<?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-6368575290039958666</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:14:39.805-03:30</updated><category term='manifesto'/><category term='Italian'/><category term='Giller Prize'/><category term='Catherine Dickens'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='AA'/><category term='consort'/><category term='playwright'/><category term='Egypt'/><category term='trilogy'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='Dublin'/><category term='women authors'/><category term='Luxembourg'/><category term='Dolce'/><category term='Belfast'/><category term='Dior'/><category term='covenant'/><category term='senator'/><category term='middle age'/><category term='wealth'/><category term='sleuth'/><category term='Napoleon'/><category term='general knowledge'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='upper class'/><category term='internment'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='family'/><category term='Liverpool'/><category term='Dead Famous'/><category term='costa rica'/><category term='Viking'/><category term='attorney'/><category term='cathedral'/><category term='developer'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='Gabbana'/><category term='romance'/><category term='WW II'/><category term='Gilbert Grape'/><category term='demented'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='Sally Naldrett'/><category term='producer'/><category term='demons'/><category term='brightest'/><category term='Marco'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='vampire queen'/><category term='Sheila O&apos;Flanagan'/><category term='tavern'/><category term='vegan'/><category term='memory'/><category term='political scandal'/><category term='depression'/><category term='quiz show'/><category term='wedding showers'/><category term='devil'/><category term='Vatican'/><category term='exsanguination'/><category term='cocaine'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='Grimm'/><category term='church'/><category term='Lord Rivers'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='shadow keepers'/><category term='Elton'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='royalty'/><category term='plague'/><category term='girlie'/><category term='medieval'/><category term='love'/><category term='Montmartre'/><category term='rainforest'/><category term='memoir'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Chocolat'/><category term='mail'/><category term='Temple'/><category term='Jane Borodale'/><category term='flower shop'/><category term='trust'/><category term='balmoral'/><category term='prince of wales'/><category term='magic'/><category term='finishing school'/><category term='Josephine'/><category term='Gulland'/><category term='legal terminology'/><category term='Charles Dickens'/><category term='sisterhood'/><category term='Abby'/><category term='wallis simpson'/><category term='dowager'/><category term='real estate'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='The Love Verb'/><category term='Champagne D&apos;Vyne'/><category term='Scotland'/><category term='betrayal'/><category term='delegation'/><category term='Bonaparte'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='agents'/><category term='spy'/><category term='monastery'/><category term='idol'/><category term='Venice. England'/><category term='debutante'/><category term='charity'/><category term='court'/><category term='bastard'/><category term='murder'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='mistress'/><category term='potions'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='sexy'/><category term='time shifting'/><category term='chef'/><category term='herbs'/><category term='Wright'/><category term='women'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='firefighter'/><category term='Manhattan society'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='courthouse'/><category term='socialite'/><category term='author'/><category term='law'/><category term='twentieth century'/><category term='shopaholic'/><category term='struggle'/><category term='Peter Hedges'/><category term='culture'/><category term='manor'/><category term='House of Lancaster'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='chick-lit'/><category term='joan of arc'/><category term='Chart Throb'/><category term='NA'/><category term='mascot'/><category term='Cape Breton'/><category term='art theft'/><category term='Penguin Group'/><category term='acerbic'/><category term='Tracy Chevalier'/><category term='photographer'/><category term='Jacquetta'/><category term='deejay'/><category term='overweight'/><category term='keyes'/><category term='passion'/><category term='Sharon Owens'/><category term='best seller'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='religion'/><category term='ancient times'/><category term='dust'/><category term='paralegal'/><category term='jade'/><category term='writing'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='food channel'/><category term='Lady Duff Gordon'/><category term='nunnery'/><category term='Ireland'/><title type='text'>Gobshites and Eejits</title><subtitle type='html'>Book Reviews</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8512269613406938177</id><published>2012-01-01T20:47:00.000-03:30</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:36:42.479-03:30</updated><title type='text'>A Season to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1KwwXLlnZk/TwDsD_E87pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JeNxY-xNQ6E/s1600/a+season+to+remember.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1KwwXLlnZk/TwDsD_E87pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JeNxY-xNQ6E/s320/a+season+to+remember.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;By Sheila O'Flanagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Published by Headline Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;an imprint of Headline Publishing Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;First published in paperback in 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Claire and Neil Archer own the Sugar Loaf Lodge, a luxury hotel with an award-winning restaurant and a breathtaking spa - an oasis of peace and serenity withing striking distance of Dublin.  With the economic downturn in Ireland, the Archers wonder if the hotel will be filled for Christmas this year and how they will get by if it is not.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Nestled in what is known as the Garden of Ireland, the Lodge provides the perfect backdrop to a gorgeous handful of integrated short stories centering around Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  On Christmas Eve the Lodge begins to receive its guests.  Mostly families arrive - some want a break from the cooking and overkill that is Christmas Day, some want to repair the damage the year has brought them, some want to be alone, some want to reunite.  Mix well with a few singletons and, believe it or not, a visit from a ghost, and you have the recipe for some lovely Christmas stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;O'Flanagan always gets to the heart of family life, be it good or bad, and she gets it just right when writing about families at Christmas.  Although a joyous and family-filled time of year for some, it can oftentimes be the opposite for families and both views are reflected in this book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Although O'Flanagan has written a novel, the stories can be read as separate entities.  Characters from one story appear in other stories to keep it cohesive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;A Season to Remember is a lovely novel to read at any time, but it was certainly nice to read it over Christmas.  There's still a few days left to&amp;nbsp;the season&amp;nbsp;- fit it in if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-8512269613406938177?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8512269613406938177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8512269613406938177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8512269613406938177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8512269613406938177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2012/01/season-to-remember.html' title='A Season to Remember'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1KwwXLlnZk/TwDsD_E87pI/AAAAAAAAAZM/JeNxY-xNQ6E/s72-c/a+season+to+remember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5598707926268358630</id><published>2011-11-13T17:59:00.008-03:30</published><updated>2011-11-13T18:59:19.725-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dowager'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art theft'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding showers'/><title type='text'>To Catch a Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66ui0_qE6fE/TsA3llzqewI/AAAAAAAAAZA/w9hoIyXPFUA/s1600/to%2Bcatch%2Ba%2Bleaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674596649430317826" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66ui0_qE6fE/TsA3llzqewI/AAAAAAAAAZA/w9hoIyXPFUA/s400/to%2Bcatch%2Ba%2Bleaf.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 198px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;By Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;First published by Obsidian, an imprint of New American Library, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;First printing, November 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;ARC courtesy of Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;Abby Knight and Marco Salvare (and their mothers) are planning their wedding showers - one for each family, of course.  They need to book venues, pick out shower invitations, and try to keep their mothers from interfering too much.  What could possibly interrupt their plans?  A dead dowager, that's what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;And not just a dead dowager, a dead dowager whose body was discovered by none other than Grace Bingham, Abby's dear friend and co-worker.  To heighten the mystery, Grace has  been left with some rather odd bequests from her dead friend which only serves to make Grace the number one suspect in her death.  As usual, Abby and Marco are on the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;The usual cast of characters are at play here - Abby's mom, her cousin, her roommate, her roomate's cat, and her co-workers at the flower shop.  Added to the fun on a regular basis is Francesca, Marco's mom.  Hopefully, we'll see more of her in future installments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;While solving the murder, Abby and Marco spend a considerable amount of time interviewing the deceased's family, and what a dysfunctional crew they are!  Collins writes the characters in this family with a cracking wit and yet with a believability that only she could bring to such a wealthy, art-infested, lover-sharing, self-centered family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"&gt;Installment twelve of the Flower Shop Mysteries has a bit of everything - money, art, cats, ghosts, flowers, and murder.  How could you resist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6368575290039958666-5598707926268358630?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5598707926268358630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5598707926268358630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5598707926268358630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5598707926268358630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/11/to-catch-leaf.html' title='To Catch a Leaf'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-66ui0_qE6fE/TsA3llzqewI/AAAAAAAAAZA/w9hoIyXPFUA/s72-c/to%2Bcatch%2Ba%2Bleaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-9027948705083575085</id><published>2011-08-22T09:52:00.017-02:30</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:57:05.325-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='House of Lancaster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord Rivers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacquetta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luxembourg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joan of arc'/><title type='text'>The Lady of the Rivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRdG6wtp8WM/TlJKonrOfqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/51ifXmphSS0/s1600/the%2Blady%2Bof%2Bthe%2Brivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRdG6wtp8WM/TlJKonrOfqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/51ifXmphSS0/s400/the%2Blady%2Bof%2Bthe%2Brivers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643655344754163362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--erMj3OOzww/TlJKZZ5FuNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/QZBasy8tKNM/s1600/the%2Blady%2Bof%2Bthe%2Brivers.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Philippa Gregory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Touchstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Division of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Available 11 October 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This novel begins in France with a young Jacquetta of Luxembourg befriending an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"odd trophy of war"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, Joan of Arc.  Joan is being imprisoned at the castle of Jacquetta's great-uncle, Lord John of Luxembourg.  We learn of Jacquetta's talents when she reads Joan's cards and realises she can see into the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This ability leads the widowed Duke of Bedford to wed a seventeen-year-old Jacquetta.  The duke believes he can find a way to turn iron into gold and he wants Jacquetta to work with his alchemists and astrologers, to scry, and to look into the future.  Their marriage is loveless and childless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When the duke dies, Jacquetta marries Richard Woodville, the duke's squire.  They are madly in love, marry without the king's blessing and, according to some historians, go on to produce sixteen children. Their eldest daughter, Elizabeth, eventually becomes queen consort of Edward IV of England.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The novel centres around Jacquetta's presence in the court of King Henry VI and Queen Margaret.  Jacquetta and Queen Margaret have a very close relationship and Jacquetta and her husband are faithful to the House of Lancaster.  Although Jacquetta has vowed not to read cards or perform any sort of witchcraft, she is naturally born to it and cannot help the visions she sees.  While she tries to help the queen and guide her during the War of the Roses, Margaret usually pays little attention and reads into the visions what she herself wants to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This fictitious account of Jacquetta of Luxembourg and her presence in the court of England is compelling reading.  As always, Gregory hits all the right notes with her combination of history and story-telling, bringing another little known female historical figure to light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you would like to hear Philippa Gregory talk about this book, click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywZHwvPK9VQ"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-9027948705083575085?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/9027948705083575085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=9027948705083575085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/9027948705083575085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/9027948705083575085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/08/lady-of-rivers.html' title='The Lady of the Rivers'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zRdG6wtp8WM/TlJKonrOfqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/51ifXmphSS0/s72-c/the%2Blady%2Bof%2Bthe%2Brivers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6691024147461782013</id><published>2011-08-08T19:01:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2011-08-08T19:54:22.623-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Triangles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqXn3287060/TkBYIy9QFLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_JVvAB08ORg/s1600/triangles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqXn3287060/TkBYIy9QFLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_JVvAB08ORg/s400/triangles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638603641608737970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Ellen Hopkins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Atria Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Division of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;October 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If I'm in the middle of my life, is this really all I've got to show for it?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Triangles is a novel of three women facing mid-life and wondering if they've made the right choices.  Holly has just lost 60 pounds and taken up running and extramarital sex after years of being at home and raising her three kids.  Andrea is a single mom who can't seem to keep a love interest.  Marissa is still married, barely, and has fallen into emotional despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ellen Hopkins explores the lives of each of these women in an unusual way - through poetic verse.  I have to admit I was not looking forward to reading this book once I discovered it was all poetry.  However, poetic verse turned out to be a brilliant device to delve into the complexities of middle age.  In many ways, one poem told more than several regular chapters would have been able to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Childhood, parenthood, adoption, drugs, terminal illness, extramarital affairs, weight loss, friendship, teen pregnancy, and ordinary day-to-day activities are all covered in this novel (and covered well).  The book is well written and a flick through the pages shows the different poetic styles Hopkins incorporated throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The poetry is thoughtful, insightful, and heartbreaking, as well as funny, beautiful, and sexy.  I raced through this book hoping each story would end the way I wanted (didn't happen) and I just wanted more, more, more when it was over.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't let the thought of reading poetry put you off this book.  Empty your head of all such thoughts and throw yourself into the emotions and stories of Triangles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6691024147461782013?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6691024147461782013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6691024147461782013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6691024147461782013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6691024147461782013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/08/triangles.html' title='Triangles'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tqXn3287060/TkBYIy9QFLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/_JVvAB08ORg/s72-c/triangles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-2866657567983356546</id><published>2011-08-05T18:51:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2011-08-05T19:34:35.116-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overweight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paralegal'/><title type='text'>The Curse of the Holy Pail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9auKfUW3GY/Tjxg2Y-EG2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ACT8gpHgLfY/s1600/the%2Bcurse%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bholy%2Bpail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9auKfUW3GY/Tjxg2Y-EG2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ACT8gpHgLfY/s400/the%2Bcurse%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bholy%2Bpail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637487321092987746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sue Ann Jaffarian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Midnight Ink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kindle Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the second Odelia Grey mystery the plot revolves around a vintage lunchbox.  The lunchbox is the only one in existence and was made for The Chappy Wheeler Show, a popular 1940s cowboy TV show.  Chappy Wheeler was murdered and every owner of the lunchbox since has died.  The lunchbox is now worth a hundred thousand dollars and collectors are on its trail (thus earning it the title The Holy Pail).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Odelia, a paralegal for a successful law firm, becomes involved in the hunt for the pail when a client requires her services.  Sterling Price has a vast collection of lunchboxes - Odelia is particularly drawn to the Zorro pail - and shows Odelia his prized possession:  The Holy Pail.  Sterling turns up dead, the pail goes missing, and Odelia finds herself trying to track it down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jaffarian has written quite a vibrant character; Odelia Grey is an overweight, forty-something woman who, like a lot of overweight, forty-something women, has food issues, work issues, love issues, and the various other stressors that come with being middle-aged.  Odelia is smart, funny, and sexy, with a love for her off-the-wall cat, Seamus, and her boyfriend, Greg.  Jaffarian makes sure to include Odelia's family, friends, and co-workers to round out her main character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are six books in the Odelia Grey series - time for me to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-2866657567983356546?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2866657567983356546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=2866657567983356546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2866657567983356546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2866657567983356546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/08/curse-of-holy-pail.html' title='The Curse of the Holy Pail'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9auKfUW3GY/Tjxg2Y-EG2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/ACT8gpHgLfY/s72-c/the%2Bcurse%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bholy%2Bpail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7412490687032016136</id><published>2011-06-03T21:13:00.011-02:30</published><updated>2011-06-03T22:26:59.100-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainforest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costa rica'/><title type='text'>The Scent of Jade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZjBPBCKtg4/TelyOFDJONI/AAAAAAAAATY/iwXAEcpzC-s/s1600/the%2Bscent%2Bof%2Bjade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZjBPBCKtg4/TelyOFDJONI/AAAAAAAAATY/iwXAEcpzC-s/s400/the%2Bscent%2Bof%2Bjade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614143996693133522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Dee DeTarsio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Just Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;05 October 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kindle edition courtesy of Dee DeTarsio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In a rut in San Diego, Julie Fraser decides to surprise her husband, Colin, by joining him in Costa Rica where he is on a business trip.  Julie expects her vacation to be one of lounging by the pool and ordering room service.  She couldn't be more wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A string of mishaps is awaiting Julie on this vacation:  she accidentally steals a jade idol believed to be directly related to global warming, finds herself lost in the rainforest, gets stoned, befriends a monkey, is rescued by a gorgeous local, discovers a love potion, and gets arrested, all the while trying to ensure the idol doesn't fall into the wrong hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Julie's time lost in the rainforest isn't just a series of escapades, however.  The reader also gets to know Julie in non-humourous moments as she reflects on her marriage and her life in San Diego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DeTarsio has given us a bit of mystery, a bit of suspense, a bit of  romance, and a lot of humour all rolled into one book.  It's a quick  read, due not only to DeTarsio's nicely paced writing but because you  just can't leave at the end of a chapter.  Wondering what was going to  happen to Julie kept me going page after page after page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This book is a step away from conventional chick-lit or women's fiction or however you want to phrase it.  There is no shoe shopping, manicures, or pedicures; just a dirty stinky woman lost in the jungle (who would probably much rather be shoe shopping and having manicures and pedicures). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun book.  And even though Julie was dirty and smelly through most of the book, she was a breath of fresh air to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7412490687032016136?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7412490687032016136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7412490687032016136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7412490687032016136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7412490687032016136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/06/scent-of-jade.html' title='The Scent of Jade'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZjBPBCKtg4/TelyOFDJONI/AAAAAAAAATY/iwXAEcpzC-s/s72-c/the%2Bscent%2Bof%2Bjade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8937045018067317327</id><published>2011-06-01T19:04:00.008-02:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:42:44.771-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prince of wales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wallis simpson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balmoral'/><title type='text'>Royal Flush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3xnwD3UCGM/TeawyNUvhsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/A96WkchBGz4/s1600/royal%2Bflush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3xnwD3UCGM/TeawyNUvhsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/A96WkchBGz4/s400/royal%2Bflush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613368362180511426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Rhys Bowen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Berkley Prime Crime mass market edition / September 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In installment III of the Royal Spyness Mysteries, Lady Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, daughter of the later Duke of Glen Garry and Rannoch, granddaughter of the least attractive of Queen Victoria's daughters, half-sister to Hamish (present Duke of Glen Garry and Rannoch), thirty-fourth in line to the throne, is forced to leave London for Scotland's Castle Rannoch after a failed attempt at a new business venture - escort services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In previous installments of this series, the Queen has asked Georgie to keep on eye on the Prince of Wales and Wallis Simpson.  