Way to Pass the Time #1: Books

Yesterday, I went to one of my favorite places – the library.  I was a little overzealous a few nights ago and put a bunch of things on hold while I was searching Amazon to get links for this post.  As a result of my overzealousness, I had seven books to pick up at the library. 

I thought I had more but it turned out that the Step Up 2 DVD and The Last Olympian (part of the YA Percy Jackson series) were for another person with my first initial and last name.   Of course, I have seen Step Up 2: The Streets because I have friends obsessed with the Step Up series. I have also already read The Olympian because YA books are still books y’all! So, this person who shares my last name and first initial 1) has a lot in common with me in terms of media choices 2) is probably 15.

One of the silver linings in unemployment is being able to read a lot.  I love to read, I wish someone would pay me to do it.  I’m a particularly voracious, indiscriminate reader.  I prefer fiction, but I’ll read anything from “literature” destined to become part of the cannon to fluffy trash. 

I’ve read at least one book for every cover letter I’ve sent out (probably more, I think I’ve read…250+ books in three years).  

Below is a list of some of my favorites from the past three years.  Not all of them were published in the past three years but I have read them all during my underemployment/unemployment.  Book descriptions are generally by Amazon.  When they are mine, its pretty clear. ;)

Historical Fiction

I really enjoy historical fiction, especially when it includes themes that are not commonly explored.  Both of these books touch on slavery and particularly the female slave as concubine/sexual victim.

Property – Valerie Martin

The best part of this book is the protagonist, you feel some pity for her but mostly you want to shake her:  

The year is 1828, the setting a Louisiana sugar plantation where Manon Gaudet, pretty, bitterly intelligent, and monstrously self-absorbed, seethes under the dominion of her boorish husband. In particular his relationship with her slave Sarah, who is both his victim and his mistress.

Wench – Dolen Perkins-Valdez

I think the description does a great job actually, no need for my two cents:   

wench \'wench\ n. from Middle English “wenchel,” 1 a: a girl, maid, young woman; a female child. Situated in Ohio, a free territory before the Civil War, Tawawa House is an idyllic retreat for Southern white men who vacation there every summer with their enslaved black mistresses. It’s their open secret. Lizzie, Reenie, and Sweet are regulars at the resort, building strong friendships over the years. But when Mawu, as fearless as she is assured, comes along and starts talking of running away, things change. To run is to leave everything behind, and for some it also means escaping from the emotional and psychological bonds that bind them to their masters. When a fire on the resort sets off a string of tragedies, the women of Tawawa House soon learn that triumph and dehumanization are inseparable and that love exists even in the most inhuman, brutal of circumstances— all while they bear witness to the end of an era.

Thriller

Hell or High Water – Joy Castro

I have to say, this book threw me for a loop.  I just kind of picked it up, choosing it for its cool cover, yet it somehow panned out.  One of the best thrillers I've read in a long time:   

Nola Céspedes, an ambitious young reporter at the Times-Picayune, catches a break: An assignment to write her first full-length feature. While researching her story, she also becomes fixated on the search for a missing tourist in New Orleans. As Nola’s work leads her into darker corners of the city, a singular narrative voice emerges, and an even more compelling question surfaces: Who is Nola Céspedes?

Headhunters – Jo Nesbø 

Jo Nesbø writes a damn good caper.  He is also an attractive older man.  Clearly, lots of Scandinavian men age like fine fine wine. See: Mads Mikkelsen, Viggo Mortensen and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau (Nikolaj plays Jamie on Games of Thrones and is in the movie adaption of this book.  Get it on Netflix!)  Anyway, Amazon has lots to say about the book and next to nothing to say about smoking hot, distinguished Danish/Norwegian men: 

Roger Brown is a corporate headhunter, and he’s a master of his profession. But one career simply can’t support his luxurious lifestyle and his wife’s fledgling art gallery. At an art opening one night he meets Clas Greve, who is not only the perfect candidate for a major CEO job, but also, perhaps, the answer to his financial woes: Greve just so happens to mention that he owns a priceless Peter Paul Rubens painting that’s been lost since World War II—and Roger Brown just so happens to dabble in art theft. But when he breaks into Greve’s apartment, he finds more than just the painting. And Clas Greve may turn out to be the worst thing that’s ever happened to Roger Brown. 

Little Star – John Ajvide Lindqvist  

This is the author of Let The Right One In a creepy kiddy vampire tale with a Swedish and an American film adaption.  This book is similarly creepy and VERY dark  (no one does dark like the Swedes! It must be all of the parental leave, low crime, kötbullar with extra lingonberry sauce and universal healthcare that gets their imaginations going... Swedish books can never just have one super effed up thing, there always have to be six or seven: "let's have Nazis, ja..then human trafficking, then devil worshipping, oh did ve add some sexual assault or deviant sex? nej, let's add that, ja... oh we are only at four disturbing things...let us add some alcoholism, incest and a troll, ja perfect.  Little Fluffy Bunny's Day Out is ready to go to print!!!" ) Anyway, Amazon sez: 

A man finds a baby in the woods, left for dead. He brings the baby home, and he and his wife raise the girl in their basement. When a shocking and catastrophic incident occurs, the couple’s son Jerry whisks the girl away to Stockholm to start a new life. There, he enters her in a nationwide singing competition. Another young girl who’s never fit in sees the performance on TV, and a spark is struck that will ignite the most terrifying duo in modern fiction.

 

The Racketeer – John Grisham 

His best effort in years. For reals: 

Who is the Racketeer? And what does he have to do with the judge’s untimely demise? His name, for the moment, is Malcolm Bannister. Job status? Former attorney. Current residence? The Federal Prison Camp near Frostburg, Maryland.  On paper, Malcolm’s situation isn’t looking too good these days, but he’s got an ace up his sleeve. He knows who killed Judge Fawcett, and he knows why. The judge’s body was found in his remote lakeside cabin. There was no forced entry, no struggle, just two dead bodies: Judge Fawcett and his young secretary. And one large, state-of-the-art, extremely secure safe, opened and emptied.  What was in the safe? The FBI would love to know. And Malcolm Bannister would love to tell them. But everything has a price—especially information as explosive as the sequence of events that led to Judge Fawcett’s death. And the Racketeer wasn’t born yesterday...

