Showing posts with label audio book. Show all posts
Showing posts with label audio book. Show all posts

Saturday, July 18, 2015

Room


If you ever intend to read this book, skip this entry because it will contain spoilers.

I have seen things about this book since its publication in 2010. when it was Amazon's Best of the Month for September of that year.  

I knew vaguely what it was about but none of the particulars about why this woman and her son were living all alone in a room.  I didn't know if it was regular fiction of science fiction.

I finally got it as an audio book and it has been sitting in my iPod for a couple of years now and the other day I decided to start listening to it. The more I got into it, the more gripping it became.  I got no sleep last night because I was up until 4 a.m. trying to get to the end.

As I said in my book review, "If I had not read this as an audio book, I'm not sure I would have finished it, but voice of Michal Friedman (who, sadly, died in 2011 during a cesarean to deliver her twins) was so perfect as 5 year old Jack that I had to stick with it to see how it turns out."

The story starts on Jack's 5th birthday and how amazed he is that when he went to bed he was 4 and when he woke up he was 5.  Through Jack's commentary on his life with Ma you come to realize that the two of them have been locked -- forever, for Jack -- in an 11' x 11' windowless room and the only other person who ever enters is "Old Nick," who comes at night after Jack has gone to sleep to bring them supplies and Sunday treats.

Jack doesn't know it but Nick kidnapped Ma when she was a 19 year old student and has held her captive in a back yard bunker all these years.  Jack is her second child, the first having died at birth (we learn this late in the book, not from Jack). Ma does all she can to make Jack's life as normal as it can be, and makes certain that he is always asleep inside the wardrobe before Nick comes in to rape her at night. (And we never hear this from Ma's voice, but only Jack's feeling, hearing the squeak of the bed before Old Nick finally leaves)

I thought often about how kids accept their lives as they are because they don't know any different.  I was 10 years old, for example, before I was diagnosed with amblyopia (lazy eye blindness).  I just assumed that everyone had one good eye and one bad eye, so it never occurred to me to tell my mother that I couldn't really see very well out of my right eye. I wonder about my Compassion kids living in abject poverty ... do they just assume this is the normal way people live because everyone around them lives the same way?

Eventually Ma can't stand it any more and concocts a plot to escape.  It will require Jack to be brave because the plan won't work without his cooperation.  She is to make Nick think that Jack died and that he has to take him somewhere and bury him (not in the back yard, where he buried the first baby).  Jack is wrapped tightly in a rug and they practice over and over how he is to be still while Nick throws him in the back of a truck and how he is to escape when the truck comes to a stop and what he needs to do then.

This is where the book starts to lose its credibility.  Jack, who has memorized every book he owns, including Alice in Wonderland, can't seem to remember the 9 steps he is supposed to take to get away from Nick.  But it does work, even though he can't speak to the first person he sees because he has never spoken to anyone but Ma before.

The arrest of Nick, discovery of the bunker, and release of Ma happen very quickly and the second part of the book concerns their integration back into society.  

Jack has never seen grass or trees or birds or insects, he has never seen another child, he doesn't know the simplest things such as how to walk down stairs.  He thinks Dora the Explorer (his "best friend" from TV) is as real as the children he sees around him. Everything is new to him, and the reaction of those around him, from the therapists to his relatives is totally unbelievable. 

The therapists treat him as if he understands all the complicated lingo they toss at him, and his grandmother is frustrated with him because he won't "go out and play" or "make friends with another child."  She can't seem to understand these are foreign concepts to him.  His uncle is angry with him for "stealing" his favorite book from a book store.  Jack saw his favorite book on display, figured it had come from "room" and packed it in his backpack to take home--not realizing that there was more than one copy of that book and it needed to be paid for.  Uncle Paul gets furious with him.

Grandma seems more upset at what her friends are going to think about Ma still nursing 5 year old Jack than about how to comfort her daughter after 7 years of incarceration.  Her father won't even look at the boy because of the way he was conceived.

There is a video interview in here somewhere which makes Fox news look good.  Even FOX wouldn't ask the terribly stupid and insensitive questions this interviewer did!

As for Ma's actions, I won't totally reveal what happens, but the Ma of Part 1, who lives to protect Jack would never have done what she does in Part 2.


I might have stopped reading this when it began to get into the realm of unbelievability, but I'm glad that the narrator was so good because it kept me going (until 4 a.m. this morning).  I was wondering how they could end this plot which seemed to be going on without purpose for so long.  But author Donoghue found the perfect way to end it, so I'm glad I stuck with it.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Thank You, David Baldacci

It's 2 a.m.  I must be getting old.  I was exhausted and couldn't keep my eyes open at 9 p.m. last night, so decided to give up on Dancing with the Stars and to go to sleep and write this when I woke up.  I figured I would probably wake up around midnight, which I did, but decided to sleep a bit more and then write it.  So it's now 2 a.m. and here I am, bright eyed and bushy tailed and ready to think back about our drive home yesterday, not that there is really anything interesting to report.