Georgie arrives at Castle Rannoch only to find Mrs. Simpson and a group of Americans have taken over her home which is in close proximity to Balmoral where the Prince of Wales is summering.  With her brother, Binky, laid up in bed and her sister-in-law, Fig, going out of her mind with the unexpected guests, Georgie finds herself investigating a series of mishaps that have her wondering if one of the houseguests is trying to kill members of the royal family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As usual, Bowen does a delightful job with the dialogue in her books - the jibes at Mrs. Simpson and the Americans are an absolute hoot.  Bowen portrays British society in the 1930s perfectly, particularly that of the royal set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There's plenty of historical fiction in this book, but mostly there's a mystery to solve and my "favourite penniless heiress" does her best to solve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-8937045018067317327?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8937045018067317327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8937045018067317327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8937045018067317327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8937045018067317327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/06/royal-flush.html' title='Royal Flush'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X3xnwD3UCGM/TeawyNUvhsI/AAAAAAAAAS0/A96WkchBGz4/s72-c/royal%2Bflush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5395033645733717925</id><published>2011-05-30T16:47:00.010-02:30</published><updated>2011-05-30T19:09:09.414-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle'/><title type='text'>Skipping a Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDxo-IJPcqs/TePtVromxXI/AAAAAAAAASo/810mueVAaSs/s1600/skipping%2Ba%2Bbeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDxo-IJPcqs/TePtVromxXI/AAAAAAAAASo/810mueVAaSs/s400/skipping%2Ba%2Bbeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612590517379843442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sarah Pekkanen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Washington Square Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Division of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Copy courtesy of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What would you do if your husband suddenly wanted to rewrite the rules of your relationship?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Michael Dunhill lives an exceptionally wealthy life.  He runs his own company, has a massive home, owns a basketball team, and shares every material thing he has with his high school sweetheart, his wife Julia.  Julia also runs her own company, making sure she has some money of her own should her marriage to Michael ever fall apart.  Not that she envisions her marriage ending but, given her family background, it's better to be safe than sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Unfortunately for Julia, Michael dies...for four minutes and eight seconds, before a portable defibrillator jump-starts him back to life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But with a new chance at life comes a new Michael.  The old Michael had little time to spend with Julia and a lot of time to spend with his business.  Julia settled for this arrangement; after all, she had a lifestyle that would be the envy of any woman and a good single female friend to share her evenings with.  The new Michael has decided to give away all his money and material possessions and spend his time loving his wife the way he did when they were young.  Julia's not so sure she wants to give up her lifestyle for the promises made by this new Michael, but she goes along with his plan to give him three weeks before she makes her decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pekkanen takes the reader from the past (where Mike and Julie met and fell in love) to the present (where Michael and Julia find fame and fortune - and adjust their names to reflect their new social status).  Mike and Julie are likeable characters, the kind of characters you root for - you want good things to happen to them.  Michael and Julia are not as likeable.  Both are caught up in the lifestyle wealth has afforded them and they have drifted apart as a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pekkanen is trying to make us think about what we would do if our spouse decided to give away everything we have worked for to live on love (or at least live a more modest lifestyle).  As we see Julia struggle with her decision, there are moments the reader hates her but also moments where the reader can identify with her struggle.  Michael's character doesn't get off lightly, either.  There are moments when you despise him, as well.  Kudos to Pekkanen for showing all sides of the emotional conflicts that come with this situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Overall, I found this to be quite an enjoyable book.  I wanted to know what Julia's decision was and I wanted to know what influenced her decision.  This is the first novel I have read by Pekkanen and she's won me over with her easy to read style.  I look forward to reading more by this author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5395033645733717925?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5395033645733717925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5395033645733717925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5395033645733717925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5395033645733717925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/05/skipping-beat.html' title='Skipping a Beat'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDxo-IJPcqs/TePtVromxXI/AAAAAAAAASo/810mueVAaSs/s72-c/skipping%2Ba%2Bbeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8148875257109633460</id><published>2011-03-18T16:58:00.003-02:30</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:37:43.688-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exsanguination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower shop'/><title type='text'>Night of the Living Dandelion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AJ7V68t_7Q/TYOyuMSe30I/AAAAAAAAASU/5EUW2J2cZF8/s1600/night%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bliving%2Bdandelion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AJ7V68t_7Q/TYOyuMSe30I/AAAAAAAAASU/5EUW2J2cZF8/s400/night%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bliving%2Bdandelion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585504469512019778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published by Obsidian, an imprint of New American Library,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First printing, April 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of Kate Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In book eleven of the Flower Shop Mysteries, we find Abby and Marco drawn into investigating a murder when the body of a local nursing director, Lori Willis, is found in the garbage bin behind Marco's bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Townspeople have already been suspecting Marco's friend, Vlad, of being involved in Lori's disappearance because some of her belongings and her car were found behind his apartment building.  There have been a lot of rumours concerning Vlad since he arrived in New Chapel; rumours that he is a vampire.  He prefers to wear black, has pale skin and dark hair, is from Romania, and has prominent canines.  When it is discovered that Lori has died from exsanguination, Vlad becomes the number one suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hilarious sub-plot to the crime investigation is when Abby's cousin, Jillian, has concluded she has been bitten by a vampire.  This compels her to roam the streets dressed in a dark cape and to consume raw meat.  If you've read previous editions of the series, you know how funny it would be to see Jillian in such a state, and Collins writes it well and humourously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plotline - although not so funny - is the fact that Marco has been called back to the Special Ops division of the US military, which is devastating news to both him and Abby.  They know they are living on borrowed time and must make the most of what they have at the moment.  Marco wants to make sure Vlad's name is cleared, so he keeps giving Abby tips on how to become a better private investigator.  While Abby appreciates the help, she would rather have Marco with her than off on a secret mission in an undisclosed part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read any Flower Shop Mysteries you can still enjoy this book on its own.  If you're already a fan, you'll love this addition to the series.  Kate Collins has written another clever, interesting mystery and has further developed Abby and Marco's love story which, let's face it, is one of the main reasons we keep coming back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-8148875257109633460?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8148875257109633460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8148875257109633460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8148875257109633460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8148875257109633460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/03/night-of-living-dandelion.html' title='Night of the Living Dandelion'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AJ7V68t_7Q/TYOyuMSe30I/AAAAAAAAASU/5EUW2J2cZF8/s72-c/night%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bliving%2Bdandelion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7117591914273820595</id><published>2011-02-06T17:42:00.008-03:30</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:56:50.219-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playwright'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bastard'/><title type='text'>Mr. Shakespeare's Bastard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TU8PDuDW9jI/AAAAAAAAASM/XjbWdlY1nwM/s1600/mr.%2Bshakespeare%2527s%2Bbastard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TU8PDuDW9jI/AAAAAAAAASM/XjbWdlY1nwM/s400/mr.%2Bshakespeare%2527s%2Bbastard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570687820656735794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Richard B. Wright&lt;br /&gt;Published by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for England's most famous playwright to have an illegitimate daughter?  According to an elderly housekeeper at Easton House in Oxfordshire, it is.  Aerlene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ward, now old and feeble, tells her story to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; Charlotte Easton who has promised to record every word.  But will Charlotte believe Aerlene's tale - as told to Aerlene by her own mother, Elizabeth - or mock her for making up such a story?  As Aerlene dictates the story of her life to Charlotte, Charlotte raises an interesting point when she asks if the stories being related really happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aerlene's reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"...In relating anything we only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;approach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; the truth; we are never exactly there.  Moreover, does not another truth besides the factual lurk in any account of events?  A truth far more important?...Is the reader not entitled to a little more, even if it is not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; what happened?  And is it not also possible that out of that imagined conversation, a truth beyond the factual might emerge?..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Excellent piece of writing by Wright, indicative not only of the truth of the matter at hand in this book, but of any book written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Shakespeare's Bastard is a little confusing as it is told by both Aerlene and Elizabeth, so some time-shifting is involved.  To add to the confusion, Aerlene is nicknamed Linny and Elizabeth is nicknamed Lizzy, and their stories are quite similar.  However, trying to figure out if Shakespeare really did have an affair with Elizabeth is more than enough to keep the reader interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright interestingly inserts characters who give their opinion of Shakespeare's plays to Aerlene who, being a woman, cannot see the plays performed.  Also of interest is the fact Aerlene can read (as most women of the day could not) and has managed to obtain copies of Shakespeare's plays, thus elevating him to hero status in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wright has written a beautiful novel that provided fodder for much discussion at my book club meeting.  While we all enjoyed the book, we had different views on whether we thought Shakespeare was actually Aerlene's father.  I wasn't convinced, but most others were.  We thought Wright wrote in a convincing female voice; however, many thought the language wasn't "period" enough.  We agreed that the male characters in Wright's book were more sympathetic than the female characters, with much discussion centering around Aerlene's Uncle Jack and Aunt Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard B. Wright has written a wonderful piece of historical fiction.  It's an interesting, well-written piece about a topic many have discussed before and many will again:  Did Will Shakespeare leave behind a bastard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7117591914273820595?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7117591914273820595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7117591914273820595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7117591914273820595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7117591914273820595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/02/mr-shakespeares-bastard.html' title='Mr. Shakespeare&apos;s Bastard'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TU8PDuDW9jI/AAAAAAAAASM/XjbWdlY1nwM/s72-c/mr.%2Bshakespeare%2527s%2Bbastard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-1243113258683500732</id><published>2011-01-21T18:09:00.011-03:30</published><updated>2011-01-21T19:10:21.504-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='general knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz show'/><title type='text'>A Question of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TTn9X-Q7SrI/AAAAAAAAASA/nAphca2q5QY/s1600/a%2Bquestion%2Bof%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TTn9X-Q7SrI/AAAAAAAAASA/nAphca2q5QY/s400/a%2Bquestion%2Bof%2Blove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564757402885769906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Isabel Wolff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by HarperCollins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Publishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laura Quick is host of Britain's popular new quiz show, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whadda Ya Know?!!&lt;/span&gt;  She has spent several years trying to get her life back on track after losing her husband, Nick, and the show is a welcome distraction.  Laura's intelligence and hosting skills are a hit with the fans and the critics love her.  Apparently, so does an old flame who sees her hosting the show and becomes a contestant with the sole purpose of rekindling the romance.  Of course, old flames have new lives and this one comes complete with a six-year-old daughter and a mental ex-wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While the romance portion of the book is interesting and well constructed, it's the general knowledge game show parts that kept me tearing through the pages.  Some interesting facts I discovered while reading this book:  the traditional Muslim colour for mourning is white; gnu is the alternative word for wildebeest; there are   seventy-eight Tarot cards to a deck; hippopotamus milk is pink.  It's not too often one comes away so knowledgeable after reading "female literature"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Overall, A Question of Love is an enjoyable novel with some plot surprises along the way.  Although it isn't a new release, if you can get your hands on it, buy it, read it, and fill your head with a good story and some general knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-1243113258683500732?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/1243113258683500732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=1243113258683500732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1243113258683500732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1243113258683500732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2011/01/question-of-love.html' title='A Question of Love'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TTn9X-Q7SrI/AAAAAAAAASA/nAphca2q5QY/s72-c/a%2Bquestion%2Bof%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-9177544059290810390</id><published>2010-12-05T08:35:00.006-03:30</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:32:25.579-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='socialite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Stand By Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TPuAiD7iqAI/AAAAAAAAARU/euGOfOcIL6M/s1600/stand%2Bby%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TPuAiD7iqAI/AAAAAAAAARU/euGOfOcIL6M/s400/stand%2Bby%2Bme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547168688695846914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sheila O'Flanagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Headline Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an imprint of Headline Publishing Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dominique Brady, named after St. Dominic and pronounced the same way, was brought up in an ultra-religious Catholic home in Ireland.  Her brother, Gabriel, is being groomed for the priesthood and his parents couldn't be prouder.  Dominique, however, has no time to waste on religion and gets on with being a teenager in the 1980s, eventually getting a job in a diner where she meets her future husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dominique's life changes over the years and she becomes a wealthy socialite, raising money for charities, and throwing the best parties.  But life is never an easy path and Domino, as she is now known, has serious choices to make along the way.  Of course, that's where the title of the book comes into play:  if you're married, do you always stand by each other?  If you're a family, do you always stick up for each other?  When is it necessary to stand by your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O'Flanagan always writes an interesting story, often with complex layers and digging deep into marital and family life.  As well, O'Flanagan's supporting characters are well written and some become as important as the main characters in how the reader feels about them and how their lives will turn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stand By Me is a bit of a saga, covering Domino's life from her late teen years into her forties.  It dissects love, depression, betrayal, and religion, yet doesn't become boring or preachy.  O'Flanagan has turned out yet another book that provides the reader with a good storyline, some thought-provoking moments, and an overall enjoyable read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-9177544059290810390?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/9177544059290810390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=9177544059290810390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/9177544059290810390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/9177544059290810390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/12/stand-by-me.html' title='Stand By Me'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TPuAiD7iqAI/AAAAAAAAARU/euGOfOcIL6M/s72-c/stand%2Bby%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-888187849900605909</id><published>2010-11-26T18:26:00.006-03:30</published><updated>2010-11-26T18:56:16.184-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopaholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabbana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dior'/><title type='text'>Mini Shopaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TPAtrrfvwuI/AAAAAAAAARM/VAZGbJ44754/s1600/mini%2Bshopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TPAtrrfvwuI/AAAAAAAAARM/VAZGbJ44754/s400/mini%2Bshopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543981369726583522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sophie Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Transworld Publishers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a Random House Group Company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published in Great Britain in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Becky Brandon (nee Bloomwood) has a spoilt daughter.  Everyone says so, including Becky's husband, Becky's mom, Becky's mom's best friend, and the new nanny.  Minnie has been barred from various shops and she's only two.  Grabbing the items she wants from store shelves and yelling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"miiiiiiiiiine"&lt;/span&gt; has become Minnie's catchphrase.  What's a shopaholic mommy to do?  How can Becky continue to buy baby Dior and baby Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana and other designer toddler outfits if Minnie doesn't behave in the shops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When a banking crisis hits Britain, Becky, Luke, and Minnie - still living with Becky's parents - have to Cut Back (it amuses me that Kinsella writes it with the importance of capital letters).  Luke has made Becky swear she will not buy any new clothes until she wears everything in her closet three times.  But Becky is planning a surprise birthday party for Luke and shopping at the Pound Shop is just not going to cut it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sophie Kinsella has written another Shopaholic book (this is number six) that had me in fits of giggles from beginning to end.  Between spoilt little Minnie, the problems Becky encounters whilst trying to buy a house, and the whole cast of characters trying to ensure Luke's surprise birthday party remains a surprise, this installment is one of the best in the series.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For lighthearted fun and pages of giggles, this book is a must-read for all Shopaholic fans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-888187849900605909?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/888187849900605909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=888187849900605909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/888187849900605909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/888187849900605909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/11/mini-shopaholic.html' title='Mini Shopaholic'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TPAtrrfvwuI/AAAAAAAAARM/VAZGbJ44754/s72-c/mini%2Bshopaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-4606339812144650889</id><published>2010-11-04T19:48:00.007-02:30</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:48:04.345-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Minding Frankie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TNMxi5MoU-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YzSJSFZgdRE/s1600/minding+frankie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TNMxi5MoU-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YzSJSFZgdRE/s400/minding+frankie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535822842507580386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Maeve Binchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Orion Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an imprint of the Orion Publishing Group Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As soon as I heard Maeve Binchy had written a new novel I was excited.  After all, who can tell a story like Maeve Binchy?  Even the book's cover announces: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The new novel from the world's favourite storyteller"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Maeve (I feel I can be on a first-name basis with my long-time reading buddy) has thrown a few curveballs with this novel.  I didn't particularly like all of these curveballs, but I went with it and ended up rethinking my position on a few topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Biggest curveball - She has managed to create a character I actually despised.  Really, truly despised.  Moira Tierney, the novel's social worker, is the biggest pain in the arse character Maeve has ever produced.  Mind you, she's meant to be completely unlikeable.  Moira's character was so well written, I hated every word out of her mouth and every idea in her head.  At one point, I had my fill of her and walked away from the book for a while.  It takes talent to create that character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Minding Frankie is a story that proves that families come in all shapes and sizes and that the birth of a baby can change people's lives.  Frankie is the baby.  Before she is born, her mother seeks out Frankie's father, Noel, to tell him he is the father.  The catch is that, even though Noel doesn't remember Stella or the one-night-stand he had with her, Stella is now dying of cancer and she wants Noel to raise Frankie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The best part of this book was catching up with character's from Binchy's past novels; a technique of Binchy's that is useful in drawing you quite quickly into the story.  There are new characters as well and, as usual, all the stories are nicely weaved together, which is amazing given the number of people in this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a novel that touches on extended families, adopted families, broken families, alcoholism, paternity, celebrity, and death.  It spends a great deal of time with the hated Moira Tierney but, through that character, Binchy gives us an in depth look at the life of a social worker.