<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952</id><updated>2011-11-30T20:56:01.129-08:00</updated><category term='sculpture'/><category term='frank tozer'/><category term='news'/><category term='ariana franklin'/><category term='bosnia'/><category term='judith'/><category term='books'/><category term='nightmare'/><category term='louis riel'/><category term='grace'/><category term='death'/><category term='Tolstoy'/><category term='howard zinn'/><category term='community'/><category term='K.Linda Kivi'/><category term='birds'/><category term='non fiction'/><category term='manhood'/><category term='Ayn Rand'/><category 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Come visit and find books hand-picked by Jennie covering philosophy, politics, gardening, building, crime fiction, children's books and more.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3764206050094002626</id><published>2011-09-25T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:51:16.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennie has a new website!</title><content type='html'>News and recommendations from Jennie's Book Garden can now be viewed here: &lt;a href="http://jenniesbookgarden.ca/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Jennie's New Website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3764206050094002626?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3764206050094002626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/jennie-has-new-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3764206050094002626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3764206050094002626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/jennie-has-new-website.html' title='Jennie has a new website!'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-2248930843752018806</id><published>2011-09-22T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:47:30.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CURSE THE RIVER OF TIME by Per Petterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/book-review/per-pettersons-i-curse-the-river-of-time/"&gt;Words Without Borders&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reviewed by &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/book-review/contributor/mythiligrao"&gt;Mythili G. Rao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2010/7/7/1278510061338/I-Curse-the-River-of-Time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2010/7/7/1278510061338/I-Curse-the-River-of-Time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  “He’s thirty-seven years old, but I wouldn’t call him a grown up. &amp;nbsp;That  would be an exaggeration. &amp;nbsp;He’s getting a divorce. &amp;nbsp;I don’t know what  to do with him.” These words, spoken by protagonist Arvid Janson’s weary  mother in the final pages of Per Petterson’s latest novel, &lt;em&gt;I Curse the River of Time&lt;/em&gt;are  an apt assessment. &amp;nbsp;Newly diagnosed with stomach cancer, Arvid’s mother  has left Norway for her hometown in Denmark, and Arvid, burdened with a  host of ailments of his own, has followed her, his intentions unclear  even to himself. Arvid wants to console and support his mother, (“Damn  it, I knew she was ill, she might even die; that was why I was here,  that was why I had come after her, I was sure of it,”) but not only is  there an old, open wound of misunderstanding between &amp;nbsp;mother and son to  contend with, there is also the creaking failure of Arvid’s fifteen-year  marriage weighing on him, as well as the final collapse of his  political ideals to reconcile with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;  “‘It’s me,’ I said.&lt;br /&gt;‘I know who it is,’ she said. I heard your thoughts clatter all the way down from the road. Are you broke?’”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 40px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Are you broke?” is the question Arvid’s mother used to playfully ask  her son while he was still a carefree, penniless college student—before  he dropped out of school to put his faith in Communism to test, trading  an education for a production-line job at the factory where his father  had labored for a lifetime, and leaving his mother (a factory worker  herself) incensed. Arvid settled easily into the physical rhythms of the  job and was convinced that the act of work was inherently important,  but it did not take long for him to see that he had “joined the  proletariat which did not actually exist anymore, but was an  anachronism.” In breaking with the promise of his old life, he had  become “a man out of time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petterson has written about Arvid Jansen before. &lt;em&gt;In the Wake &lt;/em&gt;finds  its protagonist grappling with the horrific death of his parents and  younger brothers in a ferry accident just like the one that took the  lives of Petterson’s own parents and two of his three brothers two  decades ago. The Arvid Jansen of &lt;em&gt;I Curse the River of Time&lt;/em&gt; may still have two living parents and more than one living brother, but his story is still an unflinchingly dark one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/book-review/per-pettersons-i-curse-the-river-of-time/"&gt;read more....&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-2248930843752018806?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2248930843752018806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-curse-river-of-time-by-per-petterson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2248930843752018806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2248930843752018806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-curse-river-of-time-by-per-petterson.html' title='I CURSE THE RIVER OF TIME by Per Petterson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-2822309604256462914</id><published>2011-09-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T13:25:19.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISS PEREGRINE'S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN by Ransom Riggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar-children-ransom-riggs"&gt;Stainless Steel Droppings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;By  &lt;span class="the_author"&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/author/site-admin" rel="author" title="Posts by Carl V."&gt;Carl V.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/images/2011/06/missperegrine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/images/2011/06/missperegrine.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Several years ago I recall poo-pooing the concept of the book  trailer.  Experience has taught me that the quality of those early  trailers had a lot to do with my assumptions about their value and  effectiveness.  That said, I had not been swayed to buy a book based on a  book trailer.  That all changed when the trailer for Ransom Riggs’  debut novel found its way to me on Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XWrNyVhSJUU" width="440"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was lost…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy for a young boy to believe the tales woven by a loving  grandfather–of monsters, a magical home, and children with amazing  powers.  But as that boy matures his grandfather’s tales develop the  taint of untruth and what once seemed so very real is now nothing more  than fairy stories.  So what if his grandfather had pictures of these  children, pictures that in childhood were quite convincing?  To the  boy’s eye these photos now appear faked, doctored, impossible.  And so  the grandfather stopped telling the stories and a special bond was lost.   Then one night tragedy struck and the now adolescent boy saw  something–something that should not be real, could not be real.  That  one night will send the boy on a journey in which he discovers that  truth is sometimes stranger, and scarier, than fiction. &lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar-children-ransom-riggs"&gt;read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-2822309604256462914?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2822309604256462914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2822309604256462914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2822309604256462914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar.html' title='MISS PEREGRINE&apos;S HOME FOR PECULIAR CHILDREN by Ransom Riggs'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XWrNyVhSJUU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-136531247605450219</id><published>2011-09-17T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T09:34:49.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HIDDEN CHILD by Camilla Läckberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://bookblog.scandinavianbooks.com/the-hidden-child-by-camilla-lackberg-review/"&gt;Nordic Bookblog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;review by Peter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hidden Child&lt;/em&gt; (original title &lt;em&gt;Tyskungen&lt;/em&gt;) is the fifth novel in Camilla Läckberg’s bestselling Swedish crime fiction series, and the sequel to &lt;em&gt;The Gallows Bird&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scandinavianbooks.com/pics/hidden-child-lackberg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.scandinavianbooks.com/pics/hidden-child-lackberg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like many Swedish fathers, Detective Patrik Hedstrom has chosen to  take a paternity leave to stay home for awhile with his one year old  daughter Maja. His wife, Erica Falck, wants to spend this time writing a  new crime book. However, they both have a hard time adjusting to the  new situation. Erica has discovered her mother’s wartime diaries in her  attic, along with a mysterious Nazi medal and a blood-stained baby  shirt. Curious to learn more, she consults a local World War II  historian about the medal and begins to read her mother’s diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, the ageing historian is found brutally murdered in his  house, where he lives alone with his brother – a man engaged in the  worldwide hunt for Nazi war criminals. Why has the historian been killed  now, so long after the war? Did he represent a threat to the growing  Neo-Nazi movement in Sweden? Did he have knowledge of long-hidden  secrets from the war years in Sweden?&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://bookblog.scandinavianbooks.com/the-hidden-child-by-camilla-lackberg-review/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;read more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-136531247605450219?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/136531247605450219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/hidden-child-by-camilla-lackberg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/136531247605450219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/136531247605450219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/hidden-child-by-camilla-lackberg.html' title='THE HIDDEN CHILD by Camilla Läckberg'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5948425570270597278</id><published>2011-09-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:46:39.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the end for books?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/aug/14/kindle-books?utm_source=Publishers+Weekly%27s+PW+Daily&amp;amp;utm_campaign=70f53e712d-UA-15906914-1&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a class="contributor" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/sam-leith" rel="author"&gt;Sam Leith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="main-content-picture"&gt;&lt;img alt="Avid Reader" height="276" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2011/8/12/1313173716217/Avid-Reader-007.jpg" width="460" /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;From books to bytes … Willis's bookshop in Edinburgh, 1955. Photograph: John Murray/Getty Images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1996, the US computer entrepreneur &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/aug/01/internet-archive-books-brewster-kahle" title=""&gt;Brewster Kahle&lt;/a&gt; set&amp;nbsp;up the Internet Archive,  its&amp;nbsp;mission being to provide "universal access to all knowledge". This  admirable project strives to store copies of every single web page ever  posted: a ghostly archive of the virtual. So what are we to&amp;nbsp;make of the  fact that, a decade and a half later, this digital pioneer is turning  from bytes to books? In what seems, on&amp;nbsp;the face of it, an act of  splendid perversity, Kahle has set up a series of converted shipping  containers in California where he hopes to create another archive – one  that contains a&amp;nbsp;copy of every book ever published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His action  touches on an anxiety. Are books, like defunct internet pages, heading  towards the point where they&amp;nbsp;will be archived as an academic curiosity?  Some think so. You won't find any shortage of people willing to  pronounce the printed book doomed, arguing that the convenience and  searchability of digital text and the emergence of a Kindle-first generation will render them obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certainly,  electronic books have&amp;nbsp;overcome their technological obstacles. Page  turns are fast enough, battery life is long enough, and screens are  legible in sunlight. Digital sales now account for 14% of Penguin's  business. But there are reasons to reject the idea that the extinction  of&amp;nbsp;the printed book is just around the corner, just as there were  reasons to reject the notion that e-books would never catch on because  you couldn't read them in the bath and, y'know, books are such lovely  objects.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/aug/14/kindle-books?utm_source=Publishers+Weekly%27s+PW+Daily&amp;amp;utm_campaign=70f53e712d-UA-15906914-1&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/aug/14/kindle-books?utm_source=Publishers+Weekly%27s+PW+Daily&amp;amp;utm_campaign=70f53e712d-UA-15906914-1&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5948425570270597278?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5948425570270597278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-this-end-for-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5948425570270597278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5948425570270597278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/is-this-end-for-books.html' title='Is this the end for books?'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5135713721362151361</id><published>2011-09-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:30:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Rose - An interview with David Foster Wallace</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?showShareButtons=true&amp;amp;docId=7171768127610835594%3A1395000%3A1956000&amp;amp;hl=en" style="height: 326px; width: 400px;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5135713721362151361?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5135713721362151361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/charlie-rose-interview-with-david.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5135713721362151361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5135713721362151361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/charlie-rose-interview-with-david.html' title='Charlie Rose - An interview with David Foster Wallace'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6517219067057277336</id><published>2011-09-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:01:58.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CAT'S TABLE by Michael Ondaatje</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/8697615/The-Cats-Table-by-Michael-Ondaatje-review.html"&gt;The Telegraph&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Beth Jones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of Michael Ondaatje’s 1982 memoir, &lt;i&gt;Running in the    Family&lt;/i&gt;, is a chapter entitled “Harbour”. Describing the luxury liners,    the blue tugs and the Maldive fishing vessels that skim out into the thick    night air from Sri Lanka’s main port, the author recalls a “frail memory    dragged up out of the past”: it is the early Fifties and he is going to the    harbour to say goodbye to a family member at dusk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="secondPar"&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/01315/CatsTable_jpg_1315306cl-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/01315/CatsTable_jpg_1315306cl-3.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is the briefest of chapters, a mere 200-odd words, yet faint crepuscular    memories are sketched with such deftness that it’s impossible not to imagine    sailing out into the night upon dark infinite waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="thirdPar"&gt;Turn the opening pages of Ondaatje’s sixth novel, &lt;i&gt;The Cat’s Table&lt;/i&gt;,    and this harbour landscape greets the mind’s eye once more. The narrator,    Michael, is remembering himself as a boy of 11 waiting for the ocean liner    Oronsay to sail from Colombo docks. This time he is a passenger himself,    travelling alone on the 21-day voyage to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day of the crossing he dines at the cat’s table, Table 76, “the least    privileged place” in the ship’s dining room, shared with a cast of misfits    including two other boys, Ramadhin and Cassius. Exploring the ship, going    where young boys shouldn’t, the three soon learn that what’s important    “happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power”. &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/8697615/The-Cats-Table-by-Michael-Ondaatje-review.html"&gt;read more....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fifthPar"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6517219067057277336?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6517219067057277336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/cats-table-by-michael-ondaatje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6517219067057277336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6517219067057277336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/cats-table-by-michael-ondaatje.html' title='THE CAT&apos;S TABLE by Michael Ondaatje'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5411921807661165372</id><published>2011-09-05T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T14:21:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WINTER OF THE LIONS by Jan Costin Wagner</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.co.uk/editions/9781407075082"&gt;The Random House Group &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/TWotLions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/TWotLions.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year since the tragic death of his wife, Detective Kimmo Joentaa  has prepared for the isolation of Christmas with a glass of milk and a  bottle of vodka to arm himself against the harsh Finnish winter.  However, this year events take an unexpected turn when a young woman  turns up on his doorstep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long afterwards two men are found  murdered, one of whom is Joentaa’s colleague, a forensic pathologist.  When it becomes clear that both victims had recently been guests on  Finland’s most famous talk show, Kimmo is called upon to use all his  powers of intuition and instinct to solve the case. Meanwhile the killer  is lying in wait, ready to strike again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Kimmo Joentaa,  prizewinning author Jan Costin Wagner has created a lonely hero in the  Philip Marlowe mould, who uses his unusual gifts for psychological  insight to delve deep inside the minds of the criminals he pursues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5411921807661165372?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5411921807661165372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/winter-of-lions-by-jan-costin-wagner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5411921807661165372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5411921807661165372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/09/winter-of-lions-by-jan-costin-wagner.html' title='THE WINTER OF THE LIONS by Jan Costin Wagner'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1384854198713141992</id><published>2011-07-05T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T10:38:24.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paperback Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/02/books/paperback-game-fun-with-literary-opening-lines.html?_r=2&amp;amp;pagewanted=1&amp;amp;ref=general&amp;amp;src=me"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;written by &lt;a class="meta-per" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/g/dwight_garner/index.html?inline=nyt-per" rel="author" title="More Articles by Dwight Garner"&gt;DWIGHT GARNER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="meta-per" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/g/dwight_garner/index.html?inline=nyt-per" rel="author" title="More Articles by Dwight Garner"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/07/02/arts/PAPERBACK/PAPERBACK-articleLarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/07/02/arts/PAPERBACK/PAPERBACK-articleLarge.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what you’ll need to play: slips of paper (index cards work well),  a handful of pencils or pens and a pile of paperback books. Any sort of  book will do, from a Dostoyevsky to a Jennifer Egan, and from diet  guides to the Kama Sutra. But we’ve found it’s especially rewarding to  use genre books: mysteries, romance novels, science fiction, pulp  thrillers, westerns, the cheesier the better. If you don’t have  well-thumbed mass-market paperbacks in your house, you can usually buy a  pile from your library, or from a used-book store, for roughly 50 cents  a pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people flee from games they fear will be public I.Q. tests or will  expose gaps in their literary knowledge — their inability to  differentiate between, say, Lily Bart and Isabel Archer, or between John  Barth, Roland Barthes and Donald Barthelme. This is not that kind of  game. A little learning helps. But I’ve seen precocious preteenagers  wipe the floor with fairly elite published writers. Which is another way  of saying that even nonmandarins can play the paperback game and  sometimes win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you’ve gathered your loved ones at the table — 4 to 10 is optimal —  and opened fresh bottles of wine and perhaps put on an old Ry Cooder  record, here is how the game unfolds. One player, the “picker” for this  turn, selects a book from the pile and shows its cover around. Then he  or she flips it over and reads aloud the often overwrought  publisher-supplied copy on the back cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing these descriptions read aloud is among the game’s distinct joys.  Here is one example, from the back cover of a paperback titled “Paradise Wild”  (1981), by Johanna Lindsey. Try to imagine the following recited in the  voice of the fellow who does the husky voice-overs for coming  attractions in theaters, or by your slightly tipsy best friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A well-born Boston beauty, Corinne Barrows has traveled halfway around  the world in search of Jared Burkett — a dashing rouge and a devil; a  honey-tongued charmer who seduced and despoiled her ... and then  abandoned the impetuous lady after awakening a need that only he could  satisfy. She has found him on the lush and lovely island of Hawaii.”  This goes on, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason it’s less fun to play with serious rather than genre novels  is that their back covers tend to contain phrases like “sweeping  meditation on mortality and loss” rather than “a need that only he could  satisfy.”        &lt;br /&gt;The other players absorb these words, and then write on their slips of  paper what they imagine to be a credible first sentence for Ms.  Lindsey’s novel. Essentially, they need to come up with something good —  or bad — enough to fool the other players into thinking that this might  be the book’s actual first sentence. Players initial their slips of  paper and place them upside down in a pile at the center of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the picker — the person who read the back cover aloud — writes  the book’s actual first sentence on another slip of paper. He or she  collects all the slips, mixing the real first sentence with the fakes,  and commences to read each one aloud. Each person votes on what he or  she thinks is the real first sentence.&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/02/books/paperback-game-fun-with-literary-opening-lines.html?pagewanted=2&amp;amp;_r=2&amp;amp;ref=general&amp;amp;src=me"&gt; read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1384854198713141992?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1384854198713141992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/taken-from-new-york-times-written-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1384854198713141992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1384854198713141992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/taken-from-new-york-times-written-by.html' title='The Paperback Game'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-9153580992577229281</id><published>2011-07-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T12:25:53.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BOOK OF EVERYTHING by Guus Kuijer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1019952184"&gt;Nine Kinds of Pie &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philnel.com/2010/12/08/everything/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Philip Nel's Blog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postentry"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.philnel.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/kuijer.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="left" alt="Kuijer, The Book of Everything" border="0" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-580" height="200" hspace="5" src="http://www.philnel.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/kuijer.jpeg" title="Kuijer, The Book of Everything" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-weight: normal; padding-left: 60px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“What do you want to be when you grow up?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-weight: normal; padding-left: 60px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Happy,” said Thomas. “When I grow up, I am going to be happy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-weight: normal; padding-left: 60px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="font-weight: normal; padding-left: 60px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;Nine-year-old Thomas&amp;nbsp;sees things that others don’t, like “tropical fish  swimming in the canals,” thousands of frogs massing outside his house,  and the loveliness of sixteen-year-old Eliza, who has “an artificial leg  made of leather” and seems to understand him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nlpvf.nl/basic/auteur1.php?Author_ID=237" target="_blank" title="Guus Kuijer (at the Foundation for the Production and Translation of Dutch Literature)"&gt;Guus Kuijer&lt;/a&gt;’s &lt;i&gt;The Book of Everything&lt;/i&gt; (2004, translated by &lt;a href="http://www.arthuralevinebooks.com/translator.asp?translatorid=4" target="_blank" title="John Nieuwenhuizen (at Scholastic)"&gt;John Nieuwenhuizen&lt;/a&gt;,  2006) is a brief, beautiful tale of Thomas losing faith, making friends  with his sister and Mrs. van Amersfoort, gaining confidence in himself,  and learning to resist his father’s bullying.&amp;nbsp; The prose is lyrical,  the images are magical realist, and the story is full of wisdom and  humor. &amp;nbsp;Here is a passage when Thomas, visiting Mrs. van Amersfoort,  listens to Beethoven for the first time (the second sentence refers to  her cat, who has been napping on a globe):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;His ears started ringing again. The globe  started spinning, cat and all. When he was about to draw Mrs. van  Amersfoort’s attention to this, he saw that her heavy chair was floating  above the floor like a low cloud. He barely had time to take this in  when he felt the chair he was sitting in rising slowly, as if strong  hands were lifting it. He wanted to shout with joy, but when he saw Mrs.  van Amersfoort’s intent face, he realized that, with this music, it was  normal for chairs to float. (19)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love how this translates Thomas’s sense of wonder into a literal,  physical experience. Kuijer does not tell us that Beethoven’s music  makes them feel &lt;i&gt;as if&lt;/i&gt; they were floating. Instead, they just float, borne upward in their chairs, drifting like low clouds. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Book of Everything&lt;/i&gt; won the Flemish Golden Owl Award, but is not widely known in this country. It’s really, &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good. I highly recommend it. I suspect that, once you read it, you’ll recommend it, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-9153580992577229281?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/9153580992577229281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-of-everything-by-guus-kuijer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/9153580992577229281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/9153580992577229281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/07/book-of-everything-by-guus-kuijer.html' title='THE BOOK OF EVERYTHING by Guus Kuijer'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1771102592134192718</id><published>2011-06-29T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:13:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GARDEN BOOK/NURSERY SALE is on until July 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pennywiseads.com/images/display/Against-the-wind-June-21.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://www.pennywiseads.com/images/display/Against-the-wind-June-21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1771102592134192718?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1771102592134192718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/garden-booknursery-sale-continues-until.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1771102592134192718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1771102592134192718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/garden-booknursery-sale-continues-until.html' title='GARDEN BOOK/NURSERY SALE is on until July 3'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-637501244014611078</id><published>2011-06-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:05:46.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TROLLS by Polly Horvath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.best-childrens-books.com/the-trolls.html"&gt;best-chilrens-book.com&lt;/a&gt;, review by &lt;a href="http://www.best-childrens-books.com/sarah-denslow.html"&gt;Sarah Denslow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meet storytelling Aunt Sally&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eccentric aunt: pretty  much everyone has one (at least pretty much all fictional characters),  and the Anderson kids are no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now  that Aunt Sally is really coming to stay with them, though, (and not  just stay, but actually take care of the kids while their parents are in  Paris) Melissa, Amanda, and Pee Wee are about to find out just what  this aunt, who sends them Christmas cards with a picture of a moose  every year, is really like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www4.alibris-static.com/isbn/9780312384197.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www4.alibris-static.com/isbn/9780312384197.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melissa is ten, the oldest, and  “always knows everything”; Amanda is eight and “often knows everything”;  Pee Wee is six and “knows nothing” (at least in the estimation of his  sisters.  Pee Wee does, however, provide a good deal of comic relief  prior to the arrival of Aunt Sally by continually wondering if the  children will be sent to a kennel when their babysitter has to cancel,  due to contracting a case of the bubonic plague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad  aren’t nuts about leaving Aunt Sally with the care of their three  offspring, but they can’t find anyone else, and there are those  non-refundable tickets to Paris to consider.  Mom leaves a very detailed  list of what the children need to do, including suggested vegetables  for each day of the week, and then they’re off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sally proves  to be both an interesting and loquacious adult.  She ensures that the  children will eat their green beans by eating her own with such gusto  and creativity (including pantomiming knitting with two) that the  children can hardly stand not to eat them and entertains them with  stories of growing up in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  stories are wonderfully entertaining, if just a bit incredible, and  include a hilarious story of Great-uncle Louis trying to get Aunt  Sally’s brother to eat his vegetables by chasing him down with a handful  of the things.  But if his childhood in Canada was so wonderful, why,  Melissa and Amanda to know, doesn’t their dad ever talk about Vancouver  himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, says Aunt Sally, it might have something to do with  the Trolls.  What trolls?  Aunt Sally says she’ll tell Melissa and  Amanda, but they mustn’t let Pee Wee hear because he might get  nightmares.&lt;a href="http://www.best-childrens-books.com/the-trolls.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp; read more....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-637501244014611078?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/637501244014611078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/trolls-by-polly-horvath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/637501244014611078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/637501244014611078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/trolls-by-polly-horvath.html' title='THE TROLLS by Polly Horvath'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6607624882074012600</id><published>2011-06-27T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:07:36.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug of the century</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NLB_u695wTg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6607624882074012600?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6607624882074012600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/hug-of-century.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6607624882074012600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6607624882074012600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/hug-of-century.html' title='Hug of the century'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NLB_u695wTg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-68065008287955548</id><published>2011-06-22T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T12:23:57.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend June 25 &amp; 26 - GARDEN BOOK SALE/NURSERY SALE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pennywiseads.com/images/display/Against-the-wind-June-21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://www.pennywiseads.com/images/display/Against-the-wind-June-21.