Within the next few days I will be posting information about some books I have read recently about Dialectical Behavior Therapy and its use in the treatment of stress, anxiety, and depression. I have a read several books and if you suffer from any of these problems, this may just be a post you don’t want to miss.
Those of you who know me, know this is not the kind of book I would normally choose. Look at the cover:
Not exactly what you expect of me, I know, but my book discussion group, The Pageturners, are reading it. I finished it yesterday and while I was reading it, I enjoyed it… sort of. So, here’s my mini-spoiler-free review from the verge:
Some characters were too stereotypical for the 60s. I’m hard pressed to believe that having an oddball group of friends brings out the best in everyone. But the story was good. About a hundred pages too long and while I’m sure Charleston is lovely, I could do with less love of land and just move the story along.
If you like Richard Russo, you’ll probably like South of Broad. To sum up my review in one word: meh.
Well, I went and discussed Ender’s Game last night. It was pretty good. I didn’t like it as much as Hunger Games, but it had the same dystopian feel to it. Not everyone will love it, but if you liked Hunger Games, enjoy young protagonists pitted against nasty grownups, you’ll probably like it.
We discussed next books and here is where I may get into trouble. Those of you who know me… know I’m on the verge. I read everything and anything. The Help wasn’t in, which I took as a good sign, but no book was chosen. My suggestions: Room, Mr. Peanut, Great House, and more unconventional selections were countered with your usual book discussion club picks. You know the ones. They usually have Oprah’s seal of approval. Hero, heroine, adversity, death, triumph, whatever. I won’t last long with those kinds of books.
I’ll be looking to shake things up, so we’ll see what happens. Just wait until I push them into The Eyre Affair or Slaughterhouse Five… Or maybe just Island of the Sequined Love Nun. I actually mentioned that one last night. Pretty sure one woman almost had a stroke.