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Tuesday, July 22, 2014
The Invention of Wings
Hetty "Handful” Grimke, an urban slave in early nineteenth century Charleston, yearns for life beyond the suffocating walls that enclose her within the wealthy Grimke household. The Grimke’s daughter, Sarah, has known from an early age she is meant to do something large in the world, but she is hemmed in by the limits imposed on women.
Kidd’s sweeping novel is set in motion on Sarah’s eleventh birthday, when she is given ownership of ten year old Handful, who is to be her handmaid.We follow their remarkable journeys over the next thirty-five years, as both strive for a life of their own, dramatically shaping each other’s destinies and forming a complex relationship marked by guilt, defiance, estrangement and the uneasy ways of love.
As the stories build to a riveting climax, Handful will endure loss and sorrow, finding courage and a sense of self in the process. Sarah will experience crushed hopes, betrayal, unrequited love, and ostracism before leaving Charleston to find her place alongside her fearless younger sister, Angelina, as one of the early pioneers in the abolition and women’s rights movements.
Inspired by the historical figure of Sarah Grimke, Kidd goes beyond the record to flesh out the rich interior lives of all of her characters, both real and invented, including Handful’s cunning mother, Charlotte, who courts danger in her search for something better.
This exquisitely written novel is a triumph of storytelling that looks with unswerving eyes at a devastating wound in American history, through women whose struggles for liberation, empowerment, and expression will leave no reader unmoved.
Sue Monk Kidd is one that doesn't generally disappoint, and this book is no exception. I read The Secret Life of Bees a few years back and quite enjoyed it... the movie was alright too.
I can honestly say the thing that grabbed my first about this book was the title. I love a good title... and have been disappointed by a great title that ends up being a crap book. But this is a beautiful title that resonates indirectly throughout the entire book. I think there were probably 3 or 4 times I thought to myself while reading "Oh THIS is why the book is titled the way it is", only to come across another reason within the next half dozen chapters. This title is so fitting for this book, but gives nothing away about the story or plot. It's fabulous. Points to Kidd for aptly naming her books!
Both this novel and The Secret Life of Bees deal with interracial relationships, this one is historical, the other more modern, yet while reading this book, it struck me that I didn't know if Kidd was black or white. Not that it really matters, of course, but in this novel the chapters are narrated alternately by Sarah, a white girl, and Handful, a black girl. So I began to wonder which Kidd would relate to more and in theory which narrative would be more "accurate" or which girl she would relate to more. Turns out that she's white. Not that it gave any more or less credit to either of the narratives... just a curiosity solved.
If you have read the description on the back of this book (posted in italics at the beginning of this post), you know that this book is based on the actual life of Sarah Grimke. I didn't actually know this before I started reading it. I knew the premise, but I had no idea that Sarah was a real person until I got to the Author's notes at the end of the book, and even then I only read it to find out the whole "race-of-the-author" thing (still didn't solve that one by the way, I had to go to goodreads and look at her picture). This book made it to my "to read" list on my phone after I read a short blurb about it in Entertainment Weekly... I'd say about 95% of the books that EW writes about I have zero interest in, but this one grabbed me (probably because Kidd was the author), then I borrowed in on my ereader from the library, so I didn't have the back cover (bumping out other books again! When they come available after being on a 200 and some people wait list, you take the opportunity when it comes)... Anywhoo, no fact checking was done during the read of this book because of that. I thought it was entirely fiction, so that aspect has not weighed upon my review of this book.