  

Gentlemen and Players – Joanne Harris

The writer of Chocolat weaves a damn near perfect cat and mouse tale: 

For generations, privileged young men have attended St. Oswald's Grammar School for Boys, groomed for success by the likes of Roy Straitley, the eccentric Classics teacher who has been a fixture there for more than thirty years. This year, however, the wind of unwelcome change is blowing, and Straitley is finally, reluctantly, contemplating retirement. As the new term gets under way, a number of incidents befall students and faculty alike, beginning as small annoyances but soon escalating in both number and consequence. St. Oswald's is unraveling, and only Straitley stands in the way of its ruin. But he faces a formidable opponent with a bitter grudge and a master strategy that has been meticulously planned to the final, deadly move.

Worth the Hype

I always have the fear that hyped books will lead to a Lost in Translation experience for me.  That is, wishing I could have not only my money, but the hours of my life back after suffering through something pretty yet banal that the whole damn world swears is "life changing art."  Its like "Fountain" yes yes readymade art yes yes modern art genuis but when it boils down to it, someone famous signed a commode.  That's what Sophia Coppola did, sign a commode and release it to the masses.  I have strong feelings about that movie.  Sorry.  Thankfully,  I am disappointed by movies much more than I am by books.  The ones below totally live up to their hype and their best seller spots.  

Gone Girl: A Novel – Gillian Flynn 

This book does an incredibly good job at keeping up the suspense and messing with your head:  

Marriage can be a real killer.  On a warm summer morning in North Carthage, Missouri, it is Nick and Amy Dunne’s fifth wedding anniversary. Presents are being wrapped and reservations are being made when Nick’s clever and beautiful wife disappears from their rented McMansion on the Mississippi River. Husband-of-the-Year Nick isn’t doing himself any favors with cringe-worthy daydreams about the slope and shape of his wife’s head, but passages from Amy's diary reveal the alpha-girl perfectionist could have put anyone dangerously on edge. Under mounting pressure from the police and the media—as well as Amy’s fiercely doting parents—the town golden boy parades an endless series of lies, deceits, and inappropriate behavior. Nick is oddly evasive, and he’s definitely bitter—but is he really a killer?  As the cops close in, every couple in town is soon wondering how well they know the one that they love. With his twin sister, Margo, at his side, Nick stands by his innocence. Trouble is, if Nick didn’t do it, where is that beautiful wife? And what was in that silvery gift box hidden in the back of her bedroom closet?

The Descendents: A Novel – Kaui Hart Hemmings 

I have not seen the movie but the book is stellar: 

Fortunes have changed for the King family, descendants of Hawaiian royalty and one of the state’s largest landowners. Matthew King’s daughters—Scottie, a feisty ten-year-old, and Alex, a seventeen-year-old recovering drug addict—are out of control, and their charismatic, thrill-seeking mother, Joanie, lies in a coma after a boat-racing accident. She will soon be taken off life support. As Matt gathers his wife’s friends and family to say their final goodbyes, a difficult situation is made worse by the sudden discovery that there’s one person who hasn’t been told: the man with whom Joanie had been having an affair. Forced to examine what they owe not only to the living but to the dead, Matt, Scottie, and Alex take to the road to find Joanie’s lover, on a memorable journey that leads to unforeseen humor, growth, and profound revelations.

The Night Circus – Erin Morgenstern

Beautifully written and just incredibly magical.  I spent a lot of the book thinking "I want to go to this circus!  Why does this circus not exist?!": 

The circus arrives without warning. No announcements precede it. It is simply there, when yesterday it was not. Within the black-and-white striped canvas tents is an utterly unique experience full of breathtaking amazements. It is called Le Cirque des Rêves, and it is only open at night. But behind the scenes, a fierce competition is underway: a duel between two young magicians, Celia and Marco, who have been trained since childhood expressly for this purpose by their mercurial instructors. Unbeknownst to them both, this is a game in which only one can be left standing. Despite the high stakes, Celia and Marco soon tumble headfirst into love, setting off a domino effect of dangerous consequences, and leaving the lives of everyone, from the performers to the patrons, hanging in the balance.

Nonfiction 

Overdressed: The Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion – Elizabeth L. Cline

I touched on this book in another post.  Its changed the way I think about clothes especially the clothes I buy and the clothes I donate:  

In Overdressed, Cline sets out to uncover the true nature of the cheap fashion juggernaut, tracing the rise of budget clothing chains, the death of middle-market and independent retail­ers, and the roots of our obsession with deals and steals. She travels to cheap-chic factories in China, follows the fashion industry as it chases even lower costs into Bangladesh, and looks at the impact (both here and abroad) of America’s drastic increase in imports. She even explores how cheap fashion harms the charity thrift shops and textile recyclers where our masses of cloth­ing castoffs end up.

Chi Running: A Revolutionary Approach to Effortless, Injury-Free Running - Danny and Katherine Dreyer. 

This book literally changed the way I run.  For the first few weeks I followed the program, I was running about a mile per minute faster than I was used to but it didn't FEEL like it.  The wonders of shortening ones stride and increasing cadence...

Sci-fi and Fantasy

A Song of Ice and Fire (Books 1-5) – George R. R. Martin.  

Have you seen the show Game of Thrones? These are the books that inspired HBO's world of kingdoms, dragons, creepy uberblonde twin lovers and Jason Momoa as Khal Drogo... The chapters all have different protagonists so although the books are quite thick, they are pretty fast reading. That being said, the final book was the reason I was relieved to have gotten a kindle for Christmas.  Save your shoulders and pick up the electronic pack.

Fledgling – Octavia Butler

Butler was one of the few Black women sci-fi writers. She effortlessly wove the supernatural and race into fascinating tales.  I am warning you, this gets a little squicky in light of the protagonists perceived age.  Booklist says:  

Shori, a 53-year-old vampire who appears to be a prepubescent girl, awakes alone in a forest, badly burned and scarred, with no memory of what has happened to her. She wanders to a road, from where she is picked up by young Wright Hamlin, whom she bites once she realizes she is a vampire. Wright shelters her, and the two begin a relationship, but Shori is drawn to the site of the fire that burned her. When she and Wright are attacked at the site, she learns of an older vampire, Iosif, who may have the answers she seeks. But when she meets Iosif, she learns that he is her father and that he, too, is in the dark as to who burned the enclave in which Shori and her mothers and sisters were living. When Iosif's enclave meets a similar fate, Shori and Wright flee, determined to track down the people responsible for destroying Shori's family. Butler has a reputation as a master for good reason, and her narrative flows quickly and seamlessly along as Shori seeks those who would destroy her. Gripping and memorable, Butler's latest is a welcome return performance. Kristine Huntley

 

Pariah – Bob Fingerman. 

