Incarnations of Beauty and the Beast

By a strange flight of fancy, certain children’s picture books are categorized in my no-longer-so-local library by something other than the author’s last name.

Beauty and the Beast tales fall into that category.

Which means I read two renditions of Beauty and the Beast while reading the BEAs (instead of the BREs or the EILs, based on who was retelling the classic tale.)

I didn’t mind in the least.

Sometimes it’s nice to see a couple different retellings of a story side-by-side.

In Jan Brett’s retelling (also illustrated by herself), Beauty is waited on by a collection of exotic animals in the Beast’s house–monkeys, peacocks, and the more tame dogs. The Beast has a man’s legs and a boar’s upper body. He only appears at dinner, where he engages Beauty in thoughtful conversation before closing the evening with a question: “Beauty, will you marry me?”

Jan Brett's Beauty and the Beast

Brett’s illustrations are a delightful treat, especially since they foreshadow the exciting denouement. We see statues and friezes of the prince’s former life in the garden as the merchant contends with the furious beast. Once Beauty is ensconced within the castle, scene after scene includes decorative tapestries which display the scene playing out in “real time”–except with the animals as the people they once were and will again become. Often, these tapestries include little messages–“Do not trust to appearance” or “Courage, Beauty-Your Happiness is not far away.”

Brett’s retelling is relatively simple and follows the classic storyline quite closely (although the classic storyline might come as somewhat of a surprise to those whose only acquaintance with “Beauty” is through Disney!) All in all, I greatly enjoyed this particular retelling.

Max Eilenberg’s retelling, illustrated by Angela Barrett, takes on a different tone.

For one thing, both the writing and the illustrations draw to mind the Victorian age, with delicious gowns for the girls and tails and top hats for the men.

Max Eilenberg and Angela Barrett's Beauty and the Beast

For another, unlike in Brett’s retelling, where the characters retain their types, being merely “Beauty” or “the merchant” or “the Beast” or “Beauty’s sisters”, Eilenberg’s retelling gives each character character beyond type. The merchant becomes “Ernest Jeremiah Augustus Fortune, Esquire, Merchant”. The sisters become “Gertrude” and “Hermione”, who are crazy about jewels and fashion respectively. Beauty and the Beast, on the other hand, maintain their typical names–although they’re given some roundness of character.

Beauty becomes a romantic, a dreamer who longs to marry for love–and who thinks nothing would be better than to marry a prince for love. Nevertheless, she keeps her romantic dreams to herself, choosing to seek her family’s best rather than her own. When her father’s fortunes appear to have taken a turn for the better and Mr. Fortune asks his daughters what they’d like him to bring back for them from his trip to the sea to recover his lost ship, Beauty wants to ask for a Prince–her true heart’s desire. But since she knows it isn’t within her father’s power to bring her back such a thing, she asks instead for something she believes will cost him little–just a rose.

Of course, she doesn’t know how costly the rose will be to her father–and to herself. And she doesn’t know that, in asking for the rose, she will be acquiring for herself a prince. But such is the charm of this story. For in being selfless, Beauty indeed obtained her heart’s desire.

The Beast, too, takes on a human quality. He is terrible in his hairy, fanged, and clawed beastliness; but even more so in his fury at what has become of him.

“Do not call me ‘lord’!” roared the creature. “Do not try to flatter me with pretty words. I do not like it. We should say what we mean and be what we are. I am a beast. My name is Beast. You will call me Beast. Beast by nature, Beast by name. Beast! Beast! Beast!.”

He is terrible and beautiful when he acquiesces to Beauty’s request that he no longer ask her to marry him again.

The Beast was silent for a time, his head bowed. “I would not hurt you for any price,” he said at last. “Forgive me.” He raised his eyes to Beauty, and for a moment she feared that she had wounded him beyond repair, so broken and hopeless did he seem. But then he seemed to find courage and somehow she knew what he would say even before he spoke. “I will not ask you again–I promise…I ask only one thing: if you are happy to be my friend, please promise that you will never leave me alone.”

And he is just plain beautiful once Beauty’s love has turned him into a prince again.

“Now you see me as I really am,” he said. “Your love has saved me from a terrible spell. I was turned into a beast, and only a heart who loved me for my self could set me free.”

I enjoyed this retelling immensely–partly for the beauty of the retelling, partly for the loveliness of the illustrations, and partly for my own identification with Beauty’s dreams and with the Beast’s dreadful pain.

I highly recommend either tale.


Reading My LibraryFor more comments on children’s books, see the rest of my Reading My Library posts or check out Carrie’s blog Reading My Library, which chronicles her and her children’s trip through the children’s section of their local library.



