Read More: The Science of Yoga

I've been looking forward to reading The Science of Yoga: The Risks and the Rewards by William J Broad ever since I read a review in Yoga Journal. And then there was a piece in the Times about gruesome yoga injuries, excerpted from the book, that made me want to read it even more. Finally, it was my turn to pick up my copy from the library. Hallelujah!

It didn't disappoint, for the most part. The premise of the book is that the author takes all these claims about yoga and subjects them to scientific scrutiny. He looks at the studies out there and separates the true from the false from the nobody really knows. Most yoga claims probably fall in that last category, which is hard for a writer to deal with. I mean, how many times can you say "We really don't have the faintest idea" without irritating your reader beyond the point of no return? This was clearly something the poor author struggled with.

The beginning of the book was the strongest. Broad starts by giving a rundown of the history of yoga and health claims and how we came to be in the state we are now. Interesting stuff! Then he moves on to evaluating the physical fitness claims yoga makes. This was by far the best part of the book. Those claims that yoga makes you lose weight? Nope, not true. Provides a good cardio workout? Nope, it's a really poor choice. While yoga can do a lot of nice things, making you slim and developing your aerobic fitness are two things that it ain't going to do. Which is way different than the story that many of us have been sold by all of the yoga chains/dvds/etc. There is also a pretty good chapter on what yoga does for moods, and that is where yoga seems to really shine. Honestly, if yoga can improve mood as dramatically as some studies suggest, then maybe it's not fair to expect it to do a ton of other things, like make you model-like svelte! I mean, we don't expect Prozac to make us drop the pounds do we? Elevating mood alone is a big deal. That yoga can also build strength and flexibility is a big plus, in my view.

As you get farther into the book, however, the author moves into topics that there is way less research about. And at that point, there really is no "science of yoga." The chapters on sex and creativity for example... I'm not really sure they should have been included. It's interesting to think about how yoga might impact these things, for sure. But basically, since there is no real research in these areas, the chapters on them were just full of wild speculation, which is the opposite of what this book is supposed to be about! All of the bits about kundalini-linked transformations... to be honest, I didn't even really understand what the heck we were talking about at that point in the book. I would have liked a little more skepticism in these chapters from the author.

I guess this book has been really controversial because of the way that Broad highlights terrible yoga injuries, as well as the woeful lack of training that many yoga instructors have. I think it's good for people to know that "certified yoga therapist" is not a real thing. Or to be aware of how bad yoga poses can go, so they approach their classes very carefully. I feel really lucky that most of the yoga teachers I've had seem really great, and never try to force people into poses that aren't for them... and are really careful to explain how to set up poses to avoid injuries. Even so, after reading this I approach my practice with a new level of caution, as well as greater enthusiasm, and I think that's a good thing. In my view, this guy is shedding some light on a subject that was kind of shrouded in darkness for most people, and that's a great thing! I think it would be hard for anyone to really argue that he paints yoga in a bad light, though. He practices it daily himself, and he is very positive about it on the whole.

- Kristin

One New Thing: Krik Krak

I've been wanting to experience some Haitian culture for a while now since one of my heroes, Dr. Paul Farmer, is all about Haiti. (Please don't take this to mean that I want to taste some chimp since one of my heroes, Dr. Jane Goodall, is all about chimps.) So for our weekly Funday Kristin and I finally made our way over to Krik Krak, the Haitian restaurant that Poppy, with her wails of protest, kept us from dining at before.

We started off by ordering Cola Lackay to drink. When we asked what it was the waitress told us it was "soda, but very sweet". I could tell by the look on her face that we were in for something terrible, but we wanted to be adventurous so we plunged ahead. It was the color of Jolt and it tasted like Bubbleyum Bubblegum, which is swell for bubblegum, but not for a drink. We had a few sips and then retreated to our waters. Lesson of the day: Be Cowardly and Ye Shall Reap Rewards Aplenty. Like the reward of not making cat butt mouth in public.

For an appetizer we ordered Akra de Malanga. I really have no idea what this was, but it wasn't great. I should note now that I had a cold (yes, another cold) and couldn't taste a whole lot. What I tasted when I dipped the dumpling in the sauce was burning. When I didn't dip the dumpling in the sauce I tasted nothing.