We were awake when Alice Nan left for work around 7 and said our goodbyes.  Joe left shortly after that.  We packed up all of our stuff (except, I learned after I got home, my sweater, which I will pick up at Christmas time) and we were on the road by about 9 a.m.

We were eager to get back to our audio book, "Hell's Corner," by David Baldacci.  When we last left the Camel Club, Reuben and Anabelle were in a gun battle and Reuben had just ordered Anabelle to to run in one direction to call for help while he went charging up a hill, facing an unknown number of men with automatic weapons, against his one pistol.  Anabelle was weeping at what she thought was the certain death of her friend.

If you need a book to keep you awake on a long voyage, Baldacci is a good author to choose (Michael Connelly is another), though not all of his books are terrific.  On our last trip we listened to something called "True Blue," which was so implausible it made my eyes roll a lot...but it did keep our attention.

"Hell's Corner" is peopled with so many characters and filled with so many situations, intrigues, twists and turns that it makes your head spin, but hurtles toward a conclusion that ties things together.   Unfortunately, we were 2 hours before the end of the book when we arrived home, so we still haven't reached that conclusion, but have found the book a very satisfying distraction to make the miles fly by.

One thing about Baldacci's books is it makes you shake your head at the total lack of cooperation and the territorialism between all the governmental spy agencies.  When a crime is committed, there are turf wars among the CIA, the FBI, the Department of Homeland Security, and other agencies...more than I realized we had.   That happens in book after book by anybody who writes about crimes, one department's reluctance to share information with another department...you find that in Connelly books, too, with one local police department fearing that another department will get the credit for catching the bad guys.  It always seems to me that crimes would get solved a heck of a lot faster without macho pissing contests between the heads of various agencies and more sharing of information for the good of everybody.

But what do I know?

Walt asked, after we got home last night, if I had been following the story, since it appeared to him that I slept most of the way home, but other than dozing off briefly a couple of times (apparently missing a key incident, though I figured out what had gone on shortly after waking), I was paying attention.  I have found that I do better as a passenger on these long rides if I ride with my eyes closed.   With my eyes opened, I'm terrified of every semi-truck we meet, and we meet hundreds of them.  My stomach is in knots and I tend to gasp audibly too often, and ride clutching the arm rest in sheer terror, though intellectually I know Walt is a good driver and that I am in good hands.  But if I ride with my eyes closed, I am blissfully unaware of the impending accident that my brain convinces me we are about to have every few miles.  Walt and I are both happier campers that way!

We stopped at Kettleman City for lunch.  Kettleman City, at least along side the freeway, is an oasis of familiar food joints (this is actually Kettleman City Junction, the regular town about 2 miles from here).   Take yer pick...McDonald's, Jack in the Box, Carls Jr, Taco Bell, Denny's, Wendy's and a few others sprinkled in among a few gas stations.

I have lately been feeling kind of "off" hamburgers, which is why we stopped for soup at Pea Soup Andersons on the drive down.   I was wondering how I could get around the ubiquitous burger on the ride home too. (When you aren't thrilled by salads and are tired of burgers, the choice is a bit more challenging!) We saw the sign for one small non-chain restaurant in among all the better known signs and decided to go there, but when we got there it had been closed.   Looked like something out of a ghost town.  So we decided to go to Denny's instead.  I figured I would have better non-burger choices there.

Denny's is doing a promo for the movie The Hobbit, which opens in theaters near you, and has a temporary menu inspired by that movie.   The food actually sounded sort of interesting.  Walt chose a "Hobbit Hole," which was an egg fried in the center of a cheese bread, with hash browns and bacon.  Kind of a cute idea.
For myself, my eyes lit on the "Gandalf Gobble," which was essentially Thanksgiving dinner in a sandwich -- roast turkey, stuffing, and cranberry mustard all served on pumpkin bread.  Never one to pass up the chance to try stuffing in any form, I went for that and was not disappointed, though I could only finish half of the sandwich.  I brought the other half home and had it for dinner, while Walt finished off a pasta casserole I had fixed before we left.


 It was good to be back home.  The dogs were thrilled to see us.  We caught up on Amazing Race and settled in to watch Dancing with the Stars when I realized I was falling asleep.

All in all, glad to be back home again after such a fun weekend in Santa Barbara.

Best of all, we received notice that Walt's cousin's grandson, Colin Willliam had made his arrival into the world to parents Kayleen and Sean.   Reports were that baby and parents were doing great, and that the grandparents were a mess.

Welcome, Colin!  You've joined a fantastic family and are going to have a great life!

Now I'm going to crawl back under a blanket somewhere and see if I can finish out the night asleep!

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Run for the Borders

Borders is going out of business. Whoda thunk? Borders was my go-to place to browse. Some people walk the malls and try on clothes. I go to Borders and just...browse. I look at the magazines and check my favorite sections of the store. I love looking at the computer section, because all those big books are too expensive to buy, but I can look up things that I'm interested in. I love looking at the travel section, at all the books about places I've been and places I'd like to go.

