Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Book Review: The Peach Keeper

While I finished reading it a couple of weeks ago, I've held off on posting my review of The Peach Keeper (288 pages) until after my first book club meeting as I didn't want to bias anyone before they had the chance to read it. From the publisher:

At 30, Willa Jackson returns to her small Southern hometown, Walls of Water, N.C., in the wake of a failed marriage to her college sweetheart. She's determined now to lead the quiet life she believes her father wants her to have, but is soon derailed by the wealthy and powerful Osgoods, the family that shaped her high school experience. The Jacksons were also wealthy once, until the logging industry failed, and Willa's teenage grandmother went to work as a maid for the Osgoods. Paxton Osgood, Willa's counterpart, has everything Willa envies—wealth, beauty and a sense of belonging—but Paxton hides a deep loneliness and discontent. To further complicate Willa's unrest, Paxton's brother, Colin, fled town years before but has returned and become an irresistible force in Willa's life. When a skeleton that holds the secret to both the Osgood and Jackson family fortunes is discovered at the Jackson family's old estate, long-held beliefs are likely to be overturned.

I chose The Peach Keeper for our first book club selection based primarily on customer reviews from the Amazon.com website.This was, of course, poor decision-making on my part. I didn't completely dislike the book, but I felt it was nothing more than southern chic-lit with a touch of magical realism thrown-in. Despite the incredible first paragraph, I didn't find it to be very compelling or memorable.

"The day Paxton Osgood took the box of heavy-stock, foil-lined envelopes to the post office, the ones she'd had a professional calligrapher address, it began to rain so hard the air turned as white as bleached cotton. By nightfall, rivers had crested at a flood stage and, for the first time since 1936, the mail couldn't be delivered. When things began to dry out, when basements were pumped free of water and branches were cleared from yards and streets, the invitations were finally delivered, but to all the wrong houses. Neighbors laughed over fences, handing the misdelivered pieces of mail to their rightful owners with comments about the crazy weather and their careless postman.....If anyone had been paying attention to the signs, they would have realized that air turns white when things are about to change, that paper cuts mean there's more to what's written on the age than meets the eye, and that birds are always out to protect you from things you don't see."

The Peach Keeper is an unlikely combination of The Breakfast Club and Fried Green Tomatoes. Paxton Osgood is your stereotypical former prom queen who is smothered by her mother's relentless expectations and her own attempts at perfection. In contrast, Willa Jackson is a former high-school prankster who runs her own business and does her best to lead a quiet, uneventful life. Friendship seems unlikely for this duo until a bizarre and supernatural chain of events draws them together in a tale of abandoned frienship, romance, loyalty, and murder.

The book had great potential, but I was disappointed in Allen's ability to develop the story, amplify the characters, and consume the reader. I was totally unconvinced with "Sebastian," the charming, handsome metrosexual love interest of Paxton, and the ludicrous explanation for his teenage homosexuality. For me, the most intriguing layer of the novel was the story of Paxton and Willa's grandmothers and their depression-era southern bell lives. Unfortunately, Georgie is virtually a non-existant character, and their tale is sloppily and abruptly explained at the end of the book. The "mystery" of their friendship isn't very mysterious, and the story was disappointingly predictable - the kiss of death, IMO!

The Peach Keeper is a quick, light, easy summer read- not a horrible book, but not one that I'll be pulling out to re-explore anytime soon.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Sam I Am (Not)

Although it's been over two years since he won the coveted Heisman Trophy, Sam Bradford's statue in Heisman Park was finally unveiled a couple of weeks ago. Bradford, who currently plays for the St. Louis Rams, is by far one of the greatest players in OU football history, and is the fifth Sooner to claim the prestigious title after greats Jason White, Billy Sims, Steve Owens, and Billy Vessels.

I am a HUGE OU fan/alumni, and I will probably lose my "sooner-card" for saying this...but I have to be honest.

The statue is ridiculous!

I am so disappointed. I realize the statue was sculpted to re-create one of Bradford's most incrdible plays (against OSU, nonetheless), but something here has gone horribly awry. They've turned a monumental moment in football history into a recreation of cartwheel day on the elementary school playground! Come on, people!! Didn't anyone really look over the sample before committing it to stone??

Saturday, June 4, 2011

The Splendor Falls

Only a week into the summer, and I've already devoured two books - go me! The first was The Peach Keeper (review will be posted after our book club discussion on June 14th), the other was The Splendor Falls by Rosemary Clement-Moore (528 pages).

The Splendor Falls is the story of Sylvie Davis, an up and coming prima ballerina who suffers a career-ending injury at the age of 17. Unable to cope with the loss of her ability to dance, her mother's new marriage, and her father's recent death, Sylvie begins to fall apart. Her therapy? Spending the summer in Alabama with her father's cousin on plantation that would make Scarlett O'Hara salivate!

Arriving in the deep south armed with her lap dog, Gigi, and an arsenal of attitude, Sylvie quickly realizes that things at the family estate aren't what they appear to be - mysterious family gardens, cryptic journals from ancestors long-passed, apparitions in the mist, and terrifying wailing sounds emanating from the woods in the back. Add to this mix not one, but two ominously charming young men vying for her attention (one very Heathcliff, the other a little more Prince Charming), and you have a great summer read!

This is the first book I've read by this particular author, and I must say I was quite impressed. Her lavish descriptions of  the plantation home and the south in general are remarkable, and she is a master at giving her characters voice, charisma, and believablitly.

"I was the opposite, a cut flower with no roots, no longer attached to the nourishing soil. Melodramatic, yes. But that's how I felt not being able to dance."

I've complained a lot lately about the overwhelming push of supernatural tales in YA fiction, but I found myself consumed with the ghostly visions and magical atmosphere of  BlueStone Hill and Sylvie's quest to discover her families secrets. After I read the book, I went back and read Tennyson's poem by the same name, and although the author doesn't specify any connection between the two, I don't think it's just coincidence that Rhys constantly refers to Sylvie as "princess." There were other links as well, but I'll leave you to decide for yourself!

Thursday, June 2, 2011

RIP Jeff Conaway


I am very saddened this week to learn of the death of Grease star Jeff Conaway. I will say that watching Jeff on Celebrity Rehab the past couple of years has just been sad. The first couple of episodes, I didn't even realize it was him. He looked more like Gollum from Lord of the Rings than he did the hunky, car-racing greaser from his earlier days. I grew up watching Grease religiously, fairly certain that some day John Travolta would swoop into one of my lame high-school dances, Cha-Cha me across the floor, and we'd cruise away in the infamous "Greased Lightning." I always adored Kenickie, and was a little jealous of his little romance with Rizzo. After all, a hickey from Kenickie is like a Hallmark card!!

Rest in peace, Kenickie.