Link Love

Here are my favorite things I found around the internet this week:

  • If you love Rainbow Rowell as much as I do, you’ll be equally as excited for this excerpt from her latest novel, Landlineout next month.
  • This blog is turning into a fan page for David Sedaris. Here’s a story about his obsession with Fitbit published in this week’s New Yorker.
  • The always delightful After Ellen recap of Pretty Little Liars.
  • Postmodern Jukebox is a cover band that I frankly can’t believe I haven’t heard of sooner (especially before their tour brought them to the DC region only two weeks ago.) These videos were the perfect accompaniment to a very busy workday.
  • I’m looking forward to The Leftovers on HBO and already checked out the book it’s based on from the library. This review has me really excited.

Happy perusing and happy weekend!

Book Review: Astonish Me by Maggie Shipstead

I’ve heard a lot of buzz about Astonish Me and decided to pick it up, despite not being really familiar with the world of ballet. I’m really glad I did.

Description from the publisher:

Astonish Me is the irresistible story of Joan, a ballerina whose life has been shaped by her relationship with the world-famous dancer Arslan Ruskov, whom she helps defect from the Soviet Union to the United States. While Arslan’s career takes off in New York, Joan’s slowly declines, ending when she becomes pregnant and decides to marry her longtime admirer, a PhD student named Jacob. As the years pass, Joan settles into her new life in California, teaching dance and watching her son, Harry, become a ballet prodigy himself. But when Harry’s success brings him into close contact with Arslan, explosive secrets are revealed that shatter the delicate balance Joan has struck between her past and present.

Joan is a talented dancer, but not talented enough. Her only claim to notoriety was driving the getaway car for the best dancer in the world, Arslan Rusakov, and she pays a hefty price for it as she watches him realize that his star is only rising while hers is rapidly dimming and he moves on from her and their brief but passionate love affair. She recognizes that she is destined to be relegated to the background as a dancer and decides that an unplanned pregnancy can be her very own getaway car. So she leaves the company and ballet behind, and settles into a mundane suburban life with her friend-turned-husband, Jacob, and their son, Harry.

Mediocre talent can be ignored and cruelly brushed aside, but impressive talent cannot. Joan learns this again when Harry displays a prodigious gift for dancing and she is pulled back into the world of ballet and Arslan that she thought she was finished with.

My only exposure to ballet was a class I took when I was five years old, but I’ve always been somewhat fascinated by ballerinas and the elegance and grace they display while juxtaposed with a competitive world that demands sacrifice and talent and spits out anyone who doesn’t measure up, regardless of how much they want it. Those who shine are separated from those who do not and are left in the shadows. It’s a career that begins when you are a child and ends before 30 or 40. And then what?

Though I have never aspired to dance or become an athlete, I have always wanted to write, and this book raised questions regarding what happens to a person’s career, spirit, and feelings about themselves and the quality of their life if they are unable to achieve the acclaim and level of success they desire. To be a successful dancer or athlete or artist or writer or musician, one does not simply have to work hard. The difference between those who “make it” and those who do not can often be ascribed to an innate talent. You either have it or you don’t. You were either always going to make it or you were never going to. Most don’t. And it can be devastating.

I really enjoyed having these characters and their stories and these questions in my head for the past few days, even though the effect was a little unsettling. It’s a really beautifully written book, and I highly recommend it.

Link Love

Here are my favorite things I found around the internet this week:

  • I would really love to own this tote bag.
  • My desire to be productive seems to surge in the summer, and these two podcasts are providing lots of inspiration and ideas.
  • I kind of lost respect for the Emmy’s when voters repeatedly ignored Friday Night Lights and Gilmore girls. It doesn’t help that they’re now ignoring Orphan Black too. But thankfully, I’m not alone in that sentiment.
  • Pretty Little Liars is back, and with it comes these hilarious recaps and a collection of the best tweets about each episode. You really should follow the live-tweeting during new episodes, #booradleyvancullen.
  • A nice summary of why I’d like to hire Coach Taylor to be my life coach.
  • And another nice summary of why Tumblr never ceases to entertain.
  • I’m excited to read Megan Abbot’s The Fever (and only have 37 people between me and it in library holds), and thought this was a good interview.
  • I happen to really like commencement season, and Shonda Rhimes’ speech is one of my favorites. This part has been turning over in my mind since I heard it:

When people give these kinds of speeches, they usually tell you all kinds of wise and heartfelt things. They have wisdom to impart. They have lessons to share. They tell you: follow your dreams. Listen to your spirit. Change the world. Make your mark. Find your inner voice and make it sing. Embrace failure. Dream. Dream and dream big. As a matter of fact, dream and don’t stop dreaming until your dream comes true.

