Book Review: An Unfinished Story

An Unfinished Story: A Novel by Boo Walker, takes place in modern-day Florida. It’s a story of renewal, of overcoming grief and guilt, and turning misunderstanding to acceptance.

Claire Kite lost her husband, David, three years ago in a tragic car accident. Although she continues to manage her up-scale restaurant in Coquina Key, Florida, she’s just putting in time. Life isn’t worth living without David. But she knows life goes on and she’s determined to start anew. The first step is to sell their house—it’s not a home without David.

David, a successful architect, was also an aspiring writer and was about half way through his first novel, Saving Orlando. While cleaning out David’s office, Claire finds the manuscript and reads it for the first time. She’s impressed with the story and feels if she can find a writer to finish it, she will have kept David’s memory alive with something that had been dear to him.

Whitaker Grant is in a slump. Once famous for his first and only bestselling novel, a masterpiece that became a successful film, he has run out of steam. It’s been ten years and he hasn’t written anything worthy of print, his wife has left him, and he’s wallowing in mid-life crises.

When Claire approaches Whitaker to take on the task of finishing David’s book, the has-been writer turns her down. She persists and what follows is a story of redemption, though not easily won.

I loved this novel. The author tells the story with a strong sense of place—I could smell Florida’s salty air, could almost savor its unique cuisine. I appreciated his sharing a writer’s life, of what it means to lose yourself in a story, to bare your soul, and to have the tenacity to stick with the project long enough to bring it to a proper conclusion.

Book Review: I Am Malala

“To all the girls who have faced injustice and been silenced. Together we will be heard.”
—-Malala Yousafzai

I Am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up for Education and Was Shot by the Taliban by Malala Yousafzai and Christina Lamb is an extraordinary memoir of a young Muslim girl who was shot at close range, by a Pakistani Taliban as she sat on a school bus surrounded by her classmates.

Malala, her father, mother and two brothers lived in Swat, a mountainous village in Pakistan. Her father was a strong advocate for education and worked hard to open his own co-educational school, believing the government schools were inadequate. Further, he felt the lack of education was the root of Pakistan’s problems.

Malala was born in 1997 within a society that highly valued the birth of boys. When a son was born it was cause for celebration, but the birth of a girl was met with quiet disappointment. It was believed her role in life would be simply to prepare food, give birth to children, and be obedient to her husband. Malala’s father, however, did not share the beliefs of his countrymen concerning women. Although they were strict Muslim, the family did not believe in the growing influence of the Taliban, who forbid education for girls, threatened those who attended school, and even burned school buildings. Malala’s father did not insist that she cover her face, praised her efforts in excelling in her school work, and encouraged her to speak out about her God-given rights and talents.

The memoir goes into detail about Malala’s life as a young child, their customs and beliefs. She loved her country and its rugged mountains. Her greatest joy was attending school with her friends and competing with them in examinations.

When Malala was fifteen years old, as she sat on a school bus with her friends, a Pakistani Taliban shot her in the face. The bullet grazed her left eye, skull and brain, lacerated a facial nerve, shattered her eardrum and broke her jaw joints. She was rushed to Birmingham, England and against all odds and with the aid of British doctors, Malala survived her wounds.

When Malala was 17, she was awarded the 2014 Nobel Peace Prize, the world’s youngest Nobel Prize laureate. At the time of the book’s writing, she and her family live in England. She likes her new country because “people follow rules, they respect policemen and everything happens on time.” There is no fear about harm on the way to school, women have jobs unimaginable in Pakistan. Nevertheless, Malala misses her homeland and longs to return.

Malala does not want to be remembered as the “girl who was shot by the Taliban” but rather the “girl who fought for education.”

The Kingdom of Tonga: A South Pacific Paradise

Although every port-of-call was special to us, the hands-down favorite was the Kingdom of Tonga. Tonga is a Polynesian sovereign state, which means it governs itself. It is an archipelago of 169 islands, 36 of which are inhabited. Four major groups of islands form the Kingdom: Tongatapu, Ha’apai, Vava’u, and Niua groups. Tonatapu is the main island and its capitol is Nuku’alofa. We spent about six weeks in Tonga, all in the Vava’u group.

The only Pacific Island nation never colonized by a foreign power, the Kingdom of Tonga is known as “The Friendly Islands.” Tongans are strongly Christian, the people helpful and friendly.

