<?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-5374896495636550128</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:24:30.346+07:00</updated><category term='Suspense'/><category term='Myth'/><category term='Classic'/><category term='Romance'/><category term='Fantasy'/><category term='Children'/><category term='Autobiography'/><category term='Phyloshopy'/><category term='Children Literature'/><category term='War'/><category term='Culture'/><category term='History'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Thriller'/><category term='Memoir'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Romantic'/><category term='Legend'/><category term='Urban Life'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Non-fiction'/><category term='Psychology'/><title type='text'>Book Review</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-285619534117266267</id><published>2009-12-12T10:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:03:31.111+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thriller'/><title type='text'>The Stolen Child - Keith Donohue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SyMWBkoemYI/AAAAAAAABQk/-YFgqxuTDHo/s1600-h/0224076965.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SyMWBkoemYI/AAAAAAAABQk/-YFgqxuTDHo/s200/0224076965.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414195393298602370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven years old Henry Day is kidnapped by fairy changelings living in the dark forest near his home-ageless beings whose secret community is threatened by encroaching modern life. They give Henry a new name, Aniday, and the gift of agelessness-now and forever, he will be seven years old. The group has left another child in Henry's place. This changeling boy, who has morphed himself into Henry's duplicate, must adjustto a new way of life and hide his true identity from the Day family. But he can't hide his extraordinary talent for the piano, and his near-perfect performances prompt his father to suspect that he is an impostor. as he grows older the new Henry Day becomes haunted vague but persistent memories of life in another time and place. Both Henry and Aniday search obsessively for who they were before they changed places in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-285619534117266267?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/285619534117266267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/12/stolen-child-keith-donohue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/285619534117266267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/285619534117266267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/12/stolen-child-keith-donohue.html' title='The Stolen Child - Keith Donohue'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SyMWBkoemYI/AAAAAAAABQk/-YFgqxuTDHo/s72-c/0224076965.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-7359949930317271457</id><published>2009-12-12T10:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:13:16.006+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>King Arthur Dragon's Child - M. K. Hume</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SyMYUVa2jQI/AAAAAAAABQs/C0ElaEz8SeA/s1600-h/kingarthurdragonschild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SyMYUVa2jQI/AAAAAAAABQs/C0ElaEz8SeA/s200/kingarthurdragonschild.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414197914655689986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark Ages : a time of chaos and bloodshed. The Roman legions have long deserted the Isles and the despotic Uther Pendragon, High King of Celtic Britain, is nearing death, his kingdom torn apart by the jostling for his throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Unknown parentage, Artorex is growing up in the household of Lord Ector. One day, three strangers arrive and arrange for Artorex to be taught the martial skills of the warrior;blade and shield, horse and fire, pain and bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they return, years later, Artorex is not only trained in the arts of battle, he is also a married man. The country is in desperate straits, its great cities falling to the menace of the Saxon hordes. Artorex becomes a war chieftain, and wins the battles that earn him the trust of his Celtic warriors and prove that he alone can unite the tribes. But, if he is to fulfil his destiny and become the High King of the Britons, Artorex must find Uther's crown and sword.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-7359949930317271457?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/7359949930317271457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/12/king-arthur-dragons-child-m-k-hume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/7359949930317271457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/7359949930317271457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/12/king-arthur-dragons-child-m-k-hume.html' title='King Arthur Dragon&apos;s Child - M. K. Hume'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SyMYUVa2jQI/AAAAAAAABQs/C0ElaEz8SeA/s72-c/kingarthurdragonschild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-3813199756531870944</id><published>2009-11-11T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:26:13.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>"The Fourth Bear" Jasper Fforde: A Mastery of The Absurd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SpoXKwqlAiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/ff-Vpuw308Y/s1600-h/fforde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SpoXKwqlAiI/AAAAAAAABKQ/ff-Vpuw308Y/s400/fforde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375634578849727010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nursery Crimes detective Jack Spratt is back on the case in The Fourth Bear, and it's a much better book than its predecessor, The Big Over Easy. That was an enjoyable first book, but I found myself laughing less than I would have liked. The second volume, however, solves that problem. There are many laugh-inducing instances where I could enjoy Fforde's turn of phrase or a new concept. Virtually every one of my complaints from the first book disappeared; Fforde appears to have dropped them, or at least sidelined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glory from Detective Spratt's solving of the Humpty Dumpty murder wanes quickly, especially after a series of mishaps in subsequent cases - such as the Red Riding Hood case, where unfortunately a few people were eaten by