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Written in that strong Maeve Binchy style, with an insight into community life and family living that only Maeve Binchy seems to have, this is another winner from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"the world's favourite storyteller"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-4606339812144650889?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4606339812144650889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=4606339812144650889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4606339812144650889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4606339812144650889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/11/minding-frankie.html' title='Minding Frankie'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TNMxi5MoU-I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YzSJSFZgdRE/s72-c/minding+frankie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-37780736294865978</id><published>2010-10-11T19:34:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:12:51.700-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grimm'/><title type='text'>Dust City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TLOKQOOnXYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mwuVxJ3lxsc/s1600/dust+city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TLOKQOOnXYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mwuVxJ3lxsc/s400/dust+city.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526913179015667074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Robert Paul Weston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;October 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of Penguin Group (Canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Henry Whelp is a teen wolf doing time at St. Remus Home for Wayward Youth.  Generally, he is a nice kid, liked by other kids and adults alike.  But Henry believes he may possibly be bad like his father (the Big Bad Wolf), who is presently doing hard time for killing a little girl (Little Red Riding Hood) and her grandmother.  His mother died when he was young - hit and killed by a truck transporting fairy dust - and his subsequent confusion about her death and his father's incarceration not only led to a wayward crime, but to a psychiatrist's office, as well.  When Henry discovers the psychiatrist has kept secrets from him, he ponders the answers to long-asked questions:  Are there still fairies?  If not, what happened to them?  Is his father really responsible for a double murder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Weston leads the reader from there into Henry's trek into the dark, gritty, grimy world of dust, fairies, goblins, dwarves, and humans, known as Dust City.  Dust is the drug of choice in Dust City; fairy dust, that is.  But it's dust that has been tampered with by Nimbus Thaumaturgical, is inhaled and absorbed by the body, and brings some of the book's characters on some pretty wild head trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Characters in Dust City include, Snow White, Cinderella, Jack of Jack and the Beanstalk fame, Rumpelstiltskin, and more.  I liked this touch; it made the story less grim, yet more Grimm, if you get my drift.  The story itself was slow getting into but it picked up once there was less reform school and more details of life in the city.  Weston has a talent for relating to YA readers without dumbing-down his vocabulary and his writing style is fast-paced - once the story got going, there was no holding back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While this book is marketed as a YA novel for twelve years and up, I wouldn't recommend it for anyone younger than fifteen.  It tackles some pretty heady themes, including drug abuse, drug runners, murderers, racism, and genocide.  It also contains graphic accounts of violence and drug-induced hallucinations.  Overall, however, I certainly recommend this novel for fans of YA fantasy fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-37780736294865978?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/37780736294865978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=37780736294865978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/37780736294865978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/37780736294865978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/10/dust-city.html' title='Dust City'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TLOKQOOnXYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/mwuVxJ3lxsc/s72-c/dust+city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8178139149694851542</id><published>2010-09-30T18:34:00.008-02:30</published><updated>2010-09-30T19:57:06.582-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WW II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liverpool'/><title type='text'>Edith's War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TKT8O560uZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yf2uCYeXzpI/s1600/edith%27s+war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TKT8O560uZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yf2uCYeXzpI/s400/edith%27s+war.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522816376058984850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Andrew Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Axiom Publishing Inc.&lt;br /&gt;2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Copy courtesy of Andrew Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edith Maquire got married because Joe Maguire was off to war and he wanted somebody to come home to.  It all sounded terribly romantic to young Edith, so she agreed.  Now, Joe is at war and pregnant Edith is living in Shrimpley with Joe's mother and younger brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 1940.  The Maquires' war is okay for them so far; they have chickens in the yard and food in the kitchen.  Liam Maquire, full of youth and propaganda, starts trouble with his Italian neighbours.  But the Maquires and Baccanellos will have none of it; long-time friends and neighbours - and far out of the reach of the cities - they believe they will remain friends and neighbours for some time to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;However, within hours of Mussolini's declaration of war against Britain, Winston Churchill issues an internment order against Italians living in Britain, and the Baccanello males are scooped up and taken away for the duration of the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's 2002.  Will and Shamus Maquire, children of Edith Maguire, are strolling the streets of Venice awaiting the arrival of their eighty-three-year-old mother.  It's to be a reunion of sorts, at Edith's behest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The book goes back and forth between Edith's life during WW II and her sons wondering why their mother wants to see them.  Smith does a credible job of putting the internment of Britain's Italians under the microscope covering everything from the torpedoing of the Arandora Star on its way to Canada to internment camps in Liverpool, helping to shed light on a little-discussed topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The lives of those left to live out the war is also examined, and we discover that the definitions of proper and acceptable behaviour change the longer the war goes on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Andrew Smith has written a totally believable novel, creating wonderful characters in a beautifully written narrative.  Recommended for both those who like history and those who like good fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-8178139149694851542?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8178139149694851542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8178139149694851542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8178139149694851542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8178139149694851542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/09/ediths-war.html' title='Edith&apos;s War'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TKT8O560uZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yf2uCYeXzpI/s72-c/edith%27s+war.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5494500080071662572</id><published>2010-09-19T21:28:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:45:26.042-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sally Naldrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady Duff Gordon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><title type='text'>The Mistress of Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TJakJb6Xf8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/kqoKBl8-O3U/s1600/the+mistress+of+nothing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TJakJb6Xf8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/kqoKBl8-O3U/s400/the+mistress+of+nothing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518778875407466434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Kate Pullinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published in 2009 by Serpent's Tail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an imprint of Profile Books Ltd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Winner of 2009 Governor General's Literary Award for Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who was Lady Duff Gordon? Was she the beautiful and intelligent woman who  entertained politicians, writers, and great thinkers of the day? Was she a  tragic figure who had to leave her family in England to move to the dry  air of Egypt due to her tuberculosis? Was she a generous woman, willing  to help anyone who asked?  Or was she a mean-spirited woman who turned on  her long-time maid in the most spiteful manner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;According to Kate Pullinger, Lady Duff Gordon was all of these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While  this book has Lady Duff Gordon at its centre, Sally Naldrett is the  core.  Sally is Lady Duff Gordon's lady's maid and the narrator of the  story.  She moves to Egypt to care for her Lady and falls in love with  the people and its customs.  Being an English maid without any English  customs to adhere to gives Sally and her Lady a set of freedoms they  never before experienced; freedoms which can change your life's  expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This was a selection for the Bool Club.  Although we all liked the book well enough, three of us thought it took more than half the book before it became compelling reading.  There was a divide in the discussion on whether or not Lady Duff Gordon had made Sally feel she was more a companion than a maid, thus leading Sally to believe they were on friendly terms, or whether Sally should have known there would always be a line drawn between a British Lady and her maid no matter where in the world they should live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Although this book was terribly slow to get going,  it turned out to be  quite interesting and, eventually, I was unable to  put it down. This is an easy read and a good  book for anyone interested in historical fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5494500080071662572?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5494500080071662572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5494500080071662572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5494500080071662572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5494500080071662572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/09/mistress-of-nothing.html' title='The Mistress of Nothing'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TJakJb6Xf8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/kqoKBl8-O3U/s72-c/the+mistress+of+nothing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-2012512696746459823</id><published>2010-09-06T09:53:00.002-02:30</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:27:48.704-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Second Fiddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TITdW_H5MUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ztHZd-zO6zM/s1600/second+fiddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TITdW_H5MUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ztHZd-zO6zM/s400/second+fiddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513775230779732290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Mary Wesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Black Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Originally published in Great Britain by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Macmillan London Limited, 1988&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Claud Bannister, 23, meets Laura Thornby, 45, at a concert.  Claud is there with his mother.  Laura is there because the conductor is her current lover.  Martin is there because the British government has him following Clug, the conductor, who is from Roumania and may or may not be a spy.  Claud instantly falls for Laura, as does Martin, who finds that tailing Clug is not that much of a hardship as long as Laura is around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laura doesn't fall in love; she prefers to love 'em and lose 'em.  But Laura is quite intrigued with Claud and guides him from boyhood to manhood, filling his head with ideas for his novel, and helping him open a market stall.  She manipulates him to the point where he thinks her ideas are his own and he has fallen madly in love with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Laura's personal life is a deep pit of mystery.  She prefers to be alone in her orderly, non-cluttered life, not getting attached to people or things.  She is mostly cut off from her family, which consists of her mother and her uncle.  Speculation is that her uncle is also her father - it's never quite made clear.  Wesley has the habit of introducing darker themes in her novels and then leaving them to the reader to decide; after all, a good book doesn't have to spell everything out for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Second Fiddle is full of village life, where everyone knows everyone else's business and the Thornby family are accepted, although talked about as the oddities they are.  Wesley covers incest, alcoholism, and suicide in her usual style - deal with it and move on.  Don't let the darker themes of this novel put you off - this is an interesting novel full of simmering back-stories that will entertain and intrigue you to the very end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-2012512696746459823?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2012512696746459823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=2012512696746459823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2012512696746459823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2012512696746459823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/09/second-fiddle.html' title='Second Fiddle'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TITdW_H5MUI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ztHZd-zO6zM/s72-c/second+fiddle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5138810039160506660</id><published>2010-08-24T20:20:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:03:15.550-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadow keepers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covenant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attorney'/><title type='text'>When Blood Calls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/THRNKxp-F6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/icpdzJzuoI4/s1600/when+blood+calls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/THRNKxp-F6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/icpdzJzuoI4/s400/when+blood+calls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509113091704362914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By JK Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Bantam Books, an imprint of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Random House Publishing Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Available 31 August 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of JK Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Truth is often elusive, and some debts are best paid outside the bounds of the law."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sara Constantine, an attorney with the LA District Attorney's Office, has been offered a new position.  It's a little bit different from what she's used to; instead of prosecuting for the DA's office, she'll be prosecuting for PEC - the Preternatural Enforcement Coalition.  Generally left to regulate itself, PEC operates not under human law but under a series of laws known as the Covenant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sara's first case is to prosecute a vampire for the murder of a judge.  Lucius Dragos is known in PEC circles as a vicious killer and they've tried to take him down before, but to no avail.  Now Sara must take this information and reconcile it with what she knows of Lucius Dragos - the man she met as Luke only days before and with whom she had shared a bed.  And now that Sara and Luke have that bond, can she detach herself from her feelings for him and prosecute the case?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As urban fantasies goes, this novel is - dare I say it - quite realistic.  Beck draws her reader into a world of werewolves, goblins, hellhounds, shape-shifters, and vampires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;as easily as if she were writing about cotton candy and sunny skies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Beck's paranormal world has a legal system and a code of honour to live by and the book becomes a legal thriller that keeps you in suspense and in the dark as to what will happen next.  As part one of the Shadow Keepers series, it certainly hits the mark in making you anticipate the next installment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While the book is not scary, it's not for the faint-hearted - it's full of graphic violence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; and explicit sex.  But it works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   And it's damn good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5138810039160506660?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5138810039160506660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5138810039160506660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5138810039160506660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5138810039160506660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-blood-calls.html' title='When Blood Calls'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/THRNKxp-F6I/AAAAAAAAAO0/icpdzJzuoI4/s72-c/when+blood+calls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-4972380245508871753</id><published>2010-08-19T15:54:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-19T16:09:18.770-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delegation'/><title type='text'>Undead and Unpopular</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TG13Mgjn14I/AAAAAAAAAOM/I0qe92KUyGw/s1600/undead+and+unpopular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TG13Mgjn14I/AAAAAAAAAOM/I0qe92KUyGw/s400/undead+and+unpopular.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507188976125466498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By MaryJanice Davidson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by The Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;June 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Betsy Taylor, queen of the vampires, is annoyed, irritable, pissed.  Why?  She has decided to give up blood.  And without blood a vampire is cranky.  To add to her crankiness, a delegation of European vampires has come to town to check out their queen for themselves.  They may accept her, they may decide to overthrow her; who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eric annoys her, Jessica annoys her, Marc annoys her, Tina annoys her, the zombie in the attic annoys her.  Plus, her thirty-first birthday is looming and the fact Betsy can't see any party preparations going on around her annoys her, even though she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; she didn't want a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Installment five of the Undead series has Betsy facing up to some moral dilemmas such as should a vampire be punished for killing someone hundreds of years ago and, if so, what exactly should that punishment be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Whether planning a party, a wedding, or a punishment, Betsy is sure to win you over with her always funny sarcasm and her ever-increasing cast of sidekicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-4972380245508871753?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4972380245508871753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=4972380245508871753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4972380245508871753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4972380245508871753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/undead-and-unpopular.html' title='Undead and Unpopular'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TG13Mgjn14I/AAAAAAAAAOM/I0qe92KUyGw/s72-c/undead+and+unpopular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-1563323861349051153</id><published>2010-08-17T19:16:00.008-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-17T20:08:25.392-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampire queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Undead and Unreturnable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGsDNYIpQeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UNQ04EmxhtA/s1600/undead+and+unreturnable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGsDNYIpQeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UNQ04EmxhtA/s400/undead+and+unreturnable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506498497742455266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By MaryJanice Davidson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by The Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;November 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Queen of the Vampires, Betsy Taylor, is getting ready for Christmas, much to the dismay of those vampires who live with her.  She may be dead but Betsy and best friend, human being Jessica, still like to enjoy the festive season.  And, I suppose, Christmas shopping is way more fun when you take your little sister along; that would be your super-religious daughter-of-the-devil little sister, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Installment four of this series has Betsy looking for a serial killer with her newest ghost companion, Cathie; the queen also meets the oldest vampire going who invites her to write a newspaper column about what its like to be vampire queen; and Betsy and Laura get to meet their new sibling.  All this, plus a special guest appearance  by the devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-1563323861349051153?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/1563323861349051153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=1563323861349051153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1563323861349051153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1563323861349051153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/undead-and-unreturnable.html' title='Undead and Unreturnable'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGsDNYIpQeI/AAAAAAAAAOE/UNQ04EmxhtA/s72-c/undead+and+unreturnable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8533376115352860269</id><published>2010-08-16T17:19:00.003-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-16T17:35:07.194-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='consort'/><title type='text'>Undead and Unappreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGmWdF2JHMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hnUF9oCu4O8/s1600/undead+and+unappreciated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGmWdF2JHMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hnUF9oCu4O8/s400/undead+and+unappreciated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506097445966781634" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Mary Janice Davidson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by The Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;July 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elizabeth Taylor (Betsy, to her friends) is the undead queen of the vampires.  She has a very sexy on again/off again relationship with her consort, Eric Sinclair.  Her friends and family know she is undead and mostly, they are okay with it.  She lives in a mansion owned by her best friend Jessica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That brings us up to speed.  Undead and Unappreciated is installment three of the Undead and... series.  This time around, Betsy meets her half-sister, Laura, who is quite literally the spawn of the devil and destined to rule the world.  Also, the employees of Scratch - the vampire nightclub Betsy inherited when she killed Monique the evil vampire in a previous novel - have decided to go on strike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I quite like this series because (a) even though there are lots of killings and feedings the stories are not scary (b) Betsy's sarcasm for everything cracks me up (c) the chick-lit/romance aspects of the story are a nice mix with the vampire lifestyle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you're looking for vampires that are snarky and sexy (as opposed to sparkly and sulky) this series is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-8533376115352860269?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8533376115352860269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8533376115352860269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8533376115352860269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8533376115352860269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/undead-and-unappreciated.html' title='Undead and Unappreciated'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGmWdF2JHMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/hnUF9oCu4O8/s72-c/undead+and+unappreciated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-153470003218497190</id><published>2010-08-11T18:13:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:48:48.192-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='author'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Dickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catherine Dickens'/><title type='text'>Girl in a Blue Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGMLi62ltmI/AAAAAAAAANs/4Ye4_NMBEgg/s1600/girl+in+a+blue+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGMLi62ltmI/AAAAAAAAANs/4Ye4_NMBEgg/s400/girl+in+a+blue+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504255864118556258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Gaynor Arnold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emblem edition published in Canada in 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Emblem is an imprint of McClelland &amp;amp; Stewart Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"A Novel Inspired by the Life and Marriage of Charles Dickens"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The One and Only, the Great Original, Alfred Gibson is dead.  