Favorite book of all time. If you like character driven novels, read this. It you like dark humor read this. If you like Cormac McCarthy, read this.
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From NW Indiana and Arizona. I read whatever strikes my fancy but mostly literary fiction, classics and biographies. I want to spend less time online and more time reading this year.
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Sandra finished reading Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell

Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Mitchell's monumental epic of the South won a Pulitzer Prize, gave rise to the most popular motion picture of …
Sandra reviewed Suttree by Cormac McCarthy
Sandra finished reading Suttree by Cormac McCarthy
Sandra started reading Betty: A novel by Tiffany McDaniel
Sandra reviewed When She Woke by Hillary Jordan
Sandra set a goal to read 40 books in 2023
Sandra reviewed The Magician by Colm Tóibín
Review of 'The Magician' on 'Goodreads'
3 stars
I finished this a while back. It started good but it dragged on in the middle. I didn't know it was a true story until I was halfway into it. Still, kinda meh. I hope in 2023 I have a better reading experience because this year kinda sucked.
Sandra reviewed Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir
Sandra reviewed Sugar Land by Tammy Lynne Stoner
Sugar Land is a southern fried novel about love, Lead Belly, and liberation. According to …
Review of 'Sugar Land' on 'Goodreads'
2 stars
2 1/2 stars
Eh, this was just ok. It got a little bit silly and farfetched at times which pushed me out of the story. It's ok reading but not anything I would recommend.
Sandra reviewed Where The Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens
Review of 'Where The Crawdads Sing' on 'Goodreads'
4 stars
I liked this book. The whole time I was reading it I thought "yeah, it's good... it's not great though". So probably 3 stars. The amount of suspension of disbelief asked of the reader was ALMOST more than I was willing to bear. I mean, come on, truthfully, it was VERY unbelievable that a little girl would be able to live alone in the marshland. It was unbelievable that the town folk, the CHURCHES, the STATE would turn a blind eye to this little girl's well being for year after year. I mean, at least they could have dropped off some food, some supplies, whatever. Then when she learned how to read, draw, paint, author books, boat motor never broke down, house never needed dire repairs etc... was almost laughable to the point of ruining the whole thing.
But
I love nature. When I first went to college I was …
I liked this book. The whole time I was reading it I thought "yeah, it's good... it's not great though". So probably 3 stars. The amount of suspension of disbelief asked of the reader was ALMOST more than I was willing to bear. I mean, come on, truthfully, it was VERY unbelievable that a little girl would be able to live alone in the marshland. It was unbelievable that the town folk, the CHURCHES, the STATE would turn a blind eye to this little girl's well being for year after year. I mean, at least they could have dropped off some food, some supplies, whatever. Then when she learned how to read, draw, paint, author books, boat motor never broke down, house never needed dire repairs etc... was almost laughable to the point of ruining the whole thing.
But
I love nature. When I first went to college I was a biology major because I wanted to work for the national park system as a park naturalist. I love birds and wildlife, the flora and fauna of different regions, ecology, taxonomy all that. I can fully believe, since she had nothing else in here life to draw away her attention, the girl Kya fixating on the natural world and studying it closely. I mean her life depended upon it. So I DID like that part of the book a lot and hence my wanting to rate it 3 stars instead of the 2 that all that suspension of disbelief warranted.
But then again, I really liked the ending. I love the thought of making a life apart from the mainstream, quiet contemplation surrounded by nature. and then the very ending, the poem that explains it all, took me by surprise and was just perfect really so I bumped my rating up to 4 stars.
Now some people who are local to that area in North Carolina have issues with the dialect, the nearby cities and towns, etc. and that IS a legitimate gripe to have. Nothing pulls me out of a story quicker than these kinds of flaws of a thing or place that I am well familiar with. Like, author, do your damn homework! But being that I've never been to North Carolina, I was able to just go with the story without being slammed with the inconsistancies or falsehoods of setting.
So, yeah, I enjoyed it because it appealed to my particular personality and obviously my ignorance too. I can see how people could have trouble with this, but for me it worked.