the wolf before the case was solved. But Spratt has more important things to worry about now. The sinister psychopath The Gingerbread Man has escaped from the mental asylum that Jack put him into twenty years ago, and he's going on a rampage. But Jack is not in charge of the investigation, having been ordered to take a psych evaluation. Instead, he follows up on the death of a reporter named Goldilocks, a friend to the huge bear population living in the area. After a gruesome discovery, Spratt and his partner, Mary Mary, move to uncover a sinister plot that may go extremely high up. But why does Jack keep happening upon the Gingerbread Man, and why does he leave Jack alive every time? Is he a cookie or a cake? And what do the intricacies of bear society, the illegal trafficking in black market porridge, and a theme park based on the Battle of the Somme have to do with each other? Jack may not survive to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fforde demonstrates his mastery of the absurd in The Fourth Bear, piling on incredible situations and incorporating multiple nursery rhymes and children's stories into an intricate tapestry that holds together remarkably well. He also moves the characters forward, dispensing with situations that were already dealt with in The Big Over Easy. Friedland Chymes, Jack's rival on the force, is gone (I figured he'd be back for the second novel). There is hardly a mention of the "the more famous and published a detective you are, the more likely you are to get a guilty verdict" idea that was prominent in the first book. These omissions strengthen the book; the inclusion of either would have dragged it down. The publication idea was amusing throughout the first book, but I think that concept was worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does The Fourth Bear have going for it? The strong characterization of all the regulars, for one. Jack is quick of wit, slightly insane (you'd have to be to deal with the types of transgressions the Nursery Crimes division does), and he has a few personal problems to deal with, as well. Mary Mary hits it off with the alien Nursery Crimes officer and exposes a more personal side to her character. Fforde gives the other characters just as much depth as they need to leap off the page. The various bears, the Gingerbread Man (wonderfully psychotic with a wit to match), the cops, even the incidental characters - almost all of them are fun to read about.&lt;br /&gt;What make every Fforde book worth reading, however, are the overarching concepts Fforde invents. The book’s introduction has a set piece in a village with the most well-behaved children in the country, because it's a village where childhood warnings literally come true (like "if you suck your thumb, the Scissor-Man will come and cut your thumb off"). Jack and the Nursery Crimes division have to trap the Scissor-Man, using a local family as bait. The convoluted ways that bear society works, which Fforde manages to make perfectly understandable, are instrumental in figuring out what happened to Goldilocks. I loved the way that porridge is controlled because of what it does to bears, and what they often do to get more than their monthly quota. All of the chapter headings are entries in the "Bumper Book of Berkshire Records, 2004 edition," and most of them are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the weirdness (or because of it), everything hangs together beautifully, resulting in a world that is coherent, if strange, and everything makes a weird sort of sense. Nursery rhyme and children's story characters can live and work among the populace; bears are the new minority with the government trying to protect them (a bill was recently tabled but voted down, called "The Right to Arm Bears").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book’s only real problem is the resolution of Jack's personal problems. It’s a little too quick, and while it results in a funny turn on the whole "Punch and Judy" phenomenon (Punch and Judy are Jack's new neighbors, and they fight and make up constantly, fitting their roles from the popular stage show, but the book gives them a nice little twist at the end), that's the only really good part of the resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fourth Bear is hilarious, much better than The Big Over Easy. If you enjoyed the latter, you will really love the former. Forde lets his imagination run wild again, and I love the result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-3813199756531870944?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/3813199756531870944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/fourth-bear-jasper-fforde-mastery-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/3813199756531870944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/3813199756531870944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/fourth-bear-jasper-fforde-mastery-of.html' title='&quot;The Fourth Bear&quot; 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This is my first King’s book. I thought I could start reading this first, besides, all my friends told me King is awesome. From every King’s collection, I decided to read this book for my lazy, breezy weekend. I thought it would be relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I was WRONG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;My lazy, breezy weekend suddenly turns into a creepy, scary weekend… and those are the feelings I couldn’t stop…’cause I CAN’T STOP READING THIS BOOK, for God’s sake…!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The first story is ‘1408’. For those who already saw the movie, well… The movie is great and I won’t be ashamed to tell you, I was freaking out. The story, unexpectedly, is super-short, but it creep me out as much as the movie did. Mike Enslin (a writer who writes his experiences sleeping in creepy places, a very cynical person) is taking a visit to room 1408 at Dolphin Hotel in New York for his new book. Room 1408, is a place that never opened for public, simply because almost everybody sleeps there is died…or dying…or blind… Let’s just say bad things happen there. But this Mike insists to stay there. And the horror begins. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hotel room is surely is a good place for terror!