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And I really don’t have much to say about it. But that’s not to say I thought it was boring.
I chose Jane Eyre as my selection for Ann and Michael’s Beowulf on the Beach summer reading challenge because I’d been wanting to read it for quite a while and could never quite get motivated for it. I’m glad I read it. I appreciated the writing, and I get why it’s a classic.
But man, is it ever plot-driven. I had no idea there would be so little character development and so many extensive descriptions. The action is almost “blink and you miss it,” as Jane spends a hundred pages talking about day-to-day life and then makes a major revelation in just a few sentences. And she does that several times.
It also doesn’t help that going into this, my first reading of Jane Eyre, I already knew two important plot points: the big secret and how it ends. Now, I did enjoy seeing how the story unfolded, and I tried to be objective and think about whether a moment would have had tension if I hadn’t known what was going to happen, and the answer was usually yes. Brontë takes forever to build up to things, even after she’s given us plenty clues, and the revelations—quick as they are—are thoroughly satisfying.
If not for the antiquated language and all of the 19th century obsessing about propriety and social strata, I might have forgotten how old this book is, and that’s a good thing. Brontë’s writing is significantly less affected than that of many of her peers (Mr. Dickens, I love you, but I’m looking at you right now), and it allowed me to get pulled into the story rather than tangled up in phrasing. Jack Murnighan also points this out in Beowulf on the Beach by saying “it takes a masterful hand to write prose that feels so uncrafted,” and I couldn’t agree more.
Reading the chapter on Jane Eyre in Beowulf on the Beach definitely made me appreciate how difficult Brontë’s life was and, because of that, how amazing it is that we have this book at all.
Many young people screen themselves from their agonizing lives by reading books; the Bronte sisters did so by writing them.
I’m all for overcoming odds and making lemonade out of lemons and all that good turn-your-frown-upside-down stuff, so I’ll give Ms. Brontë her due props. But I still can’t say I loved her book.
I know Jane Eyre is a favorite for many of you, and I’d love to know more about why—maybe I missed something, or maybe knowing the big secrets ruined it, or, well, maybe 160-year-old gothic romances just aren’t my speed.
Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
Grab your current read
Open to a random page
Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS!(make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!
This week, I’m reading Perfume by Patrick Suskind. If you follow me on Twitter, you know that I’m completely enamored with this unusual story—that I can’t stop talking about— about a man who has no scent of his own but an incredible sense of smell. Jean-Baptiste Grenouille devotes his entire existence to cataloging all of the scents in his world in pursuit of creating or capturing the one that will give him unending pleasure. And he’s willing to do just about anything to get it.
Here are a few lines from page 42:
This one scent was the higher principle, the pattern by which the others must be ordered. It was pure beauty.
Grenouille knew for certain that unless he possessed this scent, his life would have no meaning. He had to understand its smallest detail, to follow it to is last delicate tendril; the mere memory, however complex, was not enough.
I finished this book almost two weeks ago, and it has taken me that long to wrap my head around writing this review. Purge:Rehab Diaries is Nicole John’s multi-format memoir of living with and seeking treatment for an eating disorder. It is a story not wholly unfamiliar to those of us who grew up with Prozac Nation, Girl, Interrupted, and Wasted, we members of the Reviving Ophelia generation, but it is told with honesty, raw vulnerability, and a not-at-all-glamorous level of ugly truth that makes it stand out from the rest.
In Purge, Johns presents not just her reflections on her struggle with Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified (EDNOS), characterized by binging, purging, overexercising, and restricting, but treatment notes from her doctors and therapists, documents from her rehab program, and diary entries she wrote when she was in the thick of it. She presents her story with painfully vivid descriptions because she feels that “the readers deserve to know the truth” and because she hopes to dispel myths about eating disorders that she feels have been perpetuated by other authors.She wants us to know that an eating disorder presents a lifelong battle, one that may not always seem worth fighting.
Eating disorders are a subtle suicide, and I am choosing to live.
I don’t want to say too much about the contents of this book because I feel like it is one of those things you really have to experience on your own. You have to read Johns’s words, allow her to draw you into her world and her distorted, anxious thoughts, and get into her head. You have to feel the hunger and the worry and the constant pain, fear, and disappointment. But don’t worry—she’s not going to make you conjure it up yourself. She puts you right into her shoes.
