I don't read a lot of holiday themed books--I enjoy the holidays a lot, but that enjoyment feels very personal to me, and I don't really relate to the generic heartwarming thing that go into holiday-focused stories. What feels universal is the stress, which I also feel, and which drives me so far, far away from wanting to read about it. Let's not talk about all the holiday things I haven't done yet.
And book club never meets in December. We tried this year, though! And we picked Wishin' and Hopin', by Wally Lamb,
Yeah...not so much. This book is the literary equivalent of the movie A Christmas Story,
which I hate. It's for people who are nostalgic for the '50s (to the
extent that they extended into the '60s). It's a great book to give to
your father-in-law if he's a certain type of father-in-law. My dad
might like it, because it's about nostalgia for being a ten-year-old boy
in an innocent world (and the world is innocent--there's only one black
kid at this Catholic school in Connecticut, but he seems to suffer no
prejudice. The Russian girl gets a lot, but she can take it.)
It's also like a grown-up's version of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever,
which there doesn't need to be. I mean, aside from a couple of dirty
jokes that the narrator doesn't understand, there's nothing here that's
any more complicated than in that kids book.
yeah. It's not that the book wasn't well-written, or amusing, but that
there was no substance to it, and that the point of it is that life was
pretty good back then, though maybe the nuns were stricter than they
needed to be. Big ball of meh.