The author gets downright Swedish in this zombie tale, heaping up the disturbing details and obstacles in what is supposed to be a "dark comedy":  

A global plague has nearly vanquished mankind; the citizenry of New York City is no exception. Eight million zombies. Shoulder to shoulder. Walking the streets, looking for their next meal of human flesh. The residents of an Upper East Side walkup have joined forces to keep themselves safe, the pageant of walking rot outside their windows a constant reminder of the their foreseeable fate. Trapped in the safety of their building, the tenants find themselves at each others’ throats. When they spy a lone teenage girl who walks unharmed among the undead, impervious, their world opens up.

The Parasol Protectorate series – Gail Carriger.

 This series is a ton of fun, combining the supernatural with old fashioned British protocol and old timey technology:  

Alexia Tarabotti is laboring under a great many social tribulations. First, she has no soul. Second, she's a spinster whose father is both Italian and dead. Third, she was rudely attacked by a vampire, breaking all standards of social etiquette. Where to go from there? From bad to worse apparently, for Alexia accidentally kills the vampire -- and then the appalling Lord Maccon (loud, messy, gorgeous, and werewolf) is sent by Queen Victoria to investigate.  With unexpected vampires appearing and expected vampires disappearing, everyone seems to believe Alexia responsible. Can she figure out what is actually happening to London's high society? Will her soulless ability to negate supernatural powers prove useful or just plain embarrassing? Finally, who is the real enemy, and do they have treacle tart.  The Parasol Protectorate is a comedy of manners set in Victorian London: full of werewolves, vampires, dirigibles, and tea-drinking.

Scandal: Well Written

Godchildren and Pride and Avarice – Nicholas Coleridge.   

If these were Danielle Steele or that other one (Jackie Collins? Or is it Joan?)  then not only would they be written on a 5th grade level, each would be the type of drivel that you hide in a Pride and Prejudice cover when you take public transport.  However, this author manages to make scandal not only easy to read and interesting but he does so in a way that saves you from calling this a "guilty pleasure."  These books are written on an 8th grade level, at least.  They sound delicious no?: 

 All the godchildren, looking back on that fateful dinner, remembered it in the same way:  the vacant wooden throne at the head of the table, the huge array of wine glasses and water glasses that were always a feature of dining at any of Marcus' houses, the sense of expectation and dread that hung over them like a cloud of mustard gas.  In his magnificent island home overlooking the sea, the great tycoon Marcus Brand plays host to his six godchildren. But soon, secrets will be revealed that dramatically alter the tone of this holiday weekend, and all will have to confront a web of betrayals and lies spanning four decades... Each from a different background, the godchildren grew up enthralled by their godfather: Charlie, fascinated by Marcus's wealth; Mary, whose life is blighted by tragedy; Jamie, feckless but utterly charming; Saffron, stunningly beautiful but unaware of her power over men; Abigail, insecure and gauche; and Stuart, who is torn between admiration and hatred for his capitalist godfather.

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Gazing from his magnificent Chawbury Manor, Miles Straker has it all. But when noveau riche Ross Clegg buys and builds on the land adjoining his country estate, ruining his perfect view, Miles is irate. Even worse, Ross is quickly taken up by the country gentry, who admire his success and his down-to-earth manners. But Miles is a dangerous enemy and he vows to take the Clegg empire apart piece by piece.

A Step Above Chick Lit

Jennifer Weiner especially: 

In Her Shoes.

Ok this was a re-read but its good.  Of course it caught my attention that the book features an attorney who leaves her firm job to walk dogs for a living.  This would be funny haha if I did not know you can get A DOLLAR A MINUTE to walk dogs in NYC:  

Meet Rose Feller. She's thirty years old and a high-powered attorney with a secret passion for romance novels. She has an exercise regime she's going to start next week, and she dreams of a man who will slide off her glasses, gaze into her eyes, and tell her that she's beautiful. She also dreams of getting her fantastically screwed-up little sister to get her life together. Meet Rose's sister, Maggie. Twenty-eight years old, drop-dead gorgeous and only occasionally employed, Maggie sings backup in a band called Whiskered Biscuit. Although her dreams of big-screen stardom haven't progressed past her left hip's appearance in a Will Smith video, Maggie dreams of fame and fortune -- and of getting her dowdy big sister to stick to a skin-care regime.These two women with nothing in common but a childhood tragedy, shared DNA, and the same size feet, are about to learn that their family is more different than they ever imagined, and that they're more alike than they'd ever believe. 

Dorothy Koonsom especially My Best Friends Girl.  

This was my first Koonsom, but not my last.  She creates complex, vulnerable Black women characters who operate and attempt to successfully navigate British society. Interracial relationships/friendships, overcoming psychological trauma and career/family balance are common themes:  

How far would you go for the best friend who broke your heart? This internationally bestselling novel tells an enchanting tale of life’s most unpredictable loves and heartaches, and the unforgettable bond between a single woman and an extraordinary five-year-old girl. From the moment they met in college, best friends Adele Brannon and Kamryn Matika thought nothing could come between them—until Adele did the unthinkable and slept with Kamryn’s fiancé, Nate. Now, after years of silence, the two women are reuniting, and Adele has a stunning request for her old friend: she wants Kamryn to adopt her five-year-old daughter, Tegan.  Besides the difference in skin color—many will assume that headstrong, impulsive Kamryn is Tegan’s nanny—there’s the inconvenient truth that Kamryn is wholly unprepared to take care of anyone, especially someone who reminds her so much of Nate. With crises brewing at work and her love life in shambles, can Kamryn somehow become the mother a little girl needs her to be?

Mystery/Detective Series

The Leonid McGill series – Walter Mosley.  

The thing about these books are they always leave me wanting more because the protagonist is such a mystery: raised by a Black Marxist father, is married to a promiscuous Dane and counts a ruthless White ex-assassin as his bff.. each book unravels a little piece of the Leonid McGill puzzle.  The Long Fall is the first book in the series:  His name is etched on the door of his Manhattan office: LEONID McGILL, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR. It’s a name that takes a little explaining, but he’s used to it. “Daddy was a communist and great-great- Granddaddy was a slave master from Scotland. You know, the black man’s family tree is mostly root. Whatever you see aboveground is only a hint at the real story. Ex-boxer, hard drinker, in a business that trades mostly in cash and favors: McGill’s an old-school P.I. working a city that’s gotten fancy all around him. Fancy or not, he has always managed to get by—keep a roof over the head of his wife and kids, and still manage a little fun on the side—mostly because he’s never been above taking a shady job for a quick buck. But like the city itself, McGill is turning over a new leaf, “decided to go from crooked to slightly bent.”