I check the 2-for-1 table and the table where there are big discounts for buying more than one book.

I look at the calendars and see which I want to get for the next year...and try to get there early to buy next year's Sierra Club desk calendar, to which I have become a slave in the past several years.

I look through the paper good section and see what sorts of ridiculously overpriced cards and paper goods I won't buy, but like to check out.

I wander through the children's section and look for cute books for Bri...and then don't buy them because I can't believe that people actually spend $15 or more on toddler books that are only a few pages long.

And as I write this, I begin to see why Borders is going out of business. I'm a browser, but when it comes to actually buying something, I have joined the move to electronic media.

I've written before about my childhood where I would get six books a week from the local library, cart them home and read them all as quickly as I could so I could go get more.

I don't buy as many real hold-in-your-hands books any more now that I have all of my "gadgets."

I have an iPod, an iTouch and a Kindle. That means I'm never without something to read or listen to. It's audio books in the car, iTouch books with the kindle app during intermission at the theatre or in the car after dark. The Kindle has become the reader of choice at other times. I can (and do) have several books going at one time on the Kindle, and a different book going on the iTouch and perhaps one book that I'm listening to by mysef on the iPod, and another book I'm listening to with Walt.

For example, right now we just finished a Lee Child audio book and I'm listening to a Patricia Cornwell book on the iPod ( the latter was a test, to see how much I liked Cornwell as an audio and I've discovered I don't like it at all. The voice for the familliar characters was so far off what I've "heard" in my head while reading her earlier books that I am not enjoying that part of it).

On the Kindle, I'm reading a Dick Francis book; a book called "Driving in China," which is wonderful; a book about snail mail; and book whose name I have forgotten. There might be another one "active" at the moment. Whatever my mood is for whatever kind of book, I have a wide selection from which to choose.

On the iTouch, I'm reading a book of Dick Cavett columns.

(The problem with this is that I carry all of the electronic gadgets in my purse at the same time, along with my camera and heavy wallet. I just weighed the purse--it weighs more than 5-1/2 lbs! But, for example, when we stopped for gas or at a rest stop coming home from Santa Barbara, we would turn off the audio book and I could pull out my Kindle to read another book while waiting for Walt to return to the car!)

Oh, and I'm reading a couple of "real" books too, a book called "I'm not a tourist, I live here," which a woman I met recently here in Davis has written about behind the scenes in San Francisco, and a book by Dean Koontz about his dog.

I sometimes shake my head at all the things I'm reading and that I can keep them all straight, which I seem to be able to do. But I do realize that my less than generous contributions to the coffers of Borders has helped bring about its demise. I suppose I should feel guilty about that, but I suspect that it won't really bother me until I start wondering where I will be able to find my desk calendar for next year!

Friday, April 1, 2011

The Sound of (Kinda) Silence

It is an 8 hour drive from Davis to Santa Barbara and Walt and I spoke almost not a single word to each other during the drive.

We are here to celebrate Brianna's 3rd birthday (my word, I can't believeshe's 3 already!). My resolve to send at least one snail mail a day may be tested. But I believe I handled today just fine.

The stack of letters, post cards and cards today included my very first attempt to make an envelope. It wasn't good, but I did it. I'll get better.

I found a teenager who asked people to go through drawers and send her random things that you find there, which sounded like fun. This is what I sent:

This is a Mickey Mouse card I bought years ago, a photo of Michael Connelly from the book signing we attended, a little sheet of mini stickers (including one from the Jello museum), a tissue that Peggy sent me a package of years ago, and two Dora the Explorer bandaids. I think that qualifies as sufficiently eclectic!

We left the house at 11:45 and said almost nothing for many hours. The reason was that we were glued to my audio book, David Baldacci's first novel, "Absolute Power." What a gripper. I was several hours into it before we got on the road so Walt would have to stop me from time to time to ask what was going on, but he caught up quickly. (I do have to admit that neither one of us was particularly happy with the fact that one of the principal characters was an "old man" of 65...and that they kept referring to him as an old man, with failing faculties, and at the end of his life. Not an upper for a 68 and 71 year old!!!)

We were engrossed until we got to Gonzales and our usual hamburger joint

(Can you believe we look forward to hitting this joint going north or south whenever we travel to Santa Barbara?)

We got back in the car, plugged the iPod back in again and said almost nothing until we arrived at Alice Nan & Joe's house.

We were at a crucial point in the book, so were sad to arrive at our destination, but we talked with Alice Nan and she suggested that we drive into town to meet her and Joe for dinner (since they were both still at work). Yippee. 20 more minutes for the book!

We had a nice dinner at the Santa Barbara Brewing Company, where there was wall to wall TVs, each tuned to a different sporting event. We watched the Giants lose to the Dodgers before we finished dinner...then another 20 minute drive back home again.

We spent most of the day in silence, but we sure are enjoying the book!