One impenetrable Midwestern night, you are desperate because you are trapped in your life. There is no way out, so you binge on and purge an entire tube of Pillsbury rolls (half-cooked—you are too impatient to wait for them to bake), an entire box of chocolate Malt-O-Meal, a pint of Godiva ice cream, and a mug of chai tea. Though you know that constant purging and starving leads to dehydration, you don’t rehydrate when you’re done.
In bed, you can’t sleep. Your heart is skitterting erratically. You wonder if you’re dying. Maybe you won’t wake up in the morning. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
If that is what one night with an eating disorder feels like—at least with Johns’s powers of description—I can hardly imagine how day-to-day life felt. It’s no wonder Johns felt “at war with [her] body” and “always hungry.” When she enters treatment, she contemplates the difficulty of making someone who has never had an eating disorder understand what the experience is like. A therapist asks her how she is feeling that day, and she responds that she feels “fat.” Though the therapist contends that “fat” is not an emotion, Johns makes a pretty strong case.
How do you explain to someone—who has never had an eating disorder—that fat is a feeling?
…’Fat’ is code for feeling scared, angry, ashamed, hurt, and sad all in on. It is code for I don’t want to talk about it; just leave me alone.
Knowing that her experience is not representative of all eating disorder sufferers, Johns also presents stories about her fellow patients and her interactions with them. She describes participating in a variety of therapeutic activities and working to assess and challenge her faulty thinking about her body image. She tells us that her parents will not allow her to tell anyone where she is—they’ve made up a cover story and are lying to her extended family—because they are ashamed and disappointed, and she reflects on the ways in which their lack of support compounds her struggle.
Purge is not an easy book to read, but once you get into it, it’s impossible to put down. I tore through it in just a few sittings, and I got the general idea, but I found myself going back to re-read sections and see exactly how Johns phrased things for several days following my initial reading. This book is almost deceptively simple in that respect—there is a lot more to it than there first appears to be, and that depth combined with Johns’s willingness to really lay it all out there make Purge a great and important read for anyone interested in women’s issues and eating disorders. 4 out of 5.
I don’t read many YA or teen novels because they’re generally not my thing, but I’d love to know more about them so I can be a more well-rounded reader and so I can recommend great books and blogs to the educators I work with.
If you write a YA or Teen Lit blog, or if you know of a few great ones you’d like to share, please leave a link and/or a brief description in the comments here.
I’ll cull the responses for a post in the next week or so, and I’ll be passing a list of the recommended sites along to a client who is teaching for middle and high school reading teachers.
This Sunday morning finds me a bit surprised that it’s Sunday. My days were all off this week—I spent all day Thursday convinced that it was Friday and was then horribly disappointed when I realized I had another day of work standing between me and the weekend—and I had a pretty lazy day yesterday, which made me feel like it was Sunday, so I’m just all kinds of disoriented. Don’t you hate that?
It’s going to be another hot day here, so I’m hunkered down on the couch with hubby armed with season two of The X Files on DVD, my latest read—Perfume by Patrick Suskind—a pitcher of fresh lemonade, and a snoozing basset hound on the floor nearby. The first load of laundry is already going, we’ve taken a lazy “every man for himself” approach to meals today, and I’m doing my best to forget that we leave for a weeklong vacation on Friday, so I can pretend there’s really nothing else to do.
There wasn’t much on TV this morning, so hubby and I just watched a special on the Smithsonian Channel about the star-nose mole. I think it’s going to be a weird day. I mean, how could a day that begins with this creature not be at least a little bizarre?
I finally finished my first reading of Jane Eyre last night (woohoo!) and will be reviewing it, Purge by Nicole Johns, and This Will Kill You by H.P. Newquist and Rich Maloof this week. I’ll also be celebrating my first blogiversary on Wednesday, though I’m not sure I’ll have time for a formal celebration in the midst of my vacation preparations. It’s hard to believe I’ve been doing this for a whole year already!
Right now, I think it’s time to rustle up some breakfast, make a second cup of coffee, and decide whether it’s too early for a nap. What are you up to today?