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The second one is ‘Mangler’. I always hate big machine, and in this story, mangler (a machine that used to fold and dry laundry) become a big, scary murder that seems like eating everything. It kills people, and severed their hands, being possessed by evil. The story that comes from police officers-point of view is interesting, weird though, but still… Stephen King is the king of details. I can imagine the poor woman who got stuck in, struggling to go out, while the machine is trying to fold her and steaming her. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yuck. I actually stop eating my dinner while reading this story. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;‘Low Men in Yellow Coats’ is the next story. Titled as ‘Hearts in Atlantis’ for the movie, this story is pretty long. And I don’t know why, a little boring for me. The first two stories I read are fast-paced and not puzzling at all. I need my brain to work up a little while I read the story about mysterious people who tried to do ‘I-don’t know-what’, and decided to stop. I am not into mysterious guys who hurt little kids. And I got distractions. But for those who actually not in the house with dogs begging for playing, having a lot of time to read, I think you'll be interested! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;When I read ‘Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption’, I love the story. It’s about life in prison. I always interested in that scene. The story is told by Red, a guy who could supply anything from outside the prison, and Andy, his costumer. Both of them were charged for wife-murder (again, details!). Andy tried to escape from Shawshank, and there are a lot of interesting things going in that subject that makes this story worth-read. Seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;People said, save the best for last. That is so true, since the last story in this book is… The famous ‘Children of The Corn’! Yeay! I cannot comment any further. I love the story as I adore the movie. I’m so relieved my family didn’t grow corn for living—no offense, but it is scary. Read it for yourself! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Now I start to fall in love. I already in love with Mr. Tolkien, Clive Barker, Michael Scott, Mitch Albom, and here come the new guy, Mr. Stephen King. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would definitely read his other books. Now I’m reading Misery, and its…good! I’ll make sure I reviewed it after I finished. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;*My poor boyfriend. He’s in my 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; list of ‘Guys-In-My-Life’. He comes after Hugh Jackman, though. Hahahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;SASMAYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-1158968409506272359?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/1158968409506272359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/goes-to-movies-by-stephen-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1158968409506272359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1158968409506272359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/goes-to-movies-by-stephen-king.html' title='GOES TO THE MOVIES by Stephen King'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SopnLZArgsI/AAAAAAAABJ4/bR8FvgOHUYU/s72-c/king.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-5974753485636356988</id><published>2009-11-11T17:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:24:23.320+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Dragonwings by Laurence Yep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SnE_xmu6LII/AAAAAAAABJg/9yAXy9Rz_Qg/s1600-h/review.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SnE_xmu6LII/AAAAAAAABJg/9yAXy9Rz_Qg/s320/review.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364138752618409090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/anthony/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Accompanying the review of the Newberry Medal-winning book, we would also review a book that graced with the Newberry Honor in 1976, Dragonwings by Laurence Yep. It’s a story of a boy named Moon Shadow who, at eight years old, sailed from the Middle Kingdom (China) to the Land of Golden Mountain (United States) to meet the father he'd never seen but heard about from his mother. Settled in San Fransisco, Moon Shadow befriended with fellow Tang people (Chinese men) called The Company whom his father worked for, and got to know there were friendly Chinamen as well as wicked Chinamen among them. Later he and his father moved out of Chinatown, and lived with very nice demonesses (white people), Miss Whitlaw and her niece Robin, who welcomed them to their town. His father, Windrider, was very interested in flying after reading an article about the famous Wright brothers to the extent he built small-scale glider models. Though airplane was a modern invention, part of his motivation was the traditional belief in his own previous dragon existence. This belief of dragon reincarnation in his former life had greatly influenced Moon Shadow ever since he told him. As the time went by, Robin and Moon Shadow became companions, and Miss Whitlaw learned the truth about dragons that she believed to be terrible before while teaching Moon Shadow how to read and write. With the help of his new acquaintances friends, Moon Shadow learned that despite the stereotype and prejudice he believed towards the demons (the Americans), most were actually friendly and not willing to beat him up every chance they got. In the end, a seemingly impossible dream was accomplished, and feuding friends overcame their differences for the chance to see "Dragonwings" flied. Overall, this is a fine and touching historical fantasy fiction. The author was objective in plotting the story and setting the conflicts among the characters. Even though the Chinese were constantly set upon by the white majority, yet there were good Chinese and bad Chinese just as there were good Whites and bad Whites. And although the novel was originally published in 1975, the existing problems of racial prejudice, hate, drug abuse, violence, self-worth, trust, and friendship that are vital to students growing up everywhere today, were all addressed very well in this book. Just to note, despite of the fact that this book has won one of the most prestigious awards in children's literature, some might think there is too much profanity in this book for children, such as the mention of prostitution, opium addiction, murder, physical abuse, or maybe Nick Carter detective novels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;reviewed by Begy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-5974753485636356988?