Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
Publisher/Year: Recorded Books, 2011 (book first published in 2003)
Format: Audiobook
Length: 10 hours, 53 minutes
Narrated by: Lisette Lecat
Source: Library
What it is: Kambali is a privileged, 15-year-old Nigerian girl growing up under the harsh rule of her abusive father, a well-respected man in their community. A brief stay at her aunt’s house shows her just how different life could be, but a military coup soon shatters her peaceful environment.
Why I read it: I had never read anything by Adichie (I know, I know), so I figured I should start at the beginning.
What I thought: I wanted to like this book more than I did. Parts of it were amazing. Adichie was wonderful at creating the tense atmosphere as a result of the domestic violence taking place inside Kambali’s home, and this fear extended to nearly every aspect of Kambali’s life, guiding her actions and shaping the way she interacted with others. At fifteen, she’s soft-spoken and naive about so many things that girls her age — even those less privileged — take for granted. But overall, I felt it dragged too much and was at times a chore to get back to. It probably didn’t help that the narrator was the slowest reader ever.
Blasphemy by Sherman Alexie
Publisher/Year: Grove Press, 2012
Format: Hardcover
Pages: 480
Source: Library
What it is: A collection of old and new short stories, mostly dealing with male Native Americans from Spokane.
Why I read it: I’m an Alexie fan.
What I thought: Of all the Alexie books I’ve read (I think this was the fifth) this is definitely the one with the darkest undertone. About half of the stories had been previously published and I’d read several of them, but much of the newer material had an angrier and sadder edge to it. As with most of his books, his characters often face the some of the more common problems affecting Native American communities — mostly racism, alcoholism, depression and poverty — and the stories only show a tiny snippet of the characters’ lives. There were a few weak stories, but it was interesting to compare his older and newer work side by side.
One of my long term reading goals is to get through all of the Pulitzer Prize winners in fiction, but Pearl S. Buck’s The Good Earth was on my to-read list since long before my
Bernadette has problems. Once a promising artist/architect who was into building “green” before green was a thing, Bernadette is now a wittily sarcastic Seattle mom who loathes the upper class suburban hellhole she’s stuck in. She loves her Microsoft hotshot husband and fifteen-year-old daughter, Bee, but she can’t be bothered to try and fit in with the other moms — the “gnats” — at Bee’s private school. In fact, she can’t be bothered to go out at all: growing increasingly anxious in public over the years, Bernadette has hired a personal assistant based in India to take care of most of her errands.


Like Water for Chocolate
You know how sometimes you come across an artist — photographer, singer, filmmaker, author, whatever — who creates something offensive and abhorrent, who then gets all self-righteous like, “Don’t conflate the artist with the art,” but deep down you feel it that the person is really just an asshole using the I’m An Artiste and You Are a Philistine excuse to be an even bigger asshole? Yeah? Well. After two Rabbit books, a few short stories, a few interviews, and the synopsis of 
The Night Circus

