The Handmaid's Tale

I read this book for three reasons. One, I got it at my book swap party; two, it’s on my list for the New Classics Challenge; and three, I've had it on my TBR list after reading a few different reviews. I think a lot of people have already read this book, so I’m coming to the table a little late for dinner, but I thought this was a really good read. It combined my secret love for the occasional sci fi book along with a good story. But this isn’t space ship sci fi, it’s more like “what if the world we’re accustomed to was turned upside down and a new government emerged based on religion where fertile women become ‘Handmaids’ and are forced to produce babies for elite barren couples?” What then?

Offred, the narrator, is a Handmaid who remembers her life when she had a husband and a job, and life was mostly as we know it now. Fast forward like 5 years and her family has been taken away and she’s assigned to a wealthy couple to help them reproduce. Women aren’t even allowed to read for fear that it will give them power; they’ve made all public signage into pictures. Creeeepy. It’s terrifying because one second you’re reading it and you’re all, “That would never really happen!” But then you’re like, “but, wait - COULD it??”

I don’t always love Margaret Atwood’s writing style. It can be a little choppy and cryptic. I think it’s on purpose, but it still bothers me. I spent the first 20 pages or so rereading each sentence hoping that it would help me figure out what the eff was going on. I like for authors just to tell me what the eff is going on in the beginning. But maybe I just think that I'm someone who likes knowing what’s going on, because I’m still watching Lost, aren’t I?? Perhaps I love a slow unveiling more than I think I do.

If you haven’t read this book, I think it would make a fantastic book club read – it’s relatively short, entertaining and after reading it you will be glad that there are others who just finished it so you can do the whole “What do you think really happened with the…” and “How much did you hate when...” thing. You know that thing.

Weddings and Sunburns

If I was a Native American in the Kevin Costner days, my name today would be She With Red Nose. It looks kind of like I have a prosthetic nose that was picked out in the wrong color. Jeff walked by me while I was putting on copious amounts of cover up in an attempt to fade out the burn line on my nose, and muttered under his breath, "Mr. Potato Head nose". Then he ran away snickering but covering his bum for fear that I would give him the wedgie of his life.

The wedding was lovely, the sun came out and everything looked straight out of a Martha Stewart Wedding magazine. Everything except my sunburned nose. Oh well, it wasn't MY wedding. I did learn something new about my husband though. He is spectacular at singing along with anything involving a falsetto voice. His specialties? Little Richard, Justin Timberlake, and Prince.

On the reading front, I finished The Handmaid's Tale, so look for a review shortly.

Westward ho

We're off again for another weekend adventure. This time to Orcas Island for Jeff's cousin's wedding. Do a dance to the rain gods so it dries up 'cause nobody likes a soggy wedding. I'm bringing The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood, which I started last night. Have a good weekend and I'll post when I get back!