Book Review: “The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society” by Beth Pattillo

I’ve maligned Beth Pattillo’s authorly name often enough (see here and here) that you probably think I’ve got a personal vendetta against her.

True, I wrote a much-better-but-still-lukewarmish-mini-review of Mr. Darcy Broke My Heart–but you’d still get the overall impression that I’m not a Pattillo fan.

The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society might have forced me to revise my opinion. I might just have to say that Pattillo is a good author so long as she gives Christianity a wide berth.

Knit Lit tells the story of a unique book club in small town Tennessee–a book club that knits a project for every book they read.

The group couldn’t be more diverse: a spinster librarian, an upper middle class housewife, a fashion forward young thing stuck in a small town dressmaker’s shop while caring for her dying mother, a not-exactly-hip-but-eco-friendly church secretary, and the ridiculously rich queen bee of the town. Nevertheless, they manage to maintain a relatively peaceful co-existence until the librarian finds a teenage girl defacing a library book and decides to make her “punishment” include attending the Sweetgum Knit Lit Society.

The introduction of Hannah, the deliquent-wannabe daughter of the last-generation’s white-trash sleep-around, to the society causes the other womens’ well-established facades to come crashing down.

Merry, the middle-upper-class housewife, learns that all is not perfect in her little suburban paradise when taking Hannah under her wing sparks conflict with her own daughter–and when her husband starts with withdraw more and more from family relationships.

Camille, the fashion forward young thing stuck in a small town dressmaker’s shop while caring for her dying mother, ends up employing the young Hannah–and when Hannah learns about the affair she’s having with a married man, Camille has to come to grips with the reality of what she’s doing.

Ruthie (the not-exactly-hip-but-eco-friendly church secretary) and Esther (the ridiculously rich queen bee of the town) have to somehow make peace from their decades-long sibling rivalry complicated by the fact that they both love (or perhaps just want) the same man.

And Eugenie (the spinster librarian) suddenly comes face to face with the future she ran from so long ago in her past–the future embodied in the no-longer-young, now-widowed pastor she refused years ago.

All in all, The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society is a wonderful story and a great piece of women’s interest fiction. The only downside was knowing that Pattillo is a pastor and still seems to have no grasp on how relationship with Christ actually impacts life. You won’t find grand themes of reconciliation, redemption, or righteousness in this book. This is a novel of the world, describing it well, but offering it no lasting hope.


Rating: 4 stars
Category:Women’s fiction
Synopsis:A women’s book club finds themselves in sudden tailspin with the introduction of a young wanna-be delinquent into their midst.
Recommendation: This was a good book in the genre of women’s fiction (that is, the book club/sewing circle/knitting club/country club sorta fiction for women). If you enjoy the genre, you’ll enjoy this book.



WiW: Made to see galaxies

The Week in Words

The words popped up in the corner of my computer screen half a dozen times as one person after another retweeted John Piper’s comment:

“You were made to see galaxies, not little movies with car crashes. Get a life…or a telescope!”

It got me thinking.

How often do I spend my time, my energy, my mind, my heart on lesser things while ignoring the greater God has designed with me in mind?

How often do I spend my dreams on fictional fairy-tales when God is weaving a real-life adventure story for me?

How often do I spend my time exploring the crafts so-and-so is making and posting pictures of online when God is crafting lives all around me to be seen and marveled at?

How often do I sit in the slums playing with mudpies when God invites me to a vacation on the beach?

“Indeed, if we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
~C.S. Lewis in Mere Christianity

It’s not a new thought. In fact, my last couple of week in words posts dealt with similar topics.

But it’s a thought I need to keep reminding myself of.

I wasn’t made for an ordinary life. I wasn’t created for an earthly life. I’m a citizen of a different realm, recreated in Christ for a greater purpose.

Heaven forbid that I waste my life on this earth looking only at this earth when God has made me to see veritable GALAXIES.

Lord, would you teach me to be discontent with the paltry diversions this world offers–and content with every rich gift You provide.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


Green Goals

In my list of homemaking goals, under the subheading “Garden” lies goal #7:

“Mow a lawn with an old-style mower”

I am happy to say that today, I turned the text of Goal #7 gray…and wrote after it “DA: April 30, 2011”

Date of Accomplishment: April 30, 2011.

Because today, I went to my local Menards and bought myself a lawnmower.

Old-Style Push Lawn Mower

I came home and assembled my lawnmower; then I mowed my front and side lawns.

So I’ve checked something off my list–but even more excitingly, I am now the owner of an old-style push lawn mower.

Which means I can mow my lawn the green way–any time I want!

