Sometimes when I’m reading a book to one of my girls, a line will pop out at me that sort of blows my mind. It’s so honest and so to the point and something adults so desperately need to hear and to remember—and yet it’s tucked away quietly in the pages of a kid’s book, where no one is likely to go out in search of it.
But children’s books are often little treasure troves of truth. Everything is broken down so simply, which is something adults generally have a hard time doing. We think and rethink and then overthink some more. But sometimes—most of the time?—it’s much easier than that.
I collected five of my favorite quotes from children’s literature that can serve as reminders to grown-ups and kids alike. If you like them, you can sign up to have them sent directly to your inbox where you can print them out to hang around the house. Otherwise, pin them for later when you can use a pick me up.
I’m a big fan of last month’s book club pick, A Hundred Summers by Beatriz Williams. It was a nice change of pace from the heavier, more psychological books we’ve been reading, but it wasn’t all lightness and fluff.
At its core, A Hundred Summers is a love story. But it’s also one about friendship and betrayal and secrets and lies. Jumping back and forth between 1931 and 1938, we watch Lily Dane fall in love while we simultaneously watch her deal with heartbreak.
A couple of twists and turns leave readers wondering what exactly happened and what is actually happening. Some of our book club girls saw what was coming. I, for one, was totally duped.
Here are some of the questions we’ll be discussing in our Facebook group (spoilers ahead!):
I won’t lie to you. I did not love Lisa Scottoline’s Every Fifteen Minutes. There were definitely points when I was completely engrossed and totally sucked in, trying to figure out what was going on. But more often than not, I was left feeling a little meh.
Just looking at the cover right now, I find myself annoyed. It doesn’t reflect the real meat of the story at all. Maybe that’s because, by the end, the meat of the story got kind of muddled by plot twists that were as unnecessary as they were unbelievable—mostly because there were just so many of them.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m grumpy. I just found myself really wanting to like this book and cheering it on to take that next step into really good territory. But it never got there for me. Also, I hated the ending.
Feel free to passionately disagree with me. I totally welcome it. In the mean time, here are some of the discussion questions we’ll be tackling in our Paperback Posse Facebook group this week:
- Were you able to guess who the sociopath was in the story before it was revealed to us? Which characters (if any) did you suspect? Why?
- What did you think about Eric’s obsession with finding out who killed Renee? Did you think it was smart of him? Did you always side with him and his points of view?
- The Tarasoff case highlights the unique position that psychiatrists are in, as they have a responsibility to protect not only their patients, but also other people from potential harm done by their patients. Eric considers whether he has a Tarasoff issue with Max, but is reluctant to act too quickly because of the repercussions. Did you agree or disagree with Eric’s decision, why or why not?
- In evaluating his deteriorating marriage, Eric decides that his wife “had fallen in love with a cardboard cutout of a man, a resume rather than a human being.” Do you understand what Eric means by this? Do you think this is a fair assessment of what happened in their marriage? Does this statement seem as if Eric is blaming his wife? Have you ever seen something similar happen?
- Other than Renée, who do you think was a true victim in this story? What responsibility did each main character have in what happened?
If you want to get in on the voting for October’s virtual book club pick, head over to our Facebook group where voting is open until Wednesday night!
We have been very into psychological thrillers in our little book club lately, and that is certainly true for August’s book, The Good Girl.
And man did this one suck you in and then spit you right out.
I had a feeling something good was coming when you guys started posting in our FB group when you got to the end and the general consensus was very much like this comment: “I just finished – holy shit whoa!!”
Let’s just say, no one seems to have seen the ending coming and everyone seems to have been very satisfied with it.
But let’s stop talking around all of the twists and turns and jump right into them…
Please note: there are MAJOR spoilers ahead that will ruin the book for you if you haven’t finished it yet. Proceed with caution. 😉
By now you’ve probably heard of the book The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up, right? It’s basically a guide to decluttering written by Japanese cleaning consultant Marie Kondo. I was seeing it again and again in my Instagram feed and heard it mentioned in a few of my favorite podcasts. The more I heard, the more it sounded like people loved it and truly found it life-changing or they just didn’t get it and couldn’t get through.
I became obsessed with knowing which camp I fell into.
At first, I had a sort of love-hate relationship with the book. The kind where sometimes you’re all nods and warm fuzzy “hell yeahs!” and the next you’re envisioning yourself throwing your Nook directly at your window because watching the glass shatter would bring you so much more joy than reading one more sentence (Kondo’s whole method of decluttering centers around holding something in your hands and deciding whether or not it brings you joy).
But then it started to sink in a little. To sort of melt into the folds of my brain and really make me think. This book isn’t just about cleaning. It’s about life. It’s about consciously choosing joy every single time you make a decision. That’s where the whole “life-changing magic” comes in.