Sisters and friends

Sisterhood. It's really a strange relationship, filled with tears, laughter and the odd screaming match. If you're like me, your sister fills some of your most intense memories, good, bad and silly. When I lost my sister to a sudden illness two years ago, I realized that she was my best friend. It's sad that I didn't know it until she was gone. We were very different and we drove each other crazy, but she was my sister, my buddy, my co-conspirator, my scapegoat, my confider and my friend. I miss her every day.

Recently I read Love, Aubrey by Suzanne LaFleur. It is a powerful juvenile novel about a young girl who is transformed by loss. Her younger sister dies in the story, and I found myself sobbing as I identified with her anger, grief and confusion. The novel was cathartic for me, for it seems that the loss of a sibling is seldom discussed. It is such an unusual relationship; our siblings are our past, present and future. Losing one is truly like losing a part of yourself. Aubrey's story resonated with me as she coped with her loss, grieved and ultimately moved forward. The most moving parts of the story reduced me to a little girl, missing her big sister.

Not your typical dracula novel

I was looking for a new book to read at my local bookstore. I don't like to go to the bookstore with nothing in particular in mind because I usually end up buying something that fails to deliver. The book ends up sitting on my shelf collecting dust after that initial read and I experience buyer's remorse. Because I was desperate for a new book, I took the chance- and I'm so happy I did! I stumbled upon Elizabeth Kostova's The Historian and it is a winner.

The Historian is written in the style of a Victorian gothic novel, yet is is immensely readable. Kostova delivers layer upon layer of suspense at just the right pace, which kept me glued to the pages. A young girl follows her father across Europe, learning as she does so about her parents's mysterious contacts with the bloodthirsty noble believed to be long dead- no other than Vlad the Impaler. Immersing herself in her father's fascinating story, she finds herself increasingly in danger from the unbelievable evil her father has discovered.
 Like Morton's The Forgotten Garden, the story is told from the perspective of several characters over a long period of time. Their stories weave together, sometimes abstractly, piecing together cohesively at the end. Yet it couldn't be more different from Morton's novel-in short, The Historian is a vampire novel. Before you lose interest, you should know that this is no twilight or Sookie Stackhouse novel. Instead it is literary, heavily researched and so enjoyable to read. Mingled with the supernatural and suspenseful elements are historical details about the Ottoman Empire and Eastern Europe. This novel might even teach you an historical fact or two. If vampire novels aren't your thing- keep an open mind. This is surprisingly light on gore and oh so good! This book has put me in the mood to read Bram Stoker's Dracula and  Kostova's newest novel, The Swan Thieves. Happy Reading!

What's your number?

I have always been a giant bookworm. It runs in my family, at least among the females- my Grandmother, my Mum and my late sister are (were) all voracious readers. Whenever someone actually watches me read they get a little awed and slightly creeped out, or they accuse me of pretending to read because the women in my family are also very fast readers. We didn't take any speed reading courses or consciously try to read quickly. It's just how we read. I'm not sure if we're quick because we read so much, or maybe we read so much because we're quick. I knew I read faster than the average Joe, but nonetheless I was shocked and a little horrified to learn that the average person only reads about ten books per year...that's right...ten! That's less than one book a month!

This prompted me to start keeping a book journal, to determine how many books I read in a year. I created a spreadsheet on good old google docs to keep track. I'm not very good at updating it, and I'm sure I miss some, but I thought it would be interesting to at least get a pretty good estimate. I started the book journal on December 19th, 2009. Since then, I have read about 154 books of assorted genres, sizes and styles. Rounding today's date up about a week, that would be about six months, which means I read about 26 books a month, and about 6 books a week. We'll see how the journal continues, and in the meantime, I'm happy to be pulling up the average (though we can do better than 10 a year....seriously!).

So....what's your number?