Etta and Otto and Russell and James


I’ve gone. I’ve never seen the water, so I’ve gone there. I will try to remember to come back.

It’s important to note that I started reading Etta and Otto and Russell and James as a last stitch effort at salvaging some sanity after what is proving to be a very long, and arguably miserable Winter. The result was a delightful mix of magical realism and down right charm. Time has no boundaries and there is never any clear dialogue, yet somehow Hooper bonds you so close to her characters that they have remained on my mind nearly a week after turning the last page.

Turning the last page. Actually, this was the first “real” book I have read in ages. I have been a devoted e-reader groupie ever since purchasing my first device almost 5 years ago. And while I can still preach the benefits of downloading a book in seconds, there was something extra special about reading this particular book off a paper page.

Etta was a school teacher haunted by tragedy who falls in different kinds of love with best friends, Otto and Russell. Time moves back and forth from their youth to present day, where all are now in their eighties. Etta, with the goal of seeing the ocean for the first time, sets off on a journey to walk across Canada. On her way, she meets up with James, a mysterious coyote who both protects and encourages Etta. My only complaint was the severe dive in character development when it comes to Russell, a once integral part of the plot is all but dropped after he goes off on his own. The story is ultimately focused on Etta and Otto’s profound connection and love. It’s best to approach this as a adult fairy-tale of sorts. It doesn’t always make sense, but really, does everything always need to make sense??

Buy the “real” book, have a cup of tea ready and spend a chilly Sunday morning with Etta and Otto and Russell and James.

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Happy Reading!



Tory, Tory, Tory

Let me start off with saying that losing my Tory Burch Sunglasses was the worst thing to happen to me last summer. Partially because that was the most dough I had ever spent on a pair of sunnies, but mostly because Tory has the distinct ability to make everything
she designs feel extra special. This collection was no exception. With flares of romance and just enough whimsey, Miss Burch’s fall 2014 girl is all class. I especially loved the short coats with the long pleats, and those elaborate statement collars. I always appreciate her buttoned-up approach to fashion, however seeing some plunging neck lines was a much needed flash of skin.Overall I thought this collection was quite beautiful, with an almost antiquey (not a word) vibe. Let me know what you think in the comments.

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Wolves, I’m home.


Holding true to a resolution I made in the beginning of the year, I had recently finished book 1 of 10 “goal books” I intended on reading by the end of 2014. (Confused? Please reference back to New year, new books.) Tell The Wolves I’m Home is almost magically told through the eyes of June Albus, a fifteen year old girl reeling from the death of an uncle she shamefully harbored feelings for. Please hold dry heaves until the end of this review. It’s not like that. For June, the love she had for Uncle Finn was birthed from pure innocence. However, there is plenty Finn was forced to keep from her and the truth slowly begins to unravel after he dies of AIDS.

For me, the litmus test of a good book is its ability to seamlessly introduce you into another person’s consciousness. From page one you are immersed in Junes sometimes raw, and oftentimes tender, feelings for the people who inhabit her small up-state life. I would definitely recommend this to anyone looking to get lost in some truly beautiful writing.

Here are some of my favorite quotes:

“Her tears tell the story of what she knows. That the past, present, and future are just one thing. That there’s nowhere to go from here. Home is home is home.”

“I know all about love that’s too big to stay in a tiny bucket. Splashing out all over the place in the most embarrassing way possible. I didn’t want to hear anymore of the story, but I couldn’t help listening. The pain of it almost felt good.”

“I thought of all the different kinds of love in the world. I could think of ten without even trying.The way parents love their kid, the way you love a puppy or chocolate ice cream or home or your favorite book or your sister. Or your uncle. There’s those kinds of loves and then there’s the other. The falling kind.”

Read this book.

Happy reading.