Monday, December 21, 2015

Look Back on 2015




2015
  • "Stardust" by Neil Gaiman  ||  Genre:  Fantasy, Novel, Science Fiction
  • "Splintered" by A.G. Howard  ||  Genre:  Fantasy, Young Adult, Romance, Adventure
  • "One for the Money" by Janet Evanovich  ||  Genre:  Fiction, Crime Fiction, Suspense, Mystery
  • "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" by J. K. Rowling  || Genre:  Fantasy, Children's Literature
  • "A Child Called 'It'" by Dave Pelzer || Genre:  Biography, Children's Literature
  • "If I Stay" by Gayle Forman || Genre:  Young Adult Fiction
  • "The 5th Wave" by Rick Yancey || Genre:  Young Adult Fiction, Science Fiction
  • "Still Life with Woodpecker" by Tom Robbins || Genre:  Absurdest Fiction, Speculative Fiction
  • "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World" by Haruki Murakami || Genre:  Science Fiction, Speculative Fiction
  • "The Reader" by Bernhard Schlink ||  Genre:  Fiction, Historical Fiction, Novel
  • "1984" by George Orwell  ||  Genre:  Utopian and Dystopian Fiction, Political Fiction, Social Science Fiction
  • "Fallen" by Lauren Kate  ||  Genre:  Fiction, Mystery

Sunday, December 20, 2015

22nd Meet Up - December 2015

Had a great time at our 22nd meetup where we got to met Brie,
 and see Donnia's new place (still super cute)!
Also another friend, Daniella, showed up at the end and asked to join!
So we have 2 new excited members joining our ranks in the upcoming months and I am so stoked!  Also, everyone who came got presents :)  (Spoilers:  They were books.)
Have a safe and happy holiday, everyone, and I'll see you in January! :D

 



 





Saturday, December 19, 2015

Sam Review's "Fallen" by Lauren Kate - December 2015


Sam's Notes Taken Along the Way

In the Beginning

"This lifeless paper, cruel impostor, was the only way to take her with him."

Chapter One

What kind of school rule is "No one is allowed a car"?  And even if you aren't allowed to have a car on campus with you, that still doesn't justify, in my mind, why they would sell her car just cuz she can't have it at school.

Chapter Two

I wonder if the shocking wristbands would be at all legal to use on minors in a school setting.

I am automatically suspicious of Penn.  Not only that she knows so much about everyone by being an aid, but because she almost brags about it.  And I don't understand what her immune system has to do with her wearing 4 sweaters at once.

Chapter Four

I can't be okay for a school to be so close to a cemetery, and to utilize the cemetery as a sort of punishment.  Just the idea of being forced into a cemetery freaks me out.

"Luce’s wishes felt too heavy for something so light." [speaking of dandelion wishes]

Chapter Eight

I can't get over how weird all the names in this book are.  Luce, Diante, Penn...

"Wicked Witch of the South" [in reference to stiletto boots appearing out from a phone booth] wouldn't the correct reference be Wicked Witch of the West?

Chapter Eleven

Arriane and Gabbe's reaction to Todd's death was super inappropriate.  Sipping on alcoholic drinks in a hospital after a student had his neck broken trying to escape a fire.

Chapter Twelve

When Luce was crying (more over Trevor than Todd) and Cam was just right on top of her, bugging her about the necklace he gave her, and hugging her and telling how everything would be alright, I felt so suffocated on her behalf.

Chapter Fifteen

I'm not a firm believer that most guys are led on and friend zoned by girls, however Luce's behavior bothers me so much.  I really do like she's playing Cam, even if she doesn't understand how she feels about Cam and Daniel and herself, why couldn't she just explain to Cam that he isn't the only guy she's interested in - before he got into the nasty fist fight with Daniel?

Chapter Fifteen

Cam's letter-led rendezvous is way more creepy than it is endearing to me, and there is no way in hell I would have gotten into that sedan. 

"...his face pale as the bloom of a peony." - I just appreciated the simile and tie in to her favorite flower.

