23 July 2009
The Actor and the Housewife
The real problem with a Shannon Hale novel is the condition in which I find my kitchen after I surface. I am never able to put these books down, and The Actor and the Housewife was no different. So many dishes on my counter. So very many dishes. (sigh)
I absolutely loved this book. Here are a couple of snippets I liked (thanks your majesty for the snippets idea)
And now here she was completely forgetting her kids and thinking in gratuitous exclamation points!
I hate gratuitous exclamation points. This is a main character who is in tune with the subtle nuances of my grammar nazi soul on a very subconscious level.
Last spring they'd had an Under the Sea-themed party, and Christine had created a twenty-foot-long humpback whale out of construction paper and hung it from the ceiling.
I just love that it is not just a whale, but a humpback whale. I don't actually know and love any Christine's, but this line really made the bit character come alive for me.
In summary, I laughed. I cried. Hale had me going that she was going to end the book wrong all the way up until the very end. But if your gut tells you what my gut told me while reading this book, you will not be disappointed. You will be blinded by this book's sheer awesomeness. (Especially if you are a Mormon housewife and strongly identify with the protagonist and generally worship anything Hale writes, as I am, and do.)