09
Feb

The Book of Wow

I was in Wal-Mart a few weeks ago, for the sole purpose of eye-balling my new romance novel on this giant retailer’s shelves, when I stumbled across the book we’re going to talk about today.

I first plucked it off the shelf because of the title. Throw in the cover and the backjacket copy and, well, I was intrigued enough to buy the book.  I brought it home and set it on my nightstand with the hopes I’d get to it soon.

A few nights later I picked it up and read for about twenty minutes, the first few pages tipping me off to this author’s amazing ability of setting a scene…and characters…and story.

Wow.

The Book of Bright Ideas, by Sandra Kring, is a can’t-miss in my humble opinion. For a ton of reasons, this book spoke to me in a way few have in a very long time. In fact, I found myself folding over pages as I read simply because she said things in such a way I knew I’d want to refer back to them…  brightideas

Not as a writer, but as a person.

Here’s the bookjacket copy that sucked me in…

Wisconsin 1961. Evelyn “Button” Peters is nine when Winnalee Malone and her sister, Freeda, blow into town–and from the moment she sees them, Button knows this will be a summer unlike any other.

Much to her mother’s dismay, Button is fascinated by the malone sisters, especially Winnalee, a feisty scrap of a thing who carries around a shiny urn containing her mother’s ashes and a tome she calls “The Book of Bright Ideas.” It is here, Winnalee tells Button, that she recors everything she learns: her answers to the mysteries of life. But sometimes those mysteries conceal a truth better left buried. In this summer of dry heat and family upheaval, loyalties will be tested, unlikely alliances formed, and devastating secrets revealed. And when it’s over, no one–from Winnalee and her sister to Button and her family–will ever be the same.

That’s the back jacket copy.

To which I would add one word…

Wow.

There’s so much I want to say about this story, but can’t because I don’t want to ruin it for any of you who opt to go and get this (you should). But there are a few things I have to say…

Throughout the story, Winnalee and Button add things to their “Book of Bright Ideas.” Observations about life through the eyes of nine-year-olds…lessons that are both sweet and tender yet make you wince at times because they’re the kind of lessons you wish they didn’t have to learn.

Near the end of the story, Button learns a few more–though they aren’t ones that make their way into the special book. Nonetheless, they stood out to me (how could they not, the writing is spectacular)…

**”We looked around the room some more, not talking. I think Ma and Aunt Verdella felt like I did. Like a pumpkin after the insides have been scraped away. Ma and Aunt Verdella walked in front of me down the stairs, moving slow, just like me. I guess at that moment I learned that there’s nothing heavier to carry than emptiness.”

And then there was this which brings me to our topic…

**”It seems to me that after someone sweeps across your life like a red-hot flame, peeling back the shutters that sat over your heart and your mind and setting free your sweetest dreams or your worst nightmares, after things cool down you’ve got two choices.  You can either slip back into your old life, tucking those things you were too scared to look at back into hiding, or you can keep those parts of yourself out until you get so used to them that they don’t scare you anymore and they just become a part of who you are.”

Wow, huh?

So here’s my question for today–a tough one to pick as this book stirred up many for me:

Have you ever had someone enter your life who simply made it better? Someone who taught you things or shared special moments with you or changed you in some way…only to have them disappear?

~Elizabeth

6 Responses to “The Book of Wow”

  1. Lynn
    February 9th, 2010 at 9:11 am

    Laurie H. She was a flute player who took me under her wing when I entered high school. For two years she let me be part of her ‘crew’, turned me on to Tolkien and let me read her poetry. She was amazing and I wanted to be just like her. If you read the Lord of the Rings, she even looked like Lady Gladriel, long blond hair, slender. We even had our own Ranger -who I worshiped from afar. When she went away to college, we kept in touch but then I lost her.

    I reached out once but she didn’t respond back. I know she taught me so much in those two years –mostly about knowing and loving myself –that I was worthy. Lessons I promptly forgot and had to relearn.

    But she was there for a while and I bless her for her kindness to a very scared little girl.

  2. JD Rhoades
    February 9th, 2010 at 9:46 am

    Heh. You buried the lede, Liz. You blew right past the fact that YOUR BOOK IS IN FREAKIN’ WALMART OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!

  3. Joe
    February 9th, 2010 at 10:54 am

    Many times I’ve told my daughter that friendships are like seasons. They warm, they cool, and sometimes you leave them behind.

    I’ve been blessed in that the people closest to me haven’t been taken, or chosen to leave.

    When the time comes, I hope I remember this: Life is always in motion. And you never know who’s going to step around a corner, walk into a room, or invite you to coffee. As I told my daughter, sometimes people wander off, and you can’t, or won’t, follow. It hurts.

    But that doesn’t undo all the good that came from having that person in your life.

    Sounds like an awesome book. I’ll put it on my TBR list.

  4. Dru
    February 9th, 2010 at 11:25 am

    I had a friend, who passed away too soon, taught me that I can only be me and no one else.

  5. Elizabeth
    February 9th, 2010 at 11:48 am

    I had a “Laurie H.” once, too, Lynn. Only mine came much later in life. It was the kind of friendship I treasured more than I can ever explain. Yet, after ten years, she walked out–without so much as a glance over her shoulder. Six months later it still hurts. And I’ve shed more than a few tears over something that simply wasn’t right. I try to remember the good stuff–the late night talks, the travels, the happy memories. But right now it’s still too painful. Maybe in time…

    And the other one was Michelle. Only Michelle left no scars behind. We had the kind of friendship that was just fun. We laughed. All the time. And then, one day, she went through something horrific and the laughter stopped in favor of hugs and support. I helped her through a tough time–as I should have. Because that’s what friends do. But when she found a guy she disappeared into the sunset. For some reason, I was wise enough to see what Joe said above. I was able to realize that we came into each other’s lives for a short time for a reason. To laugh. To have fun. For me to support her through an awful experience and to give her the puff of air she needed to move on. And she—well, she gave me one of the greatest gifts…she tracked down a long lost family member for me. Someone I’ve been in contact with ever since. I believe that I will see michelle again. I hope I’m right.

  6. Kate Hathway
    February 9th, 2010 at 11:52 am

    There were a number of teachers, and my elementary school librarian, who had that type of big, but fleeting impact on me. The one who made the brightest impression was an amazing man named Rod Meadows. He was my 9th grade Honors History teacher, and I will always remember him as a brilliant teacher.

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