Chapter Sixteen

"The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment." - I think this is a really great statement about how to get over grief.

There are parts of Daniel's story I still don't understand:
Is he always the same age or does he age, die, and be reborn with the same memories?  If he doesn't age and just exists as a 17 year old forever - that is true damnation, I cant imagine being 17 forever.  Would you still feel 17 or would you feel older and kind of creepy for being in love with a 17 year old when Luce eventually shows up?
Also, Luce, why is she not condemned?  Or if she is condemned, is her condemnation that she only lives to be 17 and then dies?  If that's the case, why wouldn't Daniel want to take advantage of every moment and be with her as early in her life as he possibly could be?  Is it just because the pain is too great?
Is the only reason why he expected to meet and cause her death so quickly because he avoided her until she found her way to him or do they only ever get a few weeks together regardless of when they find each other?

Chapter Eighteen

Literally stopped and laughed out loud to Miss Sophia's statement of "There's supposed to be an order to things!" when the locusts were appearing.

I don't really care for the implication that most of the important characters are part of this reincarnation thing.

When Cam was summoning the "creatures that embodied night" I was just imagining the Heartless from Kingdom Hearts.

Miss Sophia being a bad guy was an interesting twist, although I don't know why since Cam was "nice" to and ended up being an enemy.
Chapter Nineteen

It's an interesting theory that Luce has to be baptized in order to be reborn considering reincarnation isn't something typically talked about in a Christian bible.  Ironically I was never baptized so I wonder what that would mean for me in this world.

Chapter Twenty

Why could the mortals see the destruction from the battle but no one had been woken up during it?

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Sam Review's "1984" by George Orwell - November 2015

Sam's Notes Taken Along the Way

Because this is my third time starting this, and second time finishing this book, I am going to try and focus on what the story is "really about", the metaphors within it, and why this book is so commonly read in high schools.

The Ministry of Truth, which concerned itself with news, entertainment, education, and the fine arts. The Ministry of Peace, which concerned itself with war. The Ministry of Love, which maintained law and order. And the Ministry of Plenty, which was responsible for economic affairs. Their names, in Newspeak: Minitrue, Minipax, Miniluv, and Miniplenty.

WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY GOD IS POWER

Part One, Chapter One
I feel like it's important to note how bad life is.  Just within the first few paragraphs, the author talks about not being able to open the door without dust getting it, not being able to use the elevator to conserve power, having a varicose ulcer on his ankle that he still has to go to work with, and describing himself as "smallish, frail, and meager".

The telescreen being on constantly I think is a great point to pause on.  While we live in a world where we can sit in our apartments with no radio, no television, no sound, it is not a common practice, and typically once you go outside you are still going to hear murmurs from passing cars or neighbors.  I have read a few books that talk about how we as a society are "afraid of silence", addicted to the noise.

I wonder if the fact that Big Brother is mustached has anything to do with Hitler.  The book was originally published in 1949 which I believe was not too long after the end of WWII.  If it has nothing to do with Hitler, then when did mustaches start being a "typical" sign of the "bad guy"?

If the Ministry of Love maintains Law and Order, then how can their be now laws?  If there are no laws then how are there punishments for behavior and actions?

There are a lot of people who speculate that George Orwell may have correctly predicted the future, he just predicted it in the wrong year.  The section where Winston is talking about how "strange" it is to be writing by hand and in full words instead of just using the "speak write" and using Newspeak terms.  Ironic that as I'm re-reading this book the issue of kids no longer learning to write (or read) in cursive is an issue.

Another potentially correct foreshadow is the immunity we as a society seem to have to the bad things happening in the world.  The first diary entry Winston writes down is about this war flick with graphic imagery that the Party is amused by - a fat refugee being shot as he tries to swim away, a mother and her son blown up on a boat.  There are people in the book who are affected strongly by this, but the majority just laugh or nod along with it - which to me seems to be an accurate representation of how we are now.

Is the statement that women, especially young women, who are most likely to follow along with what the big government says?