I think that’s crap.

I think a lot of people dream. And while they are busy dreaming, the really happy people, the really successful people, the really interesting, powerful, engaged people? Are busy doing.

The dreamers. They stare at the sky and they make plans and they hope and they think and they talk about it endlessly. And they start a lot of sentences with “I want to be…” or “I wish”

“I want to be a writer.” “I wish I could travel around the world.”

And they dream of it. The buttoned up ones meet for cocktails and they all brag about their dreams. The hippie ones have vision boards and they meditate on their dreams. You write in your journal about your dreams. Or discuss it endlessly with your best friend or your girlfriend or your mother. And it feels really good. You’re talking about it. You’re planning it. Kind of. You are blue-skying your life. And that is what everyone says you should do. Right? That’s what Oprah and Bill Gates did to get successful, right?

NO.

Dreams are lovely. But they are just dreams. Fleeting, ephemeral. Pretty. But dreams do not come true just because you dream them. It’s hard work that makes things happen. It’s hard work that creates change.

Lesson One: Ditch the Dream. Be a Do-er, Not a Dreamer.

Maybe you know exactly what you dream of being. Or maybe you’re paralyzed because you have no idea what your passion is. The truth is, it doesn’t matter. You don’t have to know. You just have to keep moving forward. You just have to keep doing something, seizing the next opportunity, staying open to trying something new. It doesn’t have to fit your vision of the perfect job or the perfect life. Perfect is boring and dreams are not real. Just…DO. You think “I wish I could travel” — you sell your crappy car and buy a ticket and go to Bangkok right now. I’m serious. You say “I want to be a writer” — guess what? A writer is someone who writes every day. Start writing. Or: You don’t have a job? Get one. ANY JOB. Don’t sit at home waiting for the magical dream opportunity. Who are you? Prince William? No. Get a job. Work. Do until you can do something else.

I did not dream of being a TV writer. Never, not once when I was here in the hallowed halls of the Ivy League, did I say to myself, “Self, I want to write TV.”

You know what I wanted to be? I wanted to be Nobel Prize Winning Author Toni Morrison. That was my dream. I blue sky-ed it like crazy. I dreamed and dreamed. And while I was dreaming, I was living in my sister’s basement. Dreamers often end up living in the basements of relatives, fyi. Anyway, there I was in that basement, I was dreaming of being Nobel Prize Winning Author Toni Morrison. Guess what? I couldn’t be Nobel Prize winning author Toni Morrison. Because Toni Morrison already had that job and she wasn’t interested in giving it up. One day I was sitting in that basement and I read an article in the NY Times that said it was harder to get into USC Film School than it was to get into Harvard Law School. I could dream about being Toni Morrison. Or I could do. At film school, I discovered an entirely new way of telling stories. A way that suited me. A way that brought me joy. A way that flipped this switch in my brain and changed the way I saw the world. Years later, I had dinner with Toni Morrison. All she wanted to talk about was Grey’s Anatomy. That never would have happened if I hadn’t stopped dreaming of becoming her and gotten busy becoming myself.

Happy perusing and happy weekend!

Yep, still excited for Outlander

Just when I think I can’t get any more excited for the premiere of Outlander, a new video pops up under my YouTube subscriptions and I’m rendered a squeeing mess all over again.

It’s been a while since I’ve read the first book in the series, so I am planning to read it again before August 9. Which is less than two months away. AAAAAHHHH!

I saw The Fault in Our Stars over the weekend…

…and I’m finding it difficult to write a review because I keep getting all weepy and then just want to lay down on my bed and feel. I almost didn’t want to see it in a theater despite loving the book because I don’t really enjoy ugly crying in public. And ugly cry I did. This spoiler-filled BuzzFeed article pretty much sums up my viewing experience.

So! Instead of writing a review I’m just going to say that you should read the book and you should see the movie because both are very good, and you should have tissues handy because man, it is one sad story.