Upon arrival we anchored Impunity near the small town of Neiafu and rowed our dingy ashore. Tongans constantly swept their wooden sidewalks and packed earthen streets–we were impressed with how clean everything was.

Surprisingly, pigs wandered around at will. I wasn’t sure where they did their business, but we didn’t see any pig-doo along the streets. We saw pigs of all different colors and sizes, on church steps, sidewalks, streets, in yards. They were apparently a part of the community.

Pigs had their useful purpose. The Tongans didn’t mow lawns; pigs kept them neat and trim. They ate much of the soft garbage, like fallen fruit. And, of course, pigs provided meat. We learned that domestic pigs played an important role in social obligations mainly for gifts and exchange at feasts, weddings and funerals.

During our stay in Tonga we moved Impunity around to anchor near different islands. The water was clear and beautiful–ideal for snorkeling.

Off one of the uninhabited islands where we regularly anchored, we often rowed ashore to feed a couple of piglets. Because of their coloration, we called one of the piglets Stars and the other Stripes. The mother stayed clear of us, hovering in nearby bushes, ready to protect her babies. I would have loved to hold them, but was afraid I would alarm their mother. We enjoyed the little pigs and saved our kitchen scraps for them.

The Kingdom of Tonga was a paradise and those little pigs added immensely to our enjoyment.

Note: The above was taken in part from my memoir, Sailing with Impunity: Adventure in the South Pacific

Book Review: The Flying Cutterbucks

The Flying Cutterbucks, a novel by Kathleen M. Rodgers, is a story of courage and female solidarity that takes place in the fictitious town of Pardon, New Mexico.

The story briefly begins on election day, 2020, but then reverts back to 2016 when Trudy returns to her home town to help her mother organize the family home of a lifetime of mementos.

The family has had more than its share of tragedy. Trudy’s father, a fighter-jet pilot, was shot down in North Vietnam in 1972. Major Cutterbuck is still considered Missing in Action, since his remains have never been found. Later, Trudy’s younger brother died of a brain tumor.

Soon after Trudy’s brother died, her Aunt Star came to take care of the family while Trudy’s mother[ was briefly hospitalized, overwhelmed with the death of her son and the lingering grief over the loss of her husband. During that time, the three—Trudy, her younger sister Georgia, and Aunt Star—were terrorized by an abusive man. As the result of this invasion and its ramifications, the three women formed a code of silence to protect each other.

With the 2016 election of a president who brags about groping women without their consent, the Cutterbuck women are reminded of the terrifying incident that took place many years before. They struggle to come to terms with the past, realizing it will pave the way toward a feeling of freedom and a more courageous future, yet afraid of the consequences revealing the secret might bring.

I loved The Flying Cutterbucks. It features a cast of strong women, each with their own secret burdens. With skill and sensitivity, the author tells a story of grief and terror, but also of strength and humor. The flavors of small-town New Mexico come alive with its spicy food and colorful people of various ethnic backgrounds. It’s a moving story about a loving family, the power of forgiveness, and the gifts friendships offer.

Book Review: Lillian’s Legacy

Carmen Peone’s latest release, Lillian’s Legacy, the third novel of the “Gardner Sibling Trilogy,” takes place in Northeast Washington Territory, 1875. Lillian Gardner dreams of becoming a healer using natural medicines. Along with her dreams, Lillian also has feelings of resentment and frustration. It seems her sister and brother get all the attention and admiration from their parents. On the day of her sister’s wedding, it looks like Lillian’s family has forgotten her sixteenth birthday. All the excitement is about her sister’s wedding. Their neighbors are gathered for the happy event; it seems Lillian’s special day has been swept aside.

Among the wedding guests a stranger appears, a strangely-dressed elderly woman. Lillian talks with the woman who seeks rest for herself and her horse. The woman, Doctor Mali Maddox, originally from Wales, is on her way to the Kettle Falls area to administer medical care to the River Paddlers, a Native American tribe in the Pend Oreille River Territory.

Lillian and Doctor Maddox form a friendship and agree that the two will travel together. Afraid her parents won’t approve, and angry that all their attention seems to go to her sister anyway, Lillian leaves without her parents’ permission or knowledge.

