TOLSTOY AND THE PURPLE CHAIR: A REVIEW AND GIVEAWAY
TOLSTOY AND THE
PURPLE CHAIR
PURPLE CHAIR
BY NINA SANKOVITCH
ABOUT THE BOOK:
Nina Sankovitch has always been a reader. As a child, she discovered that a trip to the local bookmobile with her sisters was more exhilarating than a ride at the carnival. Books were the glue that held her immigrant family together. When Nina's eldest sister died at the age of forty-six, Nina turned to books for comfort, escape, and introspection. In her beloved purple chair, she rediscovered the magic of such writers as Toni Morrison, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ian McEwan, Edith Wharton, and, of course, Leo Tolstoy. Through the connections Nina made with books and authors (and even other readers), her life changed profoundly, and in unexpected ways. Reading, it turns out, can be the ultimate therapy.
Tolstoy and the Purple Chair also tells the story of the Sankovitch family: Nina's father, who barely escaped death in Belarus during World War II; her four rambunctious children, who offer up their own book recommendations while helping out with the cooking and cleaning; and Anne-Marie, her oldest sister and idol, with whom Nina shared the pleasure of books, even in her last moments of life. In our lightning-paced culture that encourages us to seek more, bigger, and better things, Nina's daring journey shows how we can deepen the quality of our everyday livesif we only find the time.
What Sankovitch has accomplished in her first book is not only to celebrate the transformational, even healing, powers of reading, but to give the reader a feeling of reading those books as well, through the eyes of an astute reader.
Kirkus Review
Anyone who has ever sought refuge in literature will identify with Tolstoy and the Purple Chair.
O, The Oprah Magazine
[An] entertaining bibliophiles dreamSankovitchs memoir speaks to the power that books can have over our daily lives. Sankovitch champions the act of reading not as an indulgence but as a necessity, and will make the perfect gift from one bookworm to another. Publishers Weekly
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
The youngest of three girls, Nina Sankovitch was born in Evanston, Illinois, to immigrant parents. In 2008, Nina launched ReadAllDay.org, and at the end of her year of reading, she was profiled in the New York Times. She continues to review books on ReadAllDay.org and for the Huffington Post. She lives in Connecticut with her husband and four sons. You can find out more about this author by visiting her website HERE. Photo by Douglas Healey
MY REVIEW:
If you have read a bit about Nina Sankovitchs TOLSTOY AND THE PURPLE CHAIR, then you know the basic story. This is Ninas memoir as she tells of the loss of her older sister, Anne-Marie, who died after a very brief battle with cancer. One of three daughters of immigrants from Belarus, Nina weaves her story around books. Following Anne-Maries death, Nina has a very difficult time dealing with losing her sister. After all, Anne-Marie was the beauty of the family, while younger Natasha was the good girl, and Nina was the pudgy, funny one. She found it very hard to be funny when she ached so over her loss. Anne-Marie was Ninas idol and they shared a special bond just as they shared books. The entire family were lovers of books and grew up reading. Books are a staple in their lives and in fact, what Nina would bring to Anne-Marie while she was in bed and the hospital, knowing deep down she might never get to finish all the books in that TBR (To Be Read) pile. Nina decides after three years of unimaginable grief she just cant get a handle on, that she is going to allow herself to slow down and in honor or her sisters memory, read a book each day and even post a review on her website, for an entire year.
That about tells the premise but not about the little gem that is TOLSTOY AND THE PURPLE CHAIR. I review this as a lover of books which I say up front so you realize my opinion may be slightly prejudiced. However, Nina Sankovitch had me by page 11 when she wrote:
When I was just three years old, the three of us would walk together to the library bookmobile. It stopped at a corner just a few blocks away from our house. In FAHRENHEIR 451, Ray Bradbury describes book smelling like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land. For me, books do have a spicy smell, but it is a local spice, soothing and familiar. It is the smell of the bookmobile, a mixture of musty pa! ges and warm bodies.