Then to the main entrees. Kristin ordered Poulet Maison. I ordered Filet de Poisson, which was tilapia in a buttery, garlic sauce. Although you can't go wrong with butter and garlic, it wasn't anything super special like I was hoping for.

All in all it was not exactly a disappointing dining experience, but my expectations were so high that it was destined to fail. I thought Haitian food would be a culinary adventure, but it was just the same ol' same ol'.

- Megan Leigh

I concur with Megan. I thought the food was reasonably tasty, but it wasn't the culinary explosion I had hoped for. You've got to understand that our visit to this place has been months in the making! Our expectations were probably way too high. I think most of the stuff we could have made ourselves--and if we had, I would have been pleased about how they turned out. But when you go to a restaurant, you want something you couldn't recreate at home! At least I do. Also, it was pretty darn expensive for what it was. Still, it was fun to finally get to go!

-Kristin

Read More: How We Are Hungry

I didn't love How We Are Hungry like I usually love Dave Eggers' books. I think it was because this was a collection of short stories, rather than a novel. Each chapter is a story about a different character and something they hunger for, primarily relationships and human companionship. With the exception of just a few stories, I would have loved to have had most of these story lines expanded into a book. I would have especially liked the story with Hand, who I bonded with in You Shall Know Our Velocity, to be expanded. When I began reading that chapter (towards the beginning of the book) I was excited, thinking this was a sequel. Alas! There were a few stories that didn't fit in stylistically and I could have lived without them. All in all it was an entertaining read, but it just doesn't get the super rating I am used to giving Eggers' works.

On a bit of a tangential note, the other night Marty and I were discussing A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. He tidbitted that in the first edition it was revealed that his niece and nephew were imaginary. I'm pretty sure I didn't have the first edition because this was quite the surprise. As I tried to think back about it, I realized that I remember nothing about this book, except one scene: He is driving on a winding California cliff highway like in a Hitchcock movie, imagining what would happen if he drove off the side. He formulated a plan where he would stay with the car, then just before it hits the ground he jumps up and off the roof of the car, missing the impact and hopping to safety. I filed this away in my brain because it was the perfect solution, and I figured it could easily come in handy in the future. (I read this book before I developed my California aversion). So anyway, after I read The Wild Things, I will have pretty much read all that I care to at the moment by Eggers, and then it will be time to do some repeats!

- Megan Leigh

In the Theater: Beauty and the Beast 3D

Last night me and Cat traveled down to Times Square to see Beauty and the Beast in 3D - my favorite Disney movie in 2D. I've only seen one 3D movie before, Despicable Me, and didn't feel that 3D added much to the experience. With Beauty and the Beast it actually took away from the experience. Maybe because this time I had something else to compare it to. Maybe because I am an old fogey and stuck in my ways. In 3D, there were some interesting parts - coming into the town at the beginning was like looking in a pop up book. However, for most of the time it was just overwhelming. It also made the animation look poorly done in parts.

After the movie Cat felt there were too many holes in the story. For starters, the witch gave the Beast only until he was 21 to change his ways. That's a very young age to learn lessons by! And the castle had been enchanted for 10 years, meaning the poor Beast was cursed when he was only 11 years old! Who isn't a big brat at 11? Who was the real beast in this story? And why was the boy beast all alone in this giant castle when he was so little? She had more holes she noted during the movie, but couldn't remember afterwards. Another issue I had was that they never explained the magic mirror in his possession.

Even in 3D the movie was still beautiful and the songs were still great and I just have no idea why Disney has gone in the opposite direction with their movies.

Now I will start watching the Beauty and the Beast TV show that is streaming on Netflix. It came out when I was little and I enjoyed it. I expect it is really horrible (in a wonderful way) now. 

After the movie, since we were in the area, we decided to give Steak 'n Shake another chance. This time we skipped the burgers and just went for chili and fries. The chili was just fine, but the fries were still not quite right. At least this time we got to sit down, which was pretty miraculous because it was quite busy. I'll probably return again for chili. Such good chili...