The two minutes of hate confuses me.  From what I understand, they show this "traitor" talking about all the freedoms people should want, and it's the people themselves who start yelling and getting mad at the screen.  So it's not directly brainwashing, although it proves that the Party certainly is brainwashed.

"How could you communicate with the future?  It was of its nature impossible.  Either the future would resemble the present, in which case it would not listen to him; or it would be different from it, and his predicament would be meaningless."

Part One, Chapter Two

The idea of children being the enemy of their parents because children view the opinions of the Party to be almost like a game, seems very true.  So many times after I learned something in school I would tell mom that things she did were not done the right way, or things we should do more of like recycling or saving water, and she would always be so annoyed with me.

"The sacred principles of Ingsoc.  Newspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past."

Part One, Chapter Three

"...his mother’s death, nearly thirty years ago, had been tragic and sorrowful in a way that was no longer possible. Tragedy, he perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there was still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason. His mother’s memory tore at his heart because she had died loving him, when he was too young and selfish to love her in return, and because somehow, he did not remember how, she had sacrificed herself to a conception of loyalty that was private and unalterable. Such things, he saw, could not happen today. Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows."

"...if all others accepted the lie which the Party imposed— if all records told the same tale—then the lie passed into history and became truth."

Part One, Chapter Four

"With a faint feeling of satisfaction Winston laid the fourth message aside. It was an intricate and responsible job and had better be dealt with last. The other three were routine matters, though the second one would probably mean some tedious wading through lists of figures."

The idea that people could so casually alter the past and not question it, and even feel satisfaction in doing so.  I can totally understand it on a small scale, but the idea that this whole building full of people working to alter history in small, and very large, scales is terrifying.  It would start off simple enough, changing predictions of chocolate rations to be correct, or near correct, but then it's the whole of history.  And with almost everything being digital these days, it would be so easy to eliminate the majority of what we consider to be records of history.

"Even the written instructions which Winston received ... never stated or implied that an act of forgery was to be committed: always the reference was to slips, errors, misprints, or misquotations which it was necessary to put right in the interests of accuracy.
"But actually, he thought as he re-adjusted the Ministry of Plenty’s figures, it was not even forgery. It was merely the substitution of one piece of nonsense for another. Statistics were just as much a fantasy in their original version as in their rectified version. In any case, sixty-two millions was no nearer the truth than fifty-seven millions, or than 145 millions. Very likely no boots had been produced at all. Likelier still, nobody knew how many had been produced, much less cared."

"Ministry of Truth , whose primary job was not to reconstruct the past but to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels—with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child’s spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. And the Ministry had not only to supply the multifarious needs of the party, but also to repeat the whole operation at a lower level for the benefit of the proletariat. There was a whole chain of separate departments dealing with proletarian literature, music, drama, and entertainment generally. Here were produced rubbishy newspapers containing almost nothing except sport, crime and astrology, sensational five-cent novelettes, films oozing with sex, and sentimental songs which were composed entirely by mechanical means on a special kind of kaleidoscope known as a versificator. There was even a whole sub-section—Pornosec, it was called in Newspeak—engaged in producing the lowest kind of pornography, which was sent out in sealed packets and which no Party member, other than those who worked on it, was permitted to look at."

I pulled out this paragraph to look at it deeper with a group.  The "rubbish" created for the Proles is the kind of things that we today look forward to in our entertainment.  So what kind of correlation does the Party v. the Proles have in our current every day lives?

Part One, Chapter Five

I don't understand why they're allowed to buy gin at the lunch queue at work.

What is the group's opinion of "cutting the language down to the bone" and instead of having synonyms and antonyms having words like "Good" "Ungood" "PlusGood" and "DoublePlusGood" instead of "Good" "Bad" "Very Good" and "Extremely Good".

"...the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it. Every concept that can ever be needed, will be expressed by exactly one word, with its meaning rigidly defined and all its subsidiary meanings rubbed out and forgotten.
"...Even the literature of the Party will change. Even the slogans will change. How could you have a slogan like ‘freedom is slavery’ when the concept of freedom has been abolished? The whole climate of thought will be different. In fact there will be no thought, as we understand it now. Orthodoxy means not thinking—not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness."