As the two set out for the wilds of Eastern Washington and Indian Territory they encounter people desperately in need of medical care. But, unfortunately, they also meet people with evil intentions, putting Lillian and Doctor Maddox in danger. Even more than the danger, Lillian suffers guilt for the way she left her family. She wonders if she’ll ever achieve her dream of helping people, of being able to leave a legacy of hope.

I found Lillian’s Legacy a story of courage and inspiration. Carmen Peone writes with knowledge and experience about Native American culture. She has lived on the Colville Confederated Reservation with her husband, a tribal member, and has learned the Arrow Lakes (Sinyekst) language, cultural traditions and legends. In addition, she speaks with authority on horses and competes in local riding events. In researching this novel, she sought expert advice on tribal herbal practices, and also on Welsh customs and language. Lillian’s Legacy is listed as a Young Adult novel, but I think it would be of interest to anyone interested in natural medicines, and of the customs of this time period.

Book Review: A Long Walk to Water

A Long Walk to Water by Linda Sue Park is based on the true 1985 flight of a Sudanese boy, Salva, 11. Each chapter starts with a fictional but realistic section about a young girl, Nya, in southern Sudan beginning in 2008. Nya must make two very long walks daily to fetch water for her family. In reading this poignant account, I imagined that the two stories would intersect, and they eventually do in a surprising and satisfying way.

Salva was at school when the Second Sudanese Civil War finally reached his village. The war began two years earlier between the Muslim-dominated government in the north and the non-Muslim coalition in the south. As marauders approached his school, the teacher told the students to run and to keep going. Salva couldn’t return to his village or to his family because that was where the conflict was taking place. He quickly became separated from the other school children, but eventually found other people to travel with, though they were strangers.

Years passed while Salva walked through Sudan and eventually to Ethiopia going from one refugee camp to another, eventually making his way to a camp in Kenya. By this time he was one of what are now known as “The Lost Boys.” He had been away from his village for eleven years, years of grueling travel or of barely surviving crowded refugee camps.

Nya’s continuing story struck a familiar note for me. Having spent two years in West Africa with the Peace Corps in the small country of The Gambia, I know the value and sometimes scarcity of clean water. Daily I saw young girls come to a fresh-water well close to where we lived, fill huge tubs of water, heft the heavy loads onto their heads, and then walk back to some distant village.

How Nya and Salva’s stories eventually come together is heart warming and shows the price so many in Africa have paid pursuing basic human needs. Salva’s true story is daunting, yet inspiring. Unfortunately, Nya’s story is typical in much of Africa. I recommend A Long Walk to Water for people from ages 9 to 99.

Book Review: The Water is Wide

The Water is Wide: A Memoir by Pat Conroy is an exceptionally good read. The story is based on his teaching experience on Daufuskie Island, off the South Carolina coast, which is called Yamacraw Island in the book.

In 1969, when Conroy arrived on the island, it was still quite primitive. Most of the families didn’t have running water, nor did the two-room schoolhouse. Mrs. Brown, the only other teacher, was also the principal. Conroy would teach fifth through twelfth grades, a total of eighteen black children. Mrs. Brown’s method of teaching was with a strap, the only way “retarded” children could learn, she claimed.

Conroy was appalled to observe that some of his students could barely write, could not decipher even simple words, and three could not write their own name. Not only did they not know what continent they lived on, they didn’t know they lived in the United States of America, didn’t know the president’s name, nor did they know that the Atlantic Ocean washed up against their island. Seven did not know the alphabet, four of the students could not add two plus two, eighteen children did not know the country was involved in a war in Southeast Asia. Two children did not know how old they were; four could not count to ten. None of them had ever seen a movie or attended a ball game.

When speaking to one another, the children spoke Gullah, a combination of an African language and English, though Conroy couldn’t understand a word they said. Their version of English was difficult for Conroy to comprehend, and at first the students also had a hard time understanding Conroy, so it took adjustment on both sides to communicate.

Much to the school board’s dismay, Conroy took an innovative, creative approach to educate his students. He made school fun.

Although the title of the book includes “A Memoir,” the copyright page claims it is a work of fiction. The book reads like a memoir and Pat Conroy did teach in a two-room school house, and it is also true that a battle ensued with the school board as to whether his contract would be renewed for another year. In any event, the book makes excellent points about the plight of black school children and their struggle for equality in the late 1960’s and early 1970s.