- Megan Leigh

Read More: Vitamin Discoveries and Disasters

I really enjoyed The Emperor of All Maladies--I wrote about that book sort of recently on this very blog. As I was reading it, I thought "wouldn't it be fun if there was a similar book about the history of vitamins? Something fun to read, easy to understand? That would be so useful at work!" I don't know if you've ever tried to delve into the science of vitamins, but it can get deathly boring fast.

So I started looking around. I found this book: Vitamin Discoveries and Disasters, by Frances Rachel Frankennurg. It's not quite the compelling read that Emperor of All Maladies was. But it's written in a charming way. The author uses plain and matter-of-fact writing, but she has uncovered lots of amusing anecdotes about the discovery of vitamins--and an understated sense of humor lurks behind the stories throughout. It's sort of written in the style of a bed-time story for dorky children, à la Microbe Hunters by Paul de Krief. Anyway, if you're interested in what vitamins do and how we figured that out, then this is a decent choice!

-Kristin

Read More: The Neverending Story

Continuing my reading of young adult and children's literature, I decided to read The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. I had no idea until fairly recently that it was a book first. Would the book be even better than the movie? It was hard to believe that this would be the case, since it is one of the greatest movies ever, but I was excited to find out. At least until Elliot saw what I was reading on the bus and asked loudly, "You're reading that?" As if only a mentally disabled adult would be reading such drivel. After that I could feel the eye's of other passengers on the buses and trains reading the cover and staring at me with their awful judging eyes.

The first half of the book was the old, familiar story we all know and love with two minor, but oh-so-major differences. First, the world was Fantastica, rather than Fantasia. Fantastica is a much less appealing name. Whoever thought to change it, kudos to you sir or ma'am. Second, my heartbreak was not mended in the book. Artax did not come back to life. Normally I like a bit of death in my novels,  but only of people, not horses and other animals. In addition, there were a few scenes left out of the movie, but to no ill affect. If anything, the movie was better than the book, which is highly unusual. They did a great job figuring out what the different creatures would look like and they made them much more endearing, scary, etc. than the book did.

In the second half of the book Bastian gets stuck in Fantastica and must find his way back. He is given the power to make his wishes come true and reconstruct Fantastica, but there is a cost and he may get stuck there forever. Maybe this is what the Neverending Story 2 is about. I saw it once and don't remember a thing about it, except that it wasn't very good. The same goes for the second half of the book. I cared not a whit for this Bastian and whether he found his way back to his papa or not.

To sum this review up: skip the book, watch the movie.

- Megan Leigh

Read More: Death in the City of Light

Update: My opinion on this book differs a bit from Kristin's. I decided to read the book, despite her advice not to bother with it, and was happy that I did. The first 3/4ths of the book were definitely more interesting, but I didn't find the trial section as tedious as she did. It was written in a way that I couldn't guess if he would be convicted or acquitted. I do think it could have been written in a more concise fashion, but it didn't bother me much. There were many questions that remained unanswered, but speculation is half the fun!

- Megan Leigh

This was a random read. I picked up Death in the City of Light on a trip to the library to get some other books--it was in the new releases section.

It is about a serial killer who haunted Nazi-occupied Paris. You know how I love my Eric Larson books, so I figured this historical crime book might be fun too. Also, the critics apparently loved this book, so that was a good sign. Perhaps it was time to give another true-crime author a chance. But was this a fun read, you ask? It was just so-so.

The story is a compelling one. An elegant Parisian townhouse hides grisly secrets. A sadistic doctor is accused of a staggering number of murders, hiding within the chaos of war-time Paris. It sounds like the plot of a promising horror movie, right? All of the elements are there, and the book starts out with a lot of promise. But it starts to really drag midway through, and by the end it gets really bogged down in descriptions of the court case. Over all, this book was easy and mostly enjoyable to read. But I'm not sure I would recommend it. It's so long, and in the end very little is resolved.

One plus is that I learned a lot about Nazi-occupied France. Did you know that France was occupied for four years? Four years! I had no idea. And that Hitler ordered Paris destroyed, with explosives ready to blow up the Eiffel Tower and all of the other prominent buildings in Paris? The Nazi general in charge of Paris refused to follow orders though, and luckily the Allied Forces came to the rescue before the whole city was in absolute ruins. These are the kinds of things we should all learn in history class!

-Kristin