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/5974753485636356988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/dragonwings-by-laurence-yep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/5974753485636356988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/5974753485636356988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/dragonwings-by-laurence-yep.html' title='Dragonwings by Laurence Yep'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SnE_xmu6LII/AAAAAAAABJg/9yAXy9Rz_Qg/s72-c/review.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-4592653763696813177</id><published>2009-11-11T17:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:23:35.586+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Man of My Dreams by Curtis Sittenfeld [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SmqVFNq8blI/AAAAAAAABJY/Guy9qj23Lag/s1600-h/the+man+of+my+dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SmqVFNq8blI/AAAAAAAABJY/Guy9qj23Lag/s320/the+man+of+my+dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362262223139663442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel like having a relaxing day in the weekend? :) If yes, grab this book, ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Gavener is an interesting character. She is sent away to live with her aunt when she is fourteen years old because of her father's escalating fury and madness. She spends the rest of her life trying to understand if people ever really live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She questions her sister Allison's relationship with Sam and wonders why she loves this guy. Her cousin Fig is the party girl who dates a different person from week to week. Hannah floats from relationship to relationship and usually ends up picking guys she knows she'll never really be happy with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice book for girls and even more mature women who would like to reviews part of their life! Call us to have this book NOW! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some of the reviews are taken from www. amazon. com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-4592653763696813177?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/4592653763696813177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-of-my-dreams-by-curtis-sittenfeld.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4592653763696813177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4592653763696813177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-of-my-dreams-by-curtis-sittenfeld.html' title='The Man of My Dreams by Curtis Sittenfeld [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SmqVFNq8blI/AAAAAAAABJY/Guy9qj23Lag/s72-c/the+man+of+my+dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-7241193511370623085</id><published>2009-11-11T17:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:22:51.080+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>ANNA KARENINA by Leo Tolstoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Sk3MwcLumLI/AAAAAAAABIg/VSyvPcpII44/s1600-h/41YT2K3G91L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Sk3MwcLumLI/AAAAAAAABIg/VSyvPcpII44/s320/41YT2K3G91L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354160664584558770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything you've heard and read about ANNA KARENINA is true. It is one of the finest, subtlest, most exciting, most romantic, truest, most daring, charming, witty and altogether moving experiences anyone can have. And you don't have to slog through pages and chapters to find the truth and beauty. It's right there from the first, famous sentence: "All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This new translation by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky is wonderful and deserves your attention even if you already have a favorite version of the book. Pevear and Volokhonsky are considered "the premiere translators of Russian literature into English of our day." Working, as I do, in the Theatre, I hope they take on some of Turgenev's plays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyone who believes in the power of Art, especially Literature, must buy and read this book. I promise it can change your life. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-7241193511370623085?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/7241193511370623085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/anna-karenina-by-leo-tolstoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/7241193511370623085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/7241193511370623085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/anna-karenina-by-leo-tolstoy.html' title='ANNA KARENINA by Leo Tolstoy'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Sk3MwcLumLI/AAAAAAAABIg/VSyvPcpII44/s72-c/41YT2K3G91L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-868737635288770564</id><published>2009-11-11T17:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:22:15.955+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-fiction'/><title type='text'>One Child By Torey Hayden [BOOKED]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SfPwVXz91SI/AAAAAAAABHY/JKVAdtVwsxo/s1600-h/41SK0T0PBZL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SfPwVXz91SI/AAAAAAAABHY/JKVAdtVwsxo/s320/41SK0T0PBZL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328867034069325090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age six, Sheila had already endured a lifetime of horrors. Her mother abandoned her on a highway at age four; her alcoholic father neglected and traumatized her. Thus, it was scarcely a shock to anyone when the coarse, hate-filled child attacked a three-year-old boy, nearly burning him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At such a tender age, Sheila's fate seemed inevitable - a lifetime in a psychiatric ward. Yet while the state awaited placement, they decided to put her in Hayden's special needs classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially skeptical of a child with such a background, Hayden nonetheless did her best. Quickly, she glimpsed an intensely intelligent child, who longed for love and acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't to say it was an easy job. Nor was there any fairy-tale ending. Often, Sheila went into uncontrollable rages, damaging property, once even throttling pet gerbils when she perceived she had been