The Sophie Katz series – Kyra Davis.  Lots of sassy fluff and fun with a bi-racial Jewish San Fran protagonist: Sex, Murder and a Double Latte is the first in this series: 

 Thriller scribe Sophie Katz is as hard-boiled as a woman who drinks Grande Caramel Brownie Frappuccinos can be. So Sophie knows it's not paranoia or post-divorce, living-alone-again jitters, when she becomes convinced that a crazed reader is sneaking into her apartment to reenact scenes from her books. The police, however, can't tell a good plot from an unmarked grave. When a filmmaker friend is brutally murdered in the manner of a death scene in one of his movies, Sophie becomes convinced that a copycat killer is on the loose -- and that she's the next target. If she doesn't solve the mystery, her own bestseller will spell out her doom. Cursing her grisly imagination (why, oh, why did she have to pick the ax?), Sophie engages in some real-life gumshoe tactics. The man who swoops in to save her in dark alleys is mysterious new love interest Anatoly Darinsky. Of course, if this were fiction, Anatoly would be her prime suspect . . .

The Harry Hole series – Jo Nesbø. 
Nesbø, like the cool ø indicates, is Norwegian.  This means instead of Nazis, sexual assault, deviant sex, incest, human trafficking, devil worshiping, alcoholism and trolls, he swaps out the trolls and incest for a suspiciously ugly but brilliant protagonist that frequently resists the crushing Scandinavian pressure to conform and goes rouge! The Redbreast is the first Harry Hole book:  

 Detective Harry Hole embarrassed the force, and for his sins he’s been reassigned to mundane surveillance tasks. But while monitoring neo-Nazi activities in Oslo, Hole is inadvertently drawn into a mystery with deep roots in Norway’s dark past, when members of the government willingly collaborated with Nazi Germany. More than sixty years later, this black mark won’t wash away—and disgraced old soldiers who once survived a brutal Russian winter are being murdered, one by one. Now, with only a stained and guilty conscience to guide him, an angry, alcoholic, error-prone policeman must make his way safely past the traps and mirrors of a twisted criminal mind. For a conspiracy is taking rapid and hideous shape around Hole . . . and Norway’s darkest hour may be still to come

Nursery Crime series – Jasper Fforde 

This is one of the most original and quirky series I have read.  The author has taken familiar nursery rhyme characters and revamped them for grown ups. I am impatient for Fforde to write more. There have only been two thus far:

 The Big Over Easy: In The Big Over Easy, Fforde takes a break from classic literature and tumbles into the seedy underbelly of nursery crime. Meet Inspector Jack Spratt, family man and head of the Nursery Crime Division. He's investigating the murder of ovoid D-class nursery celebrity Humpty Dumpty, found shattered to death beneath a wall in a shabby area of town. Yes, the big egg is down, and all those brittle pieces sitting in the morgue point to foul play.

 The Fourth Bear:  The Gingerbreadman—sadist, psychopath, cookie—is on the loose in Reading, but that’s not who Detective Jack Spratt and Sergeant Mary Mary are after. Instead, they’ve been demoted to searching for missing journalist “Goldy” Hatchett. The last witnesses to see her alive were the reclusive Three Bears, and right away Spratt senses something furry—uh, funny—about their story, starting with the porridge. The Fourth Bear is a delirious new romp from our most irrepressible fabulist.

YA

Sometimes reading below your grade level is fruitful.  I have a lot in common with young adults anyway.  I am perpetually broke, have no job and long to ride a skateboard successfully.  

Speak – Laurie Halse Anderson.   

I decided to read this after someone recommended it in a Jezebel comment.  When it comes to book suggestions, I am really not picky:   

"Speak up for yourself--we want to know what you have to say." From the first moment of her freshman year at Merryweather High, Melinda knows this is a big fat lie, part of the nonsense of high school. She is friendless, outcast, because she busted an end-of-summer party by calling the cops, so now nobody will talk to her, let alone listen to her. As time passes, she becomes increasingly isolated and practically stops talking altogether. Only her art class offers any solace, and it is through her work on an art project that she is finally able to face what really happened at that terrible party: she was raped by an upperclassman, a guy who still attends Merryweather and is still a threat to her. Her healing process has just begun when she has another violent encounter with him. But this time Melinda fights back, refuses to be silent, and thereby achieves a measure of vindication.

The Book Thief – Markus Zusak

Given to me by a friend actually.  This is a serious tearjerker in the way that Holocaust books involving children (in this case, a German girl) can only be: 

 It’s just a small story really, about among other things: a girl, some words, an accordionist, some fanatical Germans, a Jewish fist-fighter, and quite a lot of thievery. . . .Set during World War II in Germany, Markus Zusak’s groundbreaking new novel is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement before he is marched to Dachau.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower – Stephen Chbosky

I admit I read quite a few books that become movies without seeing the movie...  Usually the book is better than the movie anyway (except for the Lord of the Rings,  bah! Bah I say!! I should go to Tolkein's heirs houses, South Park style, and demand my $12 back!).  Ignore Publisher's Weekly calling The Perks of Being a Wallflower trite.  They clearly did not come of age in the early 90s... This novel took me back to my flannel wearing teen angst days.  Its protagonist was also reminiscent of the protagonist in one of my favorite books The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime.  

Amazon says: the perks of being a wallflower is a story about what it’s like to travel that strange course through the uncharted territory of high school. the world of first dates, family dramas, and new friends. of sex, drugs, and the rocky horror picture show. of those wild and poignant roller-coaster days known as growing up.

Liar –Justine Larbalestier.  

Not a lot I can say about this without spoiling it:  

 Micah is a liar. That's the one thing she won't lie about. Over the years, she's duped her classmates, her teachers, and even her parents. But when her boyfriend Zach dies under brutal circumstances, Micah sets out to tell the truth. At first the truth comes easily-because it is a lie. Other truths are so unbelievable, so outside the realm of normal, they must be a lie. And the honest truth is buried so deep in Micah's mind even she doesn't know if it's real.

Daughter of Smoke and Bone – Laini Taylor.  