Sandra reviewed Sun Collective by Charles Baxter
Sandra reviewed The Essex Serpent by Sarah Perry
Review of 'The Essex Serpent' on 'Goodreads'
4 stars
The Essex Serpent is a good book; I enjoyed it. It reminded me of a classic English novel like any of the Bronte sisters’ novels for example or Jane Austen. You have some of the common things going on that you run into in these kinds of books written/set in the (late) 19th century- someone with consumption wasting away, a pastor and family living out in the country, the “enlightened people” from London visiting the country folk, the superstitious villagers, a “forbidden” love interest. Often they have a mystery that kind of drives the story forwards. Or some kind of protagonist/antagonist conflict, something. In the Essex Serpent there are good, believable characters, even if we don’t get to examine them in too much detail (not enough backstory or character development really). You have people visiting other people, even complete strangers coming to dinner just because a common friend introduced you …
The Essex Serpent is a good book; I enjoyed it. It reminded me of a classic English novel like any of the Bronte sisters’ novels for example or Jane Austen. You have some of the common things going on that you run into in these kinds of books written/set in the (late) 19th century- someone with consumption wasting away, a pastor and family living out in the country, the “enlightened people” from London visiting the country folk, the superstitious villagers, a “forbidden” love interest. Often they have a mystery that kind of drives the story forwards. Or some kind of protagonist/antagonist conflict, something. In the Essex Serpent there are good, believable characters, even if we don’t get to examine them in too much detail (not enough backstory or character development really). You have people visiting other people, even complete strangers coming to dinner just because a common friend introduced you via correspondence. Which, to me, seems bizarre doesn’t it? People were much friendlier back in the day, that’s for sure. Nowadays we don’t even bother to answer a text message from family half the time or just give a yes or no or thumbs up. Anyway, it’s a good classic type of British novel and if that’s your thing you might dig this. If not, I’d skip it as it’s not exactly the most exciting thing you’ll ever read. Still, like I said, it’s well written and I liked it even if I can’t quite articulate why. ha
Sandra reviewed All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
Review of 'All Quiet on the Western Front' on 'Goodreads'
5 stars
4 1/2 stars
Yeah, I liked this. I can see why this is a classic and why it has withstood the test of time. I'm sure it was controversial back in the day because it was kind of gritty and risque'. I'm not one for war stories so the fact that I read this and was engaged until the end is a testament to the authors ability to tell it "like it is" without sugar-coating or sentimentality which would render it corny. And we all know I have an adversion to corny.
So yeah, force yourself out of your comfort zone occasionally and read something you aren't exactly drawn towards. There is a lot of classic literature out there and it's almost always worthy of your reading time. Go for it.
Sandra reviewed The Storyteller by Dave Grohl
Review of 'The Storyteller' on 'Goodreads'
3 stars
Oh rock (auto)biographies, I thought I broke it off with you. “I want to read more intellectually challenging material” I said to myself. ”I need to grow and change as a reader, as a person”. “All these rock (auto)biographies are the same, I’m done.” I asserted. But, rock (auto)biography, it seems I just can’t quit you. I saw this at the library and, I know, I know, I should have just walked on by. But no, I picked it up and read the inside flap and Dave Grohl said something like “I measure my life in musical increments” and I thought “So do I! I do that too!” so against my better judgment, not being a particular fan of Dave Grohl’s music, I took this book home with me.
The book is not bad. It’s just not the book I wanted to read. I thought Dave Grohl was going to …
Oh rock (auto)biographies, I thought I broke it off with you. “I want to read more intellectually challenging material” I said to myself. ”I need to grow and change as a reader, as a person”. “All these rock (auto)biographies are the same, I’m done.” I asserted. But, rock (auto)biography, it seems I just can’t quit you. I saw this at the library and, I know, I know, I should have just walked on by. But no, I picked it up and read the inside flap and Dave Grohl said something like “I measure my life in musical increments” and I thought “So do I! I do that too!” so against my better judgment, not being a particular fan of Dave Grohl’s music, I took this book home with me.