wronged. Yet after glimpsing the inner Sheila, Torey Hayden refused to give up on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, several months after Sheila arrived in Hayden's classroom, the teacher received a call -- the psychiatric hospital was ready for Sheila. Despite having made a breakthrough with the child, would Sheila's life really be taken away before she had a chance to start it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Hayden's stories about the children with whom she has worked are deeply moving and memorable. By no means does she attempt to portray herself as a miracle worker; she freely admits her mistakes along with her triumphs as she merely dedicates her life to helping turn young lives around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers interested in learning more about Sheila may be interested in the sequel, The Tiger's Child, which picks up when the girl is 13 and recently reunited with Hayden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-868737635288770564?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/868737635288770564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-child-by-torey-hayden-booked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/868737635288770564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/868737635288770564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-child-by-torey-hayden-booked.html' title='One Child By Torey Hayden [BOOKED]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SfPwVXz91SI/AAAAAAAABHY/JKVAdtVwsxo/s72-c/41SK0T0PBZL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-112055553294100278</id><published>2009-11-11T17:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:21:25.537+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thriller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Hannibal by Thomas Harris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Se1Zc0vfyNI/AAAAAAAABHI/GyyGSFLwpbY/s1600-h/hannibal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Se1Zc0vfyNI/AAAAAAAABHI/GyyGSFLwpbY/s320/hannibal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327012285978233042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannibal is a great book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing about great books: everyone can find something in them. Judging on the sample of reviews I had time to read, it is also the case with Hannibal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not yet seen the movie, do not go. The movie is a sloppy job intended to scare. The book is much more of a discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not read The Silence of the Lambs, do it. Do not skimp on time - you will enjoy Hannibal more if you savor the details of its language, the complexity of its characters and the subdued references to the Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannibal is a mature writing. Harris does not seem to be much interested any more in hunting the monster. He is rather amused with exploring his Frankenstein, poking from time to time beyond the surface, every time wary of the danger to slide into the abyss of Lecter's soul. That is probably why Lecter's personal story in this book is like the shaking of hand on a drawing that deserves to be spotless. Do not go deeper than you are allowed to... In Hannibal, Harris makes some tough decisions. Many changes happen to people and places, comparing to the times of the Silence. The changing preferences of the author are also easy to recognize. Original Dante comes to replace FBI slang. Quantico surroundings transform into the landscape of Florence. Psychology goes into philosophy. The world of technique disappears, history and art taking the free space. Just like cheese getting aged, wine getting mature, people getting seasoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem weird not to mention Clarice Starling. Yet this is exactly what makes the book so great - the story manages the author, not the way around. Harris wanted her to be in to star. Instead, she is inferior to the context, pulled out for use whenever needed. So are the other human characters. Because Hannibal addresses issues of superhuman nature, something we are not supposed to know, only to guess. So there is a lot of guessing there, complemented with facts from the surface. In the end it is still much more of a fairy tale, luring us all along with scenes changing from pain to beauty. There was not much beauty in the Silence, but there was quite some craving for it. Harris somehow did not hit the balance right, in the hindsight. Now he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the few books that deserve to be on any shelf, Hannibal must be translated with care. I skimmed the German version and was disappointed. It may take years to get good interpretations - in other languages, in movies, in reviews. For now, you'd better read the original English text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you share Marcus Aurelius' belief that the future generations are not any better than the passed ones? Then start building your own memory palace. In the end, there was much more order in the past, as Lecter learned from some theorists. But does the past contain answers to some of our most desperate inquiries? A good analysis always leaves you with more unanswered questions than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can only learn so much and live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this book -- you will not regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reviewed by Pletnev, taken from www.amazon.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-112055553294100278?