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The Monster Cereals

Forbidden Fruit(y Pebbles)

This is the first in a new series I am launching called Forbidden Fruit(y) Pebbles, where I enlist my family and friends to go back and taste test all of the cereals our moms wouldn’t let us eat growing up. What will they be like as adults? Will they be as good as we suspected? Or, were our moms right all along?

In honor of Halloween, we kicked things off with the monster cereals, available only around this time of year. Assisting me with tasting were Wonder Boy and Skully Candy.

The monster cereals: Franken Berry, Boo Berry and Count Chocula.

Franken Berry

Franken Berry - surprisingly good.

Have you had this cereal before?

Wonder Boy: No
Skull Candy: No
Me: No

As a kid, what did you think it would taste like?

Wonder Boy: Freedom.
Skull Candy: I only dreamed of the experience!
Me: It had berry in the name so I thought it was healthy.

Now that you’ve tried it, what do you think it tastes like?

Wonder Boy: I’m surprised at the strawberry flavor mixed with the taste of Flintstone chewables.
Skull Candy: Paper strawberries.
Me: It’s not as terrible as I expected. It’s sort of like a very artificial strawberry shortcake taste.

Was your mom right or wrong to not let you eat this?

Wonder Boy: My mom was pretty smart.
Skull Candy: She was right on! And I don’t always agree with her parenting choices.
Me: Absolutely.

Other Comments:

Skull Candy: Do not single out the marshmallows.

The Verdict: We actually enjoyed this and would eat it again.

Boo Berry

Boo Berry - so much worse than expected.

Have you had this cereal before?

Wonder Boy: No
Skull Candy: No
Me: No

As a kid, what did you think it would taste like?

Wonder Boy: A blueberry Mister Misty.
Skull Candy: I had no idea what I was missing.
Me: It had berry in the name so I thought it was healthy.

Now that you’ve tried it, what do you think it tastes like?

Wonder Boy: It tastes almost healthy. It tastes like no berry I have ever had.
Skull Candy: I cannot identify the flavor. It’s truly mysterious.
Me: It’s almost healthy tasting. It’s bland with a tart cardboard kick at the end.

Was your mom right or wrong to not let you eat this?

Wonder Boy: Mom did me a solid.
Skull Candy: She was seriously on to something.
Me: Yes. She did me a favor.

Other Comments:

Wonder Boy: I think this was from some exotic Amazonian fruit.
Skull Candy: Stay away from this cereal!
Me: Boo! What is it?

The Verdict: Gross. Stay away!

Count Chocula

Count Chocula is as good as I dreamed.

Have you had this cereal before?

Wonder Boy: Yes
Skull Candy: No
Me: I think so at a friends house

As a kid, what did you think it would taste like?

Wonder Boy: A melted Hershey bar.
Skull Candy: Vampire blood chocolate.
Me: Chocolate with a chocolate milk chaser.

Now that you’ve tried it, what do you think it tastes like?

Wonder Boy: It tastes like licking the inside of a melted candy wrapper.
Skull Candy: Crunchy Ovaltine.
Me: Cheap chocolate and delicious.

Was your mom right or wrong to not let you eat this?

Wonder Boy: Wrong! This was an injustice to my childhood.
Skull Candy: Yes, yet again!
Me: Probably, but it is surprisingly tasty.

Other Comments:

Wonder Boy: Eat it with the marshmallows.
Skull Candy: Why do the marshmallows look like tulips? And I could eat this every day.
Me: I could have this every night for dessert.

The Verdict: This is good. Not good for you, but good.

This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Books Read From Ohio to Halfway Around the World And Back

My Weeks in BooksIf nothing else, vacation offers a wonderful time to catch up on reading. I’ve been growing my To Read list for a while now, without making much progress at actually reading the books. For a recent two week trip, I packed eleven books (it’s always better to have too many than not enough!) and read eight.

Several of my books for this trip were selected based on previous reads from the same authors. That was the case with my first book, Unaccustomed Earth by Jhumpa Lahiri. The Lowland was one of my favorite books from last year and I find just about everything Lahiri writes to be perfection. Unaccustomed Earth did not let me down.