I’m ecstatic.

(I’m also eager to see if my theory holds true that mowing with a manual mower is more allergy-friendly because it doesn’t kick grass particles quite so high into the air….I’ll keep you posted.)


Which reminds me of a little Jeopardy-style question I thought up in the tub a few days ago.

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Question: What is “Green Energy”?


Thankful Thursday: Rituals

A good part of my days are taken up with little rituals. Some are intentional, some are just grooves that I’ve slipped into. But, in general, these little rituals help to keep a life that sometimes seems crazy sane.

Thankful Thursday banner

This week, I’m thankful for…

sunlight waking me up in the morning
I love having an east facing bedroom–and I love when the sun starts coming up early enough to wake me up. But even if the sun isn’t up early enough, I manufacture fake sunlight via a daylight bulb in a lamp on a timer.

reading my Bible by the light of the sun
I set my Bible on my nightstand before I go to sleep at night–and the first thing I do when I wake up is grab it. Sometimes I drowse and end up reading the same passage over and over as I struggle to actually wake up. But even when I do, it’s wonderful to wake up with the Word.

a bed made the moment I step out of it
Its a Fly-lady ritual I’m so glad I started (and haven’t been able to get out of the habit of). There’s something wonderfully ordered about starting a day with a made bed.

a mug of hot tea and early morning blog reading
Once I’m dressed and ready for work, I pour myself a cuppa and head upstairs to check in with the blog-o-sphere. Mmm…tea with honey and some good reading. Can’t be beat.

greeting the two assisted living residents who sit by the door every morning
They’re a true constant in my life–at least, whenever I’m in Columbus. Saying “Hi” and “Good Morning” with a smile. And having been greeting by them, it is a good morning.

lighting candles and letting the bath water run while I set out the next day’s clothing
Another Flylady ritual that’s stuck–picking out my clothes the night before. No desperate glances in the closet on the morning of. No getting half dressed only to discover that the slip I positively MUST wear with that skirt is dirty. It takes the stress out of mornings–and gives me something to do while my bath water runs (through it’s impossibly small spout.)

soaking in the tub and reading by candlelight
It started out as a concession to allergies. I wash my hair every night before I go to bed so I’m not sleeping with allergens on me. Now I can’t imagine the world without my before bed baths.

blowing out the candles before sinking into a peaceful night’s sleep
As recently as a week ago, I had trouble sleeping. I was always exhausted, but I’d lay in bed unable to sleep. I finally decided to get serious about some of the sleep hygiene practices I’d always known about, but they weren’t doing me that much good. Then I started to think about the startlingly bright bathroom light that’s on while I take my evening bath. Maybe that was affecting my sleep. So I started lighting candles instead. Five votives in a flat bottomed bowl, set on my toilet while I bathe and moved with me to the stool beside my bed. From the time I start my bath water running, I perform every activity by candlelight. And once I blow out the candles, I fall asleep immediately. It’s wonderful. A miracle, really.

The rituals of life. The little things that give our days stability. The framework that allows the exciting events not to overwhelm and the busy not to crush. I am so very thankful for the rituals of life.

What rituals are you thankful for?


Book Review: “The Biggest Loser” by The Biggest Losers with Maggie Greenwood-Robinson

Did I ever tell you about the week I went on a diet?

No, of course I didn’t.

I had to quit because I lost weight.

Yes, that’s right. I’m sorry. I wanted to see how the rest of the world, the diet-following world, lives–but I had to cut the experiment short because I managed to achieve what many of them only dream of: weight loss.

Which, for me, is not really a good thing. I’m about as low as I’m comfortable going.

But I did want to review The Biggest Loser, the book written after the first two seasons of the successful TV reality show by the same name. And I wanted to do more than just give comments on the theory. I wanted to have some useful comments on the practice.

So here you go…

The Diet:

The Biggest Loser weight loss plan as propounded within this book isn’t bad. The nutrition component proposes an alternate pyramid–4 (or more) servings of fruits and vegetables, 3 (only 3) servings of low-fat protein foods, 2 (only 2) servings whole grains, and 1 (200 Calorie) serving of “Extra”. This would be significantly less than ideal from a nutrition standpoint if the servings were standard servings such as are found on myPyramid or even in diabetic exchanges. There’d be far too little grain. But it just so happens that The Biggest Loser considers 1 serving of grain to be 1 cup of cooked grain or two slices of bread (twice the size of a standard myPyramid ounce.) As a result, the diet isn’t too off balance.

It’s relatively simple and it’s low calorie without being too low calorie.

