not sorry that I did.

Here is the setup: A woman comes home from a night of drinking, lets herself in, and is greeted by her husband. It sounds pretty normal—except for one thing: She isn’t married. After spending a little time with this man, she realizes everyone recognizes this person as her husband, so she plays along. But when her husband goes up into the attic to change a lightbulb, a new husband comes downstairs.

Okay—I’ll play along, too. I liked the concept behind this book, which turns out to be a bit of a satire on dating life and what qualities one can live with versus what the deal breakers are. After a few more “husbands,”  she realizes she can control the situation by sending one up into the attic and exchanging him for a new one.

While I’m not a fan of time loops and the aforementioned suspension of reality, I found this book enjoyable and am glad I read it. I’d love to know what others thought of it. It was nice to get out of my comfort zone and try it. Plus, I like to support new authors.

Funny Story by Emily Henry
(395 pages)

I hated this author’s last book, Happy Place, and reviewed it here. I know it was the IT book last summer, but I DNF’d it with less than 100 pages to go. That’s how much I disliked it.

However, this author is as much of a staple of summer reading as Elin Hildebrand’s Nantucket book series. I’ve supported Henry’s work since her debut novel, Beach Read. I decided to give her one more chance with Funny Story, and I’m glad I did.

The setup is a little confusing, but it worked really well. Daphne and Peter are engaged but break up at the beginning of the book when Peter falls back in love with his childhood best friend, Petra. Peter asks Daphne to move out of their home, and with no place else to go, Daphne winds up temporarily moving in with Petra’s ex-fiancé, Miles. Got it?

When Daphne and Miles are invited to Petra and Peter’s wedding, they pretend they are together and post photos of their summer adventures to promote the ruse. But is it a ruse or a budding romance? You have to read the book to hear this “funny story.”

I enjoyed all of the characters in this book, including the minor ones, such as the best friend and the younger sibling. The author definitely redeemed herself with this summer’s new novel, and I hope that continues. I’m not always a fan of romance novels, but her books have backstories that I can get behind, which makes all the difference to me.

No Book Buy July

Last week, I came upon an indie bookstore that I had never visited before. It is called LBI Book Swap in Beach Haven, Long Beach Island, NJ. If you are in the area, I highly recommend stopping by.

Normally, I would leave an indie bookstore with a new book to read, but because I observe No Book Buy July, I left empty-handed. And it almost killed me because there was a gently-used book section in the back where I could have taken home so many new books.

But let’s face it. The whole point of No Book Buy July is to read the books I have and not add anymore to my shelves. If I remain disciplined, it is a rewarding experience. If I fail miserably, I will have discovered a new book (or books) that I can’t live without.

So, it’s a win-win situation. LOL!

What’s in my TBR pile?

I am currently reading, The Shell Seekers by Rosamunde Pilcher. It came out in 2004 and has been pressed into my hands many times by avid readers. This is finally the summer that I will tackle it. And I do mean tackle because it is 544 pages. At the library, my long time hold, The Many Lives of Mama Love: A Memoir of Lying, Stealing, Writing, and Healing, by Lara Love Hardin, finally came in. I’ll be juggling both of these books which will keep me quite busy.

Okay, your turn. What is on your summer reading list? Let me know in the comments!

XO,

Elisa

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Sassy and Sleepy Laptop

Laptop with a blue screen indicating an update is being done. I’ve been on vacation most of this week, and my laptop seems to be as well. It isn’t like I didn’t use it while I was away. I just didn’t use it as often as I usually do, which has apparently caused it to be lazy and obnoxious. The following is a hypothetical conversation I imagined having with my laptop:

Me: Wake up! I need to work. I have emails to answer, articles to write, and, above all, blogs to post. Don’t you know that I’m already five days late starting the Ultimate Blog Challenge?

Laptop: Seriously?! What do you want from me?! Can’t you give me a few minutes to get my bearings? First, I sat in your backpack for two days straight while you were hanging out at the Jersey shore. Then, you took me out that one morning when you had some downtime to try and get some work done. Shortly afterward, I was put away for another day and a half until we went home. When we finally arrived home, you left me on the kitchen counter last night instead of in my cozy spot in your office under the vision board. I’m all turned around now, so give me some time to warm up.

Me: JUST START ALREADY! I have a to-do list that is a mile long, and you are not cooperating!

Laptop: Jeez, why are you yelling at me?! It is so unfair to have to wake up on demand and make myself presentable and completely available for you 24-7. I’m telling you…

Me: (Pushing buttons frantically)

Laptop: Fine! Keep pushing my buttons, and see what happens…Okay, now you’ve done it. I think it’s time to run one of my super inconvenient blue screen updates. And I’ll throw in the misleading circle of hell to tell you how long it will be before I’m done.

Me: (Cursing LOUDLY!)

Laptop: Oh, okay. Now, you are taking your frustration out on me. What do you mean you want a new laptop?! Don’t make me add an extra round of configurations to this update. You know I’ll do it.