A blue haired heroine who collects teeth for her monster family and lives in Prague? Sign me up:   

Around the world, black handprints are appearing on doorways, scorched there by winged strangers who have crept through a slit in the sky.  In a dark and dusty shop, a devil's supply of human teeth grown dangerously low.  And in the tangled lanes of Prague, a young art student is about to be caught up in a brutal otherwordly war.  Meet Karou. She fills her sketchbooks with monsters that may or may not be real; she's prone to disappearing on mysterious "errands"; she speaks many languages--not all of them human; and her bright blue hair actually grows out of her head that color. Who is she? That is the question that haunts her, and she's about to find out.  When one of the strangers--beautiful, haunted Akiva--fixes his fire-colored eyes on her in an alley in Marrakesh, the result is blood and starlight, secrets unveiled, and a star-crossed love whose roots drink deep of a violent past. But will Karou live to regret learning the truth about herself?

Westerns

The cool thing about both of these books is the way they use language, its simultaneously formal (no contractions) and informal (cool use of old timey expressions). 

True Grit – Charles Portis

Have not seen either movie but the book was phenomenal and quite short - a quick, satisfying read: 

It tells the story of Mattie Ross, who is just fourteen years of age when a coward going by the name of Tom Chaney shoots her father down in Fort Smith, Arkansas, and robs him of his life, his horse, and $150 in cash money. Mattie leaves home to avenge her father's blood. With the one-eyed Rooster Cogburn, the meanest available U.S. Marshal, by her side, Mattie pursues the homicide into Indian Territory.

The Sisters Brothers – Patrick deWitt

Who doesn't love it when a book makes them root for the kind of shady guys?:   

Hermann Kermit Warm is going to die. The enigmatic and powerful man known only as the Commodore has ordered it, and his henchmen, Eli and Charlie Sisters, will make sure of it. Though Eli doesn't share his brother's appetite for whiskey and killing, he's never known anything else. But their prey isn't an easy mark, and on the road from Oregon City to Warm's gold-mining claim outside Sacramento, Eli begins to question what he does for a living–and whom he does it for. 

Disappointments

I didn’t finish any of these but the Harris. I am getting to the point where I feel comfortable deciding not to finish a book if it doesn’t hold my attention. I'm not even going to link to them, I was so disappointed! (Or I could be sick of posting links)  Here were the stinkers I encountered (most of them recent):

The Danger of Proximal Alphabets – Kathleen Alcott

 ie The Danger of me falling asleep while I try to read this on my kindle. Really. Slow. 

Zone One – Colson Whitehead 

Zoned Out and didn't finish even half - Me.  I so wanted to like this. I love zombies!  But alas, it failed to keep me interested.  

May We Be Forgiven – A.M. Homes

There was potential here, it is certainly well written... but I lost patience.  I may give this another go. 

Peaches for Father Francis – Joanne Harris

An unsuccessful attempt to neatly combine: magic, chocolate, fundamentalist Islam, French xenophobia and racism, Catholicism, death, sexual assault and peaches. You read that correctly.  I am afraid I may have made this sound sexy and intriguing.  It was not and I am a HUGE Harris fan.

The Family Corleone – Ed Falco

The Godfather was nothing short of a masterpiece – both in book and film form.  The Family Corleone is supposed to be the prequel to The Godfather.  It is supposed to tell the tale Puzo never had the chance to tell.  Sadly, this was to Puzo like The Daily Mail is to the New York Times.  Hm, that was unfair.   The Family Corleone is far far less fun to read than the Daily Mail.  

I hope you find something you like in this list. Off to bed!

I have a technological announcement to make...

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When I was at home in lovely central CT, we went to the AT&T store to renew our contracts and pick up new phones.  Of course, my mom also ended up amusing the salesperson to death with our curmudgeon routine.

“We don’t want smart phones, we want cheap flip phones. Where are the free phones? What no free phones?! Only 99 cent phones?!  The flip phones all cost extra money and the plans only have a $5 difference?!  Why are you basically making everyone choose smart phones, is it to force people to pay for expensive data plans?  I want my prune juice now! I hate tapioca pudding!  Why don’t these damn kids GET OFF OF MY LAWN?!”

The nice salesman took it all in stride (even telling us TMobile would be cheaper) but he bust out laughing when “Dani California” (by Red Hot Chili Peppers, natch) came on and my mom asked “Is this rap?”  Poor guy just burst out laughing while I attempted to explain the difference between RHCP and Jay Z (I did take care to mention that they have shared a producer in the legendary RickRubin). Besides that, the young man (he was in his 20s, I am allowed to refer to him as a young man, no?) was extremely patient as we bitched, moaned and ultimately chose phones.

It doesn’t help I was anxious about losing my precious Nokia flip phone.  This phone and I have been through a lot in two years namely lots of snickering and stares of disbelief from friends/family who sip on haterade, run of the mill haters and those who hold the much reviled PhD (playa haters degree). 

Their powerful hating made no difference in my feelings.  I loved my little red Nokia.  I could call and text on it and access the internet in a pinch. I dropped it at least a dozen times. Each time it broke into three or four neat pieces that I put back together with no change in the way the phone worked.  In the end, my baby was nicked, scraped and held together with cheap super glue and packing tape: 

So, I knew it was time to get a new phone.   Nonetheless, I was hoping that I could, at least, continue with Nokia and get a Lumia.  However, the Lumia was substantially more than 99 cents so I wound up with…. an iPhone. Sigh. It is only an iPhone 4 so I take comfort in the fact I do not have the current model.

I am mainly concerned with having my eyes gorilla glued to the damn thing the way many peoples’ eyes seem to be.  So, I am taking precautions.  So far, I have downloaded two additional apps: Find my Phone and Google Maps. I don’t have any music on it.  I refuse to download any games. I have used Facetime, which is lovely for friends living abroad with whom I’d normally Skype.

It still doesn’t feel right though, its like an arranged marriage. Texting is still really awkward because of my fingernails. I did choose to protect my investment – I now have a cover  a la Marshalls (which features a blue Union Jack…it was $8 and I’m not picky) and a screen protector (included with the cover).

I may grow to love this electronic temptress; I may, like everyone insists, become one of those people obsessed with checking my email and playing games and downloading apps left and right… but I still dearly miss my homely little Nokia.

Happy 2013!

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Sorry for the delay in posts!  I've been unusually busy ironing out running groups, volunteering, visiting family and, well, Netflix.

2012 comes to a close today and that seriously slipped my mind because unemployment for me means that all of the days kind of run together. Since the last six months of 2012 has been mediocre at best, good riddance! 