The problem? It’s really hard to cook like this. There are recipes in the back of the book–and a few of them look good–but you’d have to be pretty creative to keep this diet from getting dreary. For my part, since I work all day and often have extra activities at night, I don’t have time to be in the kitchen all day–and the “grab and go” or “quick prep” options get old quickly. I can only eat so many smoothies or cottage cheese with vegetables or baked/grilled chicken breasts. I need me some OIL, some real FAT.

I was hungry all the time. It stunk.

But I did lose weight. So it does work.

Other than the 4-3-2-1 plan, the chapter on nutrition had plenty of information, about half of which was correct. It gave tips on label reading (generally a good idea), suggestions for including more fruits and vegetables (some decent advice, some ridiculous like “potatoes make you hungry”), what to drink (suggested that you can burn extra calories by drinking your water cold–sorry folks, but ice cold water does not a diet make.) While following the recommendations found within the chapter on nutrition won’t hurt you, quite a bit of it is unnecessary or based on tenuous (at best) science.

The Exercise:

The exercise component of The Biggest Loser varies depending on an individual’s starting fitness level, but includes cardio workouts and circuit training (cardiac speed resistance/stretching).

I’m not a fitness expert, but the recommendations for exercise seem fairly consistent with the recommendations of organizations such as the American College of Sports Medicine (as well as MyPyramid)–increasing activity to 60 minutes of moderate to high intensity aerobic activity on most days of the week.

The Rest:

While the diet and the exercise sections of this book weren’t awful, they weren’t anything extraordinary (or anything extraordinarily accurate) either. What might really make this book useful is the collection of strategies found in chapters two and five.

Chapter 2 helps the reader explore his motivations for weight loss and gives some tips for getting organized for weight loss. Two of the organizational tips are very useful: Buy a food scale or use measuring cups and spoons to measure out your food and keep a food journal. The ideas for motivation are also useful. However, the chapter could easily encourage people to think that weight loss is somehow a panacea that will make their life all better. It’s not. And sometimes, one needs to make some basic quality of life/self respect changes in order to make weight loss happen (as opposed to the other way around).

Chapter 5 has participants from the first two seasons of the television show sharing some of their own strategies for weight loss. This, I think, is probably the best part of the book. A lot of weight loss (or healthy eating in general) is about finding what works for you, with your lifestyle. The more ideas you hear, the more likely you are to find something that will work for you.

The final chapter gives instructions for starting a Biggest Loser challenge of your own with friends or in your workplace.

Eh, if you’re interested in that sort of thing.

For my part, I prefer to look at better indicators of overall health rather than simply at numbers on a scale.

But if you’re interested in weight loss or interested in the Biggest Loser show, you could do worse than following the recommendations found in this book.


Rating: 2.5 stars
Category:Weight Loss
Synopsis:The Biggest Loser coaches and participants from seasons 1 and 2 of the show give a basic diet and exercise program as well as tips for weight loss.
Recommendation: This plan won’t kill you. It’ll probably help you lose weight (if you can manage to stick to it). But it’s not for everyone–and likely very difficult to fit within a “normal” (that is, ridiculously busy) life.



The Week (Wed-Tues)

Tally as Tuesday afternoon:
Nights out past ten-4
Trips to Grand Island-2
Trips to Lincoln-2
Hours spent in a car-11
Hours spent driving-8

Confessions:
Confession #1: I hate to drive
Confession #2: I hate to be out late
Confession #3: I love my baby sister

Which is why I took another trip into Lincoln,
spent another couple house driving,
and stayed out late another night–
So that I could see my little sister’s
final Junior year show choir concert.


Nightstand (April 2011)

Last month, I had just been to the library and my nightstand was full:

Books on my nightstand

The books were flying off the nightstand this month–so fast that I replenished my supply halfway through!

This month, I read:

The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary Pearson
A terrific dystopian novel that touches on bioethics, personhood, genetic engineering, helicopter parenting, and more–but does it in a non-propagandist, non-pedantic way. Imagine that! (Read my full review.

Another Homecoming by Janette Oke and T. Davis Bunn
When Martha’s husband of less than a year is missing in action, she’s not sure what she should do. One thing is for sure-she knows she wants better than she can give for the daughter growing in her womb. So she gives her baby up for adoption. Then her husband returns, a broken man–and their family is a broken family, grieving for the lost child even as a new child arrives. A lovely little story about a family split by war, later to be brought together by God’s grace.

Batman: No Man’s Land
I’ve always kinda assumed that comic books aren’t really my thing–and after reading this, I have decided that my assumption was correct. The format is lost on someone like me who cares only for words and little for illustrations.