Another realization I came to while reading this book is that the whole "Slavery in America" topic for me is VERY far removed, basically to the point of being almost entirely hollywoodized. In my sheltered Canadian life, I have never dealt with the rascism toward the Black community. PLUS being in Saskatchewan, there is a very limited population of African American people, mostly limited to Football Players, and they are basically celebrities. So my entire experience with this topic is from books like Underground to Canada (I read it in grade 5) and movies like 12 Years a Slave and Beloved. Frankly, Oprah has taught me more about Slavery in America than anyone else has. And anything else I have learned has taught me that the Canadians were the Good Guys. We were where people escaped to! Something I should also research into perhaps. I suppose the closest racially motivated movement that causes me shame would be the residential schools all over Canada that damaged so many Aboriginal families. I am still pretty far removed from that, the last one closed in 1996 and I probably wasn't even aware of their existence until high school. But due to Saskatchewan's large population of Aboriginal People, and the fact that the last closure of any residential school was in Duck Lake, we will be feeling the pains of this for a while. It's embarrassing to know that generations before us did such horrible things to people. I know it's not any kind of justification, but I feel that the residential school thing wasn't as spiteful as Slavery in the States. If this novel, and any other hollywoodized presentation of Slavery and the Southern States is correct, White Folk didn't consider people who were Black as people. They thought of them as something less. Whereas in Canada, we knew that Aboriginal people were people, but for some reason we didn't think they were refined enough and tried to make them more like us, hence the school-ness of residential schools. That does not justify what happened in any way, shape, or form... but it seems less evil than what has happened in the States. I think at least SOMEONE had good intentions when putting the residential schools into effect, whereas Slavery can never be a good thing. Only selfish people would enslave and torture others.
So this book has gotten me thinking, which is the mark of a good book. It was entertaining and didn't seem unrealistic or overly fluffy. One of the things about writing a story about a friendship like Handful and Sarah's is that sometimes it's more happy, but seem completely unattainable. The friendship between these two girls was not like that of any two white girls, or any two black girls. It was complicated, complex and very reserved. It wasn't a typical friendship, but it was a positive one. And we all know I'm a sucker for a book that has the positive messages.
Monday, July 21, 2014
The Last ECHO
*I am quite proud of this blog post title... sounds like a good book or movie title. If I ever write a book, I will try to title it this*
Today was the last ECHO appointment I will have before baby is born. S/he will have one right after s/he is born, but I will not have to do it again. Hurrah.
Still a lot of the same findings. Can't see some things, saw some things better this time, still uncertain of whether baby will need heart surgery in the first week-2 weeks of life or 3-4 months. All of that will now be determined within the first 24 hours of when baby is born. So now we just wait and see.
Good news is that there still doesn't seem to be any reason that baby needs to get out early, so I am officially waiting for spontaneous labour to begin to determine this baby's birthday. The doctor saw the Thalamus gland today, so it's there, but it's underdeveloped and he couldn't see much blood flow to it. I still think that is better than not having one... so I'll take it as a positive.
Now I really should start, ya know, preparing for this baby's arrival. I seriously haven't done a thing. Hospital bag is not packed, we have not painted/moved any of the kids bedrooms yet... time to get my butt in gear!
Today was the last ECHO appointment I will have before baby is born. S/he will have one right after s/he is born, but I will not have to do it again. Hurrah.
Still a lot of the same findings. Can't see some things, saw some things better this time, still uncertain of whether baby will need heart surgery in the first week-2 weeks of life or 3-4 months. All of that will now be determined within the first 24 hours of when baby is born. So now we just wait and see.
Good news is that there still doesn't seem to be any reason that baby needs to get out early, so I am officially waiting for spontaneous labour to begin to determine this baby's birthday. The doctor saw the Thalamus gland today, so it's there, but it's underdeveloped and he couldn't see much blood flow to it. I still think that is better than not having one... so I'll take it as a positive.
Now I really should start, ya know, preparing for this baby's arrival. I seriously haven't done a thing. Hospital bag is not packed, we have not painted/moved any of the kids bedrooms yet... time to get my butt in gear!
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Term!
TERM!
Well, this is it! I made it to 37
weeks! Who woulda thunk?
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| Instagram'd Bump picture |
Actually, getting to term was the least
of my worries. I didn't have any problem carrying Rosalie to 41
weeks, so why would I have trouble with this one? He/she seems happy
enough being in there.