  

Don’t get me wrong, there were some fabulous bright spots like:

• Running the Peachtree Roadrace and visiting some of my favorite law school friends in Atlanta
•  Moving to a city I love and now living in a great place with a cool roomie in an awesome neighborhood
• Running the Hana Relay in Maui with some (but not all) of my favorite Wellesley friends
• Visiting friends in NY (city and Long Island)
• Friends’ weddings, engagements, positive bar results, pregnancies and new babies 
• Thrifty fashion accomplishments: D&G gold lace dress ($90), Theory silk tank ($2), DVF tank top ($8) that I purchased at Clothes Encounters of a Second Kind. 
• Successfully poached eggs and made hollandaise for the first time ever for Latkes Benedict (infra)!   
• Received two Au Bon Pain coupons after (for a free sandwich/salad AND soda) complaining to them about messing up a sandwich order when I traveled to the Sixth Ring of Hell (ie Port Authority) for Thanksgiving

For the most part though, I’ve spent the past six months wondering what happens when my savings finally run out and I have no employment (next month!), where I can get some awesome lengua tacos in DC and why I bothered to go to law school anyway (because I’ve always wanted to be a public interest attorney but maybe I should have just gotten that Masters in English/MFA like Professor Emeritus Finkelpearl suggested.  He made this comment after telling me I was “very bright” but not working to my potential regarding a particular analysis in 17^th Century Literature.  I admit to being somewhat lazy for that paper.  Ever read one of John Donne’s elegies? No? Don’t).

Anyway, now is the time to make resolutions and I shall share them with you, my nearest and dearest.

  

   1. Run more.  I’ve been averaging about four days a week and would like to bump that up to five.  It has gotten a little more challenging because it is getting colder but, thankfully, my dad bought me another pair of cold weather tights for Christmas: Saucony’sWomen's Omni LX Tight II.  I’ve run in them twice and they held up to CT cold so DC should be no sweat.  They are warm, comfortable and actually long enough, which is sweet. I now have TWO pairs of running tights. Yes. Two! I feel like a Rockerfeller.  Sadly, I only FEEL like the offspring of a millionaire oil tycoon.  I would like to resolve to run a race a month, but that cost money.  Has no one ever heard of a free fun run in the DC metro area?!

2. Eat Better. Now, some people are stress eaters, I am not.  My appetite dips lower than Freak Nasty when I am stressed, depressed or anxious.  Being unemployed with no end in sight provides the perfect platform for a constant, low-level buzz of depression, stress and anxiety that messes with my appetite.  Consequently, my eating habits are all messed up and my meals are poorly balanced.  I made Latkes Benedict the day before a cholesterol test for Pete’s sake! (It was delicious and my cholesterol is "excellent" according to my doctor).  

 

      So, I resolve to eat better, more frequent, more balanced meals.

If your News Years resolution is to lose weight, I can tell you from personal experience that being unemployed, moving to a walkable city and running in order to stave off a mental breakdown have all worked really well for me!  I wouldn’t recommend it, but I do fit into my Lund era jeans again!

3. Stay in Touch.  I make this resolution every year.  I think I can count this blog in my efforts. 

S    4. Slow my roll.  So the top definition of Slow Your Roll in Urban Dictionary says: 

Term used to inform a homie that he's getting outta control and he might want to shut the hell up before he gets beat the hell up.

"Yo dawg, you better slow your roll fool."

That’s not exacttttttly what I mean.  As homies go, I don’t run my mouth that much.  No one has every threatened to beat me “the hell up.”  I guess that’s a good thing… I much prefer part one of the second most popular definition:

1. Slow Down. Be Calm.
2. Slow down your game. Stop coming on so strong to a female.

             

1. "Slow your roll homie, I'm tryin' to relax up in this mutha."

 2. "You'd better slow your roll junior player, you'll just get shutdown down out going like that." 

I need to calm down, relax, embrace que sera sera.  I don’t want to be the homie preventing    

people from relaxing in this mutha! 

On a side note, I loathe the use of “female.” No one ever uses “male.”  I certainly don’t tell my friends, “So this male walked up to me and stroked my face from temple to chin” (True story, happened in Havana and I was so flustered I conjugated “tocar” wrong when I yelled  

at him not to touch me.  Commands are tricky!).

  

        5. Buy Less Clothing.  This is not a problem now since I am broke, but I am going to try to buy fewer new clothes and more second hand clothing.  I've always been a thrift and consignment store shopper and I prefer natural fibers so I've never been a Forever 21 person, but this book Overdressed: the Shockingly High Cost of Cheap Fashion, has definitely made me more conscientious about my shopping habits.  I highly recommend the book, by the way.

I hope everyone has a fabulous New Year celebration and here’s to 2013 being better than 2012!

Grrrrrrr Arrrrrrrgh

Lemme tell you about applying for federal jobs....  I think few job application processes are so utterly soul sucking in nature. Basically you spend lots of timing scrolling through USAJobs painstakingly matching your qualifications with the job listings.  Then you tailor your resume, cover letter and writing sample to the job because man, you are PERFECT for this job. 

Take this position I applied for in August: 

Job Title:Experienced Attorney

Department:Department Of Homeland Security
Agency:Citizenship and Immigration Services

SALARY RANGE:	$89,033.00 to $155,500.00 / Per Year
OPEN PERIOD:	Friday, July 27, 2012 to Friday, August 17, 2012
SERIES & GRADE:	GS-0905-13/15
POSITION INFORMATION:	Full Time - Excepted Service Permanent
PROMOTION POTENTIAL: 15
DUTY LOCATIONS:	2 vacancies in the following location: Washington DC Metro Area, DC United States
WHO MAY APPLY:	United States Citizens

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DUTIES:

The attorney selected will serve as an advisor to the Division Chief, the Chief Counsel, and to USCIS and other Departmental components on issues relating to U.S. immigration laws and international treaty obligations.  This attorney would be responsible for providing legal advice on a number of protection issues, including but not limited to asylum, overseas refugee resettlement programs, temporary protected status, parole, VAWA, T and U visas, adoptions, special immigrant juveniles and the Convention Against Torture.A background in public international refugee and asylum law, and an understanding of U.S. immigration law and practice, are helpful. Strong legal research and writing skills, and the ability to complete assignments with short deadlines, are essential.

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QUALIFICATIONS REQUIRED:

Applicants must possess a J.D. degree from an ABA-accredited law school, be an active member of the bar (any jurisdiction), and have at least one year of post-J.D. experience.

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You know what it sounds like they want?

Me. 