"The proles are not human beings."

Part One, Chapter Six

Imagine a world where you are not allowed to marry someone you are physically attracted to.  On that same topic, why even allow marriage if they have the technology to artificially inseminate people?  Why even chance two people who don't like each other very much to form a bond that could turn against the party?

Part One, Chapter Seven 

Why would the party choose to have the Proles make up 85% of the population?  Wouldn't it make more sense that the majority would be on the side of the party and the minority be the "free animals"?  Do the proles feel bad or good about their position in society? Why are they pretty much allowed to do whatever they want to while the members of the party are under such strict rules?

Do you think there is a type of brainwashing going on in our own society?  The majority of people talk about how much better life is now with all of this technology and all of this "work smart, not hard" mentality.  Do you think that if the government wiped out anyone who "romanticized" the time before technology had such a tight hold, do you think anyone would ever question what life "might be like" if we did more things for ourselves?   If we didn't live our lives in front of a telescreen?

"Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one. At one time it had been a sign of madness to believe that the earth goes round the sun; today, to believe that the past is inalterable. He might be ALONE in holding that belief, and if alone, then a lunatic. But the thought of being a lunatic did not greatly trouble him: the horror was that he might also be wrong."

Part One, Chapter Eight

While part of me thinks its crazy that Big Brother would care that you'd rather spend time alone instead of at the community theater, I also can't imagine every wanting more alone time than Winston already describes in his daily life.

"It seemed to him that he knew exactly what it felt like to sit in a room like this, in an armchair beside an open fire with your feet in the fender and a kettle on the hob; utterly alone, utterly secure, with nobody watching you, no voice pursuing you, no sound except the singing of the kettle and the friendly ticking of the clock."

"The place where there is no darkness was the imagined future, which one would never see, but which, by foreknowledge, one could mystically share in."

Part Two, Chapter One

"Nor did the idea of refusing her advances even cross his mind. Only five nights ago he had contemplated smashing her skull in with a cobblestone, but that was of no importance."

Part Two, Chapter Two

In the scene where Winston and the "Dark Haired Girl" are together and alone in the woods, he talks about how great it feels to have contact and to be with a woman but that he doesn't actually feel the desire to have sex with her.  I wonder if this is a normal reaction to living a solitary life most of the time, or if it is more likely that you would desire sex even more when the opportunity came along.

" Almost as swiftly as he had imagined it, she had torn her clothes off, and when she flung them aside it was with that same magnificent gesture by which a whole civilization seemed to be annihilated."

"Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act."

Part Two, Chapter Three/Four

Does it seem strange to you guys that only girls / unmarried women are preferred to work in the porn section of the fiction department?

"He wondered vaguely how many others like her there might be in the younger generation people who had grown up in the world of the Revolution, knowing nothing else, accepting the Party as something unalterable, like the sky, not rebelling against its authority but simply evading it, as a rabbit dodges a dog."

"When you make love you’re using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and don’t give a damn for anything. They can’t bear you to feel like that. They want you to be bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and down and cheering and waving flags is simply sex gone sour. If you’re happy inside yourself, why should you get excited about Big Brother and the Three-Year Plans and the Two Minutes Hate and all the rest of their bloody rot?"

"She was very young, he thought, she still expected something from life, she did not understand that to push an inconvenient person over a cliff solves nothing"

"She would not accept it as a law of nature that the individual is always defeated. In a way she realized that she herself was doomed, that sooner or later the Thought Police would catch her and kill her, but with another part of her mind she believed that it was somehow possible to construct a secret world in which you could live as you chose. All you needed was luck and cunning and boldness. She did not understand that there was no such thing as happiness, that the only victory lay in the far future, long after you were dead, that from the moment of declaring war on the Party it was better to think of yourself as a corpse."

