I’m known for being a tea snob lover (see HERE) and I often receive books about tea. During my January clear out of books, I came across three books about tea, two of which I’ve read, a third which I just started last night — and all totally enjoyed. So grab yourself a cup of tea and lets talk about them — okay?

A present from my sister, this cookbook takes tea out of the cup and into food. I was doubtful at first, but Eat Tea gives ideas and recipes for such dishes as Tea Smoked Chicken, Orange Jasmine Biscotti, Green Tea Crusted Salmon, and one of my favorites ~~ Earl Grey Chocolate Mousse. The opening chapters cover how to brew tea for cooking and how to match various teas with food. Okay, so it’s not an everyday cookbook, but it lives with my other cookbooks because it’s so darn unusual. I think I’ll make the biscotti for a tea-loving friend who’s coming to visit next week.

Ms. Gustafson was a tea expert, tea buyer and lecturer…but is probably best known as the former tea guru for Berkeley’s infamous Chez Panisse restaurant (just go with it ~~ it’s California). She was quite the character, you can learn more about her HERE.

The Agony of the Leaves refers to the swirling action of the loose tea leaves immersed in boiling water and has been used for centuries to describe when the oxygen of the boiling water allows the tea leaf to release it’s flavor. Couldn’t get more tea nerdy than that — but fear not, this quirky little book is more a memoir than a pedantic tea book. Ms. Gustafson’s life was influenced by tea and the tales of her adventures and travels are surprisingly entertaining. The book opens with a wonderful chapter called Teatime in the Sun Room which describes her midwest childhood tea times (every day except Sunday), in a sun filled room, complete with mis-matched china, a sky-blue teapot and home made treats. The book goes into poetic rapture about the qualities of Darjeeling which she calls the ‘mindblowers of the tea world’ and goes on to explain that the harder it is to explain what the tea tastes like the better your Darjeeling. The book talks about all sorts of tea brands I’d never heard of before, such as Bramah Ceylon Tea and Drysdale Breakfast Tea. Ms. Gustafson is not a fan of favored teas, but does admit that, like many other L.O.L.’s (little old ladies) she does enjoy Constant Comment tea (what does it mean that it’s one of my favorites too ? — sigh). There’s a wonderful chapter which pays homage to San Francisco’s iconic, but now closed, Waters Upton Tearoom — with its comfy couches, equestrian decor and down the back alley toilet. Sadly, The Agony of the Leaves is out of print, but you will find copies in used bookstores and on-line. If you are a tea lover or know one, it would make a great gift. Any tea lover will – well – love it.

Aren’t you just pulled in by this dramatic title? For all the Tea in China: How England Stole the World’s Favorite Drink and Changed History. I’m only three chapters into this slim book, a gift from a friend, but I’m enthralled already. It reads more like an adventure story than a history of the tea trade. The book tells the remarkable account of Robert Fortune, a Scottish gardener, botanist, and plant hunter. In 1848, Fortune was hired by the British East India Company to make a clandestine trip into the interior of China—territory forbidden to foreigners—to steal the closely guarded secrets of tea horticulture and manufacturing. Fortune’s journeys into China are at the heart of this history and as one reviewer called it — a wild combination of Indiana Jones and PBS garden shows. Count me in. I’ll tell you more when I finish.

So there you go, three books I thought I might get rid of during my annual January Book Clean Out ~~ but now that I’ve spent time with each of these tea lovers tomes – they’re staying.

Turns out I’m actually hopeless at culling books and, you know what, I don’t care.

I’m a New Year’s cliche.

Early January I started back with Classical Stretch– a PBS series Husband faithfully does every morning and claims great rewards — (no more need for his knee brace when playing tennis, etc.) However, I tend to forget to breathe, which is very, very bad, and as a result, I twisted my back. Cut to severe pain – out of commission. Doctor diagnosed a herniated disc – my second one — darn it. So as I gingerly stretched (breathe, darn it, breathe) and took short walks, I suddenly remembered I had this book ~~ Crooked: Outwitting the Back Pain Industry and Getting on the Road to Recovery.

I dug it out and found my bookmark still 1/3 of the way through. I restarted and read along as, Ms. Ramin, an investigative reporter takes us through her experiences with back pain, caused by a horse riding accident in her teens, and continued through three decades. In an attempt to search out the best practices among the plethora of back treatment options, she peels back the cover on the often profit seeking ‘crooked’ back pain industry. She interviewed spine surgeons, pain management doctors, physical medicine and rehabilitation physicians, exercise physiologists, physical therapists, chiropractors, and specialized bodywork practitioners. Further she talked to back pain sufferers – those still suffering and those recovered.