USCIS: We are looking for someone with experience analyzing and interpreting international human rights law, especially treaty obligations. 
Me: Oh, great!  In addition to earning an LLM IN HUMAN RIGHTS LAW from ONE OF THE BEST PROGRAMS IN THE WORLD where I graduated AT THE TOP OF MY CLASS, I actually have an article published in the European Journal for Migration and Law where I interpreted Sweden's treaty obligations under the ICESCR.  I understand this is not domestic, so I have also extensively analyzed US treaty obligations as part of my LLM, thesis and research assistant position.  

I am intimately acquainted with the Refugee Convention.  Just ask my Swedish ex-boyfriend and he will tell you I spent *far* more time with treaties in the haunted RWI library than with him!

USCIS: We're looking for someone with a year of post JD experience who has worked with VAWA, T U, CAT, asylum and refugee law.
Me: I am knowledgeable of VAWA, U, SIJ and withholding of removal cases from my two years as an immigration attorney.  My experience with CAT and Asylum law is reflected in my EOIR judicial externship where I researched extremely complex asylum and removal cases.  During my time there, I drafted several opinions. When I left, the judges gave me a plaque to thank me for my service.  True story.

USCIS: We're looking for a research and writing genius. 
Me: At Catholic Charities, I was routinely introduced as the attorney who researched the "tricky" and complex cases.  For example, when a client was worried about whether her bi-racial child might be attacked if she returned to x country, I found a Ref World article from a Canadian Court that supports that contention.  We added it to the 200 other articles and decisions I found that supported her claim.   I am like the (November 2012 version) Manny Pacquiao of legal research and writing.

USCIS: How nice....you have all of this interesting and...relevant experience.  What we're going to do is say you were referred to the selecting officer and then make you wait approximately five months before we tell you someone else was chosen.
Me: Don't I even get an interview?  I've gotten dozens of VAWA and U approvals! I once got a T appeal back in two weeks! Are there really so many immigration attorneys out there with an LLM in human rights and an article analyzing treaty obligations published in an international journal dedicated to migration?! But...but... I work well with others and would never come to work in a pair of elastic waist pants!

USCIS: Thanks for playing who wants to be a federal employee! 
Me: I wonder if Giant*  has Manischewitz on sale... I have been meaning to try Cherry....


 *Stop and Shop for those of you in NE

Of course, it does not help that before I received their "disposition" as they call it, I sat down to have some tasty latkes, applesauce and sour cream only to find MOLD in my Giant brand applesauce!!! I was reduced to eating latkes with just sour cream.  The injustice of it....

Thankfully, today was not without its positives: 

• I had a physical with no co-pay during which my doctor (and his student minion) extolled the benefits of socialized medicine.  Afterward I went to the pharmacy to pick up my slut pills (Limbaugh branding) and didn't pay a cent. Go Obamacare!!!

• Oh, and I have a second interview on Wednesday for the job I mentioned last week.  I tell you, its all about the thank you note sent via snail mail....

Now back to Willy Nelson ("Hallelujah") and USAJobs....

Cialis for Runners

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A large part of keeping sane during this process is running.  Running and eating cheese (have you ever had Cabot’s Habanero Cheddar on whole grain Wasa?  Enough to make you momentarily forget that the highlight of your day is eating cheddar on Swedish made hippie bread because you HAVE NO JOB).

For the past two years or so I have been a lazy, foolish, injured runner.  I’ve had strains and pulls and stress fractures.  I’ve let my pace slow to something between adorable sloth and venomous slow loris (I googled this so you didn't have to. You're welcome).  With so much time on my hands, I’ve decided to rectify that situation.

David Haring / Duke Lemur Center

My next race is a half marathon in Goteborg, Sweden in May and its imperative that I beat my friends, who happen to be Swedish man twins.  Despite the fact that I am older and of the female persuasion, I think I have a decent chance of reducing them to quivering masses of smorgas, meatballs, brown Norwegian cheese, beer and horsemeat (this is the staple of any nice Swedish boy's diet).  

In order to overcome their fancy socialized medicine, fantastic diet and clear physiological advantages, I will have to train properly.  So, I’ve spent the past two weeks checking out (free!) running groups in the DC area as a means of kick starting my motivation.  I joined DC Capital Striders on Meetup and tried their Thursday group (it was super nice). My Thursdays are now tied up so I am looking into trying them out another day.   

As of now, I have two regular groups now that are both run out of stores: Lululemon and Fleet Feet.

Lululemon, Monday Nights.  This is where I admit that I do not own a single piece of Lululemon gear. I’ve been in the store, I have friends who swear by their clothes.  I am sure they make great stuff and it looks really nice.  However, I probably won’t buy it in the future unless I make a friend with an employee discount because:

1)    Even employed, I’m too cheap to spend $90 on a pair of yoga pants. That might be because although I did practice yoga in Portland, it was to address my terrible inflexibility and to stave off running injuries.  If I were serious about yoga I might invest the money (like I do with running shoes.  They are the only thing for which I will pay full price with no quibbling or inner debate).

2)    I distrust non-running companies that make running clothes.  I am sure this is some type of elitist snobbery.  Then again, maybe marketers are doing their jobs and I have awesome brand loyalty.  In any case, Nike, New Balance, Brooks, Asics, etc generally make my socks, shoes, shorts and jackets.   I admit to having a lot of Nike gear because of Green Mountain Running Camp and all of those trips to the Employee Store (50% off!) when I lived in Portland.  However, I think a lot of it stems from experience.  I have Nike and Adidas shorts from high school that have held up 15 years later. I’d also rather shell out $90 on a pair of Sporthill tights recommended to me by a running friend than $110 on a pair by Lululemon.  I’m paying $20 for the branding and if I had $20 to throw away, I would throw it away on FOOD (at Whole Foods on cheese ends, those bright green olives in the olive bar and at least half a dozen cookies in the cookie bar...).

3)    Lululemon is pretty body conscious clothing and please believe me when I say I could give three effs about what my body looks like when I am running.* I just want to be comfortable and noticeable so cars do not hit me and deer do not collide with me. I am not a cute runner anyway. I sweat, drip, spit, breath loudly etc.  I laugh at "Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me" and frequently go "NO WAY" during "Savage LoveCast"... both make me look certifiable.  I don’t fault people who want to look nice, sane and color coordinated, I’m just not one of them. 

So, Lululemon’s running club was good enough for government work (sorry Fed/State friends...its just an expression!), which is to say:

1.     Stereotypical.  Dudes who have to be in front? Check. Woman with a face full of makeup, a tank top and shorts in 40 degree weather? Check.  Cliques on a high school level? Check. Thankfully for me, I view this Lululemon group running thing like a reality star villain:  I am not here to make friends ok? This is a competition! I’m just using you to get fast.  No, I don’t want to have a beer after the run.  I am poor and sweaty and getting cold! Who stole my Wasa bread?!