The book is not bad. It’s just not the book I wanted to read. I thought Dave Grohl was going to tell us about the soundtrack to his life. And perhaps he did, but not in the way I wanted him to. I thought he would tell us about what song was popular the first time he kissed a girl. Or what song was playing the first time he got stoned off his ass on pot. I mean I’ll never forget that stuff. Playing spin the bottle in Patty H’s garage the summer I was 11 with Patty and Debbie and Donna and Christy and Joey and Timmy and Danny and Mike Z. Soundtrack, Live and Let Die by Paul McCartney and Wings or maybe Getting Stronger Every Day by Chicago. Or the time the older Johnny Tomzak invited Mary B and me to drive around in a raging snowstorm and smoke some “panama red”. I’ll never forget, we smoked it in a pipe. A pipe! Wasn’t that what old grandpa men smoked? What the hell? I don’t know how to smoke a pipe! But smoke it we did and I got so wasted I melted into the backseat. I’ll never forget, we were listening to Led Zeppelin’s first album and the windshield wipers were perfectly keeping time with the songs as the car fishtailed left and then right in the snow. Looking out the backseat passenger window at all the snow piled up and people scurrying around like ants diligently shoveling in front of their houses, moving piles of snow from here to there and stacking kitchen chairs and saw-horses in the street to save the parking space as is done in a Chicagoland winter and me, looking out at this scene thinking “Why does everything seem so weird? Is this how it always is?” Everything looked fake like it was in a cartoon or on a movie screen or the wrong size somehow. Then Dazed and Confused started and that diabolical descending riff sent me spiraling straight down below, where, I was just assured, the soul of a woman was created, into an obsession with Led Zeppelin and Jimmy Page that I never quite shook even to this day.
Or listening to Neil Young’s Heart of Gold album, driving around with my then boyfriend, future first husband stoned on too many valium and pot and him crashing his car, a harbinger, unfortunately ignored, of many future events in the next few years. Or the first summer with my now husband listening to records blasting out of a guitar amp. Songs like Robert Palmer’s “Sneaking thru the Alley with Sally” can take me right back to that time, how wonderous to be young and in love again after my disasterous first marriage. Or hearing, yes, “Smells like Teen Spirit” on Mtv when my new baby was about 1 years old and thinking “What is THAT?!” It immediately got my attention, that “Hello, hello how low?” and going out soon after to buy the record. Alternative music became the soundtrack to my youngest son’s formative years through the ‘90s and aughts. All the grunge bands out of Seattle and Allanis Morrisette and Smashing Pumpkins and on and on. My young son dancing in the living room, when he thought no one was watching, shaking his ass to “I Want to Fuck You Like an Animal” by NIN and me laughing my ass off. Or when he was in his early teens and getting into being in a band, they fashioned themselves after The Misfits and “Last Caress” was their anthem. Today, listening to Stoned Temple Pilot’s “Interstate Love Song” makes me think of summertime and just gives me a feeling of sunshine and comfort and everything being right in the world and I wasn’t even a particular fan of the band. Or Sublime’s “Summertime and the living’s easy.” You’re damn right. My son bought that record when he was 8 years old.
The time in my mid 40s, mid 40s! listening to the fever dream of Frances the Mute by The Mars Volta while in a real fever dream, being sick with the flu, and losing my mind for many years, falling down a rabbithole of The Mars Volta forums and record leaks and concerts. I mean, I was an old lady or at least older middle aged by then to go so absolutely gaga over a band. Standing in a line that snaked around to the alley at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago waiting for the doors to open. Listening to The Mars Volta soundcheck “Day of the Baphomets” when the sky grew scary black and the ominous wail of tornado sirens started going off all around the city like the end of the world. Standing there with nowhere to go, we had taken the train into the city and a taxi to the venue, when a great gust of wind unleashed a sideways sheet of rain upon the crowd and I’ll never forget the screams of the girls as that deluge of rain soaked us to the bone. When they finally opened the doors, me, somehow losing my ticket, emptying my purse in the vestibule in a panic, soaking wet, hair dripping, searching, searching. Buying my son and his friend concert t-shirts so they had something dry to wear once we finally made it into the venue. That was the best concert EVER, epic even, and worth the soaking we all endured that day. They opened with Interstellar Overdrive by Pink Floyd and played a song never heard before “Rapidfire Tollbooth” off their upcoming new album, omg.
That is the soundtrack to (some of) my life, I can go on and on. That’s what I wanted Dave Grohl to write about; vignettes from his life and the accompanying musical soundtrack. And like I said, maybe he did in his own disjointed way, showcasing his own music, naturally. I don’t know, but it wasn’t the book I wanted to read. It was far too sanitized for my tastes; sort of how I think about The Foo Fighters music. Way too poppy and bubblegummy sweet. I need the bitterness of disonance and feedback freakouts and off the wall lyrics about worms crawling out your mouth and out your eyelids to thrill this jaded and stone encased heart.
Anyway, yeah, 3 stars. If you’re a fan, you’ll like it. Dave Grohl seems like a good guy, a real sweetheart. Maybe this will be my last rock biography. Then again, maybe not.