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-68065008287955548?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/68065008287955548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-weekend-june-25-26-garden-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/68065008287955548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/68065008287955548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-weekend-june-25-26-garden-book.html' title='This weekend June 25 &amp; 26 - GARDEN BOOK SALE/NURSERY SALE'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-2449267415618322930</id><published>2011-06-17T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T12:43:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STATE OF WONDER by Ann Patchett</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="byline"&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.heraldscotland.com/mobile/arts-ents/fiction-reviews/ann-patchett-state-of-wonder-bloomsbury-1.1101140"&gt;Herald Scotland&lt;/a&gt; by Rosemary Goring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;Marina Singh is a pharmacologist who spends 10 hours a day in a lab in Minnesota with her amiable colleague Anders.He is married with three sons. Marina, for her  part, is in a relationship with the head of the company, Mr Fox. Nobody  knows about their liaison, and Mr Fox, a widower nearly 20 years her  senior, prefers it this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/01285/state_of_wonder_1285175cl-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/01285/state_of_wonder_1285175cl-3.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the background to the  arrival of a letter that ignites Orange Prize-winning American novelist  Patchett’s exhilarating if overheated work. Some weeks earlier, Anders  had been sent to the Amazon to report on the work of a reclusive but  brilliant doctor, Dr Swenson, who has spent decades studying a tribe  whose womenfolk continue to bear children into their seventies. The  company which employs Marina and Anders pays for her research, and is  frustrated at the time it’s taking the doctor to produce results. Anders  needs to find out why she is taking so long. The letter, however,  contains dreadful news. It is from Dr Swenson, informing them Anders has  died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina is a homebody, attached to Minnesota, despite her  Indian heritage, as if by chains. It is a measure of her fidelity to her  friend and his grieving widow, and of her innate biddability that when  Mr Fox asks her to go to Brazil and learn what happened, and how the  uncommunicative doctor’s work is going, she agrees. What follows is a  compellingly taut story in which a series of adventures containing vivid  individuals throws up profound revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patchett is a  highly empathetic writer, subtle in her characterisations and in her  portrayal of strong attachments, unbidden feelings and the complications  that attend both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina emerges as a truly delightful and  admirable heroine, a woman whose story one would like to follow beyond  this book. As she investigates Anders’s death, she is obliged to  confront her own past when, as a promising young doctor, she made a  terrible mistake. That incident not only crippled her professionally  but, it appears, emotionally too. This trauma is linked to Dr Swenson,  which makes Marina’s trip doubly courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can’t but  wonder, though, why a woman who willingly braves the Amazonian interior,  with its cannibal tribes, its alphabet of snakes, spiders and insects,  and a fanatical doctor, would have been so easily derailed in her  earlier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Amazonian forest is as unwelcoming as Dr  Swenson: “At dusk the insects came down in a storm, the hard-shelled and  soft-sided, the biting and stinging, the chirping and buzzing and  droning, every last one unfolded its paper wings and flew with  unimaginable velocity into the eyes and mouths and noses of the only  three humans they could find.” Yet it is in the terrifying isolation of  this wildly dangerous environment that Marina proves what she is made  of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, as in other novels, Patchett explores the nature of  love and duty, and the huge responsibilities those small words carry. A  pellucid, droll writer, she reveals her Tennessee upbringing in a  penchant for drama that verges on the gothic. Where she fails to  convince, for this reader at least, is in her portrait of the Amazon  settlement. This setting, with its enigmatic tribe and their peculiar  habits, gives rise to such extreme turns of event, it’s as if one has  crossed a line from literary fiction into boy’s own territory. Added to  which, the hinge on which Patchett’s plot turns is not hard to predict.  This does not spoil one’s pleasure, but it diminishes the novel’s power.  It is no small feat, then, for Patchett to surmount her over-egged plot  to create a tender, affecting and memorable novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-2449267415618322930?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2449267415618322930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/state-of-wonder-by-ann-patchett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2449267415618322930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2449267415618322930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/state-of-wonder-by-ann-patchett.html' title='STATE OF WONDER by Ann Patchett'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-414575179138918998</id><published>2011-06-13T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:40:58.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY TATTOOED DAD by Daniel Nesquens &amp; Magicomora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.lastgasp.com/d/37704/"&gt;Last Gasp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lastgasp.com/pics/tatdad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.lastgasp.com/pics/tatdad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A young boy describes what life is like when his dad comes home --  how he fries up chicken samosas for dinner, how he makes jokes and fools  around, and how he carries him off to bed when he is sleepy. His dad  also tells wonderful stories of his adventures in far-off lands, often  inspired by his many, many exotic tattoos. His letters to his son are  also full of great stories about the past -- what the first date with  his mother was like (it included a visit to a fortune teller and a  bizarre circus) and about how the boy's life was saved twice by this  very same dad -- once when he was stolen from his baby basket by a dog  and once when he flew out the car window. But as his mother says, his  dad has ants in his pants, which means he's often not around. Still,  life rolls along with one fantastical tale after another, in good times  and bad. And this is this extraordinary father's gift to his child --  the life of the imagination -- which is always with him, even when his  father is not. The illustrations have a nostalgic, underground  graphic-novel style feel to them that perfectly complements the very  original text. Ages 4-8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Nesquens is a prolific, award-winning author who has written  books for children and young adults, many of them available in either  bilingual or Spanish editions in North America, including Caminando  sobre el alambre, Como pez en el agua, D?as de Clase / School Days (Sopa  de Libros / Soup of Books), Papa tenia un sombrero / Dad Had a Hat  (Sopa De Libros / Soup of Books) and Mi familia / My Family. Several of  his books have been listed in the White Ravens Catalogue and have been  recognized by Venezuela's Banco del libro in "Los mejores libros para  ni?os y j?venes" (the best books for children and youth). He lives in  Zaragoza, Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magicomora is one of the most important pop  surrealist artists in Spain and has exhibited his work all over the  world. He is also a children's book illustrator with more than fifteen  books to his credit. The Spanish edition of My Tattooed Dad was named  best children's book by the Association of Illustrators of Catalonia.  Magicomora lives in Barcelona, Spain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-414575179138918998?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/414575179138918998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-tattooed-dad-by-daniel-nesquens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/414575179138918998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/414575179138918998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-tattooed-dad-by-daniel-nesquens.html' title='MY TATTOOED DAD by Daniel Nesquens &amp; Magicomora'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5730136487446427328</id><published>2011-06-08T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:41:25.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWELVE STEPS TOWARDS POLITICAL REVELATION by Walter Mosely</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.perseusacademic.com/book.php?isbn=9781568586427"&gt;Perseus Academic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bookPageContent" style="display: block;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perseuspromos.com/images/covers/medium/9781568586427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://perseuspromos.com/images/covers/medium/9781568586427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In his late teens and early twenties, Walter Mosley was addicted to  alcohol and cigarettes. Drawing from this intimate knowledge of  addiction and recovery, Mosley explores the deviances of contemporary  America and describes a society in thrall to its own consumption.  Although Americans live in the richest country on earth, many citizens  exist on the brink of poverty, and from that profound economic  inequality stems self-destructive behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Twelve Steps to Political Revelation, Mosley outlines a guide to  recovery from oppression. First we must identify the problems that  surround us. Next we must actively work together to create a just, more  holistic society. And finally, power must be returned to the embrace of  the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenging and original, Recovery confronts both self-understanding and how we define ourselves in relation to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;About the Author&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="bookPageContent" style="display: block;"&gt;Walter Mosley is the author of more than thirty-four critically  acclaimed books, including the bestselling mystery series featuring Easy  Rawlins. He is the winner of an O. Henry Award, a Grammy, and PEN  America's Lifetime Achievement Award. He lives in New York City.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5730136487446427328?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5730136487446427328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/twelve-steps-towards-political.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5730136487446427328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5730136487446427328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/twelve-steps-towards-political.html' title='TWELVE STEPS TOWARDS POLITICAL REVELATION by Walter Mosely'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7581428717206213411</id><published>2011-06-06T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T11:28:00.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DOGS OF ROME by Connor Fitzgerald</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.sanfranciscobookreview.com/mystery-crime-thrillers/the-dogs-of-rome-a-commissario-alec-blume-novel/"&gt;the San Francisco Book Review&lt;/a&gt; reviewed by Leslie Wolfson&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysterylibrarian.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/The-Dogs-of-Rome-by-Conor-Fitzgerald.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://mysterylibrarian.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/The-Dogs-of-Rome-by-Conor-Fitzgerald.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A sloppy and seemingly random murder is committed in Rome, clearly  the work of an amateur. But of course, things are more complicated than  they appear. Upon closer inspection, the victim turns out to be an  anti-dog- fighting crusader who has exposed an illegal ring run by a  local gangster. What’s more, the victim’s wife is a politician, and his  mistress is the daughter of a high-ranking Mafioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alleva was dead, Massoni was dead, and Blume could hear exhilaration in Paolini’s tone.&amp;nbsp; Revenge and reprieve all at once.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Alec Blume, a police commissioner who is an American but has  lived in Rome since his teens. Alec’s parents were murdered in a bank  robbery gone bad, which gives him a cynical outlook on life. Blume is  not your typical cop; he is sarcastic with co-workers and supervisors,  he is overly zealous and far from suave when approaching women, and  spends part of the book in a sling, awkwardly pursuing the bad guys when  he should be home in bed. All of these traits make him a flawed but  likable hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the players in the novel come across as completely believable,  because the author avoids the stereotypical, and emphasizes the  quirkiness in both large and small characters. The fast-moving plot has  several interesting twists, and the tone is tongue-in-cheek. This is the  first in a series of Commissario Blume novels, and anyone who reads  this one will be looking forward to the next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7581428717206213411?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7581428717206213411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/dogs-of-rome-by-connor-fitzgerald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7581428717206213411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7581428717206213411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/dogs-of-rome-by-connor-fitzgerald.html' title='THE DOGS OF ROME by Connor Fitzgerald'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-765255251741399602</id><published>2011-06-05T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T11:47:31.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>owl and cat playing together</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="400" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/M0nxsE196Xc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-765255251741399602?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/765255251741399602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/owl-and-cat-playing-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/765255251741399602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/765255251741399602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/owl-and-cat-playing-together.html' title='owl and cat playing together'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/M0nxsE196Xc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-8507914656730020700</id><published>2011-06-03T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:30:53.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CROOKED LETTER, CROOKED LETTER by Tom Franklin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2011/02/tom-franklin-crooked-letter-crooked-letter-review.html"&gt;Paste Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.pastemagazine.com/www/articles/2011/02/07/tom_franklin_crooked_letter.jpg?1297075422" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://cdn.pastemagazine.com/www/articles/2011/02/07/tom_franklin_crooked_letter.jpg?1297075422" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The remarkable, painterly writer Susan Straight told me once that  literary novelists are tiny rowboats next to the ocean liners of popular  culture. “We’re rowing our leaky little skiffs like mad,” she said, “as  we bail with a coffee can; and meanwhile there goes the giant Stephen  King cruise ship or the James Patterson aircraft carrier, fully lit, the  music playing, the passengers peering down at us from on high.”&lt;br /&gt;So Tom Franklin just got a bigger boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until the latter  part of the 20th century, literary fiction drove American book sales.  Our great writers—Hemingway, Steinbeck, Faulkner, Cather,  Fitzgerald—were the engines of enterprise for the New York publishing  houses, and the groundbreakers for the culture, too. A new book by one  of the big modern American literary lions meant that a cultural event  had occurred, and sales followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, many of our literary writers have largely been relegated to the  commercial backwaters, with just a few exceptions like Jonathan Franzen;  and the genre writers have become the big ships. Stieg Larsson, ahoy.  Thrillers, mysteries, science fiction, uh huh, even romances—those are  the novels that now displace the most commercial and cultural water.  Whether this means a wholesale dumbing-down of our culture or a welcome  relief from navel-gazing, nothing-happens-twit-lit—well, you decide. But  what has occurred means something very serious for those wretched  scribes among us who face the keyboard and the blank page every day—it  means that most writers who want to both keep writing and continue  eating now feel the compulsion to pen a genre novel that can become a  series that builds an audience and a brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be shocking when a literary giant came down from the  mountaintop and wrote genre fiction, but now it’s commonplace. In his  last two books, Cormac McCarthy, one of our greatest living authors,  wrote a mystery (&lt;i&gt;No Country for Old Men&lt;/i&gt;) and an apocalyptic science fiction novel (&lt;i&gt;The Road&lt;/i&gt;)  that both sold quite well, were optioned and produced handsomely by  Hollywood and allowed McCarthy to finally buy the house his many  previous literary novels had failed to provide, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Franklin may be embarking on the same path. &lt;a href="http://www.pastemagazine.com/articles/2011/02/tom-franklin-crooked-letter-crooked-letter-review.html"&gt;read more.... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-8507914656730020700?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8507914656730020700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/crooked-letter-crooked-letter-by-tom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8507914656730020700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8507914656730020700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/crooked-letter-crooked-letter-by-tom.html' title='CROOKED LETTER, CROOKED LETTER by Tom Franklin'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3248270433099272122</id><published>2011-06-02T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:49:39.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANJO OF DESTINY by Cary Fagan, illustrated by Selçuk Demirel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.anansi.ca/gw_titles.cfm?pub_id=1498"&gt;Groundwood Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/books/booksandauthors/assets/bookjackets/large/BanjoofDestinyCover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.cbc.ca/books/booksandauthors/assets/bookjackets/large/BanjoofDestinyCover.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jeremiah Birnbaum is stinking rich. He lives in a house with nine  bathrooms, a games room, an exercise room, an indoor pool, a hot tub, a  movie theater, a bowling alley and a tennis court. His parents, a former  hotdog vendor and window cleaner who made it big in dental floss, make  sure Jeremiah goes to the very best private school, and that he takes  lessons in all the things he will need to know how to do as an  accomplished and impressive young man. Etiquette lessons, ballroom  dancing, watercolor painting. And, of course, classical piano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah complies, because he wants to please his parents. But one  day, by chance, he hears the captivating strains of a different kind of  music -- the strums, plucks and rhythms of a banjo. It's music that  stirs something in Jeremiah's dutiful little soul, and he is suddenly  obsessed. And when his parents forbid him to play one, he decides to  learn anyway -- even if he has to make the instrument himself.&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.anansi.ca/gw_assets/gw_leaf.gif" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"This bittersweet novel has just the right touch of wit and creativity  to catch and keep the attention of young discerning readers. Thoroughly  entwined into the novel is an unusual twist on the economics concept of  wants versus needs that will encourage readers to think about what  brings true happiness."  &lt;br /&gt;- Rutgers University Project on Economics and Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a touching and fresh story whose lightness and brevity will engage and empower young readers."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Canadian Children's Book News&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3248270433099272122?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3248270433099272122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/banjo-of-destiny-by-cary-fagan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3248270433099272122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3248270433099272122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/banjo-of-destiny-by-cary-fagan.html' title='BANJO OF DESTINY by Cary Fagan, illustrated by Selçuk Demirel'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5511787339168322063</id><published>2011-05-28T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T00:44:39.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRINCE OF MIST by Carlos Ruiz Zafron</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.independent.ie/entertainment/books/review-the-prince-of-mist-by-carlos-ruiz-zafron-2227399.html"&gt;independent.ie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDK0YDRaXS0/TBkMBKhDLjI/AAAAAAAAANk/9710kZp19Es/s1600/The-Prince-of-Mist1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDK0YDRaXS0/TBkMBKhDLjI/AAAAAAAAANk/9710kZp19Es/s200/The-Prince-of-Mist1.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In 2004, the Spanish author Carlos Ruiz Zafon earned international  success and acclaim with his breakthrough novel The Shadow Of The Wind.  His books have since sold over 15 million copies worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  before he wrote this bestselling debut novel for adults, he had already  published four books in Spanish for younger readers. The first of these,  The Prince Of Mist, has just been translated into English for the first  time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prince Of Mist is set in Spain during the Second World War and is the story of 13-year-old Max Carver and his family, who move from the city to the countryside to get away from the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  from the moment Max steps off the train, he has a creepy feeling about  the seaside town. The clock in the old train station appears to be  moving backwards and the house Max and his family move into has been  boarded up for years because of its sad history. The overgrown garden is  populated by stone statues that appear more lifelike than they should,  and a secret stash of homemade films reveal even darker secrets. Then  there is the malevolent cat who seems to be stalking the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  Max and his older sister Alicia meet a local boy, Roland, whose  grandfather Victor Kray has run the lighthouse for 25 years, they  discover the wreck of an old ship beneath the sea and the story of the  prince of mist slowly begins to unravel. Soon Max discovers that the  prince, a magician known only as Cain, is still in their midst and just  waiting for his opportunity to settle an old score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first  book by Carlos Ruiz Zafon is a chilling adventure and skips along at a  fantastic pace. It's probably a little too scary for very young readers  but older fans of Zafon's other work will certainly enjoy this novel.&lt;br /&gt;All the familiar themes of his later books are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  writes fondly of father-and-son relationships, as well as of the  importance of older male mentors to young men, along with the themes of  coming of age, burgeoning romance, loss of innocence, and the ultimate  battle of good versus evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any young reader will enjoy The  Prince Of Mist, but it is particularly enjoyable for fans of Zafon, as  it gives an insight into the early ideas and preoccupations that  eventually led to his most successful novel, The Shadow Of The Wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5511787339168322063?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5511787339168322063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/prince-of-mist-by-carlos-ruiz-zafron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5511787339168322063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5511787339168322063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/prince-of-mist-by-carlos-ruiz-zafron.html' title='THE PRINCE OF MIST by Carlos Ruiz Zafron'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SDK0YDRaXS0/TBkMBKhDLjI/AAAAAAAAANk/9710kZp19Es/s72-c/The-Prince-of-Mist1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1618330735103446183</id><published>2011-05-23T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T03:58:02.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SWAN PEAK by James Lee Burke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2008/sep/20/crime.roundupreviews"&gt;The Guardian&lt;/a&gt; by Matthew Lewin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2008/08/28/swanpeak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2008/08/28/swanpeak.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the devastating events of hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, Cajun  police detective Dave Robicheaux and his unpredictable ex-partner Clete  Purcel have headed for the achingly beautiful landscape of the  Bitterroot Valley in Montana to fish. But Burke cannot allow these two  characters to exist in a peaceful world, and it's not long before they  are embroiled in an investigation into the brutal killing of two young  students a stone's throw from their holiday cabins. As always, Clete  Purcel is a natural magnet for trouble, and it comes in increasingly  powerful waves. Burke has cunningly woven a thread through the various  loops in the plot, and when he begins to draw it all in, the compression  raises the temperature to almost unbearable levels. The last 30 pages  had me gripped with tension. This, together with Burke's ability to  place you vicariously in the haunting landscapes he describes with such  love and passion, again confirms his position as one of the finest  American writers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1618330735103446183?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1618330735103446183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/swan-peak-by-james-lee-burke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1618330735103446183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1618330735103446183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/swan-peak-by-james-lee-burke.html' title='SWAN PEAK by James Lee Burke'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3078066859705238833</id><published>2011-05-22T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:32:08.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW THE SOLDIER REPAIRS THE GRAMOPHONE by Saša Stanišić</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.bookforum.com/inprint/015_02/2474"&gt;Book Forum&lt;/a&gt; by Ross Benjamin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://genocideinvisegrad.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/how-the-soldier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://genocideinvisegrad.files.wordpress.com/2010/05/how-the-soldier.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="anonymous_element_3"&gt;Writers have long used a child’s perspective to relate fictional accounts of historical catastrophe, notably Günter Grass in &lt;i&gt;The Tin Drum&lt;/i&gt; and Imre Kertész in &lt;i&gt;Fatelessness&lt;/i&gt;. Bosnian-born German author Sasa Stanisic offers the latest installment in this tradition with his 2006 debut novel, &lt;i&gt;How the Soldier Repairs the Gramophone&lt;/i&gt;,  a sensation in Germany, now skillfully translated by Anthea Bell.  Through the eyes of the fourteen-year-old narrator, Aleksandar  Krsmanovi, we witness a massacre perpetrated by Bosnian Serbs against  their Muslim neighbors in the town of Višegrad in 1992. The outlines of  the plot are autobiographical: The protagonist’s escape to Germany from  the attack on Višegrad parallels the author’s own at the same age. But  rather than rendering a direct account, Stanisic refracts these events  through his young narrator’s wildly imaginative storytelling. A  hyperactive fabulist, Aleksandar embarks on madcap flights of invention  and comic exaggeration, which clash movingly with the painfully real  chronicle of terror, loss, and exile at the story’s heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="anonymous_element_3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="anonymous_element_4"&gt;His tall tales contain many wonders: a magic  wand that can “revolutionize all sorts of things, just so long as  they’re in line with Tito’s ideas and the statutes of the Communist  League of Yugoslavia”; a catfish wearing glasses; a river that talks and  is ticklish. The headings that precede each chapter playfully mimic  Cervantes and Grimmelshausen by providing brief, tantalizingly eccentric  synopses: “How long a heart attack takes over a hundred meters, how  heavy a spider’s life weighs, why a sad man writes to the cruel river,  and what magic the comrade-in-chief of the unfinished can work.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="anonymous_element_4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aleksandar learns the answer to the first  in this series of conundrums when his Grandpa Slavko suffers cardiac  arrest in the same 9.86 seconds in which Carl Lewis breaks the world  record for the hundred meters; the race is playing on Slavko’s  television. Unwilling to accept his grandfather’s death, Aleksandar  recalls Slavko’s gift to him of a magician’s hat and wand that “work  magic exclusively along Party lines.” But even though he believes that  the resurrec-tion of such a devoted Socialist would surely receive  Tito’s blessing, he proves powerless to bring Slavko back to life.  Defiantly proclaiming himself opposed to death and all endings, he  resolves to become “Comrade-in-Chief of going on and on,” to think up  stories that never end, and to draw pictures of unfinished things. His  “unfinished” subjects are among the novelist’s idiosyncratic strokes:  “plums without stones,” “Tito in a T-shirt,” “books with no dust on  them.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookforum.com/inprint/015_02/2474"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;read more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3078066859705238833?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3078066859705238833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-soldier-repairs-gramophone-by-sasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3078066859705238833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3078066859705238833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-soldier-repairs-gramophone-by-sasa.html' title='HOW THE SOLDIER REPAIRS THE GRAMOPHONE by Saša Stanišić'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-108746021850334822</id><published>2011-05-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:30:54.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRAWING CONCLUSIONS by Donna Leon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://italian-mysteries.com/DL20.html"&gt;italian-mysteries.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://italian-mysteries.com/dl20US.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://italian-mysteries.com/dl20US.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"It's about a suspicious death that might be violent, might  not be, that is, might be murder, might not be. Brunetti follows the  trail and finds old people with secrets from long ago. It's not bad.&lt;br /&gt;(© Donna Leon, August 13, 2010)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the opening pages of a debut novel  nearly two decades ago, a nasty conductor was poisoned during  intermission at the famous La Fenice opera house in Venice. The Questura  sent a man to investigate, and readers first met Commissario Guido  Brunetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since 1992’s Death at La Fenice, Donna Leon and her shrewd,  sophisticated, and compassionate investigator have been delighting  readers around the world. For her millions of fans, Leon’s novels have  opened a window into the private Venice of her citizens, a world of  incomparable beauty, family intimacy, shocking crime, and insidious  corruption. This internationally acclaimed, best-selling series is  widely considered one of the best ever written. Atlantic Monthly Press  is thrilled to be publishing Drawing Conclusions, the 20th installment,  in Spring 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night, Brunetti is suffering through a dinner with  Vice Questore Patta and his nasty Lieutenant Scarpa when his telefonino  rings. A old woman’s body has been found in a Spartan apartment on Campo  San Giacomo dell’Orio. Her neighbor discovered it when she went to pick  up her mail, after having been away in Palermo. Brunetti sees some  signs of force on the old woman—the obvious wound on her head, what  could be a bruise near her collarbone—but they could just as easily have  been from the radiator near where she fell. When the medical examiner  rules that the woman died of a heart attack, it seems there is nothing  for Brunetti to investigate. But he can’t shake the feeling that  something may have created conditions that led to her heart attack, that  perhaps the woman was threatened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunetti meets with the woman’s son, called into the city from  the mainland to identify the body, her upstairs neighbor, and the nun  in charge of the old age home where she volunteered. None of these quiet  his suspicions. If anything, the son’s distraught, perhaps cagey  behavior, a scene witnessed by the neighbor, and the nun’s reluctance to  tell anything, as well as her comments about the deceased’s “terrible  honesty,” only heighten Brunetti’s notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Inspector Lorenzo Vianello and the  ever-resourceful Signorina Elettra Zorzi, perhaps Brunetti can get to  the truth, and find some measure of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the best of her beloved novels, Drawing Conclusions is  insightful and emotionally powerful, and it reaffirms her status as one  of the masters of literary crime fiction.&lt;br /&gt;(© Atlantic Monthly Press)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-108746021850334822?