The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse
More Wooster and Jeeves hilarity. These follow a typical formula, but manage to be funny regardless.

A Family-Style Christmas by Carolyne Aarsen
A “Love Inspired” novel in the typical “Love Inspired” fashion. Twaddle. Short on plot, characterization, and pretty much everything. But that’s the “Aa’s” in the adult fiction section of my library.

An Honorable German by Charles McCain
This story centers around a youngish Max Brekendorf, a German Naval officer who finds himself embroiled in Germany’s war–what would become World War II. Seeing World War II from the perspective of an “honorable German”–a German warrior who wasn’t a Nazi–was interesting. The story itself? Meh. Nothing spectacular, but not bad. Some gratuitous sex, lots of descriptions of life on board a U-boat. A so-so book altogether.

Kristallnacht by Martin Gilbert
A stunning look at the night that began the Holocaust–from the personal viewpoints of dozens of heretofore unpublished eyewitnesses. This is a great book that clearly shows the widespread devastation of “the night of the broken glass”.

Mr. Darcy Broke My Heart by Beth Pattillo
This novel tried (unsuccessfully) to be profound–but succeeded wonderfully in greatly surpassing Pattillo’s “Betsy Blessing” series (see here.) I enjoyed this novel–and it’s induced me to give Pattillo a second chance after those two awful “Betsy” books.

The Obama Diaries by Laura Ingraham
It’s true. I enjoy reading conservative rants. Most are entertaining but few have lasting power. I enjoyed this specific conservative rant. But with money tight and opportunities to spend it plentiful, I’ll keep borrowing these from the library (but not even consider spending money on them.)

The Third Reich by David Williamson
Another children’s nonfiction title–this time a not-so-great children’s nonfiction title. Even with all my prior reading on the topic, it was hard for me to follow this title. It used quite a few names, places, and unique terms without bothering to identify or define them. So, if you didn’t already know what the SA and the SS and Lebensraum and Kristallnacht and the Treaty of Versailles were, you would be completely lost.

What? What? What? by Lyn Thomas
Subtitled “Astounding Weird, Wonderful, and Just Plain Unbelievable Facts.” Interesting, but not as jam-packed or information-full as one of the Dorling-Kindersley books I’ve read previously. I don’t think I’d be buying this one for my reference library.

The Wizard of Oz by L Frank Baum
It was filed in with the children’s picture books–and since I was reading the “BAU”‘s, I read it. Then I got to the end and realized it had been misfiled. This illustrated edition of The Wizard belonged in the general old juvenile fiction section. Oh well.

Also read, but not (yet) reviewed (even in short):

  • The Amusement Park Mystery created by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • The Book Thief by Markeus Zusak
  • Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Stolen Diamonds and Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the UFO by David A. Adler
  • The Complete Worst Case Scenario Handbook: Man Skills
  • Mike’s Mystery by Marcie Aboff
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
  • The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society by Beth Pattillo
  • Your Teeth by somebody whose name I’ve forgotten
  • Children’s picture books author name BAUER-BECCIA

Having read all that I read this month (and with the extra additions along the way, I still have a bit left on my shelf for next month:

Bookshelf this month

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WiW: Chosen Days, Sleep-filled Nights

The Week in Words

Kerry and Chris Shook were referring to family when they wrote the words:

“But the truth is, just because you didn’t choose them, it doesn’t mean they weren’t chosen.”
~from Love at Last Sight

Even if they were referring to family, the statement holds true in a variety of settings.

“Just because you didn’t choose your coworkers, it doesn’t mean they weren’t chosen [by God].”

“Just because you didn’t choose your location, it doesn’t mean your location wasn’t chosen [by God].”

“Just because you didn’t choose this specific life course, it doesn’t mean this wasn’t chosen [by God].”

The truth is, God is sovereign.

And His sovereignty means that nothing is an accident.

The people in my life are not an accident. The situations I deal with are not an accident. My energy level and when I wake up in the morning is not an accident.

And this should give me great freedom. It should encourage me to embrace every terrifying, wonderful, difficult relationship and circumstance.

It should lead me to surrender night-time dreams and live day-time ones:

“I used to spend my nights dreaming about the life I wanted to live. Now I live my dreams, and I spend my nights sleeping.”
~Dan Ogden

That’s what I want to do, starting now.

I want to sleep nights (something I haven’t had the most success at lately)–and I want to LIVE my days.

I want to truly live them. Not just get through them.

If my days are appointed by the God of the universe, foreordained by His sovereign hand, then I want to live each one of those days, every foreordained moment to the fullest.

I want to suck the marrow out of life, and rest at night knowing that I have made the most of the times God has given to me.

Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.