Rosalie and I are spending some time at
the lake with my mamma while Brayden is at camp. It's great to be at
the lake for a whole week and then know that I get to come back for
another week before baby is born. It's also pretty relaxing just
being my mom and Rosalie and I up here. Not so much hustle n' bustle. Great way to spend a few summer days.
| Feeding the ducks at the Heart Lakes |
Friday, July 11, 2014
Comforting Thoughts...
I haven't posted much about baby lately because there really hasn't been much to report. We had another ECHO and I have had several regular prenatal checkups and nothing has really changed. He looked at a few extra things that tend to be associated with the 22 chromosome deletion, and some of them were there (an either underdeveloped or missing thalamus gland), but many of them were not (more severe and minute heart defects, he says it's the same as when we saw it before). We did find out that for Baby's heart defect we will need to go to Edmonton for the surgery, so that's a little stressful for about a million reasons (monetary issues, will Roland be able to get the time off work, will Rosalie come with us, etc...), but that's just something we will have to deal with when it happens. Too many other things will happen before that. So we're just chugging along here, growing baby as long as s/he wants to before kicking me into labour, which doesn't seem like will happen before any average pregnancy would.
But at my regular 36 week prenatal appointment today my doctor said something that I found really comforting. After taking my vitals, measuring my belly, and listening to baby's heartbeat she said "ya know, if you had never had that second ultrasound we probably never would have known that there was anything wrong with this baby. Your pregnancy is so textbook". I really felt good when she told me that. First because it means that I am doing well growing this baby, and also because, I think, that means that this baby is healthy and happy and doing well. Hopefully that will mean that this baby will flourish once s/he is born and perhaps the stay in the NICU won't need to be long.
Fingers crossed! (as always)
But at my regular 36 week prenatal appointment today my doctor said something that I found really comforting. After taking my vitals, measuring my belly, and listening to baby's heartbeat she said "ya know, if you had never had that second ultrasound we probably never would have known that there was anything wrong with this baby. Your pregnancy is so textbook". I really felt good when she told me that. First because it means that I am doing well growing this baby, and also because, I think, that means that this baby is healthy and happy and doing well. Hopefully that will mean that this baby will flourish once s/he is born and perhaps the stay in the NICU won't need to be long.
Fingers crossed! (as always)
Saturday, July 5, 2014
The Fault In Our Stars
When I heard this book was coming out as a movie, I was became interested in reading it. And I had heard that it was a tearjerker/devistating/whatever. But it's a book about kids with cancer, so what would anyone else expect? I mean, the moment you pick up this book you know what is going to happen, and you know how it's going to end. I figured that I knew what I was getting in to, and thus, would not cry. WRONG! I had to read the last quarter of the book in our bedroom so I could do the "big ugly sob".
One of the things about reading a novel that is aimed at teens as a person that is in my 30s, is that I find I no longer read it from a Teen perspective, especially when the parents are active roles in the novel. I have made it through my teens and never had a concern like cancer hanging over my head, so I end up relating more to the parents of these kids rather than the kids themselves. I could not imagine how devastating it would be to know that your child will die before you, to watch them waste away and be in pain, and watch them suffer without being at all capable of relieving that suffering. Cannot. Even. Imagine. And hope I never have to.
For some reason, in the last few chapters of reading this book, I kept thinking of the song A Thousand Years by Christina Perri. This song was played at the end of the Twilight Series' Breaking Dawn: Part 2, and at the time I thought it was a great song for the end of that series, but now I think it is far more appropriate for this story. Somehow I feel that Gus and Hazel's love seems more infinite than a pair of immortal vampires... I guess that tells you how eternal and real the love felt in this book.
One thing I was worried about mid-way through reading this book was that it would end the same way that Hazel's favourite book did, and I will give this spoiler, that it doesn't. Thank goodness. Although it seemed fitting for the story in her favourite novel, it wouldn't have fit well into this one.