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/108746021850334822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/drawing-conclusions-by-donna-leon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/108746021850334822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/108746021850334822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/drawing-conclusions-by-donna-leon.html' title='DRAWING CONCLUSIONS by Donna Leon'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6706194681391219970</id><published>2011-05-18T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:13:44.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE JANUS STONE by Elly Griffiths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/The_Janus_Stone.html"&gt;EURO CRIME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/TJStone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/TJStone.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I  have been really looking forward to this, the second in a series  featuring Ruth Galloway, a forensic archaeologist, based in East Anglia.  The first book, &lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/The_Crossing_Places.html"&gt;THE CROSSING PLACES&lt;/a&gt;, was a delight and I have to say I wasn't disappointed with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;  Ruth is called in when builders, demolishing an old house in Norwich,  find the bones of a child beneath a doorway. The skull is missing, so  is it a ritual sacrifice or just plain murder? DCI Harry Nelson needs to  know. When it turns out that the house was once a children's home  everyone begins to wonder what went on there. Nelson tracks down the  priest who ran the home and finds that two children did go missing there  years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Ruth have to find out how old the bones are and trawl  through the old files to find out who was involved in a crime that  happened many years before. However it seems that not everyone wants the  truth to come out and someone is trying to frighten Ruth off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fantastic book this is. The characters of Ruth and Harry are  so clear and believable. Ruth in particular is extremely engaging, full  of self-doubt but battling on regardless. Harry is a most unusual  fictional detective, not given to talking much, a man with a heart. I  love the relationship between these two. But the secondary characters  here are no stereotypes either, from the wonderful Cathbad to the  saintly Father Hennessey all the supporting cast are finely drawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Plot-wise it will keep you guessing, and the use of present tense  throughout means that the action is very immediate. You feel as though  you're right there with them. The tension never falls and it builds to a  fantastically gripping climax. This is a real tour-de-force and I just  can't wait for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6706194681391219970?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6706194681391219970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/janus-stone-by-elly-griffiths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6706194681391219970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6706194681391219970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/janus-stone-by-elly-griffiths.html' title='THE JANUS STONE by Elly Griffiths'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-547718106718530559</id><published>2011-05-16T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:42:17.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON THE BLACK HILL By Bruce Chatwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1983/01/02/books/a-novel-of-pastoral-vision.html"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.longitudebooks.com/images/book_large/GBR131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.longitudebooks.com/images/book_large/GBR131.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BRUCE CHATWIN'S highly praised travel book, ''In Patagonia''  (1977), established the writer as, among other things, a connoisseur of  human oddity as it flourishes in isolation. His displaced Scottish sheep  farmers and Welsh hymn singers, left stranded by the receding tide of  economic colonialism, are depicted as turned in upon themselves,  rendered queer by their desperate clinging - in the remote wastes of the  Argentinian far-south - to obsolete modes and attitudes transplanted a  century ago from ''Home.'' Even more bizarre are the descendants of Dom  Francisco da Silva, a Brazilian slave trader, who - as Mr.  Chatwin  tells us in his semihistorical fantasy, ''The Viceroy of Ouidah'' (1980)  -founded a mulatto dynasty in the bloodthirsty kingdom of Dahomey. In  both works the human peculiarities are set against landscapes poetically  evoked with exceptional vividness and exactitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The step from such nonfiction to Bruce Chatwin's first novel is not  so great as might be imagined. ''On the Black Hill'' also chronicles  the lives of odd folk living in relative isolation; it too paints a  landscape which, as in the novels of Thomas Hardy, is at least as  animate and moody as its inhabitants. But there the resemblance to Mr.  Chatwin's earlier books ends. In its imaginative reach, ''On the Black  Hill'' is very much a work of fiction. Nothing in Mr. Chatwin's previous  work quite prepares us for the dramatic intensity with which scene  after scene of the novel is brought to life. Despite the eccentricity of  many of the characters, we soon realize that ''On the Black Hill''  belongs not to the literature of exoticism but to a valued, essentially  British tradition that stretches back to the closing decades of the 18th  century - a tradition of writing about homely, country things with an  enraptured attention that causes them to glow with an almost visionary  light.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/1983/01/02/books/a-novel-of-pastoral-vision.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;read more....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-547718106718530559?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/547718106718530559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-black-hill-by-bruce-chatwin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/547718106718530559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/547718106718530559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-black-hill-by-bruce-chatwin.html' title='ON THE BLACK HILL By Bruce Chatwin'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-8616156915972220807</id><published>2011-05-13T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:49:22.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN YOU REACH ME by Rebecca Stead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/childrens-books-site/2011/apr/13/review-when-reach-me"&gt;the guardian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2011/4/13/1302694615598/When-You-Reach-Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/covers/2011/4/13/1302694615598/When-You-Reach-Me.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The first thing I can say about this book is that I actually didn't know  what it was about until right at the end. That definitely wasn't a bad  thing though, as it kept me in suspense until the very last page. When  You Reach Me has been one of those books, that even though they're  fiction, and could probably never happen, the way its written was so  believable. I felt like the main character, Miranda, was real, and that  she was really writing this story from her own experience. I found that  this book was one of the ones where it's almost like you forgot you're  reading the book, but instead, living in the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first part of the book I read was the blurb, and a couple of lines caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a mysterious note arrives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am coming to save your friend's life, and my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I ask two favours. First, you must write me a letter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each message brings her closer to believing that only she can prevent a tragic death. Until the final note makes her think she's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  was then I decided that I would not rest until I found out who the  letter was from, why they sent it, and whether Miranda's friend  survives. So, for the next few days, apart from school, I read the book  through and through. Although, it's not a particularly thick book, the  author still manages to cram so much in, and it all works. There are so  many genres in it, like mystery, suspense and even a bit of science  fiction. I've never really been a huge fan of science fiction books, but  that didn't stop me from liking this book, as you don't even need to  like any particular genre to fully appreciate how good this book is. I  love the way that the reader gets to solve the mystery of the letters  along with Miranda, and we're only able to figure it out when she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  thoroughly believe this book deserved its title of the Winner of the  Newbery Medal 2010. Even though there were some points when I wasn't  really sure what was going on, it was easy to pick up, and the ending  really makes it worth it. I would recommend this book to young adults,  as some parts are a little confusing, and especially to those who enjoy  mysteries. The book also deals with many morals, and actually taught me  some things I hadn't thought of before. When You Reach Me is a book full  of twists and turns, and if you're looking for a book that will keep  you on your toes the whole way through, this is definitely for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-8616156915972220807?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8616156915972220807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-you-reach-me-by-rebecca-stead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8616156915972220807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8616156915972220807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-you-reach-me-by-rebecca-stead.html' title='WHEN YOU REACH ME by Rebecca Stead'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-4582816101157876905</id><published>2011-05-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:25:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AN EVIL EYE by Jason Goodwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.turkishforum.com.tr/en/content/2011/04/11/book-review-%E2%80%98evil-eye%E2%80%99-a-thrilling-vision-of-an-ottoman-hero/"&gt;TURKISH FORUM &lt;/a&gt;review by Steve Donoghue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Raymond Chandler, who knew a thing or two about the fictional  detective, famously wrote that he must be “the best man in his world and  a good enough man for any world.” Consciously or not, Jason Goodwin has  thoroughly absorbed that precept; his own fictional detective, Yashim,  might have considered Philip Marlowe a bit uncouth (all that smoking and  drinking surely show a lack of self-control), but they are cut from the  same cloth when it comes to righting the wrongs of the world.&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turkishforum.com.tr/en/content/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/books-donoghue-evil-eye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.turkishforum.com.tr/en/content/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/books-donoghue-evil-eye.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In “An Evil Eye,” Goodwin’s fourth novel, Yashim’s world is the  decaying Ottoman Empire of the early 19th century. The year is 1839, and  a new sultan, Abdulmecid, has replaced the old one in Istanbul. In the  novel’s most atmospheric, least realized subplot, this change in  monarchs occasions a corresponding change in the monarch’s harem. In an  echo of Goodwin’s first book, “The Janissary Tree” (2006), the sultan’s  harem also contains a mystery that will eventually involve our  detective. But in “An Evil Eye,” the more immediate puzzle is posed by a  dead body found on the island of Chalki in the well of the monastery.  The dead man in the well is marked with a totenkopf — or skull symbol —  and when Yashim is dispatched to investigate, it doesn’t take him long  to surmise that the dead man might have been Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodwin is an author of many strengths — the books in this series can  be read independently of each other, and they just keep getting better —  and the discovery of a Russian corpse in a Christian well in the heart  of a Muslim land allows him to play to the best of those strengths: his  remarkable ability to clarify the muddle of that decaying empire. “The  Ottomans were not a nation [but] a caste, almost a family,” we learn.  “Just as the sultan, as head of the family, maintained his pashas and  his odalisques, so the Ottomans maintained their retinues in turn.”  Yashim’s effort to restore some semblance of harmony to that family is  made all the more complicated by the implication of Fevzi Ahmet Pasha,  his old mentor in the service of the former sultan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complicated plot that unfolds is deftly controlled throughout,  with dangers, chases, intrigues and frequent trips back to the harem.  Goodwin’s prose is sharp and surprising (about that dead Russian we’re  told, “His skin had wrinkled in the long immersion under water, soft and  ridged like the white brains of sheep laid out for sale in the  butcher’s market”), and the best part of the entertainment is none other  than Yashim, a redoubtable, philosophical hero who finds himself in a  dirty, battered world yet still holds out hope: “I think there is always  a little gap somewhere, however hard you try to fit everything  together. A small space, for something like grace, or mercy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is precious little mercy in the cutthroat world Goodwin  portrays here. Yashim is caught between the merciless cunning of his old  teacher and the innocence of that teacher’s little daughter, between  the politics of the sultanate and the equally twisted politics of the  harem. The standout joy of these books is readers’ confidence that we’ve  got the right hero, that the calm Yashim will prevail. “In the end,” he  tells an exasperated colleague, “it isn’t about people, or sultans, or  corruption. It’s about the truth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were only more such men, Chandler tells us, “the world would  be a very safe place to live in.” And maybe the poor old Ottoman Empire  would have lasted a bit longer if it had had more Yashims to call upon.  As it is, we must hope the original has many, many more adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-4582816101157876905?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4582816101157876905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/evil-eye-by-jason-goodwin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4582816101157876905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4582816101157876905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/evil-eye-by-jason-goodwin.html' title='AN EVIL EYE by Jason Goodwin'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-250396609282652681</id><published>2011-05-09T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:34:43.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GIRL WHO FELL FROM THE SKY by Heidi W. Durrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heidiwdurrow.com/images/site/girl-who-fell-cover-pb-sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Girl Who Fell from the Sky" border="0" height="200" src="http://heidiwdurrow.com/images/site/girl-who-fell-cover-pb-sm.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://heidiwdurrow.com/book/"&gt;HEIDIWDURROW.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"[A]  breathless telling of a tale we've never heard before. Haunting and  lovely, pitch-perfect, this book could not be more timely."-Barbara  Kingsolver&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen by Barbara Kingsolver as the winner of the &lt;i&gt;Bellwether Prize&lt;/i&gt; for best fiction manuscript addressing issues of social justice, &lt;i&gt;The Girl Who Fell From the Sky&lt;/i&gt; has garnered rave reviews since its February 2010 publication.  The &lt;i&gt;Washington Post&lt;/i&gt; calls it "an auspicious debut" and named it one of the &lt;i&gt;Best Novels of 2010&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;  The &lt;i&gt;Miami Herald&lt;/i&gt; says: "Durrow's powerful novel is poised to take a place among classics of the American experience."  The &lt;i&gt;Oregonian&lt;/i&gt; hails it as a Top 10 Book of 2010.  &lt;i&gt;The Girl Who Fell From the Sky&lt;/i&gt; is already a book club favorite, a &lt;i&gt;New York Times Bestseller&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;a LA Times Bestseller List&lt;/i&gt;, an &lt;i&gt;Indie Next Pick&lt;/i&gt;, a &lt;i&gt;Pennie's Pick&lt;/i&gt; at &lt;i&gt;Costco&lt;/i&gt;, and is now in its 5th printing in paperback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This debut novel tells the story of Rachel, the daughter of a Danish  mother and a black G.I. who becomes the sole survivor of a family  tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her strict African American grandmother as her new guardian,  Rachel moves to a mostly black community, where her light brown skin,  blue eyes, and beauty bring mixed attention her way. Growing up in the  1980s, she learns to swallow her overwhelming grief and confronts her  identity as a biracial young woman in a world that wants to see her as  either black or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a mystery unfolds, revealing the terrible truth about  Rachel's last morning on a Chicago rooftop. Interwoven are the voices of  Jamie, a neighborhood boy who witnessed the events, and Laronne, a  friend of Rachel's mother. Inspired by a true story of a mother's  twisted love, &lt;i&gt;The Girl Who Fell from the Sky&lt;/i&gt; reveals an  unfathomable past and explores issues of identity at a time when many  people are asking "Must race confine us and define us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tradition of Jamaica Kincaid's &lt;i&gt;Annie John&lt;/i&gt;,Toni Morrison's &lt;i&gt;The Bluest Eye&lt;/i&gt; and Sandra Cisneros' &lt;i&gt;House on Mango Street&lt;/i&gt;, here is a portrait of a young girl—and society's ideas of race, class, and beauty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-250396609282652681?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/250396609282652681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/girl-who-fell-from-sky-by-heidi-w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/250396609282652681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/250396609282652681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/girl-who-fell-from-sky-by-heidi-w.html' title='THE GIRL WHO FELL FROM THE SKY by Heidi W. Durrow'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-4309288439682569339</id><published>2011-05-08T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:24:44.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE THE MOUNTAIN MEETS THE MOON by Grace Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from Sarah Tuttle's blog by &lt;a href="http://sarahtuttle.wordpress.com/2011/03/26/where-the-mountain-meets-the-moon-by-grace-lin/"&gt;Sarah Tuttle &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sarahtuttle.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/cover_wtmmtm1.gif?w=160&amp;amp;h=236" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://sarahtuttle.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/cover_wtmmtm1.gif?w=160&amp;amp;h=236" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where the Mountain Meets the Moon&lt;/i&gt;, by Massachusetts author &lt;a href="http://www.gracelin.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Grace Lin&lt;/a&gt;,  follows a young Chinese girl on a quest to find good fortune for her  family. Minli leaves home on the instructions of a talking goldfish to  find the Old Man of the Moon, who she hopes will give her the  information she needs to make her family happy and prosperous. In the  course of her quest, Minli comes across magical creatures and characters  right out of legends, including a flightless dragon and a village where  the sky rains seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin’s&amp;nbsp;enchanting storytelling voice&amp;nbsp;gives &lt;a href="http://www.gracelin.com/content.php?page=wherethemountainmeetsthemoon" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Where the Mountain Meets the Moon&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;the  feel of a&amp;nbsp;classic fantasy tale.&amp;nbsp;While Minli’s journey follows a  the&amp;nbsp;quest format of traditional fantasy writing, Lin adds her own twist  by telling “stories within the story.” She alternates chapters on Minli  with chapters of folktales that are told by characters that Minli meets.  Lin weaves the folktales into Minli’s own quest, adding layers of plot  and tension. The text of &lt;i&gt;Where the Mountain Meets the Moon &lt;/i&gt;is enhanced by Lin’s paintings and the monochromatic illustrations at the start of each chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who adores folktales and classic fantasy stories, I am perhaps predisposed to love &lt;i&gt;Where the Mountain Meets the Moon&lt;/i&gt;. However, I’m not the only one gushing about how wonderful it is! &lt;i&gt;Where the Mountain Meets the Moon&lt;/i&gt; is a &lt;a href="http://www.ala.org/ala/mgrps/divs/alsc/awardsgrants/bookmedia/newberymedal/newberyhonors/newberymedal.cfm#2010s" target="_blank"&gt;Newbery Honor Book for 2010&lt;/a&gt;, and has become a best seller.&amp;nbsp; If you haven’t had a chance to read it yet, I hope you will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-4309288439682569339?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4309288439682569339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-mountain-meets-moon-by-grace-lin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4309288439682569339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4309288439682569339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/where-mountain-meets-moon-by-grace-lin.html' title='WHERE THE MOUNTAIN MEETS THE MOON by Grace Lin'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5833218146507492432</id><published>2011-05-07T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T17:59:00.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAIL OF BLUE BIRD by Nii Ayikwei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/reviews/tail-of-the--blue-bird-by-nii-ayikwei-parkes-1724414.html"&gt;THE INDEPENDENT &lt;/a&gt;reviewed by Jonathan Gibbs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a delightful book that combines the basic tug of the whodunnit with    the more elegant pleasures of the literary novel. Like the best detective    stories, it has a questing hero, and a vivid sense of locale. Kayo Odamtten    is a young Ghanaian returned home after studying in the UK. He is happy    enough working as a forensic pathologist in Accra. But when a strange crime    is discovered in a remote forest village – by the horrified girlfriend of    the Transport Minister, no less – Kayo is dragged into the investigation by    corrupt police Inspector PJ Donker, whose idea of recruitment is the threat    of imprisonment on conspiracy charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="font-null"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pL7GmuIZ4hU/S9bjYcCqf8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/tcS7iEoD-0k/s1600/Tail+of+Blue+Bird+jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pL7GmuIZ4hU/S9bjYcCqf8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/tcS7iEoD-0k/s200/Tail+of+Blue+Bird+jacket.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Insp. Donker sends Kayo off with the warning, "Don't return until you have a    good scientific theory and report – CSI-style." Kayo finds the "evil"    evidence: unidentified fleshy remains, crawling with maggots, in the corner    of a hut belonging to a cocoa farmer who hasn't been seen for a month. He    does his CSI best – taking samples for DNA testing, using hi-tech "blue    merge" goggles to spot patches of urine on the floor, creating a digital    model of the crime scene on his laptop. More importantly, he listens to the    locals, especially the old hunter Opanyin Poku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="font-null"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="font-null"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="font-null"&gt;The hunter shares some of the book's narrative, giving Kayo clues in the form    of rambling tales of village history as they sit around drinking palm wine    laced with the medicine man's own potions. Kayo may be "caught in a void    between instinct and knowledge", but his courtesy and respect for    non-Western wisdom mean that there is no real danger of his not getting to    the bottom of the mystery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="font-null"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="font-null"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="font-null"&gt;Tail of the Blue Bird is not overly ambitious, but everything it sets out to    do, it does admirably. Nii Ayikwei Parkes surely knows the effect the    Ghanaian dialogue will have; he doesn't translate or explain, and this    additional layer of mystery (for the average British reader) only adds to    the strength of its lyricism and insight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5833218146507492432?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5833218146507492432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/tail-of-blue-bird-by-nii-ayikwei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5833218146507492432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5833218146507492432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/05/tail-of-blue-bird-by-nii-ayikwei.html' title='TAIL OF BLUE BIRD by Nii Ayikwei'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pL7GmuIZ4hU/S9bjYcCqf8I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/tcS7iEoD-0k/s72-c/Tail+of+Blue+Bird+jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-8974298264631805272</id><published>2011-04-30T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T07:54:31.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERY LAST ONE  by Anna Quindlen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/18/books/review/Scarf-t.html?_r=1"&gt;NEW YORK TIMES&lt;/a&gt;, by MAGGIE SCARF&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-Z4CdmMKE/TYnoc6UGTcI/AAAAAAAAHD0/KfOzzINzbd4/s320/Every+Last+One+Paperback.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-Z4CdmMKE/TYnoc6UGTcI/AAAAAAAAHD0/KfOzzINzbd4/s200/Every+Last+One+Paperback.jpg" width="124" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If it’s true that traits like novelty-­seeking and risk-aversion are  genetic in origin, then Mary Beth Latham’s biological makeup appears to  be tilted toward safety and security. Mary Beth, the narrator of Anna Quindlen’s  engrossing new novel, “Every Last One,” values stability and sameness,  finding quiet contentment in her long, amiable marriage to an  ophthalmologist and in her flourishing career as a landscaper. But her  most intense feelings and greatest concerns are centered on her three  teenage children: lovely Ruby, nearing her last year of high school, and  the twins, Max and Alex, who will be freshmen next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lathams’ busy, welcoming household, a study in domestic  tranquility, is a magnet for friends of all ages. But there are curious  ripples beneath this happy surface. Does the fact that Ruby has teetered  on the edge of anorexia have mostly to do with normal growing pains or  is there something darker, more troublesome to blame? And what about  Ruby’s increasing wish to free herself from a cloying romance with her  childhood playmate and high school sweetheart, who seems to be a  constant presence in the Latham household? As for the twins, they’re a  study in yin and yang. Alex is outgoing, comfortable in his own skin, on  his way to making the high school soccer team; Max (called Max the Mute  by his classmates) is clumsy and rarely speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems unlikely  that violence could erupt in the peaceful, countrified New England town  where the Lathams live. Yet early in the novel one of Mary Beth’s large  landscaping jobs (“six tiers of shrubs, a small copse of flowering plum  and pear, a long hedge of weigela”) is vandalized, the plantings  uprooted and carried off overnight. “I don’t mean to sound hysterical,  but I am really freaked out by this,” she tells the policeman who  arrives to inspect the damage.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/18/books/review/Scarf-t.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;read more...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-8974298264631805272?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8974298264631805272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-last-one-by-anna-quindlen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8974298264631805272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8974298264631805272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/every-last-one-by-anna-quindlen.html' title='EVERY LAST ONE  by Anna Quindlen'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qp-Z4CdmMKE/TYnoc6UGTcI/AAAAAAAAHD0/KfOzzINzbd4/s72-c/Every+Last+One+Paperback.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7225905884178295667</id><published>2011-04-28T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:10:06.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HUNGRY GHOSTS by Anne Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/arts/books/article1432354.ece"&gt;GLOBE AND MAIL &lt;/a&gt;by Christy Ann Conlin &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paperplus.co.nz/books/250/9780007303380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.paperplus.co.nz/books/250/9780007303380.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anne Berry's &lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Hungry Ghosts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; is a stunning debut, brilliant  in the seamless intricacy of a story that plays out over a 60-year  period, beginning with the brutal Japanese occupation of Hong Kong. Epic  in scope and voice, the book moves from British Hong Kong to England  and Paris, returning to post-colonial Hong Kong, now a part of the  People's Republic of China.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This book is so skillfully crafted, and the writing so elegant, it's  hard to believe it is a first novel. Some years ago, critic Noah Richler  railed against young new writers emerging from creative writing  programs, the product of too many writing workshops and not enough  real-life experience. Anne Berry is his dream. Berry, 54, was born in  Hong Kong to a former key figure in the colonial government. She ran an  acting school and wrote plays, in addition to working as a speech  therapist and a reporter. Now living in England, Berry writes full time  and has already finished a second novel. Her diverse background and  experience are perhaps the perfect companions to the talent and insight  that have created this page-turning book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The story centres on two characters, 12-year-old Alice Safford, the  eccentric third daughter of a high-ranking official in the British  colonial government in Hong Kong, and the restless spirit of Lin Shui, a  young girl raped and murdered by a Japanese solider in 1942. Lin Shui  lingers in a netherworld between the living and the dead, haunting a  morgue in an abandoned British army hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the hospital is reborn as a private school for the children of  colonial officials, Lin Shui attaches herself to young Alice, a deeply  troubled child existing in the quintessential English colonial world of  stiff upper lips, carefully controlled façades and undercurrents of  deceit and betrayal.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/arts/books/article1432354.ece"&gt;read more.... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7225905884178295667?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7225905884178295667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/hungry-ghosts-by-anne-berry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7225905884178295667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7225905884178295667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/hungry-ghosts-by-anne-berry.html' title='THE HUNGRY GHOSTS by Anne Berry'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-2099158724123115708</id><published>2011-04-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:02:48.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://records.viu.ca/www/ipp/rtb/eoti.htm"&gt;You have reached the end of the internet.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-2099158724123115708?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2099158724123115708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/important-message-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2099158724123115708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2099158724123115708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/important-message-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-884373504098326108</id><published>2011-04-26T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:03:30.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARROT AND OLIVIER IN AMERICA by Peter Carey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="art l" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/laura_miller/2010/04/11/parrot_and_olivier_in_america"&gt;SALON.COM&lt;/a&gt; by Laura Miller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="deck"&gt;Peter Carey's delightful new novel asks whether democracy and art are incompatible     &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;a href="http://carpediemblogger.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/parrot-and-olivier-in-america.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://carpediemblogger.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/parrot-and-olivier-in-america.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although he's won the Booker Prize twice (for "Oscar and Lucinda" and "True History of the Kelly Gang"), Peter Carey  doesn't quite match the American notion of a great novelist; for one  thing, his books are too much fun. (Tellingly, the least comic products  of his pen tend to be the most celebrated.) Shouldn't literature taste  more medicinal — like, say, the works of that other double Booker  winner, J.M. Coetzee? Also, Carey has mostly written about Australia  (both the country and the state of mind), which Americans find  perplexing. We regard Australia as too much like America to be  interestingly foreign, so why harp on it? Why not just act as if you're &lt;i&gt;already&lt;/i&gt; American? It works for half the movie stars in Hollywood, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Carey has lived in New York for two decades, he still  feels like a Commonwealth novelist, the kind of writer who consistently  produces a satisfying, well-shaped, inventive and entertaining book  every two or three years without excessive fuss or bother. This is not  how we do it stateside. To read any novel more challenging than an  airport thriller, Americans usually need to be persuaded that the book  is epochal, the result of a heroic effort to define our times,  undertaken by a stormy and (ideally) clinically depressed genius. We  figure that if we have to exert ourselves to read it, we want a  guaranteed pay-off in cultural capital. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/laura_miller/2010/04/11/parrot_and_olivier_in_america"&gt;read more.... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-884373504098326108?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/884373504098326108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/parrot-and-olivier-in-america-by-peter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/884373504098326108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/884373504098326108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/parrot-and-olivier-in-america-by-peter.html' title='PARROT AND OLIVIER IN AMERICA by Peter Carey'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6455369390129666046</id><published>2011-04-23T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T19:30:17.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAVAGES by Don Winslow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?show=HARDCOVER:USED:9781439183366:10.95#synopses_and_reviews"&gt;POWELL'S BOOKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blurb_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A breakthrough novel that pits young kingpins against a Mexican drug cartel, &lt;i&gt;Savages &lt;/i&gt;is a provocative, sexy, and sharply funny thrill ride through the dark side of the war on drugs and beyond.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blurb_bq"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blurb_bq"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm117203129/savages-novel-don-winslow-paperback-cover-art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm117203129/savages-novel-don-winslow-paperback-cover-art.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Part-time  environmentalist and philanthropist Ben and his ex-mercenary buddy Chon  run a Laguna Beach–based marijuana operation, reaping significant  profits from their loyal clientele. In the past when their turf was  challenged, Chon took care of eliminating the threat. But now they may  have come up against something that they cant handlethe Mexican Baja  Cartel wants in, and sends them the message that a "no" is unacceptable.  When they refuse to back down, the cartel escalates its threat,  kidnapping Ophelia, the boys playmate and confidante. Os abduction sets  off a dizzying array of ingenious negotiations and gripping plot twists  that will captivate readers eager to learn the costs of freedom and the  price of one amazing high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following "the best summertime crime novel ever" (&lt;i&gt;San Francisco Chronicle &lt;/i&gt;on &lt;i&gt;The Dawn Patrol&lt;/i&gt;), bestselling author Winslow offers up a smash hit in the making. &lt;i&gt;Savages &lt;/i&gt;is  an ingenious combination of adrenaline-fueled suspense and true-crime  reportage by a master thriller writer at the very top of his game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 class="ir review"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Review:&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blurb_bq"&gt;"Spare,  clipped expository prose and hip, spot-on dialogue propel this visceral  crime novel from Winslow (The Dawn Patrol). The future is looking good  for Laguna Beach, Calif., marijuana growers Ben and Chon, until they  receive an ominous e-mail from the Baja Cartel. Attached is a photograph  showing the decapitated bodies of other independent drug dealers. The  message is clear: sell your product through us or else. Ben and Chon try  to resist, but matters escalate after cartel thugs abduct Ophelia, the  guys' beautiful young playmate and accomplice, and hold her for a cool   million ransom. Meanwhile, Elena 'La Reina' Sanchez Lauter, the leader  of the Baja Cartel, must deal with rival drug gangs and potential  overthrow from within. Ben and Chon propose a trade that Elena can't  refuse, setting the stage for the violent and utterly satisfying ending.  Winslow's encyclopedic knowledge of the border drug trade lends  authenticity. (July)"  &lt;cite&gt;Publishers Weekly&lt;/cite&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6455369390129666046?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6455369390129666046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/savages-by-don-winslow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6455369390129666046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6455369390129666046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/savages-by-don-winslow.html' title='SAVAGES by Don Winslow'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-2028845341737598156</id><published>2011-04-20T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T17:05:59.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hzgzim5m7oU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-2028845341737598156?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2028845341737598156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/power-of-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2028845341737598156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2028845341737598156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/power-of-words.html' title='The Power of Words'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Hzgzim5m7oU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3951384064730593624</id><published>2011-04-19T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T04:50:49.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WINTER THIEF by Jenny White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.jennywhite.net/_i_the_winter_thief__i__87781.htm"&gt;JENNYWHITE.NET&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jennywhite.net/images/Winterthief-330.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.jennywhite.net/images/Winterthief-330.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;December 1888. Vera Arti carries The Communist Manifesto in Armenian  through Istanbul’s streets, unaware of the men following her. The police  discover a shipload of guns and the Imperial Ottoman Bank is blown up.  Suspicion falls on a socialist commune Arti’s friends organized in the  eastern mountains. Investigating, Special Prosecutor Kamil Pasha  encounters a ruthless adversary, Vahid, the head of a special branch of  the secret police. Vahid has convinced the Sultan that the commune is  leading an Armenian secessionist movement and should be destroyed, along  with surrounding villages. Kamil must stop the massacre, but finds  himself on the wrong side of the law, framed for murder and accused of  treason. His family and the woman he loves are threatened. Exploring the  dark obsessions of the most powerful and dangerous men of the dying  Ottoman Empire, The Winter Thief also reflects the mad idealism of these  turbulent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Content1"&gt;&lt;div class="sb_content_image_left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3951384064730593624?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3951384064730593624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/winter-thief-by-jenny-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3951384064730593624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3951384064730593624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/winter-thief-by-jenny-white.html' title='THE WINTER THIEF by Jenny White'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6415186064437344778</id><published>2011-04-18T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T05:01:29.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Ness's top 10 'unsuitable' books for teenagers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=4998730451418645952"&gt;THE GUARDIAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="article-body-blocks"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/BOOKS/Pix/pictures/2011/4/8/1302259841864/The-Virgin-Suicides-008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/BOOKS/Pix/pictures/2011/4/8/1302259841864/The-Virgin-Suicides-008.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Patrick Ness was born and grew up in the US, and moved to London  in 1999, where he's lived  ever since. He's written two books for  adults (a novel called The Crash of Hennington and a short story  collection called Topics About Which I Know Nothing), and published The  Knife of Never Letting Go, his first young adult book, in 2008. It won  the Guardian Children's Fiction Prize and the Booktrust Teenage Prize.  The sequel, The Ask and the Answer, won the Costa children's fiction  prize, and the final book in the trilogy, Monsters of Men, came out last  year. His new novel, A Monster Calls, will be published next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My childhood reading was blissfully unchaperoned.  My  parents were just happy I liked to read, and so I – in utter innocence –  would wander into the public library and pick up any old thing.  I read  Harold Robbins' Celebrity when I was 13, for example.  It was VERY  educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="factbox-container"&gt;&lt;div class="factbox book"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I survived, though.  When I asked on Twitter  for other "inappropriate" books people had read way too young, the list  included Jilly Cooper, Irvine Welsh, Flowers in the Attic (by  practically everyone) and lots and lots of Stephen King.   All bookish young readers over-reach occasionally, and if they  discover they like it, they keep on doing it.  What a great way to   establish reading as exciting and maybe even dangerous, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But  there's more to adult books than adult material.  There are a number of  books that are actually rather better if read when you're a teen, some  because they're entertaining contraband, some because it can never be  too early to read something so wonderful, and some because, if you wait,  you might have missed your chance forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9780241950432" title=""&gt;The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;The  obvious first choice, but not necessarily because of its literary  reputation.  It needs to be read when you're young.  If you first meet  Holden Caulfield when you're too old, the desire to give him a good slap  might impede your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9780340951446" title=""&gt;The Stand by Stephen King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;For  his sheer ability to get teenagers to love reading, Stephen King is a  saint.  I did a book report on Pet Sematary in 8th grade.  My English  teacher, bless her forever, gave me an A.  I pick The Stand because if  you're an adult, it's a bit long.  If you're a teenager, it's War and  Peace.  Scratch that, if you're a teenager, it's better.  And that's no  bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9780349121086" title=""&gt;Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Speaking  of 1000+ page books, Infinite Jest is filled with all the things that  are brilliant to read when you're young:  unembarrassed cleverness, a  cheeky take on the future, hilarious experiments with form, and a  serious sense of accomplishment when you're finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9780099511656" title=""&gt;Beloved by Toni Morrison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;I  read Beloved when I was 15, and it felt like the first time being  allowed to sit at the grown-up's table.  I may not have followed every  word, but I was mesmerised.  And I learned without even knowing I was  being taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9780747560593" title=""&gt;The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;One  of those literary, award-winning adult novels that I secretly think was  written for teens all along (see To Kill A Mockingbird).  No, it won't  encourage suicide, but it will encourage an appreciation for elegant  writing and ring true for how isolating the teenage years can feel.   Plus, it's in third person plural!  What's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9781853260865" title=""&gt;Dracula by Bram Stoker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Next,  a couple of classics that are better in your teens.  Dracula first  because it's still fast-paced, scary and appealingly pervy.  Plus, it's  important to know that vampires don't play baseball.  And honestly?   They never would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9780141439549" title=""&gt;Middlemarch by George Eliot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Because  Middlemarch should be read when you're 14.  And again when you're 23.   And again at 31.  And 45.  And 52.  And 68.  And 84.  It will,  astoundingly, be a different book every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9781841491080" title=""&gt;Maul by Tricia Sullivan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Two  personal choices now.  Read Tricia Sullivan's fantastic, profane and  mind-bending Maul mainly because it's very important to start loving  brilliant genre fiction before older readers can tell you to be a snob  about it.  Plus, far-future gender politics and teenagers with machine  guns in a shopping mall.  I ask again, what's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.guardianbookshop.co.uk/BerteShopWeb/viewProduct.do?ISBN=9781842430354" title=""&gt;Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;Tom,  not Harold.  This book is the whole reason for this list.  I read it  probably a dozen times from ages 15 to 17, and was amazed to discover  that fiction could be, of all things, playful.  That it didn't always  need to be polite.  That it could have runaway metaphors just for a  laugh.  And that the naughty bits could be told with a smile.  It opened  my eyes to a world of possibilities in my own writing, and is probably  the most formative book I ever read.  And you know what?  I haven't read  it since.  I can't bear to.  Seen through the eyes of my adult self,  who knows how disappointed I'd be?  Let it remain forever, gloriously,  in my teenage years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Unrecommended by Unnamed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;And  here's where it gets tricky.  I can't possibly recommend some of the  books that I and others read when we were teenagers.  I mean, really, is  Trainspotting in any way appropriate for a teenager?  And what about  the Jilly Coopers and the Jackie Collinses and, heaven help us, Flowers  in the Attic?  We older folks may have cherished, er, survived reading  them at your age, but you're too young, WAY too young, to read any of  these books that are easily available at your local library.  Listed  alphabetically by author.  So the Cs would be near the front and Ws near  the back.  But I couldn't possibly recommend that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6415186064437344778?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6415186064437344778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/patrick-nesss-top-10-unsuitable-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6415186064437344778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6415186064437344778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/patrick-nesss-top-10-unsuitable-books.html' title='Patrick Ness&apos;s top 10 &apos;unsuitable&apos; books for teenagers'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-8253700015100079006</id><published>2011-04-16T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T17:41:58.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH by Peter Temple</title><content type='html'>taken from &lt;a href="http://crimespace.ning.com/profiles/blogs/review-truth-peter-temple"&gt;CRIMESPACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resources3.news.com.au/images/2010/04/21/1225856/556379-truth-by-peter-temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://resources3.news.com.au/images/2010/04/21/1225856/556379-truth-by-peter-temple.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At the close of a long day, Inspector Stephen Villani stands in the  bathroom of a luxury apartment high above the city. In the glass bath, a  young woman lies dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villani's job as head of the Victoria Police Homicide Squad is bathed in  blood and sorrow. His life is his work. It is his identity, his  calling, his touchstone. But now, over a few sweltering summer days, as  fires burn across the state and his superiors and colleagues scheme and  jostle, he finds all the certainties of his life are crumbling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://crimespace.ning.com/profiles/blogs/review-truth-peter-temple"&gt;read more....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-8253700015100079006?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8253700015100079006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth-by-peter-temple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8253700015100079006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8253700015100079006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/truth-by-peter-temple.html' title='TRUTH by Peter Temple'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1138715486124418261</id><published>2011-04-15T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:41:12.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VILLIAGE OF THE GHOST BEARS by Stan Jones</title><content type='html'>taken from &lt;a href="http://www.mysteriousreviews.com/mystery-book-reviews/jones-village-ghost-bears.html"&gt;MYSTERIOUS REVIEWS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1569476063.01._SCL_SX200_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1569476063.01._SCL_SX200_.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inupiaq Alaskan State Trooper Nathan Active investigates a mysterious fire while separately seeking to identify a dead body found washed ashore on a nearby lake in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Village of the Ghost Bears&lt;/span&gt;, the fourth mystery in this series by Stan Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active and his longtime love Grace are just beginning a camping trip along the shores of One-Way Lake when they stumble upon the body of a man whose face has been eaten away by local pike. But before they can arrange to have the body recovered, Active is called to the small town of Chukchi, a coastal village in northwest Alaska, where a recreation center has burned down, killing eight people who were trapped inside when the exit doors were wired shut. The motive for arson isn't obvious, nor is one for murder ... if one of the dead was the intended target. Then there's still that unknown man at One-Way Lake. Almost certainly an accidental death from a fall, but until the body can be recovered and identified it remains another mystery for Active to solve.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysteriousreviews.com/mystery-book-reviews/jones-village-ghost-bears.html"&gt;read more...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1138715486124418261?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1138715486124418261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/villiage-of-ghost-bears-by-stan-jones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1138715486124418261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1138715486124418261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/villiage-of-ghost-bears-by-stan-jones.html' title='VILLIAGE OF THE GHOST BEARS by Stan Jones'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-407084318747505370</id><published>2011-04-12T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:47:02.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW ANGELS by James Thompson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/01/review-snow-angels-by-james-thompson.html"&gt;MATERIAL WITNESS &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elizabethawhite.com/images/SnowAngelsPB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.elizabethawhite.com/images/SnowAngelsPB.jpg" width="127" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finland has been notably under-represented in the surge of Nordic  crime fiction that has take the genre by storm in recent years. While  Icelanders, Swedes and Norwegians have risen to prominence few Finnish  authors have broken into international markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a personal disappointment to me. Having spent a lot of  time in Finland, and grown to like it and the Finns very much, I have  long been waiting for a writer to bring the country to life on the crime  scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was with the greatest of pleasure that I discovered James Thompson and his debut novel &lt;i&gt;Snow Angels&lt;/i&gt;,  set in FInnish lapland during Kaamos, the bleak, black Polar midwinter  during which the sun does not rise at all for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a good starting place and time for a writer exploring Finland  and taking it to a new audience. Light and heat are&amp;nbsp;perhaps the two  most&amp;nbsp;dominant&amp;nbsp;characteristics&amp;nbsp;of the country to a newcomer: in the  winter there&amp;nbsp;is an alarming lack of both - even in southern parts such  as Helsinki; in the summer there is&amp;nbsp;a surfeit&amp;nbsp;of the latter. It is  impossible not to wonder what impact the&amp;nbsp;long dark winters has on those  living here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thompson, a long-term resident, sets his story up handsomely to examine this question and others about the Finns, and &lt;i&gt;Snow Angels&lt;/i&gt;,  which&amp;nbsp;is essentially a terrific mystery novel, explores some of these  themes primarily through the dynamic between the central character,  police detective Kari Vaara, and his American wife Kate, who is enduring  her first Finnish winter as a manager in the Arctic ski resort of Levi.  Vaara sees the Finns as they see themselves, while Kate&amp;nbsp;provides the  outsiders view.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/01/review-snow-angels-by-james-thompson.html"&gt;read more....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-407084318747505370?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/407084318747505370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/snow-angels-by-james-thompson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/407084318747505370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/407084318747505370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/snow-angels-by-james-thompson.html' title='SNOW ANGELS by James Thompson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6950452664190836297</id><published>2011-04-11T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:27:30.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A VERY PRIVATE MURDER by Stuart Pawson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.meanstreets.co.uk/TheBooks.asp"&gt;Meanstreets&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meanstreets.co.uk/%5Cimages%5Cbooks%5Csmall%5CAVeryPrivateMurder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.meanstreets.co.uk/%5Cimages%5Cbooks%5Csmall%5CAVeryPrivateMurder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charlie Priest is on gardening leave - the neighbours have complained  about his weeds – when the call comes. Ghislaine Curzon, girlfriend of  one of the royal princes, is in Heckley to open the Curzon Centre, a new  shopping mall and conference facility. But as she reveals the  commemorative plaque at the opening ceremony it looks like someone has  got to it first, defacing it with a single obscene word in foot-high red  letters. The visiting dignitaries are aghast, and the chief constable  insists on Charlie investigating the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie would rather be investigating the burglaries perpetrated by a  two-man gang armed with a pit bull terrier, but he welcomes the  opportunity to meet Ghislaine at the family’s stately home in East  Yorkshire. The jollities cease, however, when the mayor of Heckley is  found dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subsequent investigation involves Charlie visiting the mayor’s  diminutive, flute-playing wife; the manageress of the mall and her  anarchist student son; a half blind jockey and a cornucopia of  characters from the rich farmland of East Yorkshire. It’s going to take  more than standard police procedure to crack this case.&lt;span class="clear1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6950452664190836297?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6950452664190836297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-private-murder-by-stuart-pawson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6950452664190836297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6950452664190836297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/very-private-murder-by-stuart-pawson.html' title='A VERY PRIVATE MURDER by Stuart Pawson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3447527438402375622</id><published>2011-04-09T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:57:17.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TROUBLED MAN by Henning Mankell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/mar/22/henning-mankell-wallander-troubled-man"&gt;THE GUARDIAN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2011/3/22/1300815293549/Henning-Mankell-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Guardian/Pix/pictures/2011/3/22/1300815293549/Henning-Mankell-007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it then; the end. Twenty-two years after his first appearance and  more than a decade since the one everybody - even his creator - had  assumed would be his last, Inspector Kurt Wallander is working his last  case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lugubrious, all too human but ultimately decent Swedish cop with  the never-ending health problems and the terrible family life has sold  30m books in 45 different languages. This will be a sad day for a lot of  people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not, on balance, for Henning Mankell.  "Hand on heart," he says,  "I thought I'd written his last adventure a  long time ago. I don't even particularly like the man. We have certain  things in common: we enjoy the same kind of music, we have a similarly  conscientious approach to work. We wouldn't be enemies if we knew each  other, but he wouldn't be a close friend. He's not someone I'd invite to  dinner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in the sunlit kitchen of the house Mankell owns  with his wife Eva in old Antibes, in the south of France. Coffee and  cakes from the local patisserie are on the table. Eva, a successful  theatre director in Sweden and daughter of Ingmar Bergman, disappears  upstairs to work. Mankell, rumpled and relaxed in T-shirt and black  tracksuit of uncertain vintage and indiscriminate design, listens  gravely and answers precisely. The Troubled Man, his 10th and final  Wallander novel, is published here this week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/mar/22/henning-mankell-wallander-troubled-man"&gt;&lt;i&gt;read more....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3447527438402375622?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3447527438402375622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/troubled-man-by-henning-mankell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3447527438402375622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3447527438402375622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/troubled-man-by-henning-mankell.html' title='THE TROUBLED MAN by Henning Mankell'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3106785658999274964</id><published>2011-04-09T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:11:06.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A BOOK written &amp; illustrated by Lane Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio/18-9781596436060-0"&gt;Powell's Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://content-0.powells.com/cover?isbn=9781596436060" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://content-0.powells.com/cover?isbn=9781596436060" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful and lighthearted with a subversive twist that is signature Lane Smith, &lt;i&gt;It's a Book&lt;/i&gt;  is a delightful manifesto on behalf of print in the digital age. This  satisfying, perfectly executed picture book has something to say to  readers of all stripes and all ages.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The perfect gift for the tech-weary child (or adult) in your life. Bold  illustrations, simple text, and a barrelful of wit will remind readers  of the joys to be found when you go offline and lose yourself in the  pages of a favorite story.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;cite&gt; &lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Recommended by &lt;cite&gt;Billie Bloebaum&lt;/cite&gt;,  Powell's Books at PDX&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/x4BK_2VULCU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3106785658999274964?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3106785658999274964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-book-written-illustrated-by-lane.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3106785658999274964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3106785658999274964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-book-written-illustrated-by-lane.html' title='IT&apos;S A BOOK written &amp; illustrated by Lane Smith'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/x4BK_2VULCU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-2390443625075042561</id><published>2011-04-09T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T17:51:47.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new fairly traded hand made baskets in stock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.redtelegraph.com/rt/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Red Telegraph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redtelegraph.com/rt/photolarge/3sml_stripe72.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://www.redtelegraph.com/rt/photolarge/3sml_stripe72.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Red  Telegraph sources fairly traded products made by women in developing   countries.  We work with organisations that are committed to breaking   the cycle of poverty by training and employing the most disadvantaged   women in their regions.  By buying one of our products you are helping   to support their efforts to establish poverty-free societies across the   world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-2390443625075042561?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2390443625075042561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-fairly-traded-hand-made-baskets-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2390443625075042561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2390443625075042561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-fairly-traded-hand-made-baskets-in.html' title='new fairly traded hand made baskets in stock'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1449338112516037525</id><published>2011-04-06T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T18:28:11.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A NOVEL BOOKSTORE by Laurence Cossé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/book-review/laurence-cosses-a-novel-bookstore/"&gt;WORDS WITHOUT BORDERS&lt;/a&gt; by Emma Hamilton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/images/uploads/A_Novel_Bookstore_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://wordswithoutborders.org/images/uploads/A_Novel_Bookstore_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  A new bookstore opens in Paris and stirs up a culture war. Ivan, a  career bookseller and Francesca, a socialite and passionate reader,  decide to open an "ideal bookstore"—one in which only good books are  sold. They call it simply "The Good Novel." And before long, the place  experiences phenomenal sales as well as violent threats, all the while  receiving massive press coverage—by turns, adulatory and vituperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an age of plummeting book sales, daily hardship (and ruin) for  independent bookstores, and a publishing industry whose future seems  grim, the plot &lt;em&gt;of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;A Novel Bookstore&lt;/em&gt; could only be the  fantasy of an undeterred bibliophile. In this alternate universe, books  are at the forefront of cultural consciousness and debate. Even in  France, a country more protective of its high culture than our own, the  situation is only slightly more plausible. For all its utopian  indulgences, the novel does turn on a familiar, and emblematic, tension.  The escalating war over the bookstore has, at its heart, a clash  between "literature" and the business of publishing. Of course,  literature is a loaded category.&amp;nbsp;Nabokov (whose entire oeuvre is sold at  the store) once wrote that "reality" was one of the few words that  means nothing without quotation marks. I'd hazard that "literature" is  another. For what is literature except books that have been deemed, by  someone, good and important? &lt;a href="http://wordswithoutborders.org/book-review/laurence-cosses-a-novel-bookstore/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1449338112516037525?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1449338112516037525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/novel-bookstore-by-laurence-cosse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1449338112516037525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1449338112516037525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/novel-bookstore-by-laurence-cosse.html' title='A NOVEL BOOKSTORE by Laurence Cossé'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5928986772353925073</id><published>2011-04-05T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T02:45:18.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE STRANGE CASE  OF THE COMPOSER AND HIS JUDGE by Patricia Duncker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/7404757/The-Strange-Case-of-the-Composer-and-His-Judge-by-Patricia-Duncker-review.html"&gt;THE TELEGRAPH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bylineBody"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Jake Kerridge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="firstPar"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01592/dunckerstory1_1592980f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Strange Case of the Composer and His Judge by Patricia Duncker" border="0" height="200" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01592/dunckerstory1_1592980f.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The story of the Heaven’s Gate group, 39 of whose members killed themselves in    California in 1997 in the belief that this would allow their souls to board    an alien spaceship, is recommended reading for anybody who thinks that the    premise of &lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Patricia    Duncker’s new novel&lt;/b&gt; is too outlandish. It concerns an outbreak    of suicides among the Swiss members of a cult who worship an astral body in    the constellation Auriga they call the Dark Host and believe to be a herald    of the Apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="storyEmbSlide"&gt;&lt;div class="slideshow ssPortrait"&gt;&lt;div class="nextPrevLayer"&gt;&lt;div class="ssImg" style="clear: right; display: block; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="artImageExtras"&gt;&lt;div class="ingCaptionCredit"&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="secondPar"&gt;But there is a twist in Duncker’s tale. The cult members are not the usual    saddos but Switzerland’s scientific and artistic elite, including its chief    global- warming adviser and best-known television astronomer; to appreciate    the effect this has, we have to imagine Nicholas Stern, Patrick Moore and    the whole of the Royal Society jumping off the roof of the Greenwich    Observatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="thirdPar"&gt;The novel begins with the discovery in a forest in the Jura of the corpses of    16 people, arranged in a semicircle. André Schweigen, a petulant French cop,    notes similarities to a mass suicide in Switzerland some years earlier and    summons his colleague and lover, Dominique Carpentier, a judge known as “la    chasseuse de sectes”, the cult hunter. She is a rational thinker who tracks    down the ageing smoothies who set up bogus sects in order to fleece the    gullible.&lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/7404757/The-Strange-Case-of-the-Composer-and-His-Judge-by-Patricia-Duncker-review.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp; READ MORE....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5928986772353925073?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5928986772353925073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/strange-case-of-composer-and-his-judge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5928986772353925073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5928986772353925073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/strange-case-of-composer-and-his-judge.html' title='THE STRANGE CASE  OF THE COMPOSER AND HIS JUDGE by Patricia Duncker'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1551432168659119210</id><published>2011-04-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T21:08:23.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Author's View - Margaret Atwood</title><content type='html'>“Publishing” originally meant simply to make public. That meaning, and the processes and technologies by which “publishing” has taken place, has changed radically over the years, and is in the process of changing yet again. The pie—the author and work, and the packaging and sale of the latter—has been divided up in various ways through the years, with bigger and smaller pieces for accordingly. We are now in the midst of the largest publishing changes and challenges since Gutenberg. How will they affect the author? What tools are newly available to him/her?  One author’s view, illustrated with her own drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-6iMBf6Ddjk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1551432168659119210?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1551432168659119210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/authors-view-margaret-atwood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1551432168659119210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1551432168659119210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/04/authors-view-margaret-atwood.html' title='An Author&apos;s View - Margaret Atwood'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-6iMBf6Ddjk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3835181515397235710</id><published>2011-03-30T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T05:40:45.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist Jack Dylan</title><content type='html'>Illustration for The Walrus, a piece on Canadian crime fiction, by &lt;a href="http://www.jackdylan.ca/topics/news"&gt;Jack Dylan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PskBQb205w/TZMkDmHhXRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/p9gU3uLclV8/s1600/jack+dylan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PskBQb205w/TZMkDmHhXRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/p9gU3uLclV8/s400/jack+dylan.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3835181515397235710?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3835181515397235710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/artist-jack-dylan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3835181515397235710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3835181515397235710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/artist-jack-dylan.html' title='Artist Jack Dylan'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0PskBQb205w/TZMkDmHhXRI/AAAAAAAAASQ/p9gU3uLclV8/s72-c/jack+dylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1115005991230111076</id><published>2011-03-25T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T01:39:33.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE CLASSIC CHILDREN'S STORIES drawings by Edward Gorey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.goreyography.com/west/events/poma3class.html"&gt;GOREOGRAPHY.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.berkelouw.com.au/large/9/7/8/0/7/6/4/9/5/5/4/6/4/9780764955464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.berkelouw.com.au/large/9/7/8/0/7/6/4/9/5/5/4/6/4/9780764955464.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Edward Gorey was a very busy body in   1972 and 1973.  He published fourteen new works – nine are considered   primary works, including &lt;i&gt;The Awdrey-Gore Legacy,&lt;/i&gt; and five   secondary works, all containing several pages of artwork. This Summer,   PomegranateKids, an imprint of Pomegranate Communications, reintroduces   three titles from this time period, bundled together into one. Titled &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Three Classic Children’s Stories&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, this hardcover volume contains &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little Red Riding Hood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (1972), &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jack the Giant Killer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (1973) and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rumpelstiltskin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   (1973). This isn’t a simple re-issue, it contains changes that will   interest both new and seasoned Gorey readers.  For a start, all three   stories are rewritten, retold by James Donnelly. For another, the   illustrations wear new colors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the re-coloring of &lt;i&gt;Rumpelstiltskin&lt;/i&gt; is more a resurrection. The dust jacket artwork for the original 1973 &lt;i&gt;Rumplestiltskin&lt;/i&gt;   was finished in watercolor, while the story’s illustrations remained   black and a marigold-yellow. This time, Pomegranate’s artists gave &lt;i&gt;Rumplestiltskin&lt;/i&gt; a makeover, guided by Gorey’s palette from the original jacket art. It’s very well done.  &lt;i&gt;Jack the Giant Killer&lt;/i&gt; on the other hand, is practically a new work. The original’s black and tangerine palette makes Jack’s costume change welcome. &lt;i&gt;Red Riding Hood&lt;/i&gt;’s   red cloak is still as red as red can be, with only the subtlest   addition of new tints. All in all, the artwork throughout is nicely   uplifted by the changes. At the same time, while the old original   two-color press runs were done mostly out of cost considerations, you   could argue the old illustrations were intentionally minimalist, or   maybe convey an unintentionally comic touch. But again, the new   colorizing effort is engaging, and follows Gorey’s esthetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Donnelly merrily undertakes the retelling of these classic   stories, after writing for Pomegranate on projects with the British   Museum, Oxford University Press USA, and the National Gallery of Art.   Donnelly writes actively, directly to the reader. At times a little   fresh, with unexpected nods to Gorey’s influence placed here and there.   The original &lt;i&gt;Red Riding Hood&lt;/i&gt; was written by Schenk de Regniers, &lt;i&gt;Jack the Giant Killer&lt;/i&gt; by an anonymous writer, and were both presented in verse. The original &lt;i&gt;Rumplestiltskin&lt;/i&gt;   was written by Edith Tarcov, voiced in a teacher-ly, fairytale-manner.   They were all very charming collaborations. This time, all three  stories  follow a more modern narrative, Donnelly’s storytelling  bringing these  old tales to the present. I enjoyed jumping between old  and new versions  of all three stories, for they’re all completely  different creatures,  with different affects.  &lt;i&gt;Three Classic Children’s Stories&lt;/i&gt;  is a real treat, and worth a  place in the kids’ library, classroom and  Gorey collection. It’s new,  elegant and refreshing – a great way to  bring some of Gorey’s  lesser-known collaborations to the fore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times roman; font-size: small;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1115005991230111076?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1115005991230111076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-classic-childrens-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1115005991230111076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1115005991230111076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/three-classic-childrens-stories.html' title='THREE CLASSIC CHILDREN&apos;S STORIES drawings by Edward Gorey'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3479444509543319974</id><published>2011-03-22T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:09:45.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banned books return to shelves in Egypt and Tunisia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/feb/28/banned-books-return-egypt-tunisia"&gt;THE GUARDIAN&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Benedicte Page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div data-global-auto-refresh-switch="on" id="article-wrapper"&gt;&lt;figure&gt;        &lt;img alt="Old books market in Cairo" height="276" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/BOOKS/Pix/pictures/2011/2/28/1298906359061/Old-books-market-in-Cairo-007.jpg" width="460" /&gt;           &lt;figcaption&gt;Old books market in Cairo. Photograph: Alamy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-global-auto-refresh-switch="on" id="article-wrapper"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div data-global-auto-refresh-switch="on" id="article-wrapper"&gt;&lt;figure&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="article-body-blocks"&gt;A number of highly political titles censored by the regime of ousted Tunisian president Zine al-Abidine Ben Ali  are now returning to the country's bookshop shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Regente de Carthage by Nicolas Beau and Catherine Graciet,  a critical book about the former president's family, focusing in  particular on the role of his wife, Leila, is among those now openly on  sale in the country, according to the International Publishers Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alongside  it is a previously banned study of the long-serving Tunisian president  from whom Ben Ali took over following a 1987 coup: Habib Bourguiba: La  Trace et l'Heritage by Michel Camau and Vincent Geisser.&lt;br /&gt;Also  now appearing in the country's bookshops are The Assassination of Salah  Ben Youssef by Omar Khlifi, a book about the shooting of a former  Tunisian minister of justice in Frankfurt in 1961, and works by  journalist Toaufik Ben Brik, a prominent critic of Ben Ali's presidency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexis Krikorian, director of the Freedom to Publish programme  at the IPA, said the emergence of these and other formerly banned books within Tunisia  was "very good news".  Whether censorship still existed with regard to  new titles was a separate issue, he added, but it was likely that the  legal submission procedure, which under the old regime had been misused  to block books at their printers, "no longer applies".&lt;br /&gt;Anecdotal  reports are also emerging of once suppressed titles appearing for  impromptu sale on street corners and newspaper kiosks across Egypt.  Salwa Gaspard of joint English/Arabic language publisher Saqi Books  said accounts in the Arabic press told of books that had been hidden for  years in private basements now once more seeing the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cairo  is also to hold a book fair in Tahrir Square – the focus for protests  against former president Hosni Mubarak – at the end of March, according  to Trevor Naylor of the American University of Cairo Press bookshop,  which is based in the square. Naylor told the Bookseller that the event had been planned in the wake of the cancelled Cairo Book Fair, which was abandoned in January in the face of growing political unrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone  around the globe now associates Tahrir Square with freedom and  revolution," Naylor said. "We really wanted to do something that  celebrates what happened here, and this seems like a great way to do  it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3479444509543319974?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3479444509543319974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/banned-books-return-to-shelves-in-egypt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3479444509543319974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3479444509543319974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/banned-books-return-to-shelves-in-egypt.html' title='Banned books return to shelves in Egypt and Tunisia'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3791518265829094930</id><published>2011-03-19T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T17:47:31.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NATURAL LAWS OF GOOD LUCK by Ellen Graf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.friendsofbooks.com/store/the-natural-laws-good-luck-book-85439.html"&gt;FRIENDS OF BOOKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shambhala.com/images/covers/medium/9781590308332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.shambhala.com/images/covers/medium/9781590308332.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ellen is forty-six, divorced, and having no luck with personal ads when  her Chinese girlfriend comes up with a plan: she has a brother in China,  Zhong-hua, who’s lonely too. Maybe they’d like each other? Taking a  leap of faith that most of us wouldn’t dare, Ellen travels to China to  meet him. Though they speak only a few words of each other’s language,  there’s an unspoken connection between them and they decide to marry.  What follows is a remarkably touching and humorous story of two people  from completely different worlds trying to make a marriage work.  Settling in at Ellen’s ramshackle farmhouse in upstate New York, they  quickly discover the cultural chasm that lies between them. Ellen and  her teenage daughter decide to adopt a policy of nonjudgment as  Zhong-hua lobbies to sell their refrigerator (“Just three people, no  need”), serves them giant sea slugs for dinner, and brusquely nudges  Ellen aside without an “excuse me” (“Family no need these kind of  words”). Zhong-hua is not the type to offer his wife impromptu smiles or  hugs, but in bed at night he holds her tightly like she’s “something  long lost and precious that might not live until morning.” The Natural  Laws of Good Luck is an unusual and exquisitely written love story—one  that will resonate with anyone who has ever contemplated with wonder the  spaces that exist between us and those we care about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3791518265829094930?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3791518265829094930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/natural-laws-of-good-luck-by-ellen-graf.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3791518265829094930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3791518265829094930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/natural-laws-of-good-luck-by-ellen-graf.html' title='THE NATURAL LAWS OF GOOD LUCK by Ellen Graf'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-4559250846496003908</id><published>2011-03-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T20:48:35.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bricks-and-Mortar Bookstore: Last Bastion of Privacy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://blogs.publishersweekly.com/blogs/shelftalker/?p=4429&amp;amp;utm_source=Publishers+Weekly%27s+Children%27s+Bookshelf&amp;amp;utm_campaign=a7b574cbb9-UA-15906914-1&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt; PUBLISHER'S WEEKLY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend — let’s call her “me” — who recently became  interested in an unconventional topic. (Lest your curiosity lead you in  bizarre directions, let me assure you that no weapons dealing or illegal  activity of any kind were involved.) In researching books I might want  to read, I quickly realized how little privacy is left to the modern-day  consumer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.publishersweekly.com/blogs/shelftalker/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/reader-statue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://blogs.publishersweekly.com/blogs/shelftalker/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/reader-statue.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While I, as a bookseller, have the luxury of ordering books from  distributors and making purchases in relative privacy, my customers must  choose between online book ordering — which seems anonymous but in fact  leaves quite an information trail — and in-store purchasing,  which—while it involves face-to-face interaction with the cashier— is  also the only method left to buy a book anonymously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. Anyone can come into The Flying Pig, or another  store, plunk down some cash, and leave with a book no one can or will  trace. Nor will that purchase generate recommendation lists that pop up  whenever the customer—or his wife, or children—logs on to the website.  No one at the bookstore will sell that information to marketers in order  for them to build profiles of customer preferences, spending habits and  abilities. No one will violate that reader’s freedom to read, or his  privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is no small wonder in this day and age when every street corner  has a surveillance camera, and every online click garners a cookie.&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;a href="http://blogs.publishersweekly.com/blogs/shelftalker/?p=4429&amp;amp;utm_source=Publishers+Weekly%27s+Children%27s+Bookshelf&amp;amp;utm_campaign=a7b574cbb9-UA-15906914-1&amp;amp;utm_medium=email"&gt;READ MORE.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-4559250846496003908?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4559250846496003908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/bricks-and-mortar-bookstore-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4559250846496003908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4559250846496003908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/bricks-and-mortar-bookstore-last.html' title='The Bricks-and-Mortar Bookstore: Last Bastion of Privacy?'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-73703033813693923</id><published>2011-03-14T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T05:05:59.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO WRITE A SENTENCE: AND HOW TO READ ONE by Stanley Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.stevenwbeattie.com/?p=2241"&gt;THAT SHAKESPEAREAN RAG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite English-language sentences appears in Steven Pinker’s book &lt;i&gt;The Language Instinct&lt;/i&gt;.  The sentence, which was created by Pinker’s student, Annie Senghas, is a  syntactical marvel, at first utterly confounding, but perfectly  structured and absolutely, 100% grammatically correct. The sentence  reads as follows: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevenwbeattie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/how+to+write+a+sentance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.stevenwbeattie.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/how+to+write+a+sentance.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a first (and even second, third, or fourth) reading, that sentence  seems like complete gibberish, a nonsense mantra repeating a single  word eight times in succession. Only when one takes a step back and  considers the various parts of speech the word “buffalo” can stand in  for does the sentence’s meaning begin to come clear. Consider that  “buffalo” can be a noun, the name of a city, or a verb. Then consider  that the difficulty in Senghas’s sentence arises from the elision of  articles and conjunctions that might serve as guides in breaking the  sentence down into its syntactical components. Pinker explains it this  way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;American bison are called &lt;i&gt;buffalo&lt;/i&gt;. A kind of bison that comes from Buffalo, New York, could be called a &lt;i&gt;Buffalo buffalo&lt;/i&gt;. Recall that there is a verb &lt;i&gt;to buffalo&lt;/i&gt; that means “to overwhelm, to intimidate.” Imagine that New York State bison intimidate one another: &lt;i&gt;(The) Buffalo buffalo (that) Buffalo buffalo (often) buffalo (in turn) buffalo (other) Buffalo buffalo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Put that way, the sentence makes perfect sense, but is a lot less  interesting. Senghas’s unadulterated string of words is a thing of  beauty, a sentence to elicit joy and wonder in those for whom language  and its structures are endlessly fascinating.&lt;a href="http://www.stevenwbeattie.com/?p=2241"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; READ MORE....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-73703033813693923?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/73703033813693923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-write-sentence-and-how-to-read.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/73703033813693923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/73703033813693923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-write-sentence-and-how-to-read.html' title='HOW TO WRITE A SENTENCE: AND HOW TO READ ONE by Stanley Fish'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6915240650540510506</id><published>2011-03-13T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T00:23:22.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BROTHERS ASHKENAZI by I.J. Singer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7893409-the-brothers-ashkenazi"&gt;GOODREADS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.fkcdn.com/img/906/9781590512906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img1.fkcdn.com/img/906/9781590512906.jpg" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="freeText14762439516573413583"&gt;In the Polish city of  Lodz, the brothers Ashkenazi grew up very differently in talent and in  temperament. Max, the firstborn, is fiercely intelligent and conniving,  determined to succeed financially by any means necessary. Slower-witted  Jacob is strong, handsome, and charming but without great purpose in  life. While Max is driven by ambition and greed to be more successful  than his brother, Jacob is drawn to easy living and decadence. As waves  of industrialism and capitalism flood the city, the brothers and their  families are torn apart by the clashing impulses of old piety and new  skepticism, traditional ways and burgeoning appetites, and the hatred  that grows between faiths, citizens, and classes. Despite all attempts  to control their destinies, the brothers are caught up by forces of  history, love, and fate, which shape and, ultimately, break them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="freeText14762439516573413583"&gt;First published in 1936, &lt;i&gt;The Brothers Ashkenazi &lt;/i&gt;quickly became a best seller as a sprawling family saga. Breaking away from the introspective &lt;i&gt;shtetl &lt;/i&gt;tales  of classic nineteenth-century writers, I. J. Singer brought to Yiddish  literature the multilayered plots, large casts of characters, and  narrative sweep of the traditional European novel. Walking alongside  such masters as Zola, Flaubert, and Tolstoy, I . J. Singer’s  premodernist social novel stands as a masterpiece of storytelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6915240650540510506?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6915240650540510506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/brothers-ashkenazi-by-ij-singer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6915240650540510506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6915240650540510506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/brothers-ashkenazi-by-ij-singer.html' title='THE BROTHERS ASHKENAZI by I.J. Singer'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3886955152349275301</id><published>2011-03-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:55:19.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women in Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nUDIoN-_Hxs" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3886955152349275301?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3886955152349275301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/women-in-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3886955152349275301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3886955152349275301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/women-in-art.html' title='Women in Art'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nUDIoN-_Hxs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-2333253202700027836</id><published>2011-03-02T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:57:50.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD THINGS HAPPEN  By Harry Dolan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/08/02/AR2009080201916.html"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/a&gt; by PATRICK ANDERSON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/photo/2009/08/02/PH2009080202288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://media3.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/photo/2009/08/02/PH2009080202288.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry Dolan's droll and delightful first novel opens with a simple,  ominous sentence: "The shovel has to meet certain requirements." This  suggests the shovel in question may be intended for other than routine  gardening chores. It suggests that, well, bad things may happen, which  they soon do, in profusion. We learn that a man who calls himself David  Loogan is in a store buying the shovel, rather furtively, and that he is  an editor for a crime magazine called Gray Streets in Ann Arbor, Mich.  We learn that he has bought the shovel because his boss, Tom Kristoll,  the owner of the magazine, wants him to help bury a body. That's the  first bad thing that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loogan likes Kristoll and feels guilty about having an affair with  Kristoll's wife, Laura. So Loogan accepts his friend's story that he  killed the man in his study in self-defense, and that it would cause too  much of a fuss to call the police. They bury the man, whom Kristoll  says is an ex-convict turned crime writer and extortionist. That, of  course, is not remotely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For much of the book we don't know much about Loogan, except that he's  38, attractive to women and knows how to juggle. We get to know better  the circle of writers and editors who are drawn to Gray Streets, odd  characters with odd names like Nathan Hideaway, Rex Chatterjee, Bridget  Shellcross, Casimir Hifflyn and Valerie Calnero. Unfortunately, as we  get to know these people, they start experiencing death by murder. Tom  Kristoll, the publisher, is only the next to go. &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/08/02/AR2009080201916.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-2333253202700027836?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/2333253202700027836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-things-happen-by-harry-dolan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2333253202700027836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/2333253202700027836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-things-happen-by-harry-dolan.html' title='BAD THINGS HAPPEN  By Harry Dolan'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1179409251127596942</id><published>2011-02-28T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:16:30.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RECKLESS by Cornelia Funke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.thirstforfiction.com/authors/cornelia-funke/reckless-reckless-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirst for Fiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9fGfcZ2kDA/TMoc866bSyI/AAAAAAAAETQ/0mxQ-shRTow/s1600/funke+reckless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9fGfcZ2kDA/TMoc866bSyI/AAAAAAAAETQ/0mxQ-shRTow/s200/funke+reckless.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a mirror, in a dusty room of a nearly forgotten house. But it is no ordinary mirror. Behind it lie the lands of the Mirrorworld, a place of danger. Jacob Reckless has been trespassing it’s borders ever since he was a boy, reaping its secrets and its treasures. But then the unthinkable happens. Jacob’s brother, Will, finds the Mirror. And presses his hand against the glass, opening the gateway. And on the otherside, The Dark Fairy waits, ready to strike, ready to infect him with a curse that will turn his skin to Jade. He will become a Goyl, a stone-skinned, and he will serve their King…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckless is Cornelia Funke’s first fantasy novel since she completed the Inkworld Trilogy, and it is has certainly been worth the wait. Reckless is Funke doing what she does best; writing magical, romantic, beautiful fantasy novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It follows the journey Jacob Reckless undertakes as he tries to free his brother from a curse that will turn him into a Goyle, a stone-skinned being. Set in the Mirrorworld, it is a story full of adventure, romance and despair. Reckless is the story of the love between brothers, lovers and races; of new-found love, anguish and betrayal. &lt;a href="http://www.thirstforfiction.com/authors/cornelia-funke/reckless-reckless-1"&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1179409251127596942?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1179409251127596942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/reckless-by-cornelia-funke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1179409251127596942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1179409251127596942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/reckless-by-cornelia-funke.html' title='RECKLESS by Cornelia Funke'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9fGfcZ2kDA/TMoc866bSyI/AAAAAAAAETQ/0mxQ-shRTow/s72-c/funke+reckless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1978553039961305623</id><published>2011-02-26T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:36:42.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai Weiwei's Sunflower seeds at the Tate</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m7UcuYiaDJ0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1978553039961305623?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1978553039961305623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/ai-weiwei-sunflower-seeds-at-tate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1978553039961305623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1978553039961305623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/ai-weiwei-sunflower-seeds-at-tate.html' title='Ai Weiwei&apos;s Sunflower seeds at the Tate'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m7UcuYiaDJ0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5274739692338409945</id><published>2011-02-24T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T15:56:13.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TIGER by John Vailllant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/10/books/review/Lewine-t.html"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt; by&lt;b&gt; EDWARD LEWINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2010/10/10/books/review/Lewine/Lewine-articleLarge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2010/10/10/books/review/Lewine/Lewine-articleLarge.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large and malevolent tiger at the center of this nonfiction hunting  tale bears a striking resemblance to its fictional seafaring  predecessors: the white whale and the movie-star shark (both of which,  by the way, are said to have been inspired by real creatures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The structure of John Vaillant’s book echoes that of “Moby-Dick,”  alternating a gripping chase narrative with dense explanations of the  culture and ecology surrounding that chase. “Jaws” fans will recognize  the dramatic strategy of keeping the beast offstage as much as possible  to allow terror to fill in the blanks, as well as a certain lurid detail  at the book’s end, which I won’t reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes “The Tiger” a grand addition to the animal-­pursuit subgenre  is the sensitive way in which Vaillant, a journalist and the author of a  previous book, &lt;a href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9801E5D91F3BF937A15755C0A9639C8B63"&gt;“The Golden Spruce,”&lt;/a&gt;  that’s in the same murder-in-nature mode, evokes his cat. Few writers  have taken such pains to understand their monsters, and few depict them  in such arresting prose.&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/10/books/review/Lewine-t.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; READ MORE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5274739692338409945?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5274739692338409945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/tiger-by-john-vailllant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5274739692338409945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5274739692338409945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/tiger-by-john-vailllant.html' title='THE TIGER by John Vailllant'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-180623920639874255</id><published>2011-02-21T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:56:06.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MADRE by Liza Bakewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the author's &lt;a href="http://lizabakewell.com/madre/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre is a…marvel. Liza Bakewell brilliantly weaves a story that peels  away layers of hidden meanings of the most fraught word of Mexico’s  maternal cultura, revealing secrets many natives dare not speak. This is  a book that will get tongues wagging. &lt;span class="author"&gt;— &lt;b&gt;John Phillip Santos&lt;/b&gt;, author of &lt;i&gt;The Farthest Home is in an Empire of Fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Madre: Perilous Journeys with a Spanish Noun&lt;/i&gt; began with some graffiti on a wall:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A todo madre o un desmadre.&lt;/i&gt;  I was in Mexico doing research for my PhD, and although my Spanish, I  thought, was fluent, I had never seen that expression before. So I asked  what it meant, and I was told&amp;nbsp;that it was not proper for a woman to use  those words. Not proper, because &lt;i&gt;madremadre&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;qué&amp;nbsp;madre&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;de poca&amp;nbsp;madre&lt;/i&gt;” are used in the bar, on the street, and only by men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lizabakewell.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Madre-the-book.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lizabakewell.