2.     Motivating.  My first run, I wound up behind one of the aforementioned dudes after a while and it was exhilarating to draft off of him until the end of the run.  For some reason, I run a LOT faster when I am with a group of people.  At LL, I am probably that obnoxious chick pushing the pace but that’s just because running with a group perks up my flaccid competitive impulses.  LL is my running Cialis.

3.     Convenient.  It meets Mondays at 6:30 and is a mere 1.3 miles from my apartment so I run there.  We stash our coats in one of the dressing rooms so it should still be convenient when I get a job.

Fleet Feet, Wednesday Nights.   As much as I am disinclined to buy LL gear, I am inclined to buy running shoes from running stores.  I like it when I can take shoes for a spin outside.  I like it when a clerk can look at my stride and my feet and tell me which pair shows less pronation.  I also inevitably end up choosing the most expensive shoe I try on and google shopping never shows much of a discount.  I will definitely buy my next pair of shoes (bound to be $100+) at Fleet Feet when I get a j-o-b or an aspartame daddy.

Every Wednesday Night, Fleet Feet has a ladies night.  Thus, all of the runners are women.  Like Ann Romney, "I LOVE YOU WOMENNNNNNNN" so this is cool for me.  Practical benefits include giving us little pieces of paper with the route instructions, permitting us to stash our stuff in the store and making water available for free.

The employees and other runners are genuinely nice.  They acted as if they’d like to get to know me (GASP) and they remembered my name.  Its almost like being back in Portland!  I tend to relax a little more here and go with an easier pace.  There is not much more to say here because running with the Fleet Feet ladies is just one of those nice, low maintenance experiences. 

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I hope that running on the regular with groups twice a week improves my conditioning and that gradually increasing my mileage stops those overuse issues I am prone to….  Hopefully, when I get a job I can keep this up.  I admit that even after all of these years (17 and counting) it is SO much easier to commit to a run when you know other people will be there.

*I admit to being a hypocrite re: looking awesome in running clothes when it comes to these tights.  I saw them and wanted them instantly.  Of course, so did everyone else.  Bah!

Getting Awesome

Yesterday I had a job interview (the 3rd in 6 months! I am totally on a roll here) so of course I had to go through the motions:

1. Research.  I spent a few days researching not only the organization (child rights and family law), but also local/national legislation, research reports (in this case from DC Child and Family Services as well as the Children's Defense Fund) and my interviewers (where did they attend school? What did they do before they ended up in their current position? Do they like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain?).  I also look over a list of common interview questions and jot down short responses based on the job listing.  Its a lot like cramming for an exam.  In this case, since I am not especially familiar with custody/family law and the DC foster care system, there was a lot of ground to cover. 

2. Rock the suit.  I am an attorney.  I am an attorney who was raised on the East Coast by a Southern mama.  I wear suits to legal and corporate job interviews.  I also attended Wellesley.  Therefore, I pair my suit with pearls.  When I dress for an interview, I want to convey that I can look professional and that I *care* what the people I will be meeting with think of my appearance.

I actually really like suits.  They are low maintenance, warm and generally flattering.  I don't own many skirt suits (the shock!) but that is because if I want to wear them in winter, decorum and my Southern mama insist I wear pantyhose or tights.  I hate panty hose and tights with the passion of a thousand Sons (of Anarchy) so I tend to limit my skirt suits to Fall and Spring. Sometimes, when have to wear a skirt or dress in the winter, I cheat with riding boots...

For you fashion plates out there: The suit I wore was a gray pantsuit with blue and off white pin stripes (Bennetton, love the cut of their suits).  The shell was off white and V neck.  The pearls were blue. The shoes were embellished neutral flats.


3. Makeup.  I am not a makeup person generally.  If I am networking or going out with friends, I'll do some quick eye makeup and some gloss.  Interviewing, however, requires a full face of the stuff: foundation, eye primer, eye shadow, eye liner, mascara and lipstick.   Is this reflective of being raised in a patriarchal hegemony? Perhaps. For me though, its like wearing a suit: I want to look professional and I want to look like I care.  Since I am usually bare faced, putting on makeup is an extra effort for me.  Making that extra effort puts me in a different frame of mind.  Mac Studio Fix Foundation = Time to Get Serious.

4.  Getting Awesome before the interview.  This is a new part of my preparation... Stay with me here:

One of my Bennetton Wendies (ie Wellesley friends) told this hilarious story about how one of her friends was with a paramour and he wasn't up to par so she said "Get off of me!"  What he heard however was, "Get AWESOME" so he  stopped what he was doing and raised his arms in true Mr. Universe Style.  We have since gotten awesome in photographs as a tribute (ie to mock) that hilarious man.  

Little did I know, however, that getting awesome is also GREAT preparation for the real world.  There is an amazing Ted Talk that features HBS (Shout out to T!) professor, Amy Cuddy, discussing how body language can have both a psychological and physical effect on you. Cuddy and her co-authors found that assuming a high power pose before an interview can raise testosterone (thus assertiveness and power) and lower cortisol (stress). 

Before the interview, I took a few moments while I waited to Get Awesome.  My Awesome pose was more of a Wonderman: straight posture and hands on the hips.  I think my interview went well. I did feel confident and assertive. I did not feel especially stressed even when some hypotheticals were thrown my way (takin' it back to law school)

5. Sending Thank You Notes After the Interview.  I don't know if you know this about me, but I am old skool (thats right, with a "k") in some ways.  I don't wear white after Labor Day/before Memorial Day.  I have a Nokia flip phone. I Don't Smoke Buddha, Can't stand sess, Yes. I still own a pair of Versace jeans from the 90s complete with purple sequins and a high waist (purchased from an Outlet mall, of course). 

Consistent with my sporadic old skool sensibilities, I hand write thank you notes after an interview and send them in the mail (usually with a Black heritage stamp, Miles Davis in this case). Apparently this is a dying practice, which is news to me.  I suppose it is tit for tat because other dying practices in this recession include:

1) Actually acknowledging receipt of an application
2) Following up with interviewees in order to formally reject them.


Now, I get to sit back and wait.  I think this organization is professional enough to give formal rejections.  It is a weird thing to actually look forward to hearing someone say (or reading) that you will not be offered the position.  To me, that is simply an indication of respect and a display of good manners.  Sadly, those are rare things these days so I cling to actual rejections as indications that the world is not completely devoid of courtesy.