Part Two, Chapter Five

I find it ironic that Winston was so much happier, and even more willing to do what was expected of him, after he had his little hiding spot above the store.  He didn't feel as much hatred towards the government at that time.

"To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future, seemed an unconquerable instinct, just as one’s lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available."

I wonder, since Winston was so anti-government, why he didn't ever imagine that the acts of war against their country could possibly be done by their own government.  The idea that the bombs were being dropped by the government to keep their people scared as an idea that Julia had brought up to him.

Part Two, Chapter Seven

"...she [Winston's mother] had possessed a kind of nobility, a kind of purity, simply because the standards that she obeyed were private ones. Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside. It would not have occurred to her that an action which is ineffectual thereby becomes meaningless. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love. When the last of the chocolate was gone, his mother had clasped the child in her arms. It was no use, it changed nothing, it did not produce more chocolate, it did not avert the child’s death or her own; but it seemed natural to her to do it. The refugee woman in the boat had also covered the little boy with her arm, which was no more use against the bullets than a sheet of paper. The terrible thing that the Party had done was to persuade you that mere impulses, mere feelings, were of no account, while at the same time robbing you of all power over the material world. When once you were in the grip of the Party, what you felt or did not feel, what you did or refrained from doing, made literally no difference. Whatever happened you vanished, and neither you nor your actions were ever heard of again. You were lifted clean out of the stream of history. And yet to the people of only two generations ago this would not have seemed all-important, because they were not attempting to alter history. They were governed by private loyalties which they did not question. What mattered were individual relationships, and a completely helpless gesture, an embrace, a tear, a word spoken to a dying man, could have value in itself. The proles, it suddenly occurred to him, had remained in this condition. They were not loyal to a party or a country or an idea, they were loyal to one another. The proles had stayed human. They had not become hardened inside.

"At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be? When once they get hold of us there will be nothing, literally nothing, that either of us can do for the other. If I confess, they’ll shoot you, and if I refuse to confess, they’ll shoot you just the same. Nothing that I can do or say, or stop myself from saying, will put off your death for as much as five minutes. Neither of us will even know whether the other is alive or dead. We shall be utterly without power of any kind. The one thing that matters is that we shouldn’t betray one another, although even that can’t make the slightest difference.  I don’t mean confessing. Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter: only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you—that would be the real betrayal. If you can FEEL that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them."

"They could not alter your feelings: for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable."

Part Two, Chapter Nine

"They add nothing to the wealth of the world, since whatever they produce is used for purposes of war, and the object of waging a war is always to be in a better position in which to wage another war."

"...the conditions of life in all three super-states are very much the same. In Oceania the prevailing philosophy is called Ingsoc, in Eurasia it is called Neo-Bolshevism, and in Eastasia it is called by a Chinese name usually translated as Death-Worship, but perhaps better rendered as Obliteration of the Self. The citizen of Oceania is taught to execrate them as barbarous outrages upon morality and common sense. Actually the three philosophies are barely distinguishable..."  -- Couldn't the same almost be said about organized religion?

"A peace that was truly permanent would be the same as a permanent war. This is the inner meaning of the Party slogan: WAR IS PEACE"

"The aim of the High is to remain where they are. The aim of the Middle is to change places with the High. The aim of the Low, when they have an aim—for it is an abiding characteristic of the Low that they are too much crushed by drudgery to be more than intermittently conscious of anything outside their daily lives—is to abolish all distinctions and create a society in which all men shall be equal."  --  Makes me think of what the intern at work said to me "If you're not a liberal in your 20s then you have no heart.  If you're still a liberal in your 30s then you have no brain."

Even with the in depth explanation of the society of Oceania I still am dumbfounded by how 85% of the population is the proles, who live a shitty but mostly free existence compared to the Outer Party which is the status Winston has.  Why are the proles allowed so much more leniency compared to the Outer Party?

"‘She’s beautiful,’ he murmured.
"‘She’s a metre across the hips, easily,’ said Julia.
"‘That is her style of beauty,’ said Winston."