This book of short stories looks at the differences between expatriate Bengali parents and their American-born or American-raised children. The stories overlap some, but the merging of story lines isn’t really necessary. Each stands alone just fine. One regret I do have is reading these stories all in one go during a plane flight. They would have been better spread out over a period of days or weeks. That just didn’t fit with my make-more-room-in-my-luggage-by-reading-and-giving-away-books plan.

If someone I don’t know well asks for a book recommendation, I always suggest Cutting for Stone by Abraham Verghese. The book has appeal for people of such a wide variety of interests and it’s just so good. I’m not sure why, but I had never explored Verghese’s other books and just happened upon The Tennis Partner while at the used bookstore. I can’t say enough how happy I am that I read Cutting for Stone first. It’s a much better novel and the one I’m choosing to associate with Verghese.

The Tennis Partner is about a relationship between a doctor and a medical student. The two bond over tennis and find themselves looking forward to their scheduled matches as a release from the stresses of life – both at work and at home. Through the character of David Smith, Verghese offers an interesting exploration into addiction and the practice of medicine. Beyond that, the book simply wasn’t memorable for me.

I listened to The Hound of the Baskervilles by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle as an audio book. In this mystery, Sherlock Holmes must help Henry Baskerville after the mysterious death of his uncle, Sir Charles. Family lore has it that an enormous hound resides on the moors in Devon, threatening the Baskerville family. Henry doesn’t want to meet his end on his newly inherited estate.

I enjoyed the rural setting for The Hound of the Baskervilles. The story itself dragged on a bit in the middle but was, in the end, really quite good.

I have no shame in admitting how much I loved The Fault in Our Stars by John Green – both the book and the movie. That book was my only basis for comparison when I started Looking for Alaska, but it might have been the perfect measuring stick.

Looking for Alaska takes place at a boarding school and involves the relationships between a group of students. Like any group of friends, one person is really the glue holding everyone together and in this instance it’s a girl names Alaska. Like any good teen story, the characters in Looking for Alaska all carry their own baggage. And drama ensues.

Green excels at young adult novels. They might not be the deepest reading, but they’re thoroughly enjoyable. I have more reaction to share on this book, but I’ll do that in a later post.

Here’s my confession. The book Gone Girl? I hated it. And I know it’s this whole phenomenon now and the movie is supposed to be so good, but I can’t get past the fact that I just didn’t get into the book. I say all that so you understand what I mean when I say that fans of Gone Girl will love Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight. I mean, if I’m going to give a back-handed compliment, I want you to be aware that I’m aware of what I’m doing, right?

In Reconstructing Amelia, Kate Baron learns that her daughter has committed suicide. What is a seemingly simple case of teen taking her own life becomes much more complicated when Kate gets an anonymous text: “Amelia didn’t jump.” That leads Kate and readers down a path to solving the real story behind Amelia’s death.

I learned about The Girl Who Fell from the Sky by Heidi W. Durrow from Kat Chow on an episode of Pop Culture Happy Hour. I knew very little about the book except that it might be heavier reading offering an exploration of race. It was that, but so much more.

Durrow is the daughter of an African-American enlisted Air Force man and a white Danish woman. It is from this background that she draws as she writes about Rachel, who shares the same racial background. After a family tragedy of epic proportions, Rachel moves out West with her grandmother. There her racial identity moves from unimportant or undefined to very clearly, according to Rachel’s grandmother, African American. Her peers see Rachel’s hair and eye color and have their own thoughts about her race.

Durrow offers a great exploration of race when it isn’t so clearly defined as well as mixed race relationships and how they play out in families, society and self-identification. The Girl Who Feel From the Sky is definitely a worthwhile read.

A Woman of Substance by Barbara Taylor Bradford is an epic romance novel that’s pretty predictable. I feel guilty writing this knowing that I passed on the book to my sister (but I really think she might like it!) but about 2/3 of the way through A Woman of Substance I sort of wondering if I’d read it before. Clocking in at 906 pages, I feel certain I could have halved the length by editing down lengthy descriptions and the tiresome number of times people commented on the beauty, wit and cunning of the main character.