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/112055553294100278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/hannibal-by-thomas-harris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/112055553294100278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/112055553294100278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/hannibal-by-thomas-harris.html' title='Hannibal by Thomas Harris'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Se1Zc0vfyNI/AAAAAAAABHI/GyyGSFLwpbY/s72-c/hannibal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-7563461533292554305</id><published>2009-11-11T17:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:20:53.090+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>A Traitor To Memory by Elizabeth George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SegIN-j4BdI/AAAAAAAABFo/jdp0Jw6F5Yg/s1600-h/traitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SegIN-j4BdI/AAAAAAAABFo/jdp0Jw6F5Yg/s320/traitor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325515595590403538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenie Davies death was no accident. Someone struck her down with their car, and then continued to run over body, leaving nothing behind but a gruesome crime scene, and many questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Eugenie doing on the street that rainy night? Why was she carrying the name of the name that found her body? Who in her life would want her dead? And, is there a connection between her death and the brilliant violinist who lost the ability to play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detective Thomas Lynley wants answers, and once his investigation has begun he will discover more questions without answers, one of which will challenge him both professionally, and personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, Lynley's career is put on the line, as his superior, the man who put him on this case, had a connection to Eugenie Davies many years before in a major criminal trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynley enlists the help of his long time partners, Barbara Havers and Winston Nkata to untangle the web of secrets surrounding Eugenie's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A Traitor To Memory' is a good, but VERY, VERY long mystery. Those familiar with George's previous works may be a bit surprised at the slow start the novel has, but as each secret is revealed, a new piece of the intricate puzzle falls into place. Well written (as usual), featuring a large cast of characters, and many plots twists, 'A Traitor To Memory' is a good book for a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth George has made a career of writing smart mysteries, that contain interesting characters, and gripping plots, and her latest is no exception. Fans should enjoy this new addition to the Lynley series despite it's length, and somewhat slow pacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a non-stop page turner from one of the best mystery writers around. You will enjoy the way Elizabeth George uses a major character's diary to show the process of psychoanalytically oriented therapy and the psychological changes he went through as his repressions began to unravel. If you like great writing and psychological insights, we highly recommend this book. This is a series with very interesting continuing characters, so if you enjoy this one, give yourself a real treat and read the series in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some minor details that aren't completely clear, but this novel is more about family secrets than about "who-dunnit." I'm continuing to read the earlier books, but I'm still waiting for the series to get up to this level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The quality of the writing is just incredible. The device used of one character writing a journal is very effective. Ms. George truly understands what motivates people to do the things they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-7563461533292554305?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/7563461533292554305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/traitor-to-memory-by-elizabeth-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/7563461533292554305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/7563461533292554305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/traitor-to-memory-by-elizabeth-george.html' title='A Traitor To Memory by Elizabeth George'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SegIN-j4BdI/AAAAAAAABFo/jdp0Jw6F5Yg/s72-c/traitor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-1192594889359465860</id><published>2009-11-11T17:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:20:30.881+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>A Place of Hiding by Elizabeth George</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Sdx3kh_AiRI/AAAAAAAABE4/lDAoP3ZlsV8/s1600-h/place+of+hiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Sdx3kh_AiRI/AAAAAAAABE4/lDAoP3ZlsV8/s320/place+of+hiding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322260329126725906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is a novel with an interesting setting with intriguing historical contexts and a mystery of all is not what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, she takes the story to the Channel Island of Gurnsey, an enclosed community very much with its own individual identity, which she evokes very well indeed. One morning, Guy Brouard, millionaire and generous benefactor of many projects on the island, is killed on the beach after his morning swim, and his death will send disastrous ripples through not only his own fractured family, but the fragile community too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plethora of evidence is discovered that clearly implicates someone in the China, one China River, an American staying on the island for a few days after couriering a package for Guy over from the USA., and she is swiftly arrested. Desperate to prove his sister s innocence, and having found no aid at the American embassy, Cherokee River (their mother was a hippie, of course) rushes to England to enlist the help of the only person he can think of: Deborah St James, China’s old friend from youth. Maybe there is something she can do, perhaps? However, when even a word from friend in the Metropolitan Police Thomas Lynley has no influence upon the Gurnsey police, Deborah (with Cherokee and husband Simon in tow) hurries to the island to help save her friend, and to atone for past failings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is refreshing and rather nice that she's brought these two characters out of the shadows a little more and given their relationship an almost incredible amount of depth all in a single book. George is adept at creating realistic and engrossing relationships between her main characters.