Part Three, Chapter One

"In the face of pain there are no heroes"


Part Three, Chapter Two

Electroshock therapy has always disturbed me more than most, especially since it so commonly used for psychological disorders and I just don't see how it helps.  However for the sake of fiction, I do find it interesting that in this book, that was written at a time when electroshock therapy was used for insanity, Winston is put through electroshock therapy because he cannot practice DOUBLETHINK and is therefore insane.

Part Three, Chapter Three

How does O'Brien always know what Winston is thinking when Winston said a few times that the only thing The Party didn't have the power to do was to read your mind?

Part Three, Chapter Four

"To die hating them, that was freedom."

Part Three, Chapter Five

If the reason behind the rat torture is to make Winston love big brother, why do they choose something that could very well kill him?  How is he supposed to come back from this and love big brother?  Or in the other hypothetical situations like being burned or buried alive, how are you supposed to come back from these things?  Is the idea simply that they will choose to sacrifice someone else?  If that's the case why did the guy who offered up his wife and three children not get released right then and there?

Saturday, October 24, 2015

20th Meet Up - October 2015

Had a smaller turnout for our Halloween themed book club meeting where we discussed "The Reader" by Bernhard Schlink.  We three loved the book and are more than willing to discuss the book again / further at our next meet up in November!

I also hosted a Halloween Party the day of our Meet-Up and met two new people I hope will be joining us in the near future, Brooke and Megan!


 

 

Sam Review's "The Reader" by Bernhard Schlink - October 2015

Sam's Notes Taken Along the Way

Part One, Chapter Three
I appreciate the smooth, but not excessive, descriptions of this author.

When did we as a society stop ironing our clothes as part of the laundry ritual?  I know my grandma still does it, but my mom only ever did special items for special occasions.


Part One, Chapter Four
This is the second book in a row that goes out of it's way to describe a female character as "heavy but not excessively heavy" but in a polite and (almost) positive way.

Part One, Chapter Five
The rationale that going and doing the thing you fantasize about is better than just fantasizing so that you don't get stuck in the fantasy is so weird.  Or, maybe it's just the phrasing, since the author is German and this book is translated.  "It is better to go out and do it than you always wonder, 'What if?'"

Part One, Chapter Six
I can't determine the age difference between the narrator and Frau Frau Schmitz.

Part One, Chapter Eight
Okay, so the narrator, Michael is fifteen, but lets Hanna (I had to look up that Frau is the German word for Mrs.) think he is seventeen.  And she is clearly an adult, but still not too weird, for a little while I thought was much younger.


Part One, Chapter Nine
And Hanna is 36, so a 21 year age difference between these two characters.

I like the line when the narrator, Michael is talking about feeling proud of being with the one your with, despite the age difference and the way it appears.

Part One, Chapter Ten
While I understand the gesture is supposed to be intimate, the idea of being bathed by someone has always seemed creepy and awkward to me.

Part One, Chapter Fourteen
I know that there are some theater's where you can drink while you watch the movie, but they are few and far between.  I wish it was more common "Champagne at intermission."


Part Two, Chapter Five
So was Hanna on trial for letting a bunch of Jewish women burn to death in a church where they were forced to work when she, and the other women on trial, could have opened the doors?

Part Two, Chapter Seven
I can't tell if it is creepy or considerate of Hanna to have taken in the weak and delicate girls and treated them well and had them read to her at night.

Part Two, Chapter Eight
It's kind of amazing that after the church fire, these two Jews, who probably looked pretty haggard from the concentration camps, were able to just walk out.  The villagers let go of whatever hate they were supposed to feel and just said "These two are survivors, let's warm them and feed them and let them go on their way."  I also wonder if that story is true.

Part Two, Chapter Nine
Not that I think the people involved in the Holocaust shouldn't have been tried and punished for their crimes.  But it does seem crazy that the trial we're reading about happened 15 years after the fact.

Part Two, Chapter Fifteen
When the narrator is talking about walking through the concentration camps trying to imagine what they must have looked like filled but not being able to, it made me think about 9/11.  How, it's a tragedy and a disaster that happened during my time in this world and, yet somehow, I never think that I feel sad enough about it when it comes around, and it makes me feel really guilty.