The first part of the book discusses the problems of the back care industry, and the often quick leap to back surgery and other invasive treatments. Ms. Ramin, as a journalist, submits herself to various treatments in the name of research and exposes corrupt practices and doctors. The author is not a fan of chiropractors or their treatment practices. They are, it turns out, pretty loosely regulated.

(N.B. I know many people who benefit greatly from chiropractors and, so for me, this may still be an option.)

I somewhat skimmed through this section as I’m not that bad, and neither I or my doctor are even considering surgery. But I did learn that disc problems like mine are not helped by removing or fusing a disc. Herniated discs will go back in place and get well. Which led me to the the second part of the book, which focuses on solutions.

I honed right in on my diagnosis, and learned that discs don’t actually slip. They are securely attached to the end plates of our vertebrae, but they do bulge and herniate. The dubious good news is that as we get older the less likely discs will herniate, because they dry out.

Ms. Ramin reinforces that our sedentary lifestyles with too much sitting, heads constantly forward, and a c-curved spine causes deterioration of the spine, muscle loss, and resulting pain. Then I read (and re-read) the best chapter in the book — The Back Whisperers. Turns out proper reconditioning with exercises and soft tissue work can make such a difference. She talks about how we limit our movements and hold our backs in awkward positions to avoid back pain — which promotes further back de-conditioning. (I’m automatically straightening up as I write this). She goes into detail on the importance of proper body conditioning with correctly executed exercises and how to reduce the effects of poor posture and body movement.

Yes, Crooked reveals the dark side of the (money making) back pain industry and spends a lot of time on what NOT to do. But happily, there’s plenty of advice of what one should look into: Non impact exercise such as Tai Chi, Pilates and Yoga; body movement classes such as Feldenkries; and PT sessions with a certified orthopedic clinical specialist who importantly, should not be connected with a surgery practice. (See I took lots of notes)

In the end, I came away with the sobering thought that there is no cure for chronic back pain. But can it be successfully managed and one can return to a normal life. For me, that doesn’t mean running a marathon — just now the ability to walk and climb stairs without pain. And eventually back to my garden, exercise classes, hiking, working at my book store, and, of course being able to travel/traverse around far flung destinations.

I highlighted this quote:

“You are going to hurt while you go through treatment – I know myself that it is no picnic. But the opportunity cost of not climbing out the other side is not acceptable.” She adds: “Back pain is not the unsolvable enigma of modern medicine, but successful rehabilitation takes sweat, persistence and a lifetime of hard work.”

Talk about hard word, Crooked is a result of just that — with its incredible amount of research. I wholeheartedly prescribe this book and a personal thank you goes out to Ms. Ramin.

What the book doesn’t discuss is that when your back hurts – the universe suddenly makes you fumble fingered – dropping everything from the soap in the shower to your keys — just sayin’.

See you. I’m getting up now to do a beginners Tai Chi session – turns out there’s all sorts of videos on You Tube.

Any other advice from my Book Barmy gang would be greatly appreciated.

My copy of Crooked was most generously provided by the author several years ago.

Faithful Place is the third installment in the Dublin murder squad series and I’m just as jazzed about this one as the first two — In the Woods and The Likeness.

What is unique about this series is that a character who had a minor role in one book may be the protagonist in another — with a case told from their perspective. You don’t have to read Ms. French’s series in order – but I am.

Here we have the foul-mouthed, manipulative Frank from the second book, The Likeness which focused on Cassie, a female undercover officer. But in Faithful Place we get a better understanding of Frank’s hardscrabble childhood and gain insight into his toughness.

Frank is called back to his poor childhood neighborhood of Faithful Place, Dublin — which he has avoided for years. His sister calls to tell him that his first love Rosie Daly’s suitcase has been found.

Twenty two years ago, Frank was in love with Rosie whose father forbid the romance, assuming that his own family, poor as it might be, was stationed above the Mackeys. Frank and Rosie are determined to escape their families and inevitable destinies by running away to London. They saved their money, bought the tickets, and on the night they were to leave, Frank sneaked out to wait for Rosie ~~ but she never showed up. With his heart broken, Frank fled the rough neighborhood of Faithful Place vowing never to return. Now he’s drawn back to investigate the discovery of her suitcase and long ago disappearance.