Remember when just a little while ago I said about John Green, he “excels at young adult novels”? That opinion is diminished a bit by my reading of An Abundance of Katherines, also by John Green. I love a good Young Adult novel and don’t normally mind that I’m not the target audience. Maybe this book had a little too much Young in the Young Adult?

If nothing else, vacation offers a wonderful time to catch up on reading. These were the books that accompanied from Ohio to Nepal and back.
This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Defining and Representing Gender | The Underground Girls of Kabul: In Search of a Hidden Resistance In Afghanistan by Jenny Nordberg

When my mother was pregnant with me, if I was a girl I would be named Kate and if a boy I would be named Jake. My next sibling would have been named Jake if she had been a boy. The sibling after that also would have been Jake had she been born a boy. It wasn’t until child number four that my parents finally got their Jake.For my parents, Jake was a name they liked. They wanted kids and I am sure were excited when they had a son, but they were also excited about their three daughters. Had they been living in Afghanistan, things might have been different.

In Afghanistan, not having a Jake earlier would have been a sign of weakness in my mom. A defect. And, what I’m learning from The Underground Girls of Kabul: In Search of a Hidden Resistance In Afghanistan by Jenny Nordberg is that me or one of my sisters might have been assigned the role of a bacha posh, or a girl who lives as a boy until reaching the age of puberty. This gender swap is thought to bring luck to the mother, making it more likely that she will later give birth to a son. It makes it easier for females in the household to have a male to act as chaperone when going out in public, because even a small boy is a suitable chaperone. It saves the mother the shame of being thought to be defective and unable to birth males. For the girl-turned-boy, it gives her freedoms she might not otherwise know. She can come and go freely from her house, wear pants, continue in school, work outside of the home. Once puberty hits, the girl-turned-boy turns back into a girl.

As I’m reading this book, I’m struck by how arbitrary our definitions of gender are. Sure, some of the biological functions are pretty clear. But other ways we express out gender identity are purely made up. The ways we define and treat gender so often leads to inequalities, although perhaps not always as dramatic as Nordberg describes in The Underground Girls of Kabul. My immediate reaction during my reading is to be angry at how little freedom women in that country are experiencing. But I also make a conscious effort not to immediately condemn another culture, even if that’s my initial reaction.

When I stop and think about women in this country, I’m reminded of when my friend Delicious shared an article about calling girls “pretty” and suggesting that people might compliment his daughter instead by commenting on how clever she is. I think of the six-week-old baby I got to hold last week that was a pile of squishy cheeks and thighs, wearing a dress made of layers and layers of tulle and sporting an anklet. I look outside at the college boys and girls going out on dates, or whatever the equivalent is of a date in college-going culture now, where the boys are in casual shorts, tees and sneakers and the girls are strapped into skirts that barely cover their butt crack and heels that are an accident in the making ands boob hoisted up as high as they will reach.

And so I am still reading about these women in Afghanistan, living as boys. Sometimes living as men. Usually transitioning back to being women and going on to be mothers and leading successful, feminine lives. And I’m reminding myself, sometimes every page, that the definitions I’m reading of gender are different. Not better and not worse. But different. (I don’t curtail my opinions about the freedoms the women are experiencing.)

And I’m trying to be a little more critical of how I’m choosing to define and represent my own gender. How I’m seeing it represented in pop culture. How I’m helping to instill it into nieces and nephews. That bit about a bacha posh helping give a prospective mom better luck in giving birth to a boy aside – because I can’t really speak to that, the gender definitions we assign shouldn’t cause so dramatic a difference in the life of a person as what Nordberg details in The Underground Girls of Kabul.

I read The Underground Girls of Kabul by Jenny Nordberg as part of the From Left to Write book club.

I read The Underground Girls of Kabul: In Search of a Hidden Resistance In Afghanistan by Jenny Nordberg as part of the From Left to Write book Club. Nordberg discovers a secret Afghani practice where girls are dressed and raised as boys. Join From Left to Write on September 16th as we discuss The Underground Girls of Kabul. As a member, I received a copy of the book for review purposes.