Part Three, Chapter Five
It is strange how strongly I sympathize with the narrator about not being able to let go.  And while I didn't expect him to start recording readings and sending them to Hannah in jail, I'm also not at all surprised that he did.

Trying to imagine how it must have felt for Hannah to receive such a random, large, and intimate gift from someone she hadn't actually interacted with for years.

Part Three, Chapter Six
Imagining what Hanna's handwriting must have looked like, and how determined she must have been to learn it just to be able to address a three lined note to the boy who read to her.  So many feels.  (Again with the guilt about not feeling things about the concentration camp scenes, but I feel strong feelings about this bit).

Part Three, Chapter Seven
While I like Hanna's character, the letter from the warden brings up an interesting issue.  During her trial, Hanna was considered a monster due to the fact that she let people burn to death while she heard and more or less watched.  However, 18 years after this heinous crime, she is more than likely going to be released into the world and the jail / community is going to help her get an apartment and a job and they also reach out to other people to help them as well.  I have heard this discussion / debate before in other circumstances (mostly petty drug charges throwing people's lives through the ringer) but it is definitely a topic I'm interested to hear your guys' thoughts on.

Part Three, Chapter Eight
Was reading aloud to people something that was a cultural norm a long time ago?  In "The Book Thief" there is another circumstance where a young person reads to an older person who never either didn't know how or wasn't good at it.  And, I will say, when talking about something I've written I like to hear it aloud, and I like to read aloud to myself (unfortunately I don't have a good voice for recording so I can't do it for anyone else's benefit).  But it always seems strange and awkward to ask someone to read aloud for you.

It is so sad that with every other woman he was with they just didn't "feel right" and when he finally gets to see Hanna again and holds her, she doesn't "feel right".

Part Three, Chapter Ten
I was not expectinf Hanna to kill herself and I was very disappointed.

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Quotes Worth Mentioning

Part One, Chapter Seven
"Sometimes I had the feeling that all of us in his family were like pets to him.  The dog you take for a walk, the cat you play with and that curls up in your lap, purring, to be stroked - you can be fond of them, you can even need them to a certain extent, and nonetheless the whole thing - buying pet food, cleaning up the cat box, and trips to the vet - is really too much.  Your life is elsewhere.  I wish that we, his family, had been his life.  ...  Why should we children be his whole life?  We were growing up and soon we'd be adults and out of the house."

Part One, Chapter Nine
"I am amazed at how much confidence Hanna gave me. ... The girls I met noticed and liked it that I wasn't afraid of them.  I felt at ease in my own body."  - While I think this is something most people feel when they are happy in their relationship, I think it is more true when you are with someone who is older, or more grounded, than you.

Part One, Chapter Twelve
"I have them [the pictures of Hanna] stored away, I can project them on a mental screen and watch them, unchanged, unconsumed.  There are long periods when I don't think about them at all.  But they always come back into my head, and then I sometimes have to run them repeatedly though my mental projector and watch them."

Part One, Chapter Fourteen
"When an an airplane's engines fail, it is not the end of the flight.  Airplanes don't fall out of the sky like stones.  They glide on, the enormous multi-engined passenger jets, for thirty, forty-five minutes, only to smash themselves up when they attempt a landing.  The passengers don't notice a thing.  Flying feels the same whether the engines are working or not.  ...  That summer was the glide path of our love.  Or rather, of my love for Hanna.  I don't know about her love for me."

Part One, Chapter Fifteen
"I put my arm around her waist, and didn't care what people might think of us as a couple, and I was proud that I didn't care.  At the same time, I knew that in the theater in our hometown I would care.  Did she know that, too?"

Part One, Chapter Sixteen
"What do you want now?  Your whole life in one night?"

Part Two, Chapter One
"[The memory of her] it's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it.  But why should you?"