“I waited there in the shadows, watching the plumes of smoke that my breath sent into the lamplight, while the bells tolled three and four and five. The night faded to a thin sad gray and round the corner a milk cart clattered over cobblestones towards the dairy, and I was still waiting for Rosie Daly at the top of Faithful Place.”

“The suitcase was by the window. It was a pale-blue thing with rounded corners, spotted over with big patches of black mold, and it was a crack open; someone had forced the pathetic tin locks. What got to me was how small it was… Rosie had been heading for a whole new life with something she could carry one-handed.”

The opening pages of Faithful Place draws you in, as we go back in time to Frank’s younger years in this rough Dublin neighborhood. There are many flashbacks, which under a lesser writer can be confusing and superfluous, but Ms. French handles them with such genius that a reader will never loose track of what’s happening.

Frank’s perspective is often cruel, unforgiving, and especially self serving. But here is where Ms. French shines. One can’t help but become deeply involved with her characters. And, as you keep reading and start to scratch the surface you see why Frank is such a mess (can everyone say ‘family discord’? ). About a third of the way through the book, I fell hard for Frank and my heart ached for him. In Faithful Place, Frank faces unanswered questions, unethical behaviors, and ultimately himself. Ms. French takes us on this roller coaster ride all while deftly adding layer upon layer to the mystery

It’s difficult to pigeonhole Ms. French’s novels – they are so much more than mere police thrillers or murder mysteries. Her books are atmospheric, yet literary, and deliver complex insights into what brings people to the precipices in their lives — and then — what ultimately saves them.

If you’re not reading this Tana French series, you’re seriously missing out.

I’m sure most everyone is bored by this, but sometimes it bears repeating.  I volunteer at the Friends of the S.F. Library Bookstore, and every so often we get vintage books.

For five dollars I took this charmer home.  Just look at that cover, can you blame me?  (Volunteering yet still buying books — this is why Husband has gray hair.)

Marriage for Rosamond was written in 1937 and published by Madison Square Books which sports the following marketing blurb on the back with a listing of their titles:

Books for every taste and mood — outstanding novels, delightful romances, thrilling mysteries, two-gun Westerns.

Can’t you just picture these colorful volumes carelessly stacked on musty bookshelves in knotty pine summer homes in upstate New York, with comfortably shabby furniture, porch swings, and long afternoons reading…

Okay, sorry folks, I’m back from my daydreaming digression.

Marriage for Rosamond was one of Madison Square’s romances, the chick-lit of the 1930’s.

The plot revolves around the innocent and privileged Rosamond who falls in love with Jim.  But in this period piece they don’t just fall in love, they woo, for pages and pages.  I almost gave up, but when they finally get married and Rosamond moves to Jim’s grand home in Kansas City, the plot actually got more interesting and there were some simple, but unforeseen developments.

Jim has a sickly brother Rich, and Jim dotes upon him.  Rich moves into their house and while he doesn’t seem all that ill, he has trouble recovering from small health setbacks.  Rosamond has mixed feelings, recognizing that Jim is being manipulated — but she decides to stick it out as a loving and devoted wife:

[She] learned hard lessons during these weeks.  She learned to sit quietly by while Jim talked of Rich; his accident, the possible weakening of his reserve strength, his childhood illnesses.  She learn to eat her meals with Jim sunk into depressed silence or starting up when one of the nurses came downstairs.  She learned — and this was the bitterest lesson of all! — that she did not count at all with Jim, at least while Rich was so ill.

When Rosamond is called upon to be Rich’s full time caregiver — the situation becomes intolerable.  Rosamond flees back to her devoted grandfather and their comfortable family home.  All seems over with the marriage — but in the end the story revolves around to a satisfying ending.

What I found most interesting about Marriage for Rosamond was the author’s writing style — typical of the period.  The literate vocabulary was a joy with proper usage of words such as ~~ benighted, quiddity, indubitably and vivant.

And, the often sentimental passages, which border on the saccharine, in this context are merely old-fashioned and somehow touching:

She dropped a velvet cheek against his hand…

Jim was too close to the weaving to see the pattern…

For me this romantic novel was a master class in 1930’s American domestic drama and while it was sometimes over dramatic, it was never overwrought.

I had a grand time reading Marriage for Rosamond