I really did enjoy it, I would recommend it to others. But the one drawback it had that anything I have read about this book (or the movie that was released June 6th this year) is that they say it's not a cancer story... but it totally is. Although I suppose that might depend on what you consider a "cancer story". To me, a story that is propelled by these kids dealing with their cancer makes it a cancer story. People that think a cancer story is a story about overcoming cancer, or bettering themselves once being diagnosed with cancer (starting charities, bringing attention to it Terry Fox style, etc) would not think of this as a cancer story, more of a love story. So I was expecting something a little different when I picked it up, but I definitely wasn't disappointed by it.
So... anyone up for a movie date?
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Our Canada Day
This year we totally low-keyed our Canada Day, which is funny because it is one of my favourite holidays. Not only is it a great day to show pride in our country that is SO great in SO many ways, but it also kinda marks the beginning of "summer vacation" in Saskatchewan. With our climate being the way that it is, and kids just being let out of school a few days prior, it really is a great kickoff to the summer.
Last year, We went to Lathey Pool for a "family fun day" and it was great. The weather was beautiful, we had SO much fun. And then in the afternoon Rosalie and I got all decked out in our Canada Gear for the rest of the day.
This year was totally different. We talked about going to Lathey again, and making it kinda like an annual tradition, but this year our daily schedule is a bit different. Rosalie normally naps at 12:30-1:00ish, and the pools open at 1:00. On a nice beautiful holiday, it is likely to be busy so it is a must to be there before 1:00 to get in line to claim a square of grass to put your towels down on. Last year it worked out because Rosalie was still napping twice a day and so she had a nap at 10:00am, and then after we got back at about 4:00. So we decided against Lathey this year. (This was kinda a relief anyway for me, because I have even outgrown my maternity swimsuit, so thank goodness! No one in public needed to see that!) Instead, we just put up the pool in the backyard and Brayden and Roland had a waterfight.
So that was our Canada Day! And you may even notice that Rosalie was not decked out in Canada gear, and neither was I, but this wasn't really intentional. I noticed that I had forgotten to get Rosalie a Canada top this year this morning. Not that I wasn't looking, just that I hadn't found anything I loved on the spot and didn't think of going out to get one in the few days prior. I also had no Canada gear, because the shirt I wore last year currently doesn't fit me (HA!! Obviously...), and I was planning on wearing my red tank top, but couldn't find it (found it at the bottom of my laundry hamper later in the day). So no Canada themed clothing :(
So this was the lowest of the low key Canada days this year. Don't worry, next year I vow to double the Canada-ness of our day. Promise!
| Canada Day at Lathey Pool 2013 |
Last year, We went to Lathey Pool for a "family fun day" and it was great. The weather was beautiful, we had SO much fun. And then in the afternoon Rosalie and I got all decked out in our Canada Gear for the rest of the day.
| The Eh Team - Canada Day 2013 |
In past years, we had headed up to Waskesiu to take in the festivities there, but it has become more and more busy and I am having less and less patience for it. Non-locals just come up because it's free to get into the park and then do stupid things... like drive through the parade, or just drive stupid down the main street, or litter... or whatever. Ain't Nobody Got Time For That! So I am now boycotting the lake on Canada Day, which is too bad, because it can be a really good time. But there are lots of other weeks that I can go where it will be slower and more relaxing, which is really what the lake should be about anyway.
This year was totally different. We talked about going to Lathey again, and making it kinda like an annual tradition, but this year our daily schedule is a bit different. Rosalie normally naps at 12:30-1:00ish, and the pools open at 1:00. On a nice beautiful holiday, it is likely to be busy so it is a must to be there before 1:00 to get in line to claim a square of grass to put your towels down on. Last year it worked out because Rosalie was still napping twice a day and so she had a nap at 10:00am, and then after we got back at about 4:00. So we decided against Lathey this year. (This was kinda a relief anyway for me, because I have even outgrown my maternity swimsuit, so thank goodness! No one in public needed to see that!) Instead, we just put up the pool in the backyard and Brayden and Roland had a waterfight.
| First Big Girl movie outing! Canada Day 2014 |
So this was the lowest of the low key Canada days this year. Don't worry, next year I vow to double the Canada-ness of our day. Promise!
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