Part Two, Chapter Two
"What is law?  Is it what is on the books, or what is actually enacted and obeyed in a society?  Or is low what must be enacted and obeyed, whether or not it is on the books."

Part Two, Chapter Nine
"Not that it was impossible to imagine the confusion and helplessness Hanna described.  The night, the cold, the snow, the fire, the screaming of the women in the church, the sudden departure of the people who had commanded and escorted the female guards - how could the situation have been easy?  But could an acknowledgement that the situation had been hard be any mitigation for what the defendants had done or not done?  As if it had been a car accident on a lonely road on a cold winter night, with injuries and totaled vehicles, and no one knowing what to do?  That is how one could imagine what Hanna was describing but nobody was willing to look at it in such terms."

Part Two, Chapter Ten
"Could Hanna's shame at being illiterate be sufficient reason for her behavior at the trail or in the camp?  To accept exposure as a criminal for fear for being exposed as an illiterate?"

"She was not pursuing her own interests, but fighting for her own truth, her own justice.  Because she always had to dissimulate somewhat, and could never be completely candid, it was a pitiful truth and a pitiful justice, but it was hers, and the struggle for it was her struggle."

"And if I was not guilty because one cannot be guilty of betraying a criminal, then I was guilty of having loved a criminal."

Part Two, Chapter Twelve
"With adults, I see absolutely no justification for setting other people's views of what is good for them above their own ideas of what is good for themselves."
"Not even if they themselves are happy about it later?"
He shook his head.  "We're not talking about happiness, we're talking about dignity and freedom.  Even as a little boy, you knew the difference.  It was no comfort to you that your mother was always right.
..."If one knows what is good for another person who in turn is blind to it, then one must try to open his eyes.  One has to leave him the last word, but one must talk to him, to him and not to someone else behind his back."

Part Two, Chapter Sixteen
"I wasn't really concerned with justice.  I couldn't leave Hanna the way she was, or wanted to be. I had to meddle with her, have some kind of influence and effect on her, if not directly then indirectly." - (Even though he didn't actually tell the Judge anything).

Part Two, Chapter Seventeen
"I was sitting in the same place I always sat.  But she looked straight ahead and through everything.  A proud, wounded, lost, and infinitely tired look.  A look that wished to see nothing and no one."

Part Three, Chapter One
"Parental expectations, from which every generation must free itself, were nullified by the fact that these parents had failed to measure up during the Third Reich, or after it ended.  How could those who had committed Nazi crimes or watched them happen or looked away while they were happening or tolerated the criminals among them after 1945 or even accepted them - how could they have anything to say to their children?"

"Love of our parents is the only love for which we are not responsible." - I have never really bought into the "You can't choose who you fall in love with".  I have always felt that love and being faithful is a conscious choice that you have to make every day.  I do believe it is not in our nature to be monogamous, not to say we cannot be, but that it will be a constant struggle and a daily choice that we have to make, we are fully responsible for who we love and for making our own happiness.

Part Three, Chapter Two
"The truth in what one says, lies in what one does,"

Part Three, Chapter Six
"[On illiteracy] ... about how much energy it takes to conceal one's inability to read and write, energy lost to actual living.  Illiteracy is dependence.  By finding the courage to learn to read and write, Hanna had advanced from dependence to independence, a step towards liberation.
"Then I looked at Hanna's handwriting and saw how much energy and struggle the writing had cost her.  I was proud of her.  At the same time, I was sorry for her, sorry for her delayed and failed life, sorry for the delays and failures in life in general.  ... Is there no such thing as "too late"?  Is there only "late", and is "late" always better than "never"?  I don't know."

Part Three, Chapter Twelve
"I think [the story] is true, and thus the question of whether it is saf or happy has no meaning whatever."

Saturday, September 26, 2015

19th Meet Up - September 2015 (Pt. 2)


It was fun to talk through "Hard Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World" with Carole.
I wish we had a bigger turnout to see what you all thought of it, too.
I am glad Courtney wants to start being more actively involved again!
I hope to see a bunch of you at our Halloween themed meet-up in October!

(Don't mind our sass.)