His wife, Dorothea, is not at his funeral; she is not welcome.  Alfred's mistress, however, is in attendance, as is most of England, all mourning the death of the great author, actor, and playwright.  To his Public, Alfred Gibson is a genius, a benefactor to those who need help, and a family man through and through.  To Dorothea, Alfred is a man who can rewrite his life with the stroke of a pen, forcing her to leave her home and family after twenty years of marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gaynor Arnold's first novel is a heartbreaking story of what may or may not have happened between Charles and Catherine Dickens, transformed into this work of fiction as Alfred and Dorothea Gibson.  What started as a true romance shifts into a desperation on Alfred's part to rid his family of Dorothea so he may pursue his life as he wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Told from Dorothea's point of view, we are swept away on her every emotion from her first meeting with Alfred to the night she leaves the family without saying goodbye to her children in person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"...So I had to creep round the bedrooms after you were all asleep and say good-bye to each of you in the silence of my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alfred's funeral is the starting point of the novel and Dorothea takes us on a trip through the present and the past to give us a full picture of Alfred the husband and Alfred the public figure.  The Public forgives Alfred everything he does because he is a larger-than-life character; Dorothea may not forgive so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a sad story, but well told and very hard to put down.   To me, saddest of all is this quote from the Author's Note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Above all, in Dorothea Gibson I have tried to give voice to the largely voiceless Catherine Dickens, who once requested that her letters from her husband be preserved so that 'the world may know he loved me once'."&lt;/span&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/6368575290039958666-153470003218497190?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/153470003218497190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=153470003218497190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/153470003218497190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/153470003218497190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/girl-in-blue-dress.html' title='Girl in a Blue Dress'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TGMLi62ltmI/AAAAAAAAANs/4Ye4_NMBEgg/s72-c/girl+in+a+blue+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6000877046459959146</id><published>2010-08-06T21:51:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-06T22:46:21.031-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Royal Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFynfQI1d0I/AAAAAAAAANk/xAMrKOWRZcg/s1600/a+royal+pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFynfQI1d0I/AAAAAAAAANk/xAMrKOWRZcg/s400/a+royal+pain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502457000089712450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Rhys Bowen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;br /&gt;Berkley Prime Crime mass-market edition / July 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Book II of the Royal Spyness Mysteries, we find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  Lady Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, daughter of the late Duke of  Glen Garry and Rannoch, granddaughter of the least attractive of Queen  Victoria's daughters, half-sister to Hamish (present Duke of Glen Garry  and Rannoch), thirty-fourth in line to the throne, still in London, still holding her own in the workforce, and still spying on the Prince of Wales.  That pesky Wallis Simpson is everywhere and the Queen is worried the Prince is spending too much time with Mrs. Simpson and not enough time on his royal duties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Much to my delight, Georgie and Mrs. Simpson often find themselves in the same social circles and their repartee often leaves me in fits of giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Royal snooping aside, Georgie plays host to a Bavarian princess, finds herself involved with the local communist party, and discovers that bad things come in threes:  that would be three deaths in one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bowen writes exceptionally well about British society in the 1930s, from the lowly street beggar to royalty itself, and I find myself feeling as if I'm a character watching from the sidelines instead of merely sitting on my chesterfield reading a novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With its good humour, good plot, and blockbuster ending, you won't want to miss installment II of this series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6000877046459959146?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6000877046459959146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6000877046459959146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6000877046459959146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6000877046459959146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/royal-pain.html' title='A Royal Pain'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFynfQI1d0I/AAAAAAAAANk/xAMrKOWRZcg/s72-c/a+royal+pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-2294769009812246398</id><published>2010-08-05T20:28:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:00:07.061-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best seller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFtCO0eUAhI/AAAAAAAAANc/er1H_WKJAOk/s1600/the+perfect+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFtCO0eUAhI/AAAAAAAAANc/er1H_WKJAOk/s400/the+perfect+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502064192134578706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sheila O'Flanagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published in paperback in 2010 by Headline Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;An imprint of Headline Publishing Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Britt McDonagh, hard-nosed divorce lawyer, has written a romance novel entitled "The Perfect Man" and it has hit all the best seller lists.  She agrees to talk about her novel and offer some writing tips on board a cruise ship during a two-week Valentine Cruise and takes her single-mom sister, Mia, with her to act as her PA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Britt has a hard time reconciling her hard-hearted lawyer self with her softer, romantic self, so she writes the novel under the name Brigitte Martin and presents herself to the world as a glamorous woman, which is quite unlike the heartbroken divorced woman she actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mia's past includes a passionate affair in Guatemala which produced a daughter.  The relationship never sustained itself, but four years on Mia still loves Alejo and can't move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Perfect Man" is, of course, a romance novel; what else could it be when a Valentine Cruise is so conducive to love?  As usual O'Flanagan has hit the nail on the head in the romance department.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Also as usual, O'Flanagan delves deep into family relationships.  The unfolding story of Britt and Mia - who had never been exceptionally close but were now roomies for the duration of the cruise - show us exactly how siblings can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O'Flanagan also takes us inside the life of a best-selling novelist; the doubts of a writer, how to take an idea and make it into a book, and what happens when the writing takes over.  Perhaps O'Flanagan was referring to herself when she wrote this paragraph after Britt questions herself on what to do with her book's characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"They're not real people, she reminded herself sharply.  I can do  whatever I like with them.  But she knew she couldn't.  She knew that  they were the only ones who were calling the shots.  She just hoped they  knew what they were doing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what I was doing when I purchased this book - Sheila O'Flanagan never, ever disappoints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-2294769009812246398?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2294769009812246398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=2294769009812246398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2294769009812246398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2294769009812246398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/perfect-man.html' title='The Perfect Man'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFtCO0eUAhI/AAAAAAAAANc/er1H_WKJAOk/s72-c/the+perfect+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7098506285824820917</id><published>2010-08-02T09:27:00.007-02:30</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:23:55.989-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='political scandal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><title type='text'>Fly Away Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFa0bUP89OI/AAAAAAAAANU/d5p3Fni9xCg/s1600/fly+away+home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFa0bUP89OI/AAAAAAAAANU/d5p3Fni9xCg/s400/fly+away+home.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500782376264725730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Jennifer Weiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Atria Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Division of Simon &amp;amp; Schuster, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jennifer Weiner has always written good books; I've read them all.  But with last year's "Best Friends Forever" and now her latest novel, "Fly Away Home", Weiner seems to have taken on a new maturity and complexity in her writing.  While previous novels seemed to centre around one main character, "Fly Away Home" is about a family, each character given an equal story, each story drawing the reader into the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;US politicians cheating on their wives makes for a good story in real life and it makes for an excellent story here.  What does a fifty-something wife do with this kind of news after she has spent her entire married life devoted to her husband, furthering his political ambitions?  What do you do when your duties as a wife outweighed your duties as a mother - your every waking hour being consumed by life as a senator's spouse -  and now you've been replaced by a younger version of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;When Richard Woodruff's family finds out about his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"transgression"&lt;/span&gt; each member embarks on a life-changing journey of their own.  Wife Sylvie retreats to her childhood summer home in Connecticut; married daughter Diana, an ER physician, has to come to grips with her own affair with a med student; and single daughter Lizzie, having just come out of rehab, has to adjust to life without drugs or alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While each character's story is compelling, the minor players in the book bring out Weiner's comedic side - Gary, mouth-breathing husband of Diana; acerbic-tongued retired judge Selma, Sylvie's mother; and Sylvie's best friend, Ceil, round out the characters and make the book a little less serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This book has intrigued me more than any other Weiner has written.  It's serious and funny, heart-breaking and loving.  It's based on what we hear in the news, but brings us where the news never goes, which is into the heart of a family on the verge of splitting apart.  "Fly Away Home" is Weiner's best novel yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7098506285824820917?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7098506285824820917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7098506285824820917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7098506285824820917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7098506285824820917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/08/fly-away-home.html' title='Fly Away Home'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFa0bUP89OI/AAAAAAAAANU/d5p3Fni9xCg/s72-c/fly+away+home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-3568929920151050395</id><published>2010-07-29T22:52:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-29T23:24:04.754-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Rotten Tendrils</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFIpaLsIvBI/AAAAAAAAANM/02eqg3BnY8w/s1600/dirty+rotten+tendrils.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFIpaLsIvBI/AAAAAAAAANM/02eqg3BnY8w/s400/dirty+rotten+tendrils.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499503624764046354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published by Obsidian, an imprint of New American Library,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First printing, October 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reality TV has come to New Chapel.  Or, at least the winner of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;America's Next Hit Single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; has.  Cody Verse has returned to sue his former writing partner; however, court proceedings are halted when Verse's lawyer is found dead.  The suspects are rounded up, including  Cody Verse, his former writing partner, his partner's grandparents, his celebrity girlfriend, and Attorney Dave Hammond.  Hammond hires private detective Marco Salvare and flower shop owner Abby Knight to clear his name and off we go into adventure number ten of the Flower Shop Mysteries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Collins had me giggling a fair bit whilst I read this book - her use of puns and wordplay is always spot on but she outdid herself here (writing partners Chapper and Verse got me going).  And any time Abby's extended family makes an appearance, I'm all for it.  After all, these are the characters we've grown to love and their position in the story can either help or hinder Abby's investigation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's all here:  a mystery to solve, a romance to enjoy, and some jaw-dropping plot developments.  Dirty Rotten Tendrils is not available until October, so mark your calendars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-3568929920151050395?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3568929920151050395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=3568929920151050395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3568929920151050395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3568929920151050395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/dirty-rotten-tendrils.html' title='Dirty Rotten Tendrils'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFIpaLsIvBI/AAAAAAAAANM/02eqg3BnY8w/s72-c/dirty+rotten+tendrils.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7606985899117390729</id><published>2010-07-28T10:00:00.007-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:37:23.144-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>The Return Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFAjSFcBp5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/7a8g6Slq8uA/s1600/the+return+journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFAjSFcBp5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/7a8g6Slq8uA/s400/the+return+journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498933938623719314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Maeve Binchy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Publishing history:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Delacorte Press hardcover edition published March 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dell mass market edition published June 1999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dell Trade paperback edition / June 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The good thing about short stories is that if you don't like them, they are finished quickly.  The bad thing about short stories is that if you do like them, they are finished quickly.  The short stories in this book are perfect; they end in a satisfactory place, but you always want to know just a tiny bit more about the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Home Sitter" tells of a couple who hire Allie to house-sit for a few months while they are away.  The husband is besotted with Allie, which brings out feelings of insecurity in the wife who immediately concludes the two will have an affair.  To make matters worse, they return many months later to find Allie has befriended every neighbour, something the couple has never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In "Package Tour" friends Shane and Moya spend many months planning a trip together.  A romance slowly simmers but, as the departure date nears, Shane and Moya discover that the choice of luggage and how one packs can make or break a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Cross Lines" is a story of travellers who judge each other by how they are dressed, but change their initial impressions after being seated together on the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Binchy writes her characters as real human beings with believable story lines.  As always, her stories are a treat to read and easy to recommend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7606985899117390729?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7606985899117390729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7606985899117390729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7606985899117390729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7606985899117390729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/return-journey.html' title='The Return Journey'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TFAjSFcBp5I/AAAAAAAAAMs/7a8g6Slq8uA/s72-c/the+return+journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6736585512593288376</id><published>2010-07-21T21:14:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:42:53.687-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='herbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>Garden Spells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TEeGoDrSszI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WcVgqWlMTQY/s1600/garden+spells.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TEeGoDrSszI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WcVgqWlMTQY/s400/garden+spells.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496509892968756018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sarah Addison Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Bantam Dell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bantam Discovery trade paperback edition / May 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Claire Waverley lives by herself in the old family home where she runs a successful catering business, the success of which comes from the magical herbs and flowers grown in her garden.  Claire was brought to this house when she was six by her mother who later abandoned her and her sister, Sydney, to be brought up by their grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sydney left town when her high school sweetheart broke up with her.  Ten years later, with a child of her own, Sydney is drawn back to the life she swore she would never have again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, Claire and Sydney have to come to grips with their past and decide how to deal with the Waverley legacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah Addison Allen takes you into a magical world where eating apples can tell your future, where you glow with colour when you're in love, where unexpected presents will always have a future use, and where the world is perfect when multi-coloured sparkles rain down on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simply put, this novel is enchanting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6736585512593288376?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6736585512593288376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6736585512593288376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6736585512593288376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6736585512593288376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/garden-spells.html' title='Garden Spells'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TEeGoDrSszI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WcVgqWlMTQY/s72-c/garden+spells.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7396452269380700551</id><published>2010-07-19T20:54:00.008-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-19T21:44:53.673-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleuth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower shop'/><title type='text'>Sleeping with Anemone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TETe3a_KtDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mDpr8zqknWQ/s1600/sleeping+with+anemone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TETe3a_KtDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mDpr8zqknWQ/s400/sleeping+with+anemone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495762489017283634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by New American Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First printing, February 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Episode nine of the life and times of Abby Knight, owner of Bloomers Flower Shop and part-time sleuth, is yet another clever mystery by Kate Collins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abby's flower shop is trashed, three attempts are made to kidnap her, her mother's art keeps getting stolen from Bloomers, the flower shop receives a burning brick tossed through a window, Abby receives threatening mail, and Marco decides Abby needs twenty-four-hour protection.  Plus, the Knights and Salvares are putting pressure on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abby and Marco to get engaged.   Plus, plus, Abby is protesting against Uniworld's use of hormones in cows.  Plus, plus, plus, there's a murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As usual, Collins has written a terrific story involving mystery, suspense, friends, family, and love of the Marco and Abby variety, which means you can't put it down until it's done and then wonder what you'll read while you're waiting for the next installment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7396452269380700551?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7396452269380700551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7396452269380700551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7396452269380700551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7396452269380700551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/sleeping-with-anemone.html' title='Sleeping with Anemone'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TETe3a_KtDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mDpr8zqknWQ/s72-c/sleeping+with+anemone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-875209558301571181</id><published>2010-07-16T21:02:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-16T21:27:12.358-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venice. England'/><title type='text'>Tell It To The Skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TEDsVMowFlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kIis4dQ4jsI/s1600/tell+it+to+the+skies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TEDsVMowFlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kIis4dQ4jsI/s400/tell+it+to+the+skies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494651394305562194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Erica James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published in Great Britain in 2007 by Orion Books,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;an imprint of the Orion Publishing Group Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lydia has a secret past.  She lives in Venice now and nobody there knows anything about her.  But, as always, the past has a way of catching up with you when you least expect it.  For Lydia, the past becomes the present twenty-eight years after leaving England.  It all starts with a glimpse of a face Lydia thought she would never see again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Raised partly by her parents, partly by her grandparents, but mostly by herself, Lydia does what she can to make life bearable for her and her sister, Valerie.  Not able to trust easily, Lydia has few friends and those friends she has suspect Lydia's life is not quite what she's letting on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Known for her beautiful romance novels, Erica James has taken a chance with this book and has written a cruel and heart-breaking account of a childhood nobody should have to endure and of a life spent trying to make it better.  As always, though, James has written a book you can't put down until you reach a happy ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-875209558301571181?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/875209558301571181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=875209558301571181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/875209558301571181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/875209558301571181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-it.html' title='Tell It To The Skies'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TEDsVMowFlI/AAAAAAAAAMU/kIis4dQ4jsI/s72-c/tell+it+to+the+skies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-288966129311327609</id><published>2010-07-11T22:15:00.002-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:56:27.003-02:30</updated><title type='text'>Evil in Carnations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDplsQwscoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n_PG9esqu5c/s1600/evil+in+carnations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDplsQwscoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n_PG9esqu5c/s400/evil+in+carnations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492814506619597442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published by Obsidian, an imprint of New American Library,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a division of Penguin group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First printing, February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abby Knight, owner of Bloomers Flower Shop, convinces her roommate, Nikki, to attend a speed dating event.  