This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

History in the Details: Looking at Jackie O’s Famous Pink Suit

My Week In BooksSo many jobs take patience and concentration that I just don’t have. I like detail-oriented work and I actually weirdly enjoy repetitive tasks, but moving slowly and paying attention to tiny details… Forget about it. In The Pink Suit by Nicole Mary Kelby, a seamstress named Kate spends hours upon hours crafting clothing for the First Lady. In this fictional story about the romance between John F. Kennedy and Jackie, readers learn about the effort that went into being one of history’s most stylish first ladies.

While Kate works to create fine clothing for the president to give as a gift to his wife, she finds herself unexpectedly in a romance with a long-time friend, Patrick. Through their relationship, Kelby is able to share the nuances of being working class in America and having a family in the White House who is anything but working class. Unions expect Jackie to wear American-made clothing and hats made by American milliners, and she goes to great lengths to do just that, technically.

I am, of course, familiar with the famous pink suit that is the focus of this book. I love the idea of telling history with one artifact at the center of the tale. This book didn’t do it for me, though. While I enjoyed learning about the suit itself and how much painstaking work went into it, I was bored by the romance between Kate and Patrick. I’m glad I read The Pink Suit and know it will inform how I view couture clothing and how those designs make their way to the US, but I’m not sure that knowledge was worth the time investment.

The Pink Suit by Nicole Mary Kelby.
This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

Exploring the Idea of What Makes a Life Exciting Enough for a Book Through Two Very Normal Lives With Different Resulting Books

My Week In Books

I was trying to explain a book I read earlier this week to my husband and said, “You know how all of our lives aren’t interesting enough to really be the subject of a book?” His response was a well-timed, “Speak for yourself!” I stand by the question though. Not all of us lead a life that merits a book. That said, in the hands of the right author, maybe any type of life can make for an interesting read.
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I really enjoyed Someone by Alice McDermott because it was so beautifully written. I was surprised by how quickly I read it because it was also pretty painfully normal. Just on the right side of being downright dull. It was this book that inspired the conversation between Wonder Boy and I. I put it down thinking, “Well, that was a nice book about a nice person.” And “nice” is certainly a positive word. But “nice” isn’t what sticks in your memory days, weeks, months, years later. “Nice” is something you do to pass the time and set aside later.
Briefly, against better judgement, I had myself believing that stories had to be about interesting people to make for interesting books. I’ve many times over seen that that’s not the case, and still…
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A while back, a co-worker of mine had her niece shadow her for a day, to learn about the workplace. Throughout the day the niece sat down with different people to learn what they did. With me, we spent most of the time talking about her art and love of cosplay, something about which I know and care very little.  She showed me her portfolio and it introduced me, briefly, to a world of fandom like I’ve never known. People were rendering characters in new ways, writing fan fiction, developing costumes they would like to see characters wear…  It was wild.
In Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell, Cath is not only comfortable in the world of fan fiction, she’s one of it’s bigger celebrities. She’s fallen so in love with the world and characters in a series much like Harry Potter (I say, never having read those books), that she reinterprets the relationships between all of the characters, developing entirely new storylines. Thousands of people log in every days to read her new installments.
The fan fiction is an outlet for Cath when life gets too hard. When her dad falls too far into the depths of mental illness, when she misses the mother who long ago abandoned her and when she feels inferior to her outgoing, popular twin sister, Gwen. When Cath and Gwen go off to college, the world of fan fiction based on Young Adult novels seems less like a cool outlet and more like a safety net.
Over the course of her freshman year, Cath doesn’t entirely let go of her fictional world, but she does learn her way through the more tangible, real world.
Rainbow Rowell is a delightful writer. I started this book before bed and then took advantage of a Labor Day off work and finished the book over a lazy, rainy morning indoors. I’ve now read three of the five books Rowell has penned (see Landline and Eleanor and Park) and I am looking forward the checking out the other two.
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Rowell reassured me that you don’t need an outlandish tale to make a good story. Sometimes tyne simplest of stories can pull you in so that in a matter of hours, you’ve read an entire book. McDermott didn’t achieve that with me, but her writing was the sort I lingered over to enjoy the words. And maybe that was pleasure enough.
Someone by Alice McDermott and Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell.
This post originally appeared on Kate’s Point of View. © Kate. All rights reserved.

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