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Madre-the-book.jpeg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Over the years, I developed a long list of Madre expressions, and I  found friends to help me translate them. I became intrigued with the way  the Mexican speakers shape their language and how language in turn  shapes them, their goals, their dreams and their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of &lt;i&gt;Madre: Perilous Journeys with a Spanish Noun&lt;/i&gt; as part memoir, part travelogue and part investigation into a culture and its language. How can&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;me vale madre&lt;/i&gt; mean worthless and &lt;i&gt;¡que padre!&lt;/i&gt; mean marvelous? Why does&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;madre&lt;/i&gt; mean whore as much as virgin?&amp;nbsp; Join me as I travel thorough Mexico to investigate the&amp;nbsp;madre&amp;nbsp;phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you have lived in another country, are studying to learn  another language, speak Spanish as your first language, enjoy learning  about other cultures or just enjoy reading about how language affects  our lives, I hope you enjoy &lt;i&gt;Madre: Perilous Journeys with a Spanish Noun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In her illuminating new book, Liza Bakewell…a linguistic anthropologist  with sparkling credentials, turns to a single Mexican-Spanish word,  "Madre," and discovers controversies and challenges…Beyond the obvious  public issues in our headlines, all is not serene in our neighbor's  house. &lt;cite&gt;—&lt;em&gt; Portland Press Herald&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One of Bakewell’s goals in writing this book was to 'write to everyone,'  and she does that with aplomb. It’s safe to say that most people are  fascinated with language in one way or another. &lt;cite&gt;—&lt;em&gt; San Antonio Express News&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;…charming book, a mix of memoir, research and travelogue. &lt;cite&gt;—&lt;em&gt; The Economist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-180623920639874255?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/180623920639874255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/madre-by-liza-bakewell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/180623920639874255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/180623920639874255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/02/madre-by-liza-bakewell.html' title='MADRE by Liza Bakewell'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1371511219266162103</id><published>2011-01-15T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:34:27.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MARX SISTERS By Barry Maitland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://felonyandmayhem.com/2009/01/the-marx-sisters/"&gt;Felony and Mayhem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://felonyandmayhem.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/the_marx_sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://felonyandmayhem.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/the_marx_sisters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mrs. Thatcher’s London is bristling with the newly rich bankers, and  property developers who have declared the city their personal  playground. but on tiny Jerusalem lane, time seems not so much to have  stood still as to have slipped backwards. Its shabby houses are home to a  clutch of elderly emigres, refugees from a once war-torn Europe who are  still fighting ancient political battles, the Trotskyites thumping  their canes in fury, the Leninists bellowing into the anarchists’  hearing-aids. To many outsiders, the lane’s enmities look like some  quaint geezers’ hobby, a louder version of canasta. But then the geezers  start dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This magical book – and a passionate desire to bring it to U.S. readers – was the reason behind Partners &amp;amp; Crime’s  decision, in the early 1990s, to begin importing books from the UK.  Felony &amp;amp; Mayhem is delighted to give it the second life it so richly  deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Intricate and crafty…a true pleasure” — &lt;i&gt;Los Angeles Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Maitland writes astonishingly well, with a wonderful ear for  dialogue and a finely attuned sense of both character and  place…extremely impressive” — &lt;i&gt;Sydney Herald&lt;/i&gt; (Australia)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1371511219266162103?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1371511219266162103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/marx-sisters-by-barry-maitland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1371511219266162103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1371511219266162103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/marx-sisters-by-barry-maitland.html' title='THE MARX SISTERS By Barry Maitland'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1454668924641533854</id><published>2011-01-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:39:47.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Stieg Larsson, the bestselling socialist militant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/sep/13/stieg-larsson-nick-cohen"&gt;the Guardian&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="contributor" href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/nickcohen"&gt;Nick Cohen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefirstpost.co.uk/assets/library/426-stieg-larsson--124263107543371600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://www.thefirstpost.co.uk/assets/library/426-stieg-larsson--124263107543371600.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Graeme Atkinson provides an essential political service as the foreign editor of the anti-fascist magazine &lt;i&gt;Searchlight&lt;/i&gt;.  However necessary his work is, he never expected that he or any of his  colleagues who dedicate their lives to the painstaking and occasionally  dangerous task of exposing neo-Nazism would become celebrities. The  global fame of &lt;i&gt;Searchlight&lt;/i&gt;'s former Stockholm correspondent is thus filling him with an unexpected delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next fortnight, he will hear the name of his old friend Stieg Larsson everywhere. The bookshops are preparing to receive 320,000 hardback copies of &lt;i&gt;The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets' Nest&lt;/i&gt;,  the last volume of the extraordinarily popular Millennium trilogy. As  the hype builds again, only three thoughts will make Atkinson wince: the  memory of Larsson's death in 2004 at the miserably early age of 50; the  knowledge that Sweden's  sexist inheritance laws denied Larsson's partner, Eva Gabrielsson, a  share of his posthumous royalties; and the irritation which always  overcomes him whenever he hears the media describe his old comrade as a  "liberal journalist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larsson was not a liberal or anything like  one. He was a revolutionary socialist, but of a remarkably generous and  democratic sort, from a radical tradition that is all but dead in  Europe. The notion that the work of a writer who had once been the  editor of &lt;i&gt;Fjärde Internationalen&lt;/i&gt;, the journal of the Swedish  section of the Trotskyist Fourth International, could move to every  airport bookstall in the world would have once seemed absurd. At the  very least, you might have assumed that there would be few connections  between the two sides of his life. But I don't believe you can  understand the appeal of Larsson without grasping an almost nostalgic  yearning for the best of the half-forgotten politics he represented. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/sep/13/stieg-larsson-nick-cohen"&gt; READ MORE....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1454668924641533854?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1454668924641533854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/read-stieg-larsson-bestselling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1454668924641533854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1454668924641533854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/read-stieg-larsson-bestselling.html' title='Read Stieg Larsson, the bestselling socialist militant'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3982767902472288329</id><published>2011-01-14T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:16:23.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GRIMM READER: THE CLASSIC TALES OF THE BROTHERS GRIMM translated and edited by Maria Tatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.tnr.com/book/review/the-storytellers"&gt;The Book&lt;/a&gt; by Ellen Handler Spitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61ewWGJKDDL._SX106_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61ewWGJKDDL._SX106_.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Year after year&lt;/b&gt;, we print and re-print fairy tales.  What is it that makes them valuable? Should we keep telling them, and if  so, why? What about their detractors, the self-appointed child  protectors who complain about their violence and cruelty, not to mention  a different set of worriers who protest their “false” happy endings?  And surely the tales do not teach morality. Remember the egregious  brutality of that spoiled princess in &lt;i&gt;The Frog King&lt;/i&gt; who, after hurling the little animal who helped her against the wall, gets rewarded. And we quail at even a mention of &lt;i&gt;The Jew in the Brambles&lt;/i&gt;,  an outrageous portrayal of barbarism and prejudice, which, in Maria  Tatar’s new selection of the Grimm fairy tales, wisely appears only in a  separate section marked for adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor do the tales psychologize or philosophize. What they do, instead,  is what all great children’s literature does: they literalize  metaphor.&amp;nbsp;They lower their glittering buckets deep into the psyche’s  well.&amp;nbsp;Loyalty lifts spells. Jealousy becomes murder. Love trumps death.  Fortune reverses. Wishes come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite like ancient myths, which use nymphs and satyrs to explain  recurring natural phenomena; nor like fables, whose timeless moral  lessons are parlayed through the escapades of animal characters; nor  like legends, which exude the pungent aromas of one particular locale  and its history, fairy tales are stories spun into gold at the wooden  wheel of a miller’s daughter: stories made to summon wonder, horror,  enchantment—and not necessarily anything more. Uncanny in the purest  sense of the word, which is to say, both bizarre and familiar at once,  they are meant to be told, not read, and they truly possess an  inexhaustible power. Children hold on tight, turn pale, close their  eyes, and beg for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Grimm Reader&lt;/i&gt;, a compilation of fairy tales by the Brothers  Grimm, newly translated by Tatar, who has published voluminously and  illuminatingly on these writings for decades, comes to us with a  mischievous title. It reminds us that, in the wake of global terrorism,  parents and teachers are questioning ever more nervously what sort of  tales we ought to be telling children and why. In &lt;i&gt;Lilith &lt;/i&gt;some  years ago, Naomi Danis aired these anxieties, with responses from twenty  writers and editors associated with children’s literature, a  significant number of whom warned against “smarmy” sentimentality and  against books that offer superficial “healing.”&lt;a href="http://www.tnr.com/book/review/the-storytellers"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3982767902472288329?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3982767902472288329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/grimm-reader-classic-tales-of-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3982767902472288329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3982767902472288329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/grimm-reader-classic-tales-of-brothers.html' title='THE GRIMM READER: THE CLASSIC TALES OF THE BROTHERS GRIMM translated and edited by Maria Tatar'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-439173886429951125</id><published>2011-01-12T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:49:05.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIWA Handwoven Solutions to Winter</title><content type='html'>Available at Jennie's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="createdate"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="createby"&gt;Sarah Nagelbush&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In February 1986, Sweden’s Prime Minister, Olof Palme, was assassinated. Even now, 24 years later, the crime remains unsolved. &lt;i&gt;Between Summer’s Longing and Winter’s End&lt;/i&gt; gives  us a fictional account of the months leading up to the assassination.  Written by a leading Swedish criminologist, Leif GW Persson, the novel  is an engrossing story, involving both Sweden’s regular police as well  as the secret police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ropl.org/images/stories/n354931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="n354931" border="0" height="200" src="http://www.ropl.org/images/stories/n354931.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though billed as a novel similar to those of &lt;a href="http://catalog.tln.lib.mi.us/uhtbin/cgisirsi/x/x/x/57/5?user_id=ROYALOAKWEB&amp;amp;library=ALL&amp;amp;searchdata1=Henning%20Mankell"&gt;Henning Mankell&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://catalog.tln.lib.mi.us/uhtbin/cgisirsi/x/x/x/57/5?user_id=ROYALOAKWEB&amp;amp;library=ALL&amp;amp;searchdata1=Stieg%20Larsson"&gt;Stieg Larsson&lt;/a&gt;, it shares little in common with these authors. &lt;i&gt;Between Summer’s Longing and Winter’s End&lt;/i&gt;  is less of a character study than a political thriller. There are few  characters whose lives we explore and want to spend time with, as the  readers do in Larsson’s &lt;a href="http://catalog.tln.lib.mi.us/uhtbin/cgisirsi/x/x/x/57/5?user_id=ROYALOAKWEB&amp;amp;library=ALL&amp;amp;searchdata1=Stieg%20Larsson"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Millennium&lt;/i&gt; Trilogy&lt;/a&gt;. There’s no tough, multi-layered detective like Mankell’s &lt;a href="http://catalog.tln.lib.mi.us/uhtbin/cgisirsi/x/x/x/57/5?user_id=ROYALOAKWEB&amp;amp;library=ALL&amp;amp;searchdata1=kurt%20wallander"&gt;Kurt Wallander&lt;/a&gt;.  Instead, Persson invites us into the world of Swedish politics, crime  and the police through a multitude characters – many of whom are  extremely unlikeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend time with the chief of police, the head of the secret  police, a special adviser to the Prime Minster, several policemen and  women, as well as a retired professor. Through these characters, and  others, we’re slowly drawn into a world of racism, hatred, and the  occasional desire to seek out the truth – and, later, what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel starts with the apparent suicide of a visiting American  journalist and slowly unfolds into a nightmare for both the regular  Swedish police and the secret police. While at first confusing, the  switching narratives gives us a broad understanding of what’s going on –  and we know what’s happening long before some of the characters do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Between Summer’s Longing and Winter’s End&lt;/i&gt;  is an intense, thrilling and ultimately satisfying (though slightly  creepy) novel. You need not have read any other Scandinavian novels in  order to enjoy Persson’s book. It is an untraditional novel about a very  untraditional piece of Sweden’s history – one that still remains  unsolved to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3702028124135815955?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3702028124135815955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/between-summers-longing-and-winters-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3702028124135815955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3702028124135815955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/between-summers-longing-and-winters-end.html' title='BETWEEN SUMMER&apos;S LONGING AND WINTER&apos;S END by Leif GW Persson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-4930727940023302666</id><published>2011-01-07T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T17:18:33.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INVISIBLE MOUNTAIN by Carolina de Robertis</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://knopf.knopfdoubleday.com/2009/08/25/the-invisible-mountain-by-carolina-de-robertis/"&gt;KNOPF &lt;/a&gt;publishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;“An incantatory debut…This visionary book beautifully, bravely breaks open all the old secrets.”—Lisa Shea, &lt;i&gt;Elle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780307271631&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;maxwidth=170" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780307271631&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;maxwidth=170" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From the verdant hills of Rio de Janeiro to Evita Perón’s glittering  Buenos Aires, from the haven of a corner butcher shop to the halls of  the United States Embassy in Montevideo, this gripping novel—at once  expansive and lush with detail—examines the intertwined fates of a  continent and a family in upheaval. &lt;i&gt;The Invisible Mountain&lt;/i&gt; is a  deeply intimate exploration of the search for love and authenticity in  the lives of three women, and a penetrating portrait of the small,  tenacious nation of Uruguay, shaken by the gales of the twentieth  century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day of the year 1900, a small town deep in the Uruguayan  countryside gathers to witness a miracle—the mysterious reappearance of  a lost infant, Pajarita—and unravel its portents for the century.  Later, as a young woman in the capital city—Montevideo, brimming with  growth and promise—Pajarita begins a lineage of fiercely independent  women with her enamored husband, Ignazio, a young immigrant from Italy  and the inheritor of both a talent for boat making and a latent, more  sinister family trait. Their daughter, Eva, a fragile yet ferociously  stubborn beauty intent on becoming a poet, overcomes an early,  shattering betrayal to embark on a most unconventional path toward  personal and artistic fulfillment. And Eva’s daughter, Salomé, awakening  to both her sensuality and political convictions amid the violent  turmoil of the late 1960s, finds herself dangerously attracted to a  cadre of urban guerrilla rebels, despite the terrible consequences of  such principled fearlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provocative, heartbreaking and ultimately life-affirming, &lt;i&gt;The Invisible Mountain&lt;/i&gt;  is a poignant celebration of the potency of familial love, the will to  survive in the most hopeless of circumstances, and, above all, the  fierce, fortifying connection between mother and daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-4930727940023302666?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4930727940023302666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/invisible-mountain-by-carolina-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4930727940023302666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4930727940023302666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/invisible-mountain-by-carolina-de.html' title='THE INVISIBLE MOUNTAIN by Carolina de Robertis'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3016938833524293122</id><published>2011-01-02T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:55:16.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REMARKABLE CREATURES by Tracy Chevalier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/aug/29/remarkable-creatures-tracy-chevalier"&gt;the Guardian&lt;/a&gt; by Ruth Padel &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2009/08/27/RemarkableCreatures2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2009/08/27/RemarkableCreatures2.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"New life is formed from extinction and death," wrote Darwin in 1838, in  a private notebook. Some 20 years later, he based The Origin of Species  on the fact that fossils document a continuum of life forms,  demonstrating that millions of species died out as others took their  place. A generation earlier, however, when Tracy Chevalier's  rough-petticoated heroine was pulling out of cliffs in Lyme Regis the  evidence that would go into this insight, nobody wanted to believe that  God did not, as one of Chevalier's characters puts it, "plan out what He  would do with all of the animals He created".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a stunning story, compassionately reimagined. In real life  Chevalier's heroine, Mary Anning, was the greatest fossil-hunter ever.  Her father was a not-very-successful cabinet-maker whom Jane Austen once  asked to mend a chest, but his estimate was too high. Austen looked  elsewhere, never knowing that the artisan she briefly met was teaching  his gifted daughter to find the "curies", the fossil curiosities sold to  Lyme tourists like herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young child, Mary survived a  lightning strike, which people said made her strange and extra bright.  She had an uncanny gift for finding fossils, was the origin of the  tongue-twister "She Sells Sea Shells on the Sea Shore", and in 1811 when  she was 12 (Darwin was two) her first big find, a "crocodile" later  named ichthyosaurus, rocked the scientific world. She unearthed a  plesiosaurus in 1823, a pterodactyl in 1828 and a squaloraja (a  transition fish, between sharks and rays) in 1829.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists were  knocking at Mary's impoverished family's door from 1811. Even before  Richard Owen coined the word dinosaur, "terrible lizard", in 1824, giant  fossils were a hot scientific topic. Several male scientists owed their  achievements to Mary's finds. She taught herself geology and anatomy  and worked out, with the Oxford geologist William Buckland, that lumps  known as bezoar stones were actually dinosaur faeces. To raise money for  Mary, one patron, Colonel Birch, auctioned the fossils she helped him  find. Later the French scientist Cuvier accused Mary of fraud, a charge  she successfully rebutted. She died unmarried at 47, with the respect of  the international scientific community. &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2009/aug/29/remarkable-creatures-tracy-chevalier"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3016938833524293122?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3016938833524293122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-guardian-by-ruth-padel-new-life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3016938833524293122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3016938833524293122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-guardian-by-ruth-padel-new-life-is.html' title='REMARKABLE CREATURES by Tracy Chevalier'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7371870305715024569</id><published>2010-12-30T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:44:02.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WRONG BLOOD by Manuel de Lope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/31/books/review/Thompson-t.html?_r=1"&gt;New York Times &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/31/books/review/Thompson-t.html?_r=1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="dateline"&gt;By ANDREA THOMPSON Published: October 29, 2010&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRWwS5pZNuGClIctX1LEHIF8M_5sHU9tPvW6Q_rhDw8ES3JxIra" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRWwS5pZNuGClIctX1LEHIF8M_5sHU9tPvW6Q_rhDw8ES3JxIra" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This absorbing novel — the first from the distinguished Spanish author  to be translated into English — is full of mild sensations. Mild humor &lt;em&gt;(bacalao&lt;/em&gt;  soaked for dinner in the toilet tank) gives way to mild horror (a woman  bends over another’s baby with “the posture of certain all-consuming  insects”), which in turn yields to mild philosophizing (on the  “admiration that denizens of the rural world feel for folding things”).  At times, the mildness turns to provocation, as when the main character,  a simple yet baffling woman named María Antonia Etxarri, watches a  troop of soldiers and has “a feeling that one of those soldiers, if not  more than one, was going to rape her.” The placidity with which she  faces this prospect is galvanic. But de Lope’s languid sentences,  artfully translated by John Cullen, continue to unfurl, and you find  yourself sinking back into the narrative as if it were quicksand.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the face of it, the story, which begins just before the Spanish Civil  War, is a straightforward one. María Antonia is indeed raped — by a  sergeant marking his first wedding anniversary far from his wife.  Decades later, she has inherited the estate of Las Cruces from her  employer, Isabel Cruces. Enter Miguel Goitia, Isabel’s grandson, who is  training to become a notarial lawyer and has chosen Las Cruces as a  quiet place to study. There is some ineffable bond linking these three  characters, but no one asks questions, and no one provides answers  unbidden. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/31/books/review/Thompson-t.html?_r=1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7371870305715024569?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7371870305715024569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrong-blood-by-manuel-de-lope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7371870305715024569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7371870305715024569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrong-blood-by-manuel-de-lope.html' title='THE WRONG BLOOD by Manuel de Lope'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1928046239970521068</id><published>2010-12-22T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:29:06.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Etiquette of Freedom: Gary Snyder, Jim Harrison, and The Practice of the Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;description from &lt;a href="http://www.shelfari.com/books/14908440/The-Etiquette-of-Freedom-Gary-Snyder-Jim-Harrison-and-i-The-Prac"&gt;shelfari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRp4wWIVzfF8LBuVUU39HEH718ooMZTXGQ2dOqwB_Ak-1C7ErB0wQ" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRp4wWIVzfF8LBuVUU39HEH718ooMZTXGQ2dOqwB_Ak-1C7ErB0wQ" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gary Snyder joined his old friend, novelist Jim Harrison, to discuss  their loves and lives and what has become of them throughout the years.  Set amidst the natural beauty of the Santa Lucia Mountains, their  conversationsharnessing their ideas of all that is wild, sacred and  intimate in this worldmove from the admission that Snyder’s mother was a  devout atheist to his personal accounts of his initiation into Zen  Buddhist culture, being literally dangled by the ankles over a cliff.  After years of living in Japan, Snyder returns to the States to build a  farmhouse in the remote foothills of the Sierras, a homestead he calls  Kitkitdizze.   For all of the depth in these conversations, Jim Harrison  and Gary Snyder are humorous and friendly, and with the artfully  interspersed dialogue from old friends and loves like Scott Slovic,  Michael McClure, Jack Shoemaker, and Joanne Kyger, the discussion  reaches a level of not only the personal, but the global, redefining our  idea of the Beat Generation and challenging the future directions of  the environmental movement and its association with Deep Ecology.”     The Etiquette of Freedom  is an all-encompassing companion to the film   The Practice of the Wild . A DVD is included which contains the film  together with more than an hour of out-takes and expanded interviews, as  well as an extended reading by Gary Snyder. The whole offers a rare  glimpse of their extended discussion of life and what it means to be  wild and alive.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1928046239970521068?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1928046239970521068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/etiquette-of-freedom-gary-snyder-jim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1928046239970521068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1928046239970521068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/etiquette-of-freedom-gary-snyder-jim.html' title='The Etiquette of Freedom: Gary Snyder, Jim Harrison, and The Practice of the Wild'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1852120173966452185</id><published>2010-12-19T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:58:57.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W. H. Auden, from "The Fall of Rome"</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kqHBhcrY_8xnMM:http://www.yenra.com/quotations/wh-auden.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:kqHBhcrY_8xnMM:http://www.yenra.com/quotations/wh-auden.jpg&amp;amp;t=1" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,serif;"&gt;All together elsewhere&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;vast&lt;br /&gt;Herds of reindeer move across&lt;br /&gt;Miles and miles of golden moss,&lt;br /&gt;Silently and very fast.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1852120173966452185?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1852120173966452185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/w-h-auden-from-fall-of-rome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1852120173966452185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1852120173966452185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/w-h-auden-from-fall-of-rome.html' title='W. 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Auden, from &quot;The Fall of Rome&quot;'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-4743480403436802964</id><published>2010-12-16T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T13:56:35.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAJOR PETTIGREW'S LAST STAND by Helen Simonson</title><content type='html'>&lt;h4 class="heavyseriflbl sm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Reviewed by Peter Scowen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="articlecreditline"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/arts/books/article1543107.ece"&gt;Globe and Mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 class="heavyseriflbl sm" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="articlecreditline"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s funny all the different things people will take away from one good book. &lt;/h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/00602/pettigrew_jpg_602002gm-i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Major Pettigrew's Last Stand, by Helen Simonson, Bond Street Books/Doubleday Canada, 358 pages, $29.95" border="0" height="221" src="http://beta.images.theglobeandmail.com/archive/00602/pettigrew_jpg_602002gm-i.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had never heard of &lt;i&gt;Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand&lt;/i&gt; when it  landed on my desk, but its opening scene hooked me. Intrigued by the  force and originality of the writing, and still at my desk, I searched  the Internet for reviews and found them uniformly positive, but always  with the critic trying to deposit &lt;i&gt;Major Pettigrew &lt;/i&gt;into a different pigeonhole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One critic described the novel as an intelligent updating of “the  English village novel,” a genre known for its colourful stock characters  (the stuffy retired colonel, the wacky vicar, etc.) and picturesque  settings (cottages, hedgerows, sheep). Another placed it in a new, and  apparently growing, genre: “romance for wrinklies,” a reference to the  age of the title character and the woman he falls in love with. Another  reviewer, perhaps already wrinkly himself, simply called it a “romantic  comedy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="inlinerelation inlineimg clearfix cut"&gt;&lt;div class="articlephotoholder"&gt;&lt;div class="articlephotocaption" style="display: none; width: 123px;"&gt;Major Pettigrew's Last Stand, by Helen Simonson, Bond Street Books/Doubleday Canada, 358 pages, $29.95&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;None of these is incorrect, and in fact there is no question that the  author, Helen Simonson, who grew up in a small East Sussex town (but now  lives in the United States), is winking at the English village novel of  yore. But it still seems downright odd to try so determinedly to  pigeonhole, and thereby neuter, a generous-hearted novel about people of  real character struggling to overcome a vast array of benumbing  conventions: those of race, class and family; of the political  correctness that seems to be the modern world’s only answer to the sins  of past empires; and the particularly self-serving ethics espoused by  the Youtube generation.&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="articlecreditline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/arts/books/article1543107.ece"&gt; READ MORE.... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4 class="heavyseriflbl sm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="articlecreditline"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-4743480403436802964?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4743480403436802964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/major-pettigrews-last-stand-by-helen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4743480403436802964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4743480403436802964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/major-pettigrews-last-stand-by-helen.html' title='MAJOR PETTIGREW&apos;S LAST STAND by Helen Simonson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1717040779254645997</id><published>2010-12-05T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:58:54.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN FREE FALL by Juli Zeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;review by &lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/07/review-in-free-fall-by-juli-zeh.html"&gt;Material Witness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451cfba69e20133f2afa254970b-120wi" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451cfba69e20133f2afa254970b-120wi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The inside of the dust jacket of &lt;i&gt;In Free Fall&lt;/i&gt;,  contains a photograph of the author staring back at the reader through  piercing, ice blue eyes. Juli Zeh's&amp;nbsp;stance in the photo is challenging,  almost confrontational. It suggests the intellectual equivalent of the  old&amp;nbsp;football hooligan's chanted challenge. "Come and have a go if you  think you're smart enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photograph is perfect for a challenging novel. Was I smart  enough&amp;nbsp;for a novel focusing on&amp;nbsp;a mystery centred around the relationship  between&amp;nbsp;two quantum physicists,&amp;nbsp;one in which nothing is&amp;nbsp;ever quite as  it seems? Just about.&amp;nbsp;I think I was in control of the narrative about  85% of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the&amp;nbsp;freshness of Juli Zeh's voice and the refusal of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;In Free Fall&lt;/i&gt; - published elsewhere in the English-speaking world under the title &lt;i&gt;Dark Matter&lt;/i&gt; - &amp;nbsp;is the charm and power of a book that is unconventional.