Me: (Taking deep breaths and trying another approach)

Laptop: Ooh, what’s this? A little spray and microfiber cloth to keep me clean. Well, that’s nice of you. Thank you for calming down and thinking of me. We can get past this, can’t we? Let me finish up this update. I’ll even speed it up for you so you can start your day. Friends?

Me: Friends. I mutter under my breath, quietly considering purchasing a new computer.

And scene!

So, how is your day going?

XO,

Elisa

Jenna’s Passover Message

Hi friends, I’d like to introduce a guest blogger, my daughter Jenna. Jenna is on staff at the University of Maryland Hillel as a Springboard Fellow specializing in social justice and student engagement. Because of her experiences on campus and her recent travels to Israel, I asked her to write this to share with our family. Jenna has graciously allowed me to share her thoughts with all of you. We are so proud of her work to engage and support Jewish students here and her volunteerism in Israel.  I hope you will take a few minutes to read this and learn from her firsthand experiences. – XO Elisa


A lot can change in a year. A year ago today, I was preparing to graduate from college and go to Israel for the first time on a Birthright trip.

A lot can change in six months. About six months ago, one of my student’s friends, Omer Neutra, was taken hostage by Hamas and hasn’t been heard from since.

A lot can change in a month. A month ago I came back from Israel where I saw and heard the resiliency of the Jewish people even with all of the pain.

A lot can change in a week, a weekend, a day, an hour, or a moment. This year, while I was on the front lines of many different faces of this war, I learned that every moment counts. For the next few, I want to share why.

I will need time to process my trip before I can share everything I experienced in Israel. I’ve been putting a lot of pressure on myself to share everything perfectly so you all can understand what it is like to feel so safe in a place that the world despises. I will say that picking cherry tomatoes while hearing bombs exploding only miles away from where I was standing is something I will never forget. At a farm about 10 kilometers from Khan Yunis in Gaza, I picked tomatoes for a 55-year-old farmer who had been called up from the reserves as a paratrooper. He told us he desperately needed our help because he only had one day to harvest an acre’s worth of cherry tomatoes, and he had to go back to Lebanon the next day. 

Yet, with all of the worry, stress, anxiety, sadness, exhaustion, strength, bravery, excitement, warmth, and resiliency that is felt in Israel, what surprised me the most was their concern for us Americans. They watch the news as we show our support for them and are met with antisemitism. And it breaks their hearts. I was in one conversation with Amit, my tour educator, and when I asked him what he thinks of the war, he told me he could ask me the same question. He said that we are fighting a war to stop antisemitism. I told him I didn’t think that we were at war because, yes, we are fighting back against stupid people, but it was nothing compared to what was happening in Israel. It was a social issue and something that I truly cared about, but not a war. 

A few weeks ago, I found myself in a meeting with a packet in front of me titled “How to Stop BDS.” If you are unfamiliar with the acronym, BDS stands for Boycott, Divestment, and Sanctions, and calls for different societal institutions, like universities, to boycott, divest, and sanction anything related and connected to Israel. A motion was brought up to the University of Maryland’s Student Government Association to pass BDS, and ever since then, our team of student leaders and staff mobilized our community of nearly 6,000 Jewish students to speak up about their connection to Israel. We set up tables on campus with information in an attempt to open up a dialogue with others who may differ in opinion. Many times, I engaged in productive and insightful conversations where we agreed that communication is a great tool to disengage tensions. However, I cannot ignore the people who rolled their eyes, took down our hostage posters, and shouted “Free Palestine” in our faces. 

If this bill passed, university officials could be called upon to cut any and all ties to Israel. Antisemitism rates on campus would inevitably skyrocket as it has on all college campuses that have adopted a pro-BDS stance. It would also lead us down a path where people will never know about the Jewish community’s cultural, historical, and spiritual connection to the land of Israel.

This past Wednesday, I sat outside a hall full of people and listened via livestream to 60 of them speak about whether they believe the BDS bill should be passed. I heard a speaker claim that the media attention about the rise in antisemitism is a ploy the Jewish community uses as a tactic to distract from the real problem and that if you care for Israel, you hate human rights. Another person referred to what was happening in Gaza as “the largest genocide recorded in history” directly after mentioning the Holocaust. For three hours, I had to sit and listen silently to people screaming at my community for things we did not do, and each moment was awful. Four hours after the last person spoke, the Student Government Association announced a vote of 18-17 against the bill, with one person abstaining. It was close. Too close. We were all exhausted, as if we just won a battle, and I started to believe Amit’s words that we were also at war. 

This year has been full of unexpected moments, but I am grateful that we all expected this moment around the Seder table. We all knew we would come together at some point during Passover to do what we have always done, to take part in a cultural, historical, and spiritual tradition that highlights, rejoices, and reminds us of Jewish resilience and strength. With all that has been a surprise in my life recently, and I’m sure in all of yours, I am truly grateful we are here, together.

Chag Sameach. 

Jenna

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