Sankovitch goes on to describe the books for children being on the lower shelves and for adults up high and how they treasured those books. This brought me back to being an 8-year-old, allowed to walk the two blocks (this was in my small town in days when children could actually be safe doing this alone) to the Cornelia Young Library, a beachside branch of our public library. Housed in an old mansion, all I remember was tugging on the heavy wooden doors with the big brass handle and entering a somewhat dim room with a large librarians station in front of you and the childrens books were to the right. And from the moment I pulled that door open, this pudgy little girl was home. Complete with my own set of smells that I can remember until today, but not spicy. Rather a hint of mahogany mixed with the aroma of leather bound books and somewhat musty pages. To me, it was better than Moms blueberry pie! I could pick up to three books and when finished, return them for more. It is where I first met the likes of Bert and Nan Bobbsey, Nancy Drew, and a bit later the daring Trixie Belden. But when I found out LITTLE WOMEN was checked out, week after week, and I proceeded home one day in tears over it, my mother as always saved the day and presented me with her own copy! Thus, I just knew I would grow up to be a writer like Jo, but would always mourn Bethie each time I read it!
So as Nina Sankovitch writes about the books in her year of magical reading, she also writes her memoir. Her decision to read a book a day, (I am so jealous) did have rules attached. Rules which were:
no author could be read more than once; I couldnt reread any books Id already read; I had to write about every book I read. I would read new books and new authors, and read old books by favorite writers. I wouldnt read War and Peace, but I could read Tolstoys last noel, The Forged Coupon. The books would be ones I would have shared with Anne-Marie if I could have, ones we would have talked about, argued over, a! nd some we would have agreed upon.
Although Nina has a rough time starting and adjusting to this rigid schedule, she soon gets into a groove. She has four wonderful boys and a husband who totally understand and help her with this. In fact, the boys even recommend books for her to read. Nina sets aside a special place before she starts so that she has no excuses and here we find the purple chair. This is a chair that her husband brought home in white before their children were born only to be reminded how the white, nubby, flowered material would be dirty before you knew it and of course, especially raising 4 boys, it was. However, after many spills and slips, they had dyed the chair a deep purple color and took care of their cat problem. Their cat liked to spray the chair to make it his own and it did reek, but after the continual spraying of her own, Nina won the battle and the chair was fine. And so it became the place where she curled up most all of the time to read.
Every one of the 365 books are not discussed but are indeed listed in the back of the book. Each chapter deals with a certain theme and the books she discusses in that chapter are part of that theme. The theme also relates to an aspect of Ninas life and are written so well, that her words almost sing. She makes you laugh and cry and I found myself agreeing with her on many books as well as jotting down titles to now add to my TBR list. The past, present, and future of all aspects of Ninas life, from children to Anne-Marie are covered in such a way that it is the kind of book you wish you had read slowly or will for sure read again!
The end of the book has Nina discussing a little of what she learned especially about grieving. She also writes that for her, the cure was the reading but for someone else it might be knitting, or cooking, or something else to pour yourself into in order to see what comes back out. She writes:
! We all need a space to just let things be, a place to remember who we are and what is important to us, an interval of time that allows the happiness and joy of living back into our consciousness.my body and soul are healed, but I will never leave the purple chair for long. So many books waiting to be read, so much happiness to be found, so much wonder to be revealed. Amen, Nina Sankovitch, I totally agree!
If you have read a bit about Nina Sankovitchs TOLSTOY AND THE PURPLE CHAIR, then you know the basic story. This is Ninas memoir as she tells of the loss of her older sister, Anne-Marie, who died after a very brief battle with cancer. One of three daughters of immigrants from Belarus, Nina weaves her story around books. Following Anne-Maries death, Nina has a very difficult time dealing with losing her sister. After all, Anne-Marie was the beauty of the family, while younger Natasha was the good girl, and Nina was the pudgy, funny one. She found it very hard to be funny when she ached so over her loss. Anne-Marie was Ninas idol and they shared a special bond just as they shared books. The entire family were lovers of books and grew up reading. Books are a staple in their lives and in fact, what Nina would bring to Anne-Marie while she was in bed and the hospital, knowing deep down she might never get to finish all the books in that TBR (To Be Read) pile. Nina decides after three years of unimaginable grief she just cant get a handle on, that she is going to allow herself to slow down and in honor or her sisters memory, read a book each day and even post a review on her website, for an entire year.