&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian and Oskar are physicists - the former teaching in  university in&amp;nbsp;Germany and settled into domestic life with wife and son,  the latter trying to uncover the secrets of the universe in Geneva.  More-than-friends in earlier days, the relationship between the two is  strained and increasingly abrasive. Oskar believes Sebastian has sold  out on his true calling and is essentially wasting his talents when he  could be working with his old friend on joining the list of immortal  physicists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian, who&amp;nbsp;carries his genius heavily,&amp;nbsp;has his equilbirum  disturbed by a monthly dinner with Oskar and his family, and is in a  troubled state by the time he drives his son Liam to scout camp. During  the journey a catastrophic event takes place that ruptures the lives of  all the characters.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/07/review-in-free-fall-by-juli-zeh.html"&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1717040779254645997?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1717040779254645997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-free-fall-by-juli-zeh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1717040779254645997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1717040779254645997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-free-fall-by-juli-zeh.html' title='IN FREE FALL by Juli Zeh'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6931868471228179126</id><published>2010-12-03T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T13:03:22.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STARTED EARLY, TOOK MY DOG by Kate Atkinson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;review by &lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/09/review-started-early-took-my-dog-by-kate-atkinson.html"&gt;Material Witness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RSub0VjLWU8/TKl1sHVAbdI/AAAAAAAABIg/oEbLHVlYTsc/s1600/started+early.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RSub0VjLWU8/TKl1sHVAbdI/AAAAAAAABIg/oEbLHVlYTsc/s200/started+early.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kate Atkinson writes prose of such simplicity and clarity that she  makes the process look as if it is ridiculously easy. And even&amp;nbsp;if  the&amp;nbsp;writing is&amp;nbsp;almost certainly not easy - although it might be&amp;nbsp;- the  reading is.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her words flow off the page like the nectar of the  Gods:&amp;nbsp;delicious, golden, life-giving. &amp;nbsp;Minutes and hours can pass  without notice in her company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I like her books? I love her books. If Kate Atkinson  wrote dishwasher manuals, I would read them. If Jackson Brodie, her  private detective, spent 100 pages tying his shoelaces or mowing the  lawn or reading a Kate Atkinson dishwasher manual, I would read it.&lt;br /&gt;Tied to the deceptively simple, fluent writing&amp;nbsp;are Atkinson's acute  and incisive observational skills and fresh view of the world which  allow her to bring new life to moribund and ordinary. These talents are  deployed with particular precision and impact&amp;nbsp;when describing human  emotions and behaviour, which makes her characters multi-dimensional and  fascinating and such compelling company on the page. Atkinson also has  the gift of timing, continually delivering just the right line at the  right moment. This is particularly true of Julia - Brodies' former lover  - who is a peripheral character in this book but acts as a sort of  commentator on Jackson's choices and actions, as he&amp;nbsp;remembers what she  might say at any particular juncture. (This is one of the attributes  that makes her books&amp;nbsp;so perfect for audio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this going for it, Started Early, Took My Dog - the fourth  book of the Jackson Brodie series - scarcely needs a plot, but Atkinson  provides one anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brodie is back in hs native Leeds, searching out a family history for  an adoptee who was moved to New Zealand by her new parents. Despite  working all available official channels, he cannot find a trace of Hope  McMaster's former life, and is forced to the conclusion that his  client's history is less straightfoward and probably less legal than she  believes.&lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/09/review-started-early-took-my-dog-by-kate-atkinson.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; READ MORE....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6931868471228179126?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6931868471228179126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/started-early-took-my-dog-by-kate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6931868471228179126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6931868471228179126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/started-early-took-my-dog-by-kate.html' title='STARTED EARLY, TOOK MY DOG by Kate Atkinson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RSub0VjLWU8/TKl1sHVAbdI/AAAAAAAABIg/oEbLHVlYTsc/s72-c/started+early.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3899131916400933219</id><published>2010-12-02T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:14:45.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROZEN MOMENT by Camilla Ceder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/08/review-frozen-moment-by-camilla-ceder.html"&gt;Material Witness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week, another Scandinavian crime fiction author. Another  strong, well-structured, terrifically readable novel and yet&amp;nbsp;another  strong, introspective leading man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451cfba69e20133f31a48c5970b-pi" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451cfba69e20133f31a48c5970b-pi" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Inevitably, &lt;a href="http://camillaceder.com/"&gt;Camilla Ceder's&lt;/a&gt; debut novel &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orionbooks.co.uk/books/frozen-moment-hardback"&gt;Frozen&amp;nbsp;Moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  has led&amp;nbsp;the marketing&amp;nbsp;department at publisher Weidenfeld &amp;amp;  Nicholson&amp;nbsp;to draw comparisons with the famous names of Nordic fiction.  "Move over Wallander", declares the back cover of the advance reader  copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good as this debut is - and it is very good, and full of promise  for what is set to be the beginning of a series featuring Swedish  detective Christian Tell - it's important to maintain a sense of  perspective. Ceder has a long way to go before she will earn a place in  the pantheon of Scandinavian crime fiction champions where Henning  Mankell, the late Stieg Larsson and a very select number of others - Jo  Nesbo perhaps - currently reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she shares with these notables, and others such as Camilla  Lackberg and KO Dahl, is a strong sense of place, excellent plotting and  credible characterisation. If anything defines the extraordinary and  apparently relentless rise of Scandinavian fiction, for me it is these  three qualities, and in particular the plotting. &lt;br /&gt;It would be easy to draw cheap stereotypical conclusions about  ordered minds and ordered societies producing writers with organized  minds who produce impeccably plotted and well executed novels. Cheap  maybe, but the more Scandinavian fiction I read the more I am drawn to  this idea. &lt;a href="http://materialwitness.typepad.com/material_witness/2010/08/review-frozen-moment-by-camilla-ceder.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3899131916400933219?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3899131916400933219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/frozen-moment-by-camilla-ceder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3899131916400933219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3899131916400933219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/12/frozen-moment-by-camilla-ceder.html' title='FROZEN MOMENT by Camilla Ceder'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7456934664450690982</id><published>2010-11-20T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T13:42:10.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SNOWMAN by Jo Nesbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/The_Snowman.html"&gt;Euro Crime &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;by &lt;b&gt;Maxine Clarke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/TSnowman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/TSnowman.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;THE  SNOWMAN is a complex, intellectually satisfying plot with many twists  and turns. I half-guessed what was behind one aspect of it, guessed  wrong on another, and failed completely to spot a third. Every time  events seemed to be explicable, something else happens to cause further  confusion - and these constant wrong turnings are so well dovetailed  together in such an exciting manner, as flaws in the logic of one  outcome lead directly to the next phase of the chase, that this book  really is impossible to put down. Not once, but time and again, we are  forced to re-think what we thought was true, as the author shows events  from a range of views and cleverly reveals just enough to stay several  steps ahead of the reader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;The  novel is superbly translated by Don Bartlett, who conveys the author's  naturalistic, humorous style - and perhaps most importantly, Nesbo's  sensitivity to the human condition, to fathers' relationships to their  children, and to the random cruelness of biology.  It's always hard to  point to flaws in a crime novel in case one gives away too much to those  who have not yet read it, but as usual with this author, I found the  main climax over-elaborate, and spotted one or two other slight  inconsistencies. I am also surprised that Harry remains so trusting of  people, both in his home and at work, given what's happened to him in  previous novels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;But  never mind - this book is fantastic. It really is a must-read, not least  putting to rest the unfair cliche that Scandinavian novels are all  about doom and gloom - but mainly it's just a brilliant police  procedural novel, whose plot and characterisation can't be beaten. Do  yourself a favour and read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7456934664450690982?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7456934664450690982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowman-by-jo-nesbo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7456934664450690982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7456934664450690982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/snowman-by-jo-nesbo.html' title='THE SNOWMAN by Jo Nesbo'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-504634680895979160</id><published>2010-11-14T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:34:54.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RED WOLF by Liza Marklund</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://bookblog.scandinavianbooks.com/red-wolf-by-liza-marklund/"&gt;Nordic Bookblog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span class="author vcard fn"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;abbr class="published" title="2010-08-06"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;abbr class="published" title="2010-08-06"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.borders.com.au/images/bau/97805521/9780552160919/180/0/plain/red-wolf-a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://images.borders.com.au/images/bau/97805521/9780552160919/180/0/plain/red-wolf-a.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Red Wolf&lt;/i&gt; is the fifth book in Swedish crime fiction writer  Liza Marklund’s series featuring reporter Annika Bengtzon. It is set in  the middle of a very cold spell during the Swedish winter. Annika is  still recovering from the traumas suffered in &lt;a href="http://www.scandinavianbooks.com/crime-book/swedish-author/liza-marklund.html" title="See review"&gt;The Bomber&lt;/a&gt;, and still struggles with anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she &lt;img alt="" border="0" class=" hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk hebcmmcmmjlgqamngulk" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=scandi-crime-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1451602065" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;has  arranged a meeting with a journalist up in the northern Swedish town of  Lulea about an old case of terrorism – a terrorist attack on a military  airport named F21 by a group that called themselves &lt;i&gt;The Beasts&lt;/i&gt;.  However, when she arrives in Lulea to meet him, she is told that the  journalist has been killed in a hit and run accident. It doesn’t take  Annika long to find out that he has been brutally murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annika Bengtzon, an experienced crime reporter, suspects that the murder  is linked to an attack against a nearby air base in the late sixties –  the case she came up there to talk about. She makes a few small findings  and starts to pursue them. And as more people are killed she uncovers  evidence that links the killings: A mass-murderer is one the loose in  Sweden. Seemingly one of the terrorists that were involved in the attack  on F21 – a man who has since fled to France, and who is a known  assassin – has now returned to Sweden and is behind the brutal murders.  He was the leader of &lt;i&gt;The Beasts&lt;/i&gt; and used to be code-named Dragon.&lt;abbr class="published" title="2010-08-06"&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt; &lt;a href="http://bookblog.scandinavianbooks.com/red-wolf-by-liza-marklund/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-504634680895979160?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/504634680895979160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-wolf-by-liza-marklund.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/504634680895979160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/504634680895979160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-wolf-by-liza-marklund.html' title='RED WOLF by Liza Marklund'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-4304374619174700619</id><published>2010-11-12T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:01:20.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare's sonnets by Don Paterson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/16/shakespeare-sonnets-don-paterson"&gt;guardian.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare's sonnets are synonymous with courtly romance, but in fact  many are about something quite different. Some are intense expressions  of gay desire, others testaments to misogyny. Wary of academic  criticism, Don Paterson tries to get back to what the poet was actually  saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;figure&gt;        &lt;img alt="William Shakespeare" height="276" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Admin/BkFill/Default_image_group/2010/10/15/1287135515253/William-Shakespeare-006.jpg" width="460" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;          &lt;figcaption&gt;Detail of a painting of Shakespeare, claimed in  2009 to be the only authentic image made during his life, dating from  about 1610 – but since questioned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;figure&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;             &lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with reading Shakespeare's sonnets is the sonnets  themselves, by which I mean their reputation. Much in the same way as  it's almost impossible to see the &lt;em&gt;Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt; as anything but a parody of itself, or hear Satie's &lt;em&gt;Trois Gymnopedies &lt;/em&gt;without  the feeling that someone's trying to sell you something – a bar of  chocolate perhaps – it's initially hard to get close to the sonnets,  locked as they are in the carapace of their own proverbialism. "A  Shakespeare sonnet" is almost as much a synonym for "love poem" as "Mona  Lisa" is for "beautiful woman". When something becomes proverbial, it  almost disappears; and worse, we're allowed to think we know it when we  really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sonnets are close to being one such cultural cipher. If  you'd asked me a year ago, I'd have been breezily confident that I knew a  fair number of them reasonably well, and had a few by heart. Then there  was the literary dinner party. A hideously exposed bluff prompted me to  re-examine my avowed familiarity. (Lesson: only bluff at parties where  you can immediately walk to another, darker, part of the room – so  you're not obliged to remain in your seat, blushing through the cheese  course.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I wasn't alone. Twain's definition of the  classic, "something that everybody wants to have read and nobody wants  to read" is well known, but I might also add, less memorably, that a  classic is a book you can safely avoid reading, because no one else will  admit they haven't either. &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/16/shakespeare-sonnets-don-paterson"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-4304374619174700619?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4304374619174700619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/shakespeares-sonnets-by-don-paterson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4304374619174700619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4304374619174700619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/shakespeares-sonnets-by-don-paterson.html' title='Shakespeare&apos;s sonnets by Don Paterson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3986205384423692835</id><published>2010-11-09T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:36:50.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steal These Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/20/books/review/Rabb-t.html?_r=3&amp;amp;ref=books"&gt;NYTimes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_141473674"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_141473675"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="byline"&gt;By &lt;b&gt;MARGO RABB&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="timestamp"&gt;Published: December 16, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="timestamp"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like many teenagers, I went through a brief shoplifting phase,  pilfering a Maybelline Kissing Potion, a pack of Adams Sour Apple Gum  and, as my final heist, a Toffifay candy bar. But I never would’ve  considered stealing a book. Books, I believed, were sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="inlineLeft" id="articleInline"&gt;&lt;div id="inlineBox"&gt;&lt;div class="image"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="enlargeThis"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="caption"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="sidebarArticles"&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4998730451418645952&amp;amp;postID=3986205384423692835" name="secondParagraph"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Apparently, not everyone shares this idea. With the recession,  shoplifting is on the rise, according to booksellers. At BookPeople in  Austin, Tex., the rate of theft has increased to approximately one book  per hour. I asked Steve Bercu, BookPeople’s owner, what the most  frequently stolen title was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Bible,” he said, without pausing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently  the thieves have not yet read the “Thou shalt not steal” part — or  maybe they believe that Bibles don’t need to be paid for. “Some people  think the word of God should be free,” Bercu said. As it turns out,  Bibles are snatched even at the Parable Christian Store in Springfield,  Ore., the manager told me, despite the fact that if a person asks for a  Bible, they’ll be given a copy without charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/12/20/books/review/Rabb-t_CA0/articleInline.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2009/12/20/books/review/Rabb-t_CA0/articleInline.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But this holiday  season, the Good Book is hardly the only title in danger of being  filched. At independent bookstores, thieves are as likely to be taking  orders from Abbie Hoffman’s “Steal This Book” as from Exodus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiction is the most commonly poached genre at St. Mark’s Bookshop in  the East Village of Manhattan; the titles that continually disappear are  moved to the X-Case, safely ensconced behind the counter. This library  of temptation includes books by &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/a/martin_amis/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Martin Amis."&gt;Martin Amis&lt;/a&gt;, Charles Bukowski, &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/b/william_s_burroughs/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about William S. Burroughs."&gt;William S. Burroughs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/c/raymond_carver/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Raymond Carver."&gt;Raymond Carver&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/d/don_delillo/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Don DeLillo."&gt;Don DeLillo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/k/jack_kerouac/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Jack Kerouac."&gt;Jack Kerouac&lt;/a&gt;,  among others. Sometimes the staff isn’t sure whether an author is still  popular to swipe until they return their books to the main floor. “Amis  went out and came right back,” Michael Russo, the manager, told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At  BookPeople in Austin, titles displayed with staff recommendation cards  are a darling among thieves. “It’s so bad lately that I feel like our  staff recommendation cards should read: ‘BookPeople Bookseller  recommends that you steal ________.’ Apparently the criminal element in  Austin shares our literary tastes, or are very prone to suggestion,”  Elizabeth Jordan, the head book buyer, wrote in an e-mail message.&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/20/books/review/Rabb-t.html?_r=3&amp;amp;ref=books"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; READ MORE..... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3986205384423692835?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3986205384423692835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/steal-these-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3986205384423692835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3986205384423692835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/steal-these-books.html' title='Steal These Books'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-8027018792260010635</id><published>2010-11-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T12:04:49.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international crime fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arnaldur indrisdason'/><title type='text'>HYPOTHERMIA by Arnaldur Indrisdason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="clear: right; float: right; font-size: small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;published in Canada by Random House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;review&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4998730451418645952&amp;amp;postID=8027018792260010635" name="Top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=4998730451418645952&amp;amp;postID=8027018792260010635" name="Top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;axine Clarke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/Hypothermia.html"&gt;Euro Crime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/Hypothermia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/Hypothermia.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HYPOTHERMIA&lt;/b&gt;  is among the very best of the books I've read this year. It's the sixth  of the author's Erlendur series to be translated into English; it is  truly a mature, masterful and utterly fantastic book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;It's  a story stripped bare to the bone. A young woman, Maria, commits  suicide at her holiday cottage on the shores of Lake Thingvellier. About  30 years ago, Maria's father Magnus fell from his boat and drowned in  the same lake. Ever since then, Maria has been extremely close to her  mother, Leonora, still living with her even after graduating from  university and her marriage to a doctor named Baldvin, who moved in with  the two women after his wedding to Maria. Leonora died of cancer two  years before the book opens, during which time Maria gave up her job to  nurse her mother, constantly at her side. Everyone assumes that part of  the reason for Maria's suicide was her inconsolable loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/Hypothermia.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;READ MORE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="12"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="12"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-8027018792260010635?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/8027018792260010635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/hypothermia-by-arnaldur-indrisdason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8027018792260010635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/8027018792260010635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/hypothermia-by-arnaldur-indrisdason.html' title='HYPOTHERMIA by Arnaldur Indrisdason'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7786561952294505385</id><published>2010-11-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T11:39:01.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inuit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nick lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arctic'/><title type='text'>THE SECRET MINISTRY OF FROST by Nick Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;review by &lt;a href="http://www.thebookbag.co.uk/reviews/index.php?title=The_Secret_Ministry_of_Frost_by_Nick_Lake"&gt;The Bookbag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzndG32vios6C0Y3K_2A5jXreHiDjzE4gJe72a634pIq9rk3k&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__MwhJf2dtz6gQ3bM3YgywL-VdOj4=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzndG32vios6C0Y3K_2A5jXreHiDjzE4gJe72a634pIq9rk3k&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__MwhJf2dtz6gQ3bM3YgywL-VdOj4=" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Albino, unusually-named, half-Inuit, half-Irish and owner of an  enormous estate, nobody could call Light a run-of-the-mill child. But  things are about to get considerably more unusual for this  newly-orphaned girl. With a father mysteriously missing in the Arctic  for long enough to be declared dead and a funeral to organise, you would  think she had enough on her plate. But within days, she's been followed  by a mysterious man, attacked by a rogue bird of prey in her own  garden, survived a kidnap attempt by men with cat's eyes, rescued by  another man with the head of a shark, and entered into a death-pact with  a shadow that's two hundred years old. And that's not to mention an old  family retainer who appears to know more than he's letting on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Time for a trip to the Arctic to face the evil Frost and find her father, then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebookbag.co.uk/reviews/index.php?title=The_Secret_Ministry_of_Frost_by_Nick_Lake"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE.... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7786561952294505385?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7786561952294505385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-ministry-of-frost-by-nick-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7786561952294505385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7786561952294505385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/11/secret-ministry-of-frost-by-nick-lake.html' title='THE SECRET MINISTRY OF FROST by Nick Lake'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-9103214537342996631</id><published>2010-10-31T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T21:13:24.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novelist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert j. wiersema'/><title type='text'>BEDTIME STORY by Robert J. Wiersema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Publisher's notes from &lt;a href="http://randomhouse.cahttp//www.randomhouse.ca/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780307374301&amp;amp;view=print"&gt;randomhouse.ca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.ca/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780307374301&amp;amp;height=150" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.randomhouse.ca/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780307374301&amp;amp;height=150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following his bestselling 2006 debut, &lt;b&gt;Before I Wake&lt;/b&gt;, Wiersema returns to his exquisitely plotted blend of supernatural thriller and domestic drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novelist  Christopher Knox began his writing career with a bang. The echo of that  success still rings in his ears as he sets to work every morning on his  second novel, ten years later. His wife feels like a single parent, and  with Chris living in exile in a studio above their garage, it won't be  long before she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris discovers a fantasy novel by an obscure  author he loved as a child and gives it to his son, David. Father reads  to son nightly, and To the Four Directions soon enthralls him. Until  one night, when young David is reading alone, an inexplicable seizure  leaves him in a mysterious state of unconsciousness. As his seizure  recurs every night, his father learns that only one thing will calm it, a  bedtime story from his strange new book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced that the  secret of David's collapse is within its pages, Chris traverses the  continent in search of the truth. Meanwhile, David wakes up within the  story he has been reading, and as his father struggles to free him David  struggles to survive, facing perils unimaginable in a world created to  capture the hearts and souls of children like him. Both father and son  are headed toward a fateful collision of worlds, and a showdown with  ancient evils, both fictional and very real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-9103214537342996631?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/9103214537342996631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime-story-by-robert-j-wiersema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/9103214537342996631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/9103214537342996631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/bedtime-story-by-robert-j-wiersema.html' title='BEDTIME STORY by Robert J. Wiersema'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7679105289248831036</id><published>2010-10-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:18:02.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew o&apos;hagan'/><title type='text'>E-books: an up side you may not have considered</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01678/o_hagan_1678418d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/01678/o_hagan_1678418d.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a &lt;i&gt;Globe and Mail&lt;/i&gt; interview conducted at the Vancouver International Writers and Readers Festival, author Andrew O'Hagan makes the following observation about e-reading: "Oh, I love e-books. Good writing will sing off the screen and off the page just the same. On the other hand, there's one serious disadvantage to e-books that nobody has considered. What are the book-burners going to do? I'm from Scotland via Ireland, places where people have a history of burning books -- and Germany is a near neighbour, and Iraq's never off the telly. E-books may prove to be a serious challenge to the unenlightened. On the up side, nobody will be burning books."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7679105289248831036?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7679105289248831036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-books-up-side-you-may-not-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7679105289248831036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7679105289248831036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-books-up-side-you-may-not-have.html' title='E-books: an up side you may not have considered'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7750111345719685932</id><published>2010-10-25T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:05:49.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><title type='text'>Göran Lindberg and Sweden's dark side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;from the &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/aug/01/goran-lindberg-sweden-crime-palme"&gt;guardian.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The  Sweden of Henning Mankell and Stieg Larsson - all shadowy rightwing  conspiracies and prostitution rings – might not be so far from the truth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;by Andrew Anthony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="article-attributes" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div id="article-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;figure style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;        &lt;img alt="Goran-Lindberg-police-Sweden" height="192" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Observer/Pix/pictures/2010/7/30/1280516711792/Goran-Lindberg-police-Swe-006.jpg" width="320" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;          &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;&lt;b&gt;Retired Swedish police chief Göran Lindberg, who  was jailed last week for rape and assault.&lt;/b&gt; Photograph: Rolf  Hamilton/Scanpix/Press Association Images&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="article-wrapper"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="article-wrapper"&gt;&lt;figure&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;              If there was ever a real-life policeman who came close in  progressive Swedish affections to Kurt Wallander, the bestselling  creation of &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/henning-mankell" title="More from guardian.co.uk on Henning Mankell"&gt;Henning Mankell&lt;/a&gt;,  it would probably be Göran Lindberg, chief of police of Uppsala, the city north of Stockholm that is home to Sweden's  most prestigious university. Although he lacked Wallander's humility  and reticence, Lindberg was concerned, like Wallander, with the  marginalised and neglected in Swedish society. He was the sponsor of a  sanctuary for abused juveniles, for example, and was at the forefront of  the campaign to institute a more sympathetic response to rape victims&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;figure&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;.  &lt;figure&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;figure&gt;&lt;figcaption&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/aug/01/goran-lindberg-sweden-crime-palme"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;READ MORE.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/figcaption&gt;&lt;/figure&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7750111345719685932?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7750111345719685932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/goran-lindberg-and-swedens-dark-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7750111345719685932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7750111345719685932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/goran-lindberg-and-swedens-dark-side.html' title='Göran Lindberg and Sweden&apos;s dark side'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3155369228564204119</id><published>2010-10-24T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T11:48:46.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amish fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patrick ness'/><title type='text'>THE KNIFE OF NEVER LETTING GO by Patrick Ness</title><content type='html'>I thought it was really, really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;review taken from &lt;a href="http://somenovelideas.typepad.com/some-novel-ideas/2010/05/the-chaos-walking-series-must-reads-for-our-millenium.html"&gt;Some Novel Ideas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://somenovelideas.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5f26692970b01348097dfa1970c-320wi" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://somenovelideas.typepad.com/.a/6a0120a5f26692970b01348097dfa1970c-320wi" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Knife of Never Letting Go&lt;/i&gt; is narrated by Todd Hewitt, a boy  living in a town of men and Noise. A war with the planet natives left  all of the women dead and spread a germ through the male population that  makes every thought audible (the Noise). The town, Prentisstown, named  by Mayor Prentiss after himself, is populated by mostly miserable men,  with a few sadists thrown in, and the Noise makes for a chaotic overload  of information that no one can escape. Todd is fairly miserable, too,  since he hasn't reached manhood yet, he is ignored by most of the men,  and there's no escaping the Noise, no matter where he goes.&amp;nbsp; That is  until Todd and his dog, Manchee, find a hole in the Noise.&amp;nbsp; This  discovery opens a Pandora's Box of secrets about Todd's world, secrets  the men of Prentisstown have worked for years to lock up. With a target  on his back and his every thought available to others through his Noise,  Todd runs from Prentisstown with Manchee, only to be pursued by a  relentless army across the landscape of his planet.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The characters Ness creates in &lt;i&gt;The Knife of Never Letting Go&lt;/i&gt;  are vivid, sharp, terrifying, and terrified.&amp;nbsp; Todd is a frightened boy  whose poignancy is as palpable as his Noise is audible, and Ness manages  to make Manchee into the most truthful dog-character I've ever  encountered.&amp;nbsp; The preacher/madman Aaron who hunts them is monstrous and  wretched.&amp;nbsp; And Ness somehow manages to make the Noise into a sort of  character itself, one which reveals and betrays without sentimentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Todd's flight is also his journey into manhood, and Ness makes that  odyssey at once tense and humorous, epic and human.&amp;nbsp; Through Todd, Ness  poses some thoughtful questions about manhood: When does a boy become a  man?&amp;nbsp; Are there rites of passage through which a boy must go in order to  be considered a man?&amp;nbsp; And what are the characteristics of a man?&amp;nbsp; In  addition to the questions about manhood, Ness addresses the idea of  privacy and individuality.&amp;nbsp; How can one realize his individuality  without the privilege of privacy? What does it mean to be an  individual?&amp;nbsp; Can a person really have an individual identity in our  world when we have lost so much of what was private to us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3155369228564204119?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3155369228564204119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/chaos-walking-series-by-patrick-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3155369228564204119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3155369228564204119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/chaos-walking-series-by-patrick-ness.html' title='THE KNIFE OF NEVER LETTING GO by Patrick Ness'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-7625184028714734954</id><published>2010-10-23T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T10:25:00.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vocabulary'/><title type='text'>Untranslatable Words from Around the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from &lt;a href="http://matadornetwork.comhttp//matadornetwork.com/abroad/20-awesomely-untranslatable-words-from-around-the-world/"&gt;matadornetwork.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;h2 id="post-5332"&gt;20 Awesomely Untranslatable Words from Around the World&lt;span class="date"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 id="post-5332"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Written by &lt;a href="http://matadornetwork.com/author/jason-wire/" title="Posts by Jason Wire"&gt;Jason Wire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://matadornetwork.cachefly.net/matadorabroad.com/docs///wp-content/images/posts/20101009-flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://matadornetwork.cachefly.net/matadorabroad.com/docs///wp-content/images/posts/20101009-flower.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="socialbadge clearfix" style="margin-left: 20px;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="captionfull"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Photo: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/96556635@N00/461983181/" target="_blank"&gt;laogooli&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="subtitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least 250,000 words in the English  language.  However, to think that English – or any language – could hold  enough expression to convey the entirety of the human experience is as  arrogant of an assumption as it is naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here are a few examples of instances where other languages have found the right word and English simply falls speechless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Toska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Russian&lt;/i&gt; – &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=l00OTAOKbesC&amp;amp;pg=PA141&amp;amp;lpg=PA141&amp;amp;dq=No+single+word+in+English+renders+all+the+shades+of+toska.+At+its+deepest+and+most+painful,+it+is+a+sensation+of+great+spiritual+anguish,+often+without+any+specific+cause.+At+less+morbid+levels+it+is+a+dull+ache+of+the+soul,+a+longing+with+nothing+to+long+for,+a+sick+pining,+a+vague+restlessness,+mental+throes,+yearning.+In+particular+cases+it+may+be+the+desire+for+somebody+of+something+specific,+nostalgia,+love-sickness.+At+the+lowest+level+it+grades+into+ennui,+boredom.%22&amp;amp;source=bl&amp;amp;ots=Bz1Cxj_ib5&amp;amp;sig=owd0Mk547v8iG2EElgyp1Eotlh8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;ei=ZN61TOjCDMH38AbJ48GWDA&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=book_result&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;resnum=3&amp;amp;ved=0CBkQ6AEwAg#v=onepage&amp;amp;q=No%20single%20word%20in%20English%20renders%20all%20the%20shades%20of%20toska.%20At%20its%20deepest%20and%20most%20painful%2C%20it%20is%20a%20sensation%20of%20great%20spiritual%20anguish%2C%20often%20without%20any%20specific%20cause.%20At%20less%20morbid%20levels%20it%20is%20a%20dull%20ache%20of%20the%20soul%2C%20a%20longing%20with%20nothing%20to%20long%20for%2C%20a%20sick%20pining%2C%20a%20vague%20restlessness%2C%20mental%20throes%2C%20yearning.%20In%20particular%20cases%20it%20may%20be%20the%20desire%20for%20somebody%20of%20something%20specific%2C%20nostalgia%2C%20love-sickness.%20At%20the%20lowest%20level%20it%20grades%20into%20ennui%2C%20boredom.%22&amp;amp;f=false" target="_blank"&gt;Vladmir Nabokov&lt;/a&gt;  describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of  toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great  spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid  levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long  for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In  particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something  specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into  ennui, boredom.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Mamihlapinatapei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yagan&lt;/i&gt; (indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego) – “the  wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to  initiate something but are both reluctant to start” (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Jayus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indonesian&lt;/i&gt; – “A joke so poorly told and so unfunny that one cannot help but laugh” (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Iktsuarpok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Inuit&lt;/i&gt; – “To go outside to check if anyone is coming.” (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Litost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Czech&lt;/i&gt; – Milan Kundera, author of &lt;i&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;/i&gt;,  remarked that “As for the meaning of this word, I have looked in vain  in other languages for an equivalent, though I find it difficult to  imagine how anyone can understand the human soul without it.”  The  closest definition is a state of agony and torment created by the sudden  sight of one’s own misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;6. Kyoikumama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Japanese&lt;/i&gt; – “A mother who relentlessly pushes her children toward academic achievement” (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;7. Tartle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Scottish&lt;/i&gt; – The act of hestitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name. (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;8. Ilunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tshiluba&lt;/i&gt; (Southwest Congo) – A word famous for its  untranslatability, most professional translators pinpoint it as the  stature of a person “who is ready to forgive and forget any first abuse,  tolerate it the second time, but never forgive nor tolerate on the  third offense.” (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;9. Prozvonit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Czech&lt;/i&gt; – This word means to call a mobile phone and let it  ring once so that the other person will call back, saving the first  caller money.  In Spanish, the phrase for this is “&lt;i&gt;Dar un toque&lt;/i&gt;,” or, “To give a touch.” (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;10. Cafuné&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brazilian Portuguese&lt;/i&gt; – “The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.” (&lt;a href="http://www.altalang.com/beyond-words/2008/10/12/ten-most-difficult-words-to-translate/" target="_blank"&gt;Altalang.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://matadornetwork.com/abroad/20-awesomely-untranslatable-words-from-around-the-world/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-7625184028714734954?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/7625184028714734954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/untranslatable-words-from-around-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7625184028714734954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/7625184028714734954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/untranslatable-words-from-around-world.html' title='Untranslatable Words from Around the World'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-6793794406119565700</id><published>2010-10-21T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:15:10.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Penny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quebec'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eastern townships'/><title type='text'>BURY YOUR DEAD by Louise Penny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.louisepenny.com/graphics/BYDcover_sidelrg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.louisepenny.com/graphics/BYDcover_sidelrg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sixth Gamache mystery is set partly in the tiny fictional (and oddly murderous) village of Three Pines, in Quebec’s Eastern Townships. But most of the action takes place in Quebec City. A vibrant, sophisticated fortress city, which lives in the present but guards its past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that’s the other location of this novel. The past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's February and bitterly cold in Quebec City. But Chief Inspector Gamache barely notices. He's nearly consumed with grief and guilt over a police action he led - and the mistakes he made. He spends his time with his now-retired mentor, and in the peaceful library of the Literary and Historical Society. A bastien of the dwindling English population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if Gamache thought death was finished with him, he was wrong. The body of a celebrated eccentric is found in the Lit and His, and Gamache is drawn again into hunting a murderer. The victim is an amateur archeologist who was monomaniacal in his pursuit. He had spent his life trying to find the body of Samuel de Champlain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the great mystery that has haunted Quebec for centuries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Champlain? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founder of Quebec died 400 years ago. And while the burial places of nuns and farmers and minor functionaries of the time are known, no one knows what became of the Father of Quebec. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Chief Inspector Gamache digs through the crime and the venerable old city it becomes clear the murder is rooted in this 400 year old mystery, and in people long dead. But perhaps not buried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also becomes clear to the Chief Inspector that to find the truth he needs to confront his own ghosts, and bury his own dead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Publishers                                  Weekly starred review says:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;                                 "Few writers in any genre can match Penny's                                  ability to combine heartbreak and hope..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-6793794406119565700?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/6793794406119565700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/bury-your-dead-by-louise-penny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6793794406119565700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/6793794406119565700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/bury-your-dead-by-louise-penny.html' title='BURY YOUR DEAD by Louise Penny'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-3474320114514204901</id><published>2010-10-20T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:15:20.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banned books'/><title type='text'>Quiz: Banned Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://guardian.co.ukhttp//www.guardian.co.uk/books/quiz/2008/sep/26/banned.books.quiz"&gt;guardian.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banned books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;Find out what books censors have sat on with this quiz from the &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books"&gt;Guardian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2008/09/26/censor460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2008/09/26/censor460.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/quiz/2008/sep/26/banned.books.quiz"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-3474320114514204901?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/3474320114514204901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/quiz-banned-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3474320114514204901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/3474320114514204901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/quiz-banned-books.html' title='Quiz: Banned Books'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1734137662620945298</id><published>2010-10-18T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T20:45:16.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71573_483469204313_698554313_6798723_86767_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs442.ash2/71573_483469204313_698554313_6798723_86767_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1734137662620945298?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1734137662620945298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1734137662620945298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1734137662620945298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5070643234268615459</id><published>2010-10-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:47:10.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hughes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sylvia'/><title type='text'>On Ted Hughes' 'Last Letter' to Sylvia Plath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;written by Al Alvarez, taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_2147408471"&gt;guardian.co.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/11/ted-hughes-last-letter-sylvia-plath"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="content"&gt;&lt;div id="main-article-info"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Critic and friend of both Plath and Hughes, Al Alvarez ponders the rather 'uncooked' poem published for the first time last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul class="article-attributes"&gt;&lt;li class="publication"&gt;            &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/"&gt;guardian.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;,                                       Monday 11 October 2010 13.24 BST                           &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div id="article-wrapper"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath" height="276" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Books/Pix/pictures/2010/10/11/1286799771998/Ted-Hughes-and-Sylvia-Pla-006.jpg" width="460" /&gt;"Last Letter", found by Melvyn Bragg in the British Library with the help of Hughes's widow Carol, and &lt;a href="http://www.newstatesman.com/blogs/cultural-capital/2010/10/hughes-poem-poet-publish" title=""&gt;published for the first time in the New Statesman&lt;/a&gt;  this week, is more a document than a poem. I can see why Hughes spent  so long rewriting it (there are at least three unfinished versions in  the archive, apparently) and then deciding it still wasn't really ready  for publication. To me it has a slightly uncooked air, though of course  he was a wonderful poet and there are some great passages in it. What is  interesting for us now is that it does go part-way to solving the  mystery of what happened on the weekend before &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/sylviaplath" title="More from guardian.co.uk on Sylvia Plath"&gt;Sylvia Plath&lt;/a&gt; died. (She was found dead around midday on Monday 11 February 1963.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According  to the narrative of the poem, Plath wrote Hughes some kind of suicide  note, or a note hinting at the possibility of suicide, on the Friday,  and by some perverse miracle of the Royal Mail it arrived too early: she  posted it in the morning and he received it in the afternoon post. So  he got the message before she intended him to. As the poem tells us, he  went round to her home, having read the letter, which she then burnt in  an ashtray "with a strange smile".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then happened,  according to the poem, is that the worst of all the possible jealous  fantasies that were torturing Sylvia at that time (when I last saw her,  on the Christmas Eve before her death, she was in terrible shape) were  fulfilled: the poem says he spent the weekend with a girl called Susan  (whom Bragg identifies as the poet Susan Alliston), with whom Hughes was  having an affair. He took her to rooms in Rugby Street, in London,  where he and Plath had celebrated their wedding night. He then spent the  weekend with Susan, in the same bed he had shared with Sylvia.  Meanwhile, he imagines Plath calling him repeatedly at his flat and  getting no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, the poem is a  confession: he is a guy in the witness box pleading guilty. It's very  strong stuff, but it ain't finished. And I suppose it is one of those  documents that will now be pored over up by a host of biographers. What  is certain is that Hughes spent the rest of his life tormented by what  had happened, which is probably why the poem was never published in his  lifetime. Unlike, say, John Donne's equally tormented but beautifully  modulated "A Nocturnal Upon St Lucy's Day", Hughes must have decided  that "Last Letter" was not balanced enough to be printed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5070643234268615459?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5070643234268615459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-ted-hughes-last-letter-to-sylvia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5070643234268615459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5070643234268615459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-ted-hughes-last-letter-to-sylvia.html' title='On Ted Hughes&apos; &apos;Last Letter&apos; to Sylvia Plath'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5367249849327336583</id><published>2010-10-14T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:37:12.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Dirt! 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The Movie - Official Trailer'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1574047500887370458</id><published>2010-10-13T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T13:26:20.042-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='international crime fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lee child'/><title type='text'>61 HOURS by Lee Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCbBowtABfS7QZnZSwmJheL8LObV98twcXwHR2rcIoDwM8juA&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__3IyEbSSoXYM3IzK5-IUIeys04hI=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQCbBowtABfS7QZnZSwmJheL8LObV98twcXwHR2rcIoDwM8juA&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__3IyEbSSoXYM3IzK5-IUIeys04hI=" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The household got right back into its settled routine. Peterson left,  and the two day watch women went up to bed. Janet Salter showed Reacher  to the front upstairs room with the window over the porch roof. In  principle the most vulnerable, but he wasn't worried. Sheer rage would  overcome any theoretical tactical disadvantage. He hated to be woken in  the night. An intruder came through that window, he would go straight  back out like a spear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five to two in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-six hours to go. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1574047500887370458?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1574047500887370458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/61-hours-by-lee-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1574047500887370458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1574047500887370458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/61-hours-by-lee-child.html' title='61 HOURS by Lee Child'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5906341889060511971</id><published>2010-10-12T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:27:35.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david sedaris'/><title type='text'>David Sedaris talks to Hadley Freeman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/11/david-sedaris-interview-hadley-freeman"&gt;guardian.uk&lt;/a&gt; by Hadley Freeman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="article-header" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Admin/BkFill/Default_image_group/2010/10/7/1286451508756/David-Sedaris-006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="David Sedaris" border="0" height="192" src="http://static.guim.co.uk/sys-images/Admin/BkFill/Default_image_group/2010/10/7/1286451508756/David-Sedaris-006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="main-article-info"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;A life in writing: David Sedaris&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="stand-first-alone" id="stand-first"&gt;'Someone suggested  that my new book is bedtime stories for children who drink'. The  humorist David Sedaris talks to Hadley Freeman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man routinely described as the best living humorist in America, &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/david-sedaris" title="More from guardian.co.uk on David Sedaris"&gt;David Sedaris&lt;/a&gt;,  was recently enjoying a plate of marinated salmon over greens while  signing books in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois when a fan decided he wanted  more than the writer's autograph. So he reached over and grabbed a  handful of food off the Sedaris plate. Understandably, Sedaris was not  best pleased. In fact, he was downright annoyed, which is not a common  reaction from a writer who tends to regard the world in general with  wide-eyed affection and his readers in particular with real fondness ("I  always think it's a good policy to like the people who like you," he  says with an almost straight face). It wasn't the hygiene issue that  bugged him. It wasn't even the loss of the food, although he was a  little upset about that ("I'd been looking forward to that salmon!") –  it was the fact that the man was trying to cheat. &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/11/david-sedaris-interview-hadley-freeman"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5906341889060511971?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5906341889060511971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/david-sedaris-talks-to-hadley-freeman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5906341889060511971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5906341889060511971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/david-sedaris-talks-to-hadley-freeman.html' title='David Sedaris talks to Hadley Freeman'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5979668026936208750</id><published>2010-10-06T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:16:29.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maurice sendak'/><title type='text'>Maurice Sendak</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.alma.se/upload/alma/pristagare/2003/maurice_sendak_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.alma.se/upload/alma/pristagare/2003/maurice_sendak_big.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Age is a form of kindness we do to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;- Maurice Sendak&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5979668026936208750?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5979668026936208750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/age-is-form-of-kindness-we-do-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5979668026936208750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5979668026936208750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/age-is-form-of-kindness-we-do-to.html' title='Maurice Sendak'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1754634336707250473</id><published>2010-10-03T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:42:36.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='james church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspector o'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='korea'/><title type='text'>THE MAN WITH THE BALTIC STARE by James Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.us.macmillan.com/jackets/258H/9780312372927.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://media.us.macmillan.com/jackets/258H/9780312372927.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The latest in the Inspector O series is here! And once again we are  caught in the North Korean bureaucracy and twisted by multi-government  plots, this time a combined effort to unite North and South Korea.  Maybe. Inspector O figures it out. Sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1754634336707250473?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1754634336707250473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/man-with-baltic-stare-by-james-church.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1754634336707250473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1754634336707250473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/10/man-with-baltic-stare-by-james-church.html' title='THE MAN WITH THE BALTIC STARE by James Church'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-5365188588839578022</id><published>2010-09-29T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T16:52:10.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TENDERNESS OF WOLVES by Stef Penney</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUFis8QUeCo/SHlpYwyPn_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k8K2LZaMC90/s400/Tenderness+of+Wolves.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUFis8QUeCo/SHlpYwyPn_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k8K2LZaMC90/s200/Tenderness+of+Wolves.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This book has been getting great reviews for awhile , and I have put  off reading it for some reason. Well, I have read it now and there is  no reason not to. I can recommend it to anyone who wants a good story,  especially a good story set in Northern Canada, a good story that will  inform you and stay with you and remind you of your own courage and  fortitude.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;review by Nicolas Lezard from &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/mar/03/featuresreviews.guardianreview25"&gt;The Guardian UK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some eyebrows were raised when it was announced that Stef Penney had  won the Costa (previously Whitbread) first novel award: although it is  set in Canada, she had done all the research for her novel in the  British Library and, being agoraphobic, had not set foot in Canada at  all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this doesn't seem to be a problem. The novel is set in  1867, about a century before her birth, and how she's going to get back  to that time without a time machine escapes me. Besides, it is not  necessary to visit the location of one's novels; Saul Bellow didn't go  to Africa before writing Henderson the Rain King; nor, for that matter,  did Julie Burchill visit Prague to write No Exit. Actually, you can  easily tell, for slightly differing reasons, that neither author visited  the scenes they wrote about. But Penney's evocation of the frozen lands  of northern Canada couldn't ring truer if she'd spent months wandering  through the land with nothing but a pack of huskies and a native tracker  for company. (If there is a possibility that the judges' decision was  in some way skewed, one might more usefully look at the way that coffee  figures repeatedly in the novel.) &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/mar/03/featuresreviews.guardianreview25"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ MORE....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-5365188588839578022?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/5365188588839578022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenderness-of-wolves-by-stef-penney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5365188588839578022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/5365188588839578022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/tenderness-of-wolves-by-stef-penney.html' title='THE TENDERNESS OF WOLVES by Stef Penney'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FUFis8QUeCo/SHlpYwyPn_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k8K2LZaMC90/s72-c/Tenderness+of+Wolves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-1549570208086993862</id><published>2010-09-27T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:26:31.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shamans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mongolia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ourselves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rupert isaacson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fathers'/><title type='text'>THE HORSE BOY by Rupert Isaacson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hoofprints.com/images/horseboy-book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.hoofprints.com/images/horseboy-book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone should read The Horse Boy by Rupert Isaacson. It's about a horses  and an autistic boy. Its about fathers and sons, fathers and mothers,  parenting and love, parenting and unmitigated frustration, family and  strangers. It's about shamans in all sorts of places. It's about  Mongolia and that part alone makes it a good read. It makes you cry and wish you were there. It's about our lives and our communities, our  children and ourselves. Please read it, even if you have seen the  movie.&amp;nbsp; It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-1549570208086993862?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/1549570208086993862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/horse-boy-by-rupert-isaacson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1549570208086993862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/1549570208086993862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/horse-boy-by-rupert-isaacson.html' title='THE HORSE BOY by Rupert Isaacson'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4998730451418645952.post-4781913982624269651</id><published>2010-09-21T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T18:49:50.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulbs are in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greengold.com.au/greengold/CARENOTES/CARENOTES/bulbs1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.greengold.com.au/greengold/CARENOTES/CARENOTES/bulbs1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4998730451418645952-4781913982624269651?l=jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/feeds/4781913982624269651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/bulbs-are-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4781913982624269651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4998730451418645952/posts/default/4781913982624269651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenniesbookgarden.blogspot.com/2010/09/bulbs-are-in.html' title='Bulbs are in!'/><author><name>Jennie's Book Garden</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16889330664240990743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
