The Japanese Lover by Isabel Allende
I’m a big Isabel Allende fan and was anticipating something special.
The story weaves (Allende always ‘weaves’) the lives of Alma and Irina. Alma is a feisty rich widow who has chosen to live in sheltered accommodation, Irina the poor Moldovan immigrant who works at Lark House.
They strike up a friendship and when Alma’s grandson, Seth, falls for Irina the pair piece together the story of Alma’s life.
The book is fairly pedestrian for the first half – as pedestrian as Allende gets with her detailed sketches of character and intricate biographies; but the second half really picked up for me and by the end I was enthralled.
For me, no other writer draws her characters quite so well, and without judgment; flaws and traits are written about with the same even-handed this-is-just-the-way-it-is approach. Stylistically perfect for me.
Other Allende books have affected me more – Paula, undoubtedly, and House of Spirits – but The Japanese Lover more than earns its place on my shelf.
Opening Heaven’s Door by Patricia Pearson
Patricia Pearson’s own experience of unexplained happenings within her family sparked her interest in researching this fascinating area.
When her sister was suffering from cancer, their father died suddenly in the night, appearing as a feeling of light and joy to his ailing daughter for two hours, before anyone even knew that he had passed. Her sister was not someone given to fanciful notions and the book has example after example of rational, mentally-stable beings who have had similar experiences.
The book covers Near-Death Awareness, Near-Death Experiences, Sensed Presences and Uncanny Experiences at the moment of Death. What struck me were the similarities across cultural and religious boundaries that are difficult to account for.
Pearson also includes a healthy amount of research and the outcomes of scientific studies to back up her own findings.
Pearson comes across as a sane individual looking for answers to spiritual questions without the narrow focus of the tenets of organised religion. It is shocking how many people with similar experiences conceal them from even their closest family and friends and I would like to think this book could spark broader debate amongst and greater acceptance of people who would like to speak up.
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The Creakers by Tom Fletcher
Having loved The Christmasaurus so much, hopes were high for this one but do you remember the disappointment of Speed 2 Cruise Control or the second Jaws movie (I’m still not getting in the water but the fake shark didn’t have quite the same bite)? I know this isn’t a sequel but I was expecting the same joy and happiness we found in Tom’s first book. However…
I was reading to a balanced 10 year old girl and a wildly imaginative 7 year old boy. The first few lines go…
“What silently waits in the shadows at night?” Okay, pretty terrifying. Even I don’t like to think about that one.
“What’s under your bed, keeping just out of sight?” 7 year old has a mid-sleeper bed with plenty of room for things to lurk…
“What’s patiently waiting while you’re counting sheep?” You can almost hear the breathing.
“What never comes out unless you’re fast asleep?” I was ready to stop reading at this point – I could see the concern crinkling the 7 year old’s forehead – but when I suggested it I was shouted down.
So I carried on, doing my ‘mum-editing’ as I read – this involves skipping ahead to read the next sentence/paragraph whilst actually reading the previous one aloud, making a decision whether the next sentence was okay, and so on throughout the whole book. Stressful!
With so much love and positivity in the first book, why the author would choose the subject matter of ‘creatures lurking under the beds who steal all the mums and dads’ is beyond me. “Oh, kids love to be scared,” I can hear people say, but the clue’s in the word; scared, it means fearful, frightened. I had to field nightly questions of, “Is Lucy going to be okay?” “Will her mum be okay?” “What’s happened to her dad?” (Subtext: “Something under my bed is not going to come out at night and take you away, is it?”)
The Creakers didn’t even turn out to be lovable creatures.
Okay for some, but a miss for us, I’m afraid.
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