That about tells the premise but not about the little gem that is TOLSTOY AND THE PURPLE CHAIR. I review this as a lover of books which I say up front so you realize my opinion may be slightly prejudiced. However, Nina Sankovitch had me by page 11 when she wrote:
When I was just three years old, the three of us would walk together to the library bookmobile. It stopped at a corner just a few blocks away from our house. In FAHRENHEIR 451, Ray Bradbury describes book smelling like nutmeg or some spice from a foreign land. For me, books do have a spicy smell, but it is a local spice, soothing and familiar. It is the smell of the bookmobile, a mixture of musty pa! ges and warm bodies.
Sankovitch goes on to describe the books for children being on the lower shelves and for adults up high and how they treasured those books. This brought me back to being an 8-year-old, allowed to walk the two blocks (this was in my small town in days when children could actually be safe doing this alone) to the Cornelia Young Library, a beachside branch of our public library. Housed in an old mansion, all I remember was tugging on the heavy wooden doors with the big brass handle and entering a somewhat dim room with a large librarians station in front of you and the childrens books were to the right. And from the moment I pulled that door open, this pudgy little girl was home. Complete with my own set of smells that I can remember until today, but not spicy. Rather a hint of mahogany mixed with the aroma of leather bound books and somewhat musty pages. To me, it was better than Moms blueberry pie! I could pick up to three books and when finished, return them for more. It is where I first met the likes of Bert and Nan Bobbsey, Nancy Drew, and a bit later the daring Trixie Belden. But when I found out LITTLE WOMEN was checked out, week after week, and I proceeded home one day in tears over it, my mother as always saved the day and presented me with her own copy! Thus, I just knew I would grow up to be a writer like Jo, but would always mourn Bethie each time I read it!
So as Nina Sankovitch writes about the books in her year of magical reading, she also writes her memoir. Her decision to read a book a day, (I am so jealous) did have rules attached. Rules which were:
no author could be read more than once; I couldnt reread any books Id already read; I had to write about every book I read. I would read new books and new authors, and read old books by favorite writers. I wouldnt read War and Peace, but I could read Tolstoys last noel, The Forged Coupon. The books would be ones I would have shared with Anne-Marie if I could have, ones we would have talked about, argued over, a! nd some we would have agreed upon.
Although Nina has a rough time starting and adjusting to this rigid schedule, she soon gets into a groove. She has four wonderful boys and a husband who totally understand and help her with this. In fact, the boys even recommend books for her to read. Nina sets aside a special place before she starts so that she has no excuses and here we find the purple chair. This is a chair that her husband brought home in white before their children were born only to be reminded how the white, nubby, flowered material would be dirty before you knew it and of course, especially raising 4 boys, it was. However, after many spills and slips, they had dyed the chair a deep purple color and took care of their cat problem. Their cat liked to spray the chair to make it his own and it did reek, but after the continual spraying of her own, Nina won the battle and the chair was fine. And so it became the place where she curled up most all of the time to read.
Every one of the 365 books are not discussed but are indeed listed in the back of the book. Each chapter deals with a certain theme and the books she discusses in that chapter are part of that theme. The theme also relates to an aspect of Ninas life and are written so well, that her words almost sing. She makes you laugh and cry and I found myself agreeing with her on many books as well as jotting down titles to now add to my TBR list. The past, present, and future of all aspects of Ninas life, from children to Anne-Marie are covered in such a way that it is the kind of book you wish you had read slowly or will for sure read again!
The end of the book has Nina discussing a little of what she learned especially about grieving. She also writes that for her, the cure was the reading but for someone else it might be knitting, or cooking, or something else to pour yourself into in order to see what comes back out. She writes:
! We all need a space to just let things be, a place to remember who we are and what is important to us, an interval of time that allows the happiness and joy of living back into our consciousness.my body and soul are healed, but I will never leave the purple chair for long. So many books waiting to be read, so much happiness to be found, so much wonder to be revealed. Amen, Nina Sankovitch, I totally agree!
GIVEAWAY
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