Nikki picks the smarmiest guy in the room and then kills him.  Well, that's what the police think.  So, Marco and Abby band together to try to get Nikki off the hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What I like most about this novel is that both Abby's and Marco's families play a role, which always brings a fun and interesting flavour to Collins' books.  I like the interaction of the main characters with their families and what that brings to the investigation, as well as the part the families play in the love lives of Abby and Marco.  Pure fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But, back to the mystery at hand.  Did Nikki really kill her date?  Or do Abby and Marco find the killer after investigating a wide array of suspects?  Once again, Collins has filled her novel with lots of juicy characters, a good plot, and a fun Abby and Marco storyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-288966129311327609?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/288966129311327609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=288966129311327609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/288966129311327609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/288966129311327609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/evil-in-carnations.html' title='Evil in Carnations'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDplsQwscoI/AAAAAAAAAMM/n_PG9esqu5c/s72-c/evil+in+carnations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-2254094466637655992</id><published>2010-07-11T21:34:00.009-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T22:10:23.856-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower shop'/><title type='text'>Shoots to Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDpcNDjvTyI/AAAAAAAAAME/oW925DLxjxE/s1600/shoots+to+kill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDpcNDjvTyI/AAAAAAAAAME/oW925DLxjxE/s400/shoots+to+kill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492804074895003426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Kate Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published by Obsidian, an imprint of New American Library,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First printing, August 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me just say upfront that this is by far my favourite Flower Shop Mystery (#7 in the series). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby Knight, owner of Bloomers Flower Shop, has her identity stolen and is a suspect in a murder investigation.  This was a brilliant plot by Collins and it had me intrigued from the first page because it was actually more than Abby's identity that was stolen, it was her life, her looks, and possibly her boyfriend, Marco Salvare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Besides the regular cast of characters - Lottie, Grace, Marco, Nikki, and Abby's parents - this book has two of the most interesting characters Collins has ever written:  siblings Elizabeth and Oliver Blume.  These characters are so well written they bring out a parade of emotions in the reader; you enjoy them, are irritated by them, feel sorry for them, wish something more for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While I wanted the mystery solved, I was sorry to come to the end of this book.  I was so caught up in the characters and what makes them tick that I could have read more.  If you only read one book in this series, read this one.  But, really, just read them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-2254094466637655992?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2254094466637655992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=2254094466637655992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2254094466637655992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2254094466637655992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/shoots-to-kill.html' title='Shoots to Kill'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDpcNDjvTyI/AAAAAAAAAME/oW925DLxjxE/s72-c/shoots+to+kill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-3884973457050284562</id><published>2010-07-11T12:24:00.009-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:30:31.927-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Rose From the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDnbsQi3wgI/AAAAAAAAALk/k6Jc10sJ460/s1600/a+rose+from+the+dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDnbsQi3wgI/AAAAAAAAALk/k6Jc10sJ460/s400/a+rose+from+the+dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492662773956985346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Kate Collins&lt;br /&gt;First published by Obsidian, an imprint of New American Library,&lt;br /&gt;a division of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;br /&gt;First printing, December 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby Knight is the owner of Bloomers Flower Shop.  She shares an apartment with her best friend, Nikki, and she dates PI hottie Marco Salvare.  How does a florist get involved in a criminal investigation?  In this episode of the Flower Shop Mysteries (#6 of the series), Bloomers has a booth at a funeral directors' convention.  A murder occurs and the police suspect Abby's friend, Delilah Dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing herself full tilt into the investigation to clear her friend's name, Abby gets herself mixed up with twin pranksters, an eco-warrior who believes in "green" burials, and a harpist who likes to record the sound of departing souls.  Of course, Marco is there every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way Collins always plays Abby and Marco off each other - the banter is realistic and you can see their love lives progress throughout the series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Abby's escapades usually take place around the court house square, this book takes place mostly at the funeral directors' convention.  Collins manages to make a convention about death an interesting place to  be and some well placed jokes and puns about the funeral industry in  general brought a smile to my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good plot with some interesting twists, lots of fun along the way, and another murder solved by Abby Knight (or was it Marco?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-3884973457050284562?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3884973457050284562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=3884973457050284562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3884973457050284562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3884973457050284562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/rose-from-dead.html' title='A Rose From the Dead'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TDnbsQi3wgI/AAAAAAAAALk/k6Jc10sJ460/s72-c/a+rose+from+the+dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5393670114228992401</id><published>2010-07-01T09:13:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:45:46.093-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Vintage Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCx_uTVoD1I/AAAAAAAAALc/nzjMHvsre8M/s1600/a+vintage+affair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCx_uTVoD1I/AAAAAAAAALc/nzjMHvsre8M/s400/a+vintage+affair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488902479299481426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Isabel Wolff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by HarperCollins Publishers Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First Canadian Edition 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After working in the textiles department at Sotheby's for a number of years, thirty-three-year-old Phoebe Swift decides to take her clothing expertise and open a vintage clothing shop.  Running the shop consumes all of Phoebe's time, which is fine by her as her personal life is a shambles - she's single again, her parents have divorced, and now Phoebe has a baby brother.  And she carries a huge, painful secret with her always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the course of viewing and purchasing vintage clothing for the shop, Phoebe meets Therese Bell, a woman in her eighties who carries her own huge, painful secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This book is so much more than meets the eye.  The cover has a romantic  feel, the tag line is full of romance, so you're fully prepared to read a lovely romance novel.  But the secrets these women hold, how their friendship develops, and how their secrets are finally revealed will keep you on the edge of your seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wolff's descriptions of the clothing in the book are exquisite; you can see every detail, every stitch, come to life.  But the personal stories of two women are what keep you turning the pages.  Well done, Ms. Wolff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5393670114228992401?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5393670114228992401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5393670114228992401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5393670114228992401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5393670114228992401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/07/vintage-affair.html' title='A Vintage Affair'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCx_uTVoD1I/AAAAAAAAALc/nzjMHvsre8M/s72-c/a+vintage+affair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-2273357896109205145</id><published>2010-06-29T11:14:00.007-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:47:18.038-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Acts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCoAGwWvCtI/AAAAAAAAALU/cSZAFfVmjSg/s1600/vanishing+acts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCoAGwWvCtI/AAAAAAAAALU/cSZAFfVmjSg/s400/vanishing+acts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488199211963845330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jodi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Simon and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schuster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Washington Square Press trade paperback edition November 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Vanishing Acts is a book of memory.  Is what we remember really what happened?  Are childhood memories really remembered or are they a mix of partial memory and stories we've been told?  If you were traumatised, would you remember?  Would you want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As usual, Jodi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; doesn't just engage our reading mind, she engages our questioning mind.  You simply cannot read one of her novels without bringing away a hundred questions and wondering what people you know would do if placed in the same situation as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Picoult's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This novel centres around Delia Hopkins, who works with her bloodhound to find missing persons.  The other characters revolve around Delia:  Eric, her fiance; Sophie, her 5-year-old daughter; Fitz, her lifelong friend; and Andrew, her father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Delia has memories she can never quite place, but she is forced to come face to face with them the day the police arrive at her door to make an arrest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We are taken from New Hampshire to Arizona via the court system never knowing which characters to trust or believe.  What you can believe is this is another Jodi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; page-turner from beginning to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-2273357896109205145?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2273357896109205145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=2273357896109205145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2273357896109205145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2273357896109205145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/vanishing-acts.html' title='Vanishing Acts'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCoAGwWvCtI/AAAAAAAAALU/cSZAFfVmjSg/s72-c/vanishing+acts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-121974049577604722</id><published>2010-06-25T10:35:00.007-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-25T11:17:37.131-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>It Must Be Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCSp9Jj3vuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/C7HYbJCftcE/s1600/it+must+be+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCSp9Jj3vuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/C7HYbJCftcE/s400/it+must+be+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486697114047594210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sharon Owens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Poolbeg Press Ltd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sarah Quinn is about to have a beautiful Christmas wedding at a Scottish manor owned by her fiance, Mackenzie Campbell.  All her friends envy her for snagging the gorgeous, older Mackenzie.  On the eve of the wedding, Sarah overhears Mackenzie talking to his best friend.  What she hears in this conversation prompts her to leave the manor in the middle of the night, eventually ending up at the Irish seaside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is where the book really picks up speed.  After all, small town life is invariably more interesting than city life; everybody knows everybody's business and the quirks of townspeople stand out far more than in a big city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Owens' storytelling style is straightforward; no  time-shifting, no extraneous information to divert from the story, and  in an easy-to-read manner.  While this novel is billed as a romance (and  there's lots of it), there are also other stories to draw you in -  drugs, crime, a bit of a mystery and, believe it or not, even a fetish  thrown in for good measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Perhaps my favourite characters in this book are Sarah's parents, Agatha and Richard.  Owens gives them the best comedic lines and I had more than a few chuckles whilst enjoying sentences such as this description of Agatha's disapproval of a matter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Mrs Quinn pursed her lips until she could have fitted them through the eye of a needle."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Owens pulls a lot of characters into this book, but she gives each one a good storyline, one story weaving into the next, with satisfactory resolutions to all stories at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-121974049577604722?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/121974049577604722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=121974049577604722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/121974049577604722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/121974049577604722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-must-be-love.html' title='It Must Be Love'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCSp9Jj3vuI/AAAAAAAAAK8/C7HYbJCftcE/s72-c/it+must+be+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7222193723530738345</id><published>2010-06-23T16:56:00.009-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:08:55.435-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monastery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nunnery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medieval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cathedral'/><title type='text'>World Without End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCJhM-_FA0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/T5h6dMW5rzA/s1600/world+without+end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCJhM-_FA0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/T5h6dMW5rzA/s400/world+without+end.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486054171784577858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Ken Follett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Penguin Group (USA) Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First printing, October 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;There is nothing like a good saga to keep a reader riveted to the story to the very end.  At just over a thousand pages the ending to this novel was a long time coming, but every word brings you further and further absorbed into the world of the four main characters - Caris, Merthin, Gwenda, and Ralph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The book jacket sets up the story rather nicely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"On the day after Halloween, in the year 1327, four children slip away from the cathedral city of Kingsbridge.  They are a thief, a bully, a boy genius, and a girl who wants to be a doctor.  In the forest they see two men killed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;World Without End does not pick up where Pillars of the Earth finished.  It is now two hundred years later and, while the central characters have changed, the setting is still fictional Kingsbridge, England, where nuns and monks and townspeople vie for control of the city and all that happens in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As in Pillars, Follett spends a great deal of time explaining medieval architecture, from bridges, to churches, to hospitals.  It's extremely interesting and the story wouldn't be complete without it; it is an insight into how various guilds came into being and to how the style of architecture changed over time and from one country to the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The real story, however, lies with the characters - Caris, who has always wanted to be a doctor; brothers Merthin and Ralph, one who wants to become a knight and one who actually becomes one; poor Gwenda who can never seem to fight her way out of poverty; and the nuns and monks of Kingsbridge.  There are wars, plagues, greed, revenge, and religious in-fighting, and through it all a city grows, lovers meet and part, lives begin and end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As I said, this novel is a saga.  Be prepared to spend some time reading it, then be prepared to miss it when it's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7222193723530738345?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7222193723530738345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7222193723530738345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7222193723530738345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7222193723530738345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-without-end.html' title='World Without End'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TCJhM-_FA0I/AAAAAAAAAK0/T5h6dMW5rzA/s72-c/world+without+end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5347172403724478017</id><published>2010-06-15T16:58:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-15T17:25:21.256-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courthouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal terminology'/><title type='text'>Theodore Boone, Kid Lawyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TBfUzqaqAhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sRm1Ht-66K4/s1600/theodore+boone,+kid+lawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TBfUzqaqAhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sRm1Ht-66K4/s400/theodore+boone,+kid+lawyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483085055371379218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By John Grisham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Dutton Children's Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a division of Penguin Young Readers Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;May 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of Penguin Group (Canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Theodore Boone is going to be the new hero for every young reader out there.  He's smart, funny, studies hard, and dispenses legal advice to his schoolmates.  Theo has picked up most of his legal knowledge from his parents (both of whom are lawyers) and from spending his free time hanging out at the courthouse chatting about legal cases with judges, lawyers, secretaries, and bailiffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Grisham has taken his legal expertise and given it all to this character - and it works.  Theo doesn't come off as a 13-year-old know-it-all, but as someone who has a real interest in law and who genuinely likes to help his schoolmates.  His legal limits are tested, however, when he is drawn into a murder trial after acquiring knowledge about the accused from a witness who is reluctant to come forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Using a clear and concise style to explain somewhat complicated American legal terminology to young readers, Grisham has hit the mark with a good mixture of drama, intrigue, and suspense.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the perfect book for young teens.  Even the well-past-it teens will enjoy it.  I happily await Theo's next case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5347172403724478017?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5347172403724478017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5347172403724478017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5347172403724478017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5347172403724478017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/theodore-boone-kid-lawyer.html' title='Theodore Boone, Kid Lawyer'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TBfUzqaqAhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/sRm1Ht-66K4/s72-c/theodore+boone,+kid+lawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5806851866794991810</id><published>2010-06-11T11:38:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:10:32.921-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manifesto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><title type='text'>My Fair Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TBJD6SheEnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aj_3lPxZrq4/s1600/my+fair+lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TBJD6SheEnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aj_3lPxZrq4/s400/my+fair+lazy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481518365147009650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Jen Lancaster&lt;br /&gt;Published by New American Library&lt;br /&gt;a division of Penguin Group&lt;br /&gt;First Printing May 2010&lt;br /&gt;ARC courtesy of Penguin Group (Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full title of this book:  My Fair Lazy, A Memoir, One Reality Television Addict's Attempt to Discover If Not Being a Dumb Ass is the New Black, or a  Culture-Up Manifesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no substance to this book; it's snarky instead of humourous.  The constant use of footnotes is annoying as they only serve to add a sarcastic remark to an already sarcastic sentence.  This style of writing is good for short pieces (i.e. a blog post or a short story) but is grating when faced with an entire novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly Lancaster is fun in real-life, but she comes across as a real pain in this memoir and I couldn't take any more of her life past page 155.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Lancaster succeed in her quest to experience new cultural horizons and improve her interactions with human beings?  I don't know, because I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5806851866794991810?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5806851866794991810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5806851866794991810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5806851866794991810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5806851866794991810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-fair-lazy.html' title='My Fair Lazy'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TBJD6SheEnI/AAAAAAAAAKk/aj_3lPxZrq4/s72-c/my+fair+lazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-261841600363446937</id><published>2010-06-05T22:16:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:13:22.690-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vatican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilogy'/><title type='text'>California Demon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TArwN6dfIZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bFYA5UJnKoE/s1600/california+demon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TArwN6dfIZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bFYA5UJnKoE/s400/california+demon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479456018471526802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Julie Kenner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;June 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My name is Kate Connor, and I'm a Demon Hunter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thus begins our love affair with Kate, her family, her friends, husband number one (who is dead), demons, and the damned.  Yes, Kate hunts demons; she manages to fit it in between volunteering at the old-age home, raising two kids, and helping her husband with his political campaign.  She works for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Forza Scura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, which is a secret arm of the Vatican (and which is probably more thoroughly explained in the first book of the demon-hunting soccer mom series, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Carpe Demon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;).  Although this is the second book in the series, it was quite easy to pick up the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In this episode, Kate discovers a mysterious demon book with blank pages, fights off demons who want their book returned, tries to control her boy-crazy daughter, and gets strange vibes off the new teacher at the high school.  