&lt;br /&gt;But, then, character has always been George’s strong point. There are very few writers today who can create so many completely rounded and whole and human characters, make them all equally interesting and give them all equal shrift and importance within a single novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not as if she skimps on plot here, either. It’s developed, multi-stranded, paced very well indeed, has a very good solution and is wholly satisfying. She tells her story with beautiful and incredibly rich prose, and in my mind is probably the finest American exponent of this type of traditional British mystery (even if she doesn’t always get it 100% right, but that doesn’t matter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existing fans will love this book and may think it her strongest in a while, and it surely will encourage anyone whose never read her before and likes this kind of book to begin with A Place Of Hiding as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would recommend this book to fans of the mystery genre ( particularly English mystery), fans of Elizabeth George (she's back in form-I, Richard was a disappointment), fans of "english books" (A Place of Hiding is more than just a mystery). I would caution die hard George groupies-her two main characers, Barbara Havers and her partner, the aristocratic and dashing Inspector Thomas Lynley, are not featured in this book. (Lynley makes one or two perfunctory appearances but that's it.) Don't let that stop you-the book is still wonderful without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-1192594889359465860?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/1192594889359465860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/place-of-hiding-by-elizabeth-george.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1192594889359465860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1192594889359465860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/place-of-hiding-by-elizabeth-george.html' title='A Place of Hiding by Elizabeth George'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/Sdx3kh_AiRI/AAAAAAAABE4/lDAoP3ZlsV8/s72-c/place+of+hiding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-5495534208424808320</id><published>2009-11-11T17:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:20:00.991+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Back When We Were Grownups By Anne Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSMp_IIl8I/AAAAAAAABEI/V3teksDK4JA/s1600-h/Back+When+We+Were+Grownups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSMp_IIl8I/AAAAAAAABEI/V3teksDK4JA/s320/Back+When+We+Were+Grownups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320031712779474882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Davitch is a 53 year old woman, who finds herself, in life, at a place she never expected. She simply thinks she is the wrong person. What happened to her life? One minute she was an aspiring history major in college, and the next she was a middle aged woman, who widowed early in her marriage, has raised, on her own, 4 daughters, 3 of them from her husband's previous marriage. Taking over the Davitch family business of hosting parties in their large, but always in need of repair, home, also became part of her exsistence. She has been and seems will always be, the glue that holds this growing family together. Always there to smooth out the wrinkles and motivate the troops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what of Rebecca's wants and needs? Who will ever see to them? Is her college boyfriend, who she left for her husband, the answer to her quest for the real Rebecca, or is her life just as it should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Tyler's "Back When We Were Grownups" is a wonderful take on midlife and family life. Rebecca's thoughts and feelings seem so real, almost anyone who's been there can identify with this woman. You may have even thought some of the same thoughts as Rebecca. The family and friends who surround her could be any family, anywhere, including all the everday challenges that life presents. The story is humorous, touching and at times poignant. It reminded me a bit of Doris Day's song, "Que Sera, Sera" It is a tale of finding peace with who you are, and it is one that although starts out a little slow, will have you falling in love with the characters and wishing there was more by the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-5495534208424808320?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/5495534208424808320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-when-we-were-grownups-by-anne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/5495534208424808320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/5495534208424808320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-when-we-were-grownups-by-anne.html' title='Back When We Were Grownups By Anne Tyler'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSMp_IIl8I/AAAAAAAABEI/V3teksDK4JA/s72-c/Back+When+We+Were+Grownups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-2741120532480901042</id><published>2009-11-11T17:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:19:27.583+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Same Sweet Girls By Cassandra King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSLiV7xPtI/AAAAAAAABEA/8go9hCgAf1k/s1600-h/The+Same+Sweet+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSLiV7xPtI/AAAAAAAABEA/8go9hCgAf1k/s320/The+Same+Sweet+Girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320030481951047378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Same Sweet Girls, Cassandra King excels at development of characters and great storytelling. The girls of this book still rumble around in my head and I expect they will stay there always. Innumerable sequels could follow this novel because the book ends with the reader wanting to know much more about these characters. But these characters initially belonged to Cassandra King who so graciously shared them with us and whether she shares them with us again is rightly her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six college friends who are now approaching age 50 have met twice annually since their college graduation. This is a story of strong, lasting female friendships. The six girls are each unique yet they have the commonality of being held together by the ties of friendship. Yes, the book is southern fiction about southern ladies, but anyone who has experienced a strong friendship can identify with these girls and appreciate their story. King is an exceptional storyteller that brings the reader to laughter and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, regardless of wanting more of the girls, I'm extremely glad I read Same Sweet Girls. It's one of two books I've read that I'll probably never forget the story or the characters. The other one? Gone With the Wind. Very highly recommend this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-2741120532480901042?