The Water Is Wide is a well-written, fun and often funny story of how one man made a difference in bringing the world to children who had been denied adequate education. I highly recommend this book. Memoir or not, the book contains timeless truths that need to be told.

Going Aloft at Crystal Mountain

Our family recently enjoyed a delightful afternoon at Crystal Mountain where we rode the Mt. Rainier Gondola. Crystal Mountain is located in western Washington’s Mt. Baker/Snoqualmie National Forest. Our party of eight rode together in one gondola as we soared with the eagles up 2,000 vertical feet in twelve-minutes to the summit of Crystal Mountain. At the top we marveled at the unparalleled view of Mt. Rainier and the Cascade Range. From interpretive signs visitors can identify other well-known mountains such as Mount. St. Helens, Mt. Adams and Mt. Baker, all visible from the summit.

We lounged in sling-back chairs and contemplated the spectacular views. Dogs are allowed on leash in the gondola and also on trails. The gondola is wheelchair accessible.

While at the top we enjoyed a delicious lunch at the Summit House, the highest elevation restaurant in Washington State.

Interpretive guided walks are also offered on select days when visitors can learn about the local history, geology, wildlife and more. During the summer months several moderate to strenuous hiking trails are available for close-up views of wildflowers, wildlife and lakes. For hiking and other specific information, visit https://www.crystalmountainresort.com/summer/summer-activities/

Within a thirty-minute drive from Crystal Mountain is Silver Springs Campground, situated on the banks of scenic White River, just outside Mt. Rainier National Park’s North Arch entrance. The campground has 56 campsites, all with picnic tables and fire rings. The campground makes lovely headquarters to enjoy the park and its opportunities for fishing, hiking and picnicking, as well as access to surrounding areas. Camping reservations may be made through
www.recreation.gov or phone 877-444-6777.

Book Review: H is for Hawk

H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald is both a memoir and an extraordinary experience with one of nature’s most vicious predators, a goshawk.

As a child in England, Macdonald was fascinated by nature and spent hours observing wildlife, particularly birds. She fulfills a life-long dream of becoming a falconer when she acquires a goshawk whom she names Mabel. She begins to train the goshawk, taking tiny steps toward the day she can let the bird fly free to hunt, yet trust it to return to her.

The goshawk, a medium-large raptor, is bigger, fiercer and wilder than most hawks and is often considered the “true” hawk. Historically, goshawks have had relationships with humans, often as hunting partners.

Like any special-interest subject, falconry has its own vocabulary: wings are sails, claws are pounces, tail a train, when they wipe their beaks, they feak, when they frantically flap their wings, they bate, to mention only a few of the many terms of precision used by falconers.

When Macdonald’s father, a press photographer, suddenly dies, she is thrown into despair. In her writing she recalls the profound lessons she has learned from this patient man as she struggles with the pain of loss and the challenges of working with her hawk.

In parallel, the author frequently refers to the unpublished journal of T. H. White, a well-known English writer who was also a falconer, albeit an unsuccessful one.

H is for Hawk is a beautiful book on so many levels. Helen Macdonald fearlessly exposes her emotionally raw grief as she immerses herself in the complexities and challenges of falconry. I highly recommend H is for Hawk.

Book Review: The American Heiress

The American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin captured my imagination, especially regarding English protocol. A historical romance, this novel begins in 1893 America with a coming-out party for a rich American girl, Cora Cash. Cora’s ambitious mother wants nothing less than to have her daughter titled, but to do that one must go abroad.

They journey to England and are much sought after. As the result of a horseback riding accident, Cora is rescued by a Duke, Ivo Maltravers, the Ninth Duke of Wareham.

Don’t be fooled into thinking that it’s smooth sailing for the Duke and Duchess. Although they live in a castle with 81 servants, the castle is cold, inconvenient and without bathrooms. Comfort is not the natural order of things here. Besides the immediate chilly atmosphere, what one might expect from marriage isn’t always the norm among royalty.

The American Heiress delves into wealthy lives on both sides of the Atlantic, to issues most of us can’t imagine. What appears to be sheer comfort and opulence has its cold, harsh side. English rules of society can be different than American, and failure to pay heed can be catastrophic.

This novel is steeped in tradition. Daisy Goodwin describes in exquisite detail the fashion of the day—and the discomforts that go with it. The author has a gift for character development and although I was often put off by some of the characters, I felt they were no doubt true to the period.