The fight scenes are exciting (who knew the damage you could do with a knife and some holy water?) and show the depths of Kenner's research into various methods of self-defence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I picked up this book based on Kenner's Codebreaker Trilogy which I couldn't put down and foisted upon everyone I knew who could read, so I was pretty sure this was going to be a series I would like.  If you like ass-kicking, demon-hunting, family-loving soccer moms, this is a series for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-261841600363446937?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/261841600363446937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=261841600363446937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/261841600363446937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/261841600363446937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/california-demon.html' title='California Demon'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TArwN6dfIZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bFYA5UJnKoE/s72-c/california+demon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5635221152948802665</id><published>2010-06-04T12:58:00.009-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-04T21:09:18.760-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Love Verb'/><title type='text'>Promises to Keep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAkf_xkuhiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jiJPWl8D3PI/s1600/promises+to+keep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAkf_xkuhiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jiJPWl8D3PI/s400/promises+to+keep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478945602172519970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAkcAMm7M9I/AAAAAAAAAKM/kcRznWi5GKQ/s1600/promises+to+keep.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Jane Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Available 05 June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARC courtesy of Penguin Group (Canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jane Green's new novel is different from her other novels for two reasons.  One, it is infused with recipes and, two, it made me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The recipes tie in nicely with Steffi's storyline; she is a vegan chef who, at thirty-three, has yet to find a permanent job (or a permanent lifestyle, for that matter).  Food also plays a fitting role in the book as a nice backdrop to the moods of the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Steffi's sister, Callie, is a forty-three-year-old photographer, mother of two, with a husband and lifestyle most of us would envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;While the book centres around Steffi and Callie, Green - as always - makes the lives of the minor characters just as interesting, introducing them and then deftly weaving their stories with Steffi's and Callie's until we see the whole picture.  I was completely smitten with Callie's best friend, Lila.  Lila is one of the best characters Green has ever written; she is  humourous, self-aware, and straightforward, and Green has used all those traits to perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like the UK title for this book - The Love Verb - much better because this book is all about love.  Whether it be parental love, married love, best friend love, sisterly love, or a love that is taken, Green brings to light what it takes to give and receive love in the most difficult of circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Only Jane Green can keep me up at night, laughing, crying, and enjoying the kind of book only she can write.  Run out and buy this book, and then say goodbye to those you know for a few days because you won't want to be interrupted while you read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5635221152948802665?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5635221152948802665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5635221152948802665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5635221152948802665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5635221152948802665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/promises-to-keep.html' title='Promises to Keep'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAkf_xkuhiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jiJPWl8D3PI/s72-c/promises+to+keep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6407627100566396749</id><published>2010-06-01T15:41:00.010-02:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:21:14.495-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finishing school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='royalty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debutante'/><title type='text'>Her Royal Spyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAVNyCqtbpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_Kco2va1QbQ/s1600/her+royal+spyness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAVNyCqtbpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_Kco2va1QbQ/s400/her+royal+spyness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477870043870883474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Rhys Bowen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Berkley Prime Crime mass-market edition / July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If I were twenty-one in 1932, who would I want for a best friend?  Lady Victoria Georgiana Charlotte Eugenie, daughter of the late Duke of Glen Garry and Rannoch, granddaughter of the least attractive of Queen Victoria's daughters, half-sister to Hamish (present Duke of Glen Garry and Rannoch), thirty-fourth in line to the throne - known to her friends as Georgie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Times are tough in 1932 and Georgie's brother Hamish (called Binky) has cut off Georgie's allowance.  Living in a Scottish castle with Binky and Fig (Binky's snooty spouse), Georgie decides to move to the family house in London and see what she can do to support herself.  She's really not prepared for much in the way of employment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I, meanwhile, had been shipped off to finishing school in Switzerland, where I was having a spiffing time mixing with the naughty daughters of the rich and famous.  We learned passably good French and precious little else except how to give dinner parties, play the piano, and walk with good posture."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Once in London,  Georgie soon gets herself reacquainted with some old friends from the finishing school, and they don't always lead her down the respectable path expected of a Lady.  Throw in Georgie's various jobs, an attempt at blackmail, a dead body in the bathtub, a much-married mother, and a rather roguish (though handsome) Irish peer, and you've got a delightful novel.  And - I almost forgot - the Queen would like Georgie to spy on the married lover of the Prince  of Wales.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Overall, Georgie is a smart, witty, enjoyable character in a smart, witty, enjoyable book.  I'm looking forward to reading more of this series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6407627100566396749?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6407627100566396749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6407627100566396749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6407627100566396749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6407627100566396749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/06/her-royal-spyness.html' title='Her Royal Spyness'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAVNyCqtbpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_Kco2va1QbQ/s72-c/her+royal+spyness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-170188012128481949</id><published>2010-05-30T21:59:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-30T22:29:34.105-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cape Breton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giller Prize'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>The Bishop's Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAMD100McjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qPN2NTHStw8/s1600/the+bishop%27s+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAMD100McjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qPN2NTHStw8/s400/the+bishop%27s+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477225795058168370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Linden MacIntyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Random House Canada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Bishop's Man is a novel both engrossing and  frustrating.  The story is told through Father Duncan MacAskill and  centres around his life as the priest who other priests hate to see  coming; the priest sent by the bishop to make priests who are caught up  in any kind of scandal - sexual or otherwise - disappear.  That's the  engrossing bit.  The frustrating bit is the constant time-shifting  MacIntyre employs in order to tell MacAskill's story.  It's summer, it's  winter, he's old, he's young, he's in Honduras, he's in Toronto, he's  in Cape Breton.  Enough already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;The book  gets off to a slow start and if I hadn't been reading this for a book  club, I probably would have stopped a few chapters in.  But  perseverance pays off.  MacAskill's decline into alcoholism and mental  despair was exceptionally well-written.  In fact, MacIntyre's tone  throughout made you feel the isolation of the parish, the sadness of  those touched by sexual abuse, and the loneliness of a man who dreams of  experiencing life outside the priesthood.  MacIntyre stepped away from  writing graphic scenes of sexual abuse, and he didn't need to - you  hated the perpetrators and felt the pain of the victims anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MacAskill performed his priestly duties for the bishop, but not without  questioning the actions of the church and, eventually, himself.  There  are moments when you despise him, moments when you tolerate him, and  moments when you wish he would stop being tormented and find peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I  liked this book although it left me feeling quite hollow. Whether that was the intention of the author or not was one of the topics covered by the Bool Club (that's not a typo...long story).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Out of the four females involved in today's discussion, I was the only person who liked the book.  Booler CB liked it well enough, but I don't think it topped her list of books to recommend to friends; Booler NS didn't like the book; and Booler PC couldn't find it in her heart to even finish it.  So, there were some diverse opinions floating around.  All agreed, however, on the overall bleakness of the story - setting a novel about sexual abuse, suicide, and religion against a backdrop of dead-of-winter Cape Breton was downright depressing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Bishop's Man won the 2009 Giller Prize.  While the majority of the Bool Club wouldn't recommend this novel, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-170188012128481949?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/170188012128481949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=170188012128481949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/170188012128481949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/170188012128481949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/bishops-man.html' title='The Bishop&apos;s Man'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/TAMD100McjI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/qPN2NTHStw8/s72-c/the+bishop%27s+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-4585788264565510998</id><published>2010-05-27T10:07:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-27T10:36:04.950-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food channel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_5nhWYTdmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/W3JNGskh2Uk/s1600/comfort+food.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_5nhWYTdmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/W3JNGskh2Uk/s400/comfort+food.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475928019569964642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Kate Jacobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Berkley Trade Paperback Edition /April 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cooking show host Gus Simpson has two daughters, two cats, a best friend, and a nineteen-room manor house.  Sounds dull.  What if I said fifty-year-old cooking show host Gus Simpson is on the verge of losing her long-running TV series unless she teams up with Spanish hottie (former beauty queen and aspiring TV host) Carmen Vega?  What if those two daughters are still dealing with unexplored feelings from their father's death more than ten years earlier?  What if Gus' next-door neighbour and BFF spent her days hiding from her past?  Sounds way more intriguing, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jacobs builds a lovely story about family, friends, love, and career, all centered around a cooking channel show, with a behind-the-scenes insight into how these shows are filmed, and how food - as always - brings everyone together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's not a complicated story, but I read it swiftly and missed it when I wasn't reading it.  This novel was exactly what it said it was - Comfort Food.&lt;/span&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/6368575290039958666-4585788264565510998?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4585788264565510998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=4585788264565510998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4585788264565510998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4585788264565510998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_5nhWYTdmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/W3JNGskh2Uk/s72-c/comfort+food.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6530099303029063644</id><published>2010-05-24T09:52:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:48:23.831-02:30</updated><title type='text'>A Dubious Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_p8i2hi63I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7PJV23iQBP4/s1600/a+dubious+legacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_p8i2hi63I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7PJV23iQBP4/s400/a+dubious+legacy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474825235215870834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Mary Wesley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Black Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Originally published in Great Britain by Bantam Press, 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The synopsis on the back of this novel is what intrigued me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Henry brought his new bride, Margaret, to Cotteshaw in 1944.  On the threshold she gave him a black eye and went straight to bed where she remained, apart from the occasional malevolent outburst, for the rest of her life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With a wife in bed, what does Henry do for entertainment?  He invites friends for dinner, sleeps around, hangs out with the gay couple down the road, brings his dogs everywhere, never gets over his first love.  It all sounds like a bit of a comedy, yet it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the books main characters - Antonia and Barbara - are introduced early on and Wesley makes it easy for the reader to get caught up in their lives as they evolve from the greenest of girls to married middle-aged women, their lives constantly intersecting with Henry's and Margaret's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I like Wesley's style, particularly the fact that she doesn't dumb down any of her books - if you don't understand it, she's not explaining it to you.  She uses a vocabulary now considered old-fashioned or too cumbersome, but these words are what give her characters their depth and what sets Wesley apart from many other writers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mary Wesley once commented that her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"chief claim to fame is arrested development, getting my first novel published at the age of seventy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.  From all accounts, Wesley led a fascinating life, which left her with lots to draw on for writing her novels (see this Wikipedia article for more  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://bit.ly/18w4bw"&gt;http://bit.ly/18w4bw &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A Dubious Legacy is sophisticated, sexy, and funny.  Another fine book from the Mary Wesley library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6530099303029063644?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6530099303029063644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6530099303029063644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6530099303029063644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6530099303029063644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/dubious-legacy.html' title='A Dubious Legacy'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_p8i2hi63I/AAAAAAAAAJE/7PJV23iQBP4/s72-c/a+dubious+legacy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-2643944426045448018</id><published>2010-05-19T19:46:00.004-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:15:59.994-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manhattan society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twentieth century'/><title type='text'>Rumors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_Rj8i2Oi2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HZYdzmLGGoo/s1600/rumors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_Rj8i2Oi2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HZYdzmLGGoo/s400/rumors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473109338959547234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Anna Godbersen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by HarperCollins Publishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First paperback edition, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rumors is a Luxe novel; which is to say it is part of a series of books that centres around Manhattan society at the turn of the twentieth century.  While I'm sure I am well out of the age range meant to be targeted by these books, I am totally caught up in them and look forward to reading the next book in the series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rumors picks up where the first book in the series - The Luxe - left off.  I won't tell you where that is because if you haven't read the first book, I don't want to be the one to spoil it for you.  However, the book continues with the same flare for gossipy girls, snooty heiresses, ill-mannered boys, and interfering servants, all of which make for some interesting and unforeseen plot twists.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure part of the fun of writing about socialites during this time period is what this era allows you to do; suspense can be drawn on the strength of a note passed from one grand house to another (via servants, of course) - no texting, no phoning, no emailing - and the tension in awaiting a reply can be unbearable.  And, of course, a lady has a strict code of conduct to live by, which means everything forbidden is that much more exciting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;These books are well written with a good main storyline to draw you in.  Many thanks to my niece who generously loaned me the first two books in the series.  Be warned, sweet niece, I'm on my way over for more!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-2643944426045448018?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/2643944426045448018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=2643944426045448018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2643944426045448018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/2643944426045448018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/rumors.html' title='Rumors'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S_Rj8i2Oi2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/HZYdzmLGGoo/s72-c/rumors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8705900666043971581</id><published>2010-05-15T23:15:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T23:51:40.134-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demented'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>You Better Not Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S-9O37fyNcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QKvCZfgKg9w/s1600/you+better+not+cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S-9O37fyNcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QKvCZfgKg9w/s400/you+better+not+cry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471678795049219522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Augusten Burroughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by St. Martin's Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you've read anything by Augusten Burroughs, you know he's led a fantastical, demented life.  I don't always believe everything he writes, but I certainly enjoy his writing style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In this book of short stories for Christmas, Burroughs made me laugh out loud, shake my head in disbelief, and catch my breath at the beauty of his writing.  How much love do you carry for one single person in your life that will make you write:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because he will grip you by the shoulders and wrench you around and he will bring his bristly mouth to yours and blow stars down your throat until you are so full of light."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;On the other hand, the first story - which details Burrough's childhood confusion of Jesus and Santa had me roaring with laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With respect to the messed-up messages of watching Christmas shows on television:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...Jesus brings presents to all the poor, foreign, and crippled children and Santa brings presents to the regular children, like me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And explaining his confusion to his grandmother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"But then I heard this song called, 'Here Comes Santa Claus' and it goes, 'Hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'cause Santa Claus comes tonight,' and I realized, 'say your prayers' means they are the same person.  It's just that, most of the year, Jesus is naked except for his little rag and his thorn hat and then on Christmas, he puts on his good red suit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To put it in text-messaging parlance - LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Write more books, Augusten Burroughs (and send them all directly to me)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-8705900666043971581?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8705900666043971581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8705900666043971581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8705900666043971581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8705900666043971581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-better-not-cry.html' title='You Better Not Cry'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S-9O37fyNcI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QKvCZfgKg9w/s72-c/you+better+not+cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-3367398691704157102</id><published>2010-05-14T20:00:00.005-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:55:04.652-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time shifting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisterhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ancient times'/><title type='text'>My Name Is Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S-3Pbb-UaAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRNnjfiLmfI/s1600/my+name+is+memory.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S-3Pbb-UaAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRNnjfiLmfI/s400/my+name+is+memory.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257192597579778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Ann Brashares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;June 2010&lt;br /&gt;ARC courtesy of Penguin Group (Canada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was really looking forward to reading this book.  I read and thoroughly enjoyed the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants series and I couldn't wait to throw myself into this new book billed as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The story of a love that lasts more than a lifetime"&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daniel and Sophia have met and fallen in love at various points throughout history.  The book begins in 2004 when Daniel and Sophia are in high school.  Daniel recognises Sophia (now Lucy), but Sophia only begins to have memories of Daniel at the Senior Ball, the last event of their high school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After that, I pretty much stopped reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The portions of Daniel describing his past lives and "memory' are tedious and I started to skip over them around page 68.  Time shifting is not something I like at the best of times, but this was poorly done and rather preachy in tone.  I gave up any hope of finishing this book at page 111.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The first two pages were skilfully written and set the book up rather nicely for what could have been an interesting and fascinating story.  It's hard to fall in love with a love story when your attention is diverted by badly written time warps.  We already know Daniel realises he has been born many times over.  The stronger part of the story was Lucy getting in touch with her past lives, but there was so much going on in the book, I stopped caring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-3367398691704157102?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3367398691704157102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=3367398691704157102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3367398691704157102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3367398691704157102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-name-is-memory.html' title='My Name Is Memory'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S-3Pbb-UaAI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sRNnjfiLmfI/s72-c/my+name+is+memory.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-3814256043569986729</id><published>2010-05-02T13:50:00.008-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-06T21:38:53.628-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women authors'/><title type='text'>Scottish Girls About Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S92pEnsDjRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K8DfK4OEgxo/s1600/scottish+girls+about+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S92pEnsDjRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K8DfK4OEgxo/s400/scottish+girls+about+town.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466711419535985938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Jenny Colgan, Isla Dewar, Muriel Gray, and sixteen other Scottish women authors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Downtown Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Originally published in Great Britain and Ireland in 2003 by Pocket Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As with the other "About Town" books (Irish Girls About Town, American Girls About Town, and Irish Girls are Back in Town), Scottish Girls About Town is a compilation of short stories by many authors, with the proceeds of each book going to various UK charities.  A splendid idea, and an excellent way to introduce readers to new authors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Personally, I bought this book because I am a huge fan of Isla Dewar and this was a way to get my hands on something else she's written.  In the Garden of Mrs. Pink is a wonderful short story set in 1972 Edinburgh.  Abby is ten years old and her summer days are spent with ailing Grandpa Mac, who lives with Abby and her mother.  Abby's mom is a widow who works her fingers to the bone trying to keep a roof over their heads and, in Abby's view, has ignored Abby.  So, off Abby goes to find neighbourhood adventures and finds herself quite often chatting with a garden gnome in the garden of Mrs. Pink.  Beautifully written, Dewar leads us through Abby's eye-opening summer where she meets Mrs. Pink and begins to understand her mother's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Other stories of note:  FriendsRevisited.Com by Carmen Reid, Crossroads by Manda Scott, A True Romance by Shari Low, A Mixed Blessing by Aline Templeton, and Private Habits of Highly Effective Women by Abigail Bosanko.  The other stories ranged from so-so to so poorly written that I didn't even finish reading them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As mentioned, this book is a great way to check out authors you have never read, and I did find a few whose novels I'll be purchasing.  All in all, this is a good book for those who like short stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-3814256043569986729?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3814256043569986729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=3814256043569986729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3814256043569986729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3814256043569986729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/scottish-girls-about-town.html' title='Scottish Girls About Town'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S92pEnsDjRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/K8DfK4OEgxo/s72-c/scottish+girls+about+town.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6768436222548376663</id><published>2010-05-01T20:15:00.006-02:30</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:51:55.045-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chocolat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montmartre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>The Lollipop Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S9yvcfKMm_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Qxfn0j1zBso/s1600/the+lollipop+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S9yvcfKMm_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Qxfn0j1zBso/s400/the+lollipop+shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466436951656406002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Joanne Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Black Swan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published in 2007 by Doubleday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Lollipop Shoes is a sequel to Chocolat, one of Joanne Harris' yummiest books.  Generally, I find sequels to be a huge disappointment.  For the most part, I think sequels are written only as a way for the author to make a few more dollars off a wildly popular book and they can never measure up to the original.  I was pretty sure Harris would only write a sequel because of her love for her characters and I think I was right.  Past characters were instantly brought back to life and I felt as though I had finished reading Chocolat only yesterday, which is pretty good seeing as I read it back in 2002.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The story resumes in Montmartre, where Vianne Rocher and her family are now living above - where else? - a chocolaterie.  Vianne has changed since we last met.  In an effort to be ordinary, she has given up her cantrips and potions and convinces herself and Anouk that portions of their past lives didn't occur and that there is no such thing as magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Zozie de l'Alba is introduced on page one of this novel and by page two we know she is bad news.  Zozie's life intersects with Vianne's in a page-turner filled with witchcraft, suspense, heartbreak and, of course, chocolate.  The ending, as usual, turns on the changing wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Another exceptional book from Joanne Harris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6768436222548376663?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6768436222548376663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6768436222548376663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6768436222548376663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6768436222548376663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/05/lollipop-shoes.html' title='The Lollipop Shoes'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S9yvcfKMm_I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Qxfn0j1zBso/s72-c/the+lollipop+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-383958535430323817</id><published>2010-04-13T17:01:00.007-02:30</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:24:55.457-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocaine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NA'/><title type='text'>Nice Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S8THD-pnYBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EFJOvrw4TFM/s1600/nice+recovery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S8THD-pnYBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EFJOvrw4TFM/s400/nice+recovery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459707519450963986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Susan Juby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Penguin Group (Canada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nice Recovery" is Susan Juby's memoir of her addictions.  Beginning at age fourteen, Juby embarks on a young-adult journey into alcoholism, shoplifting, fist-fighting, drugs, and smoking (as opposed to her previous life of reading, dressage, and being a typical pre-teen misfit).  She tells her story with what appears to me to be a lot of truth and without a lot of holding back; when she was bad, she was bad.  I enjoy her writing style and knew I would like her when I read these lines in the preface:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"If telling these stories about addiction and recovery helps one person, it will have been worth it.  Just please don't sic the accuracy police on me.  I've done the best I can with the tattered remnants of my abused memory.  I remember enough."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Juby writes of very bad times indeed - drunken blackouts, being beaten, waking up in strange places, being kicked out of college.  But she tempers the seriousness of her life with a finely-placed sense of humour, letting us laugh without losing sight of how crap her life actually was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where she did lose me, though, was at Part III.  This is where Juby stops sharing her life (the memoir) and starts writing an entirely different book on how treatment centres work and how AA and NA meetings are run.  All good information, I'm sure, but I didn't want to read it - I wanted to read more of Juby's life and recovery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All in all, however, a well-written, revealing memoir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-383958535430323817?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/383958535430323817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=383958535430323817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/383958535430323817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/383958535430323817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/04/nice-recovery.html' title='Nice Recovery'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S8THD-pnYBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EFJOvrw4TFM/s72-c/nice+recovery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7222522985611338022</id><published>2010-04-09T17:17:00.008-02:30</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:38:20.487-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josephine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonaparte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gulland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trilogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Napoleon'/><title type='text'>The Last Great Dance On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S7-E6Gi9X3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/IiPYZx0WABA/s1600/the+last+great+dance+on+earth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S7-E6Gi9X3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/IiPYZx0WABA/s400/the+last+great+dance+on+earth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458227407120850802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sandra Gulland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Headline Book Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published 2001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The Last Great Dance On Earth is a work of fiction based on (and inspired by) the extraordinary life of Josephine Bonaparte."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This, the last book in the Josephine trilogy, had me sobbing throughout.  What a life!  What a power!  What a woman!  I'm almost at a loss for words.  I've always enjoyed historical fiction, but what made this book so spectacular for me was the fact that I was unaware of a huge portion of the history that surrounded the Bonaparte family.  The wars are written about in great detail; not just the physical, geographical wars, but the warring within the Bonaparte family.  How Napoleon and Josephine managed to stay together as long as they did with the likes of Napoleon's family plotting against them at every turn is astonishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gulland writes these books using Josephine's voice and does such an outstanding job that you feel Josephine's every pain, every worry, and every moment of happiness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is such a well-written book that, even though you know how it ends, you read it with a lump in your throat and an eagerness to find out what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Sandra Gulland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7222522985611338022?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7222522985611338022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7222522985611338022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7222522985611338022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7222522985611338022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-great-dance-on-earth.html' title='The Last Great Dance On Earth'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S7-E6Gi9X3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/IiPYZx0WABA/s72-c/the+last+great+dance+on+earth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6137201710439226149</id><published>2010-03-30T14:39:00.014-02:30</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:36:10.826-02:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='upper class'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Champagne D&apos;Vyne'/><title type='text'>Beautiful People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S7IyKSOCP0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/wEqNq4QqH74/s1600/beautiful+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S7IyKSOCP0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/wEqNq4QqH74/s400/beautiful+people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454477250969878338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Wendy Holden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Headline Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published in 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is the tenth book written by Wendy Holden.  This is the ninth book I have read by Wendy Holden (I can't seem to get hold of "Gossip Hound").  Holden's style of chick-lit is mixed with social commentary, an exaggeration of the British upper class, and character names that crack me up (Champagne D'Vyne, Totty Ponsonby-Pratt, Hugh Faugh, Venetia Bothamley-Tartt).  She is snarky, hilarious, and able to put together a good story from a cast of thousands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Beautiful People" is a mixture of Hollywood agents, actors, directors, British MPs, nannies, and adorable children.  No wonder the book is 695 pages!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In Hollywood, the biggest movie of all time, "Galaxia", is about to be made.  Actors need to be hired which, of course, involves more than just acting ability.  Who is hot right now, who is thin right now, are things to be considered.  In Britain, nannies need to be hired to take care of children for the upper classes.  This requires not so much a degree in child care as it does a connection to the Lords of the Realm; the more prestigious your nanny, the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As all the beautiful people intermingle, an interesting story unfolds of how people are treated differently based on their looks, their weight, and their accents.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Told with all the sarcasm and snide remarks she can muster, Holden takes us from Hollywood, to the UK, to Italy, all the while making us wonder why the beautiful people of the world really are treated differently from the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6137201710439226149?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6137201710439226149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6137201710439226149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6137201710439226149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6137201710439226149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-people.html' title='Beautiful People'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S7IyKSOCP0I/AAAAAAAAAH0/wEqNq4QqH74/s72-c/beautiful+people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-3994369727786762765</id><published>2010-03-10T20:23:00.006-03:30</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:50:08.789-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='producer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mascot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firefighter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deejay'/><title type='text'>The One-Week Job Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S5gxaV7ry1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jRcSjp5Gs_o/s1600-h/the+one-week+job+project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S5gxaV7ry1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jRcSjp5Gs_o/s400/the+one-week+job+project.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447158077938453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sean Aiken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So, what do you do for a job when you don't know what to do for a job?  If you're Sean Aiken you decide to try fifty-two jobs in one year.  Like the book says one man, one year, fifty-two jobs.  This is how Aiken believes he will discover his passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;For the most part, the book is fun - Aiken outlines each of the fifty-two jobs and where he travelled to get them.  Among other jobs, he was the mascot for the Washington Capitals, a yoga instructor, a film producer, a firefighter, a radio deejay.  Some stats:  during the fifty-two weeks he travelled 46,685 miles, hitchhiked 17 times, received 204 job offers, and had 24 plane trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Aiken takes a friendly approach with the reader; like he's sitting in your living room telling you about his travels.  What makes Aiken and the book even more likeable is his willingness to tell you about his personal life along the way.  To me, this was possibly the more interesting part of the book.  Sure, I wanted to know about the types of jobs he took on, but I also wanted to know how he felt about each job, the friends he made along the way, and how this quest impacted him personally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Did Aiken find his passion?  What's he doing now?  How did his personal life turn out?  I make it a practice not to run a spoiler site.  You'll have to buy the book yourself and check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-3994369727786762765?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/3994369727786762765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=3994369727786762765' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3994369727786762765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/3994369727786762765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-week-job-project.html' title='The One-Week Job Project'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S5gxaV7ry1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/jRcSjp5Gs_o/s72-c/the+one-week+job+project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-4792744091853188874</id><published>2010-03-09T12:43:00.007-03:30</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:28:28.700-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real estate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-lit'/><title type='text'>Love Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S5Z0CNAlknI/AAAAAAAAAHU/T7tr_TKv2C4/s1600-h/love+nest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S5Z0CNAlknI/AAAAAAAAAHU/T7tr_TKv2C4/s400/love+nest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446668380551877234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Julia Llewellyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;April 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's start at the same place the book does - the prelude.  I thought this was the set-up for the book; however, it only set up one story and that story turned out to be the least interesting of the book.  Grace is at her mother's funeral and learns she has to sell the family home.  But wait, Grace is lonely (because she is fat); she had a poisonous relationship with her mother (because she is fat); she has low self-esteem (because she is fat); everyone looks down on her (because she is fat).  Cliched, to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But, that particular storyline aside, Llewellyn has written a good book of buying and selling real estate and the stories of the families involved in the transactions.  Grace doesn't want to sell her childhood home in the country,  Chadlicote Manor, but Karen's husband, Phil, is desperate for it after battling with cancer and wanting to make a fresh start.  Gemma and Alex want Karen and Phil's home because they want to start a family and feel a home just outside London would be better than Phil's bachelor flat.  Up and coming rock star, Nick, wants the bachelor flat and plans to buy it without telling his long-time girlfriend so he can dump her as soon as the sale goes through.  Lucinda is the real estate agent who wants to work at her wealthy father's business but has to prove to her father she has the business skills to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All in all, in the great realm of chick-lit, this is a good book.  The stories are interesting, one story flows seamlessly into another, and the balance of love and hate the reader feels toward the characters is in good proportion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Recommended for all those who are looking for something a little bit different in the field of women's literature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-4792744091853188874?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4792744091853188874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=4792744091853188874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4792744091853188874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4792744091853188874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-nest.html' title='Love Nest'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S5Z0CNAlknI/AAAAAAAAAHU/T7tr_TKv2C4/s72-c/love+nest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-7518245771151100575</id><published>2010-02-28T17:35:00.010-03:30</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:46:32.069-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Famous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chart Throb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elton'/><title type='text'>Blind Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4ra_3_Hy3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/OJyKonBurTg/s1600-h/blind+faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4ra_3_Hy3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/OJyKonBurTg/s400/blind+faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443403890525981554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Ben Elton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Transworld Publishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Black Swan edition published 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What if everyone in the world behaved as if they were on a reality TV show?  Would we have an egocentric culture?  What if religious intolerance were thrown in?  What if everyone was forced to think as a group and not have an ounce of independent thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I hate, hate, HATE this world Ben Elton has created.  I suspect that's why he created it - to show us how easy it is to slip into a world where religious fervor is right and non-believers are wrong; where group thought is good and independent thought is bad; where every move is recorded and watched by your neighbours, your co-workers, strangers.  There are parts of this book that made my stomach churn, and parts that made me angry, and parts that made me indignant, and parts that made me want to smack some heads together.  This book brought on a lot of emotion, but it's a book that made me think, as well.  How far are we from actually inhabiting this type of world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Trafford Sewell is a thinking man in a non-thinking world.  Set in the future, the world as we know it has experienced a flood (caused by either global warming or sent by God to rid the world of "Humanists").  Trafford doesn't accept the conditions he is forced to live in - a sweating, half-naked mass of humanity trapped in an over-populated, flooded London, where child mortality is high due to cholera, mumps, and measles (and the fact the Temple dictates that childhood vaccinations are an attempt to undercut God's will).  In his attempt to find reason in an unreasonable place, Trafford discovers an existence beyond his expectations, but it's a secret, illegal existence that must be kept from the all-knowing eyes and ears of the Temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Elton has produced a story that seems a ridiculous concept, but you find yourself wondering how close we really are to this type of reality.  How many of us would take a stand for something we believe in?  Would it be easier to just go with the flow?  Like I said, Elton makes you question yourself and your beliefs with this novel.  I'll be a while yet trying to find the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-7518245771151100575?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/7518245771151100575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=7518245771151100575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7518245771151100575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/7518245771151100575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/02/blind-faith.html' title='Blind Faith'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4ra_3_Hy3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/OJyKonBurTg/s72-c/blind+faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6992440596998698689</id><published>2010-02-27T19:31:00.003-03:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:53:39.787-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Secrets of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4mkxDCdAbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wMYyNau1A/s1600-h/the+seven+secrets+of+happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4mkxDCdAbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wMYyNau1A/s400/the+seven+secrets+of+happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443062787190096306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Sharon Owens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First published 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes you just need to read a good old-fashioned romance novel.  Thank you, Sharon Owens, for writing some of the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Although there's plenty of love in this book - looking for it, finding it, losing it - there's also plenty of heartbreak.  Having a spouse die young should be a devastating experience, and Owens deals with the topic in a thoughtful, quiet manner, deftly guiding her readers through the pain of the experience while still infusing humour and touching moments throughout the book.  And, of course, what's a romance novel without romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The book primarily centres around Ruby O'Neill, a lovely character trying to forge ahead with her life with the help of her best friend.  Ruby's parents have their own little side story happening which is entertaining in itself and helps the reader to better understand Ruby's character.  Enter Tom Lavery, Mark Crawford, and a host of bit players, and you have a thoroughly enjoyable novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't you love it when you're rooting for the characters to make a go of it in the romance department?  Owens has once again hit the mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6992440596998698689?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6992440596998698689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6992440596998698689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6992440596998698689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6992440596998698689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/02/seven-secrets-of-happiness.html' title='The Seven Secrets of Happiness'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4mkxDCdAbI/AAAAAAAAAGU/71wMYyNau1A/s72-c/the+seven+secrets+of+happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8273496338184386234</id><published>2010-02-21T17:51:00.006-03:30</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:27:41.019-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gilbert Grape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peter Hedges'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>The Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4GkMLbrooI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DUgOkIWzUOY/s1600-h/the+heights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4GkMLbrooI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DUgOkIWzUOY/s400/the+heights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440810353974551170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Peter Hedges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by Dutton, a member of Penguin Group (USA) Inc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First Printing, March 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was so wrong about this book.  First, I thought it was a book for young adult readers.  Then, I thought it quite possibly could be a weird sort of read because it was by the same author as "What's Eating Gilbert Grape",  and the movie starred Johnny Depp, and Johnny Depp is known for being in bizarre movies, and the list goes on.  Suffice to say, I apologise to Peter Hedges for my preconceived thinking, for here is a most interesting book about trust, betrayal, gossip, infatuation, love, and lust.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What I like best about this book is Hedges' ability to tell the story from the viewpoint of many different characters:  Tim, the school teacher husband; Kate, the housewife turned breadwinner; Bea Myerly, the student who knows too much.  There is a smoothness to the way Hedges writes and, although he is writing about everyday happenings, you want to read more and you want to read more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hedges will bring you into the world of Brooklyn Heights with all its money and privileges, and then make you both yearn to be a part of this elite society and happy that you are not.  Is love the same if you're rich?  Is it easy to throw away what you have for an illusion?  And what happens to the betrayed?  This book reminds you that everyday life can lead to some of the most soul-crushing decisions we will ever make.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel like standing in the nearest bookstore and guiding people directly to this book so they don't miss it.  If you weren't a Peter Hedges fan before, you will become one.&lt;/span&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/6368575290039958666-8273496338184386234?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8273496338184386234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8273496338184386234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8273496338184386234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8273496338184386234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/02/heights.html' title='The Heights'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S4GkMLbrooI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DUgOkIWzUOY/s72-c/the+heights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-4399189816264532757</id><published>2010-02-14T20:28:00.009-03:30</published><updated>2010-02-15T18:54:00.838-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tracy Chevalier'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Borodale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viking'/><title type='text'>The Book of Fires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S3iPLoB5bEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1c7N43xR_ys/s1600-h/the+book+of+fires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S3iPLoB5bEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1c7N43xR_ys/s400/the+book+of+fires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438253979936582722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;By Jane Borodale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Published by Pamela Dorman Books/Viking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;First published January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The advance copy of this book has a most beautiful and striking cover - it's an illustration of fireworks exploding over London in the time period in which this book was set (1752).  I was saddened to see the cover has changed to the one pictured here.  I'm convinced that once you start putting beautiful girls on the covers of books - particularly if that book is written by a female - the only audience you're setting yourself up for is those who are expecting chick-lit.  And this book is not chick-lit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When seventeen-year-old Agnes Trussel discovers she is pregnant, she devises a plan to leave her village and make her way to London.  Although her plan causes her to be deceitful, Agnes believes if she leaves the village she will not shame her family or be forced to marry the father of her child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Upon arriving in London and swiftly losing her way, Agnes ends up at the home of John Blacklock who has advertised for the position of housekeeper.  Agnes is hired, but instead of keeping house she becomes the apprentice to Blacklock, who makes fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Borodale seems to have channelled Tracy Chevalier with her beautiful descriptions of making the fireworks and how each chemical causes a different  sort of explosion.  The London world as seen through the eyes of apprentice Agnes is a scary yet wondrous place and, thanks to the amount of detail in this novel, you can imagine it perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Beautiful details, interesting characters, and unforeseen plot twists, make this an excellent first novel for Jane Borodale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-4399189816264532757?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4399189816264532757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=4399189816264532757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4399189816264532757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4399189816264532757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-of-fires.html' title='The Book of Fires'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S3iPLoB5bEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1c7N43xR_ys/s72-c/the+book+of+fires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-1669528400645066936</id><published>2010-01-18T22:01:00.007-03:30</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:31:05.526-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheila O&apos;Flanagan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Someone Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S1URu0mqFkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fHm948_FcBs/s1600-h/someone+special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S1URu0mqFkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fHm948_FcBs/s400/someone+special.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428264421957441090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;By Sheila O'Flanagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Published by Headline Review, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Anyone who reads Sheila O'Flanagan's novels already knows this is not the romance novel the marketing department would have you believe.  O'Flanagan's female leads have interesting jobs, full lives, and the romance is often incidental.  I'm not complaining; I wouldn't have been able to read her fourteen previous novels, otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Romy Kilkenny is a forensic archaeologist living in Australia.  Her sister, Kathryn, is a forensic accountant living in New York.  Darragh, the older brother, runs the family manufacturing firm in Ireland.  A reunion of sorts occurs when the matriarch, Veronica, needs back surgery and the Dolan/Kilkenny clan ends up back in Ireland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;O'Flanagan has a keen eye for family dynamics and the child placement theory gets a run for its money in this story - older brother as family head, middle girl having to prove herself and Romy, the baby of the family, feeling left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Romy's romantic life is a thread throughout the story, but the family is the story here.  Now, who can I speak to about stopping the girlie cover art for O'Flanagan's books?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-1669528400645066936?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/1669528400645066936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=1669528400645066936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1669528400645066936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1669528400645066936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-special.html' title='Someone Special'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/S1URu0mqFkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fHm948_FcBs/s72-c/someone+special.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-1736327895152527687</id><published>2009-12-28T19:41:00.004-03:30</published><updated>2009-12-28T20:14:36.196-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Matchless:  A Christmas Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Szk7tD6L0kI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_R5KNu02l1c/s1600-h/matchless+a+christmas+story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Szk7tD6L0kI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_R5KNu02l1c/s400/matchless+a+christmas+story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420429271846605378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;By Gregory Maguire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Published by HarperCollins, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Illustrated by Gregory Maguire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"An Illumination of Hans Christian Andersen's Classic The Little Match Girl"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't resist a book written by Gregory Maguire.  So, even though this book is tiny - and seems to have just as many pictures as words - I had to have it.  It is interesting to me how Maguire can take a classic fairy tale and retell it so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; version is the one you remember and prefer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This retelling is not so much about a little match girl as it is about Frederik and his mother who live:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"On an island so far north that it snowed from September to April...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Surprisingly, the island was not Newfoundland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The match girl's story appears in Part Two and, according to Maguire's notes, doesn't stray too much from Andersen's original.  Maguire does manage quite nicely to intertwine her story with Frederik's story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matchless is a tale of a dying child's hallucinations, a working mother's lack of time for her child, a child's wish for a better future, and a connection to the afterlife.  This story was written for National Public Radio in the US and my only complaint would be that it wasn't written as a full-length novel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-1736327895152527687?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/1736327895152527687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=1736327895152527687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1736327895152527687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/1736327895152527687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/12/matchless-christmas-story.html' title='Matchless:  A Christmas Story'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Szk7tD6L0kI/AAAAAAAAAFs/_R5KNu02l1c/s72-c/matchless+a+christmas+story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-5535411269800678555</id><published>2009-12-11T11:57:00.009-03:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:26:48.893-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tavern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Owens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='developer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Belfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dublin'/><title type='text'>The Tavern on Maple Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/SzKQsIr2fSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3_-TxpsAPLA/s1600-h/the+tavern+on+maple+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/SzKQsIr2fSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3_-TxpsAPLA/s400/the+tavern+on+maple+street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418552389600181538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By Sharon Owens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;First published by Poolbeg Press, Ireland, February 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p face="lucida grande" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;What separates Sharon Owens from the other Irish authors I also adore is the fact that she writes from the Belfast perspective; no posh Dublin life for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This story takes place in - you guessed it - a tavern on Maple Street.  Jack and Lily, the extremely likeable owners of Beaumont's Tavern, are stunned when a developer from Dublin plans to buy and demolish the entire block and erect a shopping mall in its place.  Realising the end is near, Lily decides to go out of business in a big way and, in an effort to bring new customers to Beaumont's, she hires extra staff and begins to host events in the tavern.  The staff, of course, are all young, pretty girls who bring their own troubles into Lily's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Filled with realistic characters and situations, Owens takes you away to a cozy place where you root for the main characters, enjoy the pub regulars, and wish you could sit in the booth next to the fire with a drink and a good book.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Another lovely read from Sharon Owens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-5535411269800678555?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/5535411269800678555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=5535411269800678555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5535411269800678555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/5535411269800678555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/12/tavern-on-maple-street.html' title='The Tavern on Maple Street'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/SzKQsIr2fSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/3_-TxpsAPLA/s72-c/the+tavern+on+maple+street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-6575790267405353408</id><published>2009-12-08T18:21:00.012-03:30</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:06:09.551-03:30</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Sx7Kp3WkdWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sYu_wR0aavs/s1600-h/remarkable+creatures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Sx7Kp3WkdWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sYu_wR0aavs/s400/remarkable+creatures.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412986622727976290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;By Tracy Chevalier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Published by Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;First printing, January 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I'm quite often amazed by Tracy Chevalier.  It's a talent (and, I'm sure, an awful lot of hard work) to write in as much detail as she does.  But it's the details that make her books so glorious to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I have to admit, I wasn't out of my mind with glee when I learned Chevalier's new book was about Mary Anning (1799-1847), the British fossil hunter and paleontologist.  I was interested, but prepared for boredom.  But boredom never came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Mary Anning and her older friend and fellow fossil hunter, Elizabeth Philpot, were treated with disdain throughout most of their lives.  Mary for being poor; Elizabeth for being a spinster; and both for being women daring to seek out the truth behind the fossils.  To be women interested in fossil hunting and reconstruction was considered odd.  But to question God, the Bible, and men, and to introduce the concept of extinction in a Bible-driven world was radical.  Scientists of the day never credited Mary Anning with the work she had done yet sought her out when looking for particular specimens.  Recognition of a woman as anything other than a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"spare part"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;was hard to come by in the nineteenth century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Aside from the scientific aspect of this book, Chevalier has written a story of friendship between two women of different generations and different social classes with a common interest in fossil hunting.  Like all friendships, theirs included mutual respect and admiration as well as envy and jealousy.  I'm actually hard-pressed to say which of the two women I found more interesting.  And I would venture to say they are actually the Remarkable Creatures, more so than the fossils uncovered in this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Another brilliant book by Tracy Chevalier.  The only downside is that you have to wait until January to buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-6575790267405353408?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/6575790267405353408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=6575790267405353408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6575790267405353408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/6575790267405353408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/12/remarkable-creatures.html' title='Remarkable Creatures'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Sx7Kp3WkdWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/sYu_wR0aavs/s72-c/remarkable+creatures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-4382206732283066858</id><published>2009-12-02T12:14:00.012-03:30</published><updated>2009-12-07T20:17:43.909-03:30</updated><title type='text'>The Big Over Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Sxr81Ltpt4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X1HhUnh97s4/s1600-h/the+big+over+easy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Sxr81Ltpt4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X1HhUnh97s4/s400/the+big+over+easy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411915892846606210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;By Jasper Fforde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Published by Hodder and Stoughton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;First published in Great Britain in 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The Nursery Crime Division of the Reading Police Department doesn't have it easy.  It has the lowest conviction/investigation ratio of any department:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;"Sheep rustling from Miss Bo-Peep - two arrests, no charges.  Failure to properly take care of livestock by 'Boy' Blue. One arrest, no charges.  Cruelly putting a cat in a well.  Johnny Flynn arrested, no charges brought.  Kidnapping of Hansel and Gretel with intent to commit cannibalism.  One arrest, no charges..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;  You get the picture.  And now Humperdinck Jehoshaphat Aloysius Stuyvesant van Dumpty has been murdered by a person or persons unknown as he sat upon a wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Can Detective Inspector Jack Spratt and Detective Sergeant Mary Mary solve the crime (particularly before DCI Friedland Chymes gets his hands on the case)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The nursery characters make it fun, but only Jasper Fforde could take this bizarre cast of characters and write a crime novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Throw in Rapunzel, Wee Willie Winkie, the Three Little Pigs, and Prometheus, and you've got one page-turner of a whodunnit going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Fans of Jasper Fforde will love this book.  If you haven't read anything by him, this is an excellent novel to start your Fforde addiction.&lt;/span&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/6368575290039958666-4382206732283066858?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/4382206732283066858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=4382206732283066858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4382206732283066858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/4382206732283066858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-over-easy.html' title='The Big Over Easy'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/Sxr81Ltpt4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/X1HhUnh97s4/s72-c/the+big+over+easy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368575290039958666.post-8410167792522896206</id><published>2009-12-01T18:16:00.006-03:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:29:36.223-03:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penguin Group'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brightest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acerbic'/><title type='text'>The Brightest Star in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/SxWQPY6cs7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2EDHdKIHoQI/s1600/the+brightest+star+in+the+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/SxWQPY6cs7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2EDHdKIHoQI/s400/the+brightest+star+in+the+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410389121415558066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;By Marian Keyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Published by the Penguin Group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;First published 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Marian Keyes tackles some pretty big topics in her latest novel: rape, dementia, death.  It's a long way from "Last Chance Saloon", the book that made me a Marian Keyes junkie.  Perhaps it's because I am such a junkie that I'm so very critical of this new venture of hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;The storylines respecting the above-mentioned topics are interesting - but only near the end of the book.  It took ages to get into this book and there were far too many gimmicks employed to make the book enjoyable:  the foreshadowing/commentary by the narrating star/lifeform was irritating; knowing what the dog was thinking was a very un-Marian-like attempt at humour; the obsession with ending words in "sk" was totally overused; and the novel was peopled with too many, well, people.  Too much back-story about the characters only added to the annoyance of reading the first half of this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But I persevered, because Marian Keyes is a good writer, dammit, and I knew I would find her somewhere in there.  And, near the end, there she was in all her writing glory.  She was funny, she was serious, she was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;.  No messing about, she stuck to the topics and dug right in putting some people together while tearing others apart and every page was turned with high anticipation of what would happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This book doesn't come close to "This Charming Man", which has become my favourite Marian Keyes novel.  Lola Daly was the best female character she has ever written - hilarious, acerbic, vulnerable.  No such memorable characters exist in "The Brightest Star in the Sky" but there are some strong, interesting characters and, based on that alone, this book is probably worth your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6368575290039958666-8410167792522896206?l=auntnancis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/feeds/8410167792522896206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6368575290039958666&amp;postID=8410167792522896206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8410167792522896206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368575290039958666/posts/default/8410167792522896206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://auntnancis.blogspot.com/2009/12/brightest-star-in-sky.html' title='The Brightest Star in the Sky'/><author><name>Nancy Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985015909113855618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yXYPXsfmpS8/TsA2ZoYZJLI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-ecT9KT4l4E/s220/October%2B2011%2Bcropped.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IGMHZteXiYA/SxWQPY6cs7I/AAAAAAAAAFI/2EDHdKIHoQI/s72-c/the+brightest+star+in+the+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