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/2741120532480901042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/same-sweet-girls-by-cassandra-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2741120532480901042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2741120532480901042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/same-sweet-girls-by-cassandra-king.html' title='The Same Sweet Girls By Cassandra King'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSLiV7xPtI/AAAAAAAABEA/8go9hCgAf1k/s72-c/The+Same+Sweet+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-4937200029733562997</id><published>2009-11-11T17:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:18:58.227+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Island of Heavenly Daze By Lori Copeland &amp; Angela Elwell Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSHT14iZII/AAAAAAAABD4/-mHQlBywQi0/s1600-h/Island+Heavenly+Daze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSHT14iZII/AAAAAAAABD4/-mHQlBywQi0/s320/Island+Heavenly+Daze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320025834782876802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The island of Heavenly Daze is just like a dozen others off the coast of Maine. It is decorated with graceful Victorian mansions, carpeted with gray cobblestones and bright wild flowers, and populated by sturdy, hard-working folks--most of whom are unaware that the island of Heavenly Daze is not just like the other islands of coastal Maine. The small town that crowns its peak consists of seven buildings, each inhabited, according to divine decree, by an angel who has been commanded to guard and help anyone who crosses the threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpected hijinks and heart-warming results occur when mortals and immortals cross paths--and unaware visitors to the picturesque establishments of Heavenly Daze discover that they have been entertained by angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Island of Heavenly Daze is an endearing book that places the reader on a small island off the coast of Maine. The characters are introduced in a way that leaves you wanting more. The Heavenly part of the island, and unknown to its inhabitants, are the seven men that live along side them who are angels sent from God to help them find their way. &lt;p&gt;This book is the first of three and focuses on the beloved Reverend of the local church who has lost his way, and needs a bit of a nudge from one of our angels. After ten years with this small community he fears they want to replace him with some one younger. His baldness becomes a major issue and he decides he needs a toupee. The antics begin and the laughs are frequent. There is also a serious side to our community and story as an aunt and long lost niece need help finding their way back to each other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-4937200029733562997?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/4937200029733562997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/island-of-heavenly-daze-by-lori.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4937200029733562997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4937200029733562997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/island-of-heavenly-daze-by-lori.html' title='The Island of Heavenly Daze By Lori Copeland &amp; Angela Elwell Hunt'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdSHT14iZII/AAAAAAAABD4/-mHQlBywQi0/s72-c/Island+Heavenly+Daze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-92034753875105417</id><published>2009-11-11T17:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:18:07.709+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Fall on Your Knees by Ann Marie MacDonald</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRkqCk8-SI/AAAAAAAABDw/2QH02mTPuqg/s1600-h/fall+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRkqCk8-SI/AAAAAAAABDw/2QH02mTPuqg/s320/fall+on.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319987733240543522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a book 'original'? &lt;br /&gt;Every plot conceivable has been done to death. &lt;br /&gt;Every character imaginable has graced the pages of some novel or other. &lt;br /&gt;Every emotion possible has been wrung out of the reader. &lt;br /&gt;So why even write any more books? If it's all been done, why do it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true pleasure of reading is finding that one novel in a thousand that manages to break free from the rest, that manages to startle and amuse within a familiar frameswork, that makes the old seem fresh. Fall on Your Knees is such a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on Your Knees follows the tribulations of the Pipers, an unusual family living in Cape Breton in the early twentieth centure. The patriarch is James, a former piano tuner, who married Materia, a thirteen-year-old Lebanese girl who is promptly disowned from her family. Resulting from this rather unhappy coupling: Kathleen, a girl with the voice of an angel; the devout and well-meaning Mercedes; the wild and possibly insane Frances; and the crippled yet miraculous Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At its essence, this is a 'family drama', a novel that traces one family's life throughout its tumultuous history. There is absolutely nothing original about this theme. Ann-Marie MacDonald has accomplished something equally as fine and wonderful as Irving has often done; she has broken the bounds of the novel, making it read as if this was the first time anyone ever conceived of the idea.&lt;br /&gt;As MacDonald drives the narrative, through the battlefields of World War One, into the great depression, and then veering into the worlds of New York and Harlem, she consistently delights the reader with fresh sub-plots and characters. As well, MacDonald refuses to judge her characters. She leads us through the despicable acts of James and Frances, the self-pitying laments of Mercedes, the class hatred and eventual rebirth of Kathleen, all without a moment's disdain or loathing. The characters are all deeply flawed, but MacDonald refuses to sentimentalize or soften them. For better or for worse, they are who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on Your Knees has moments of remarkable vision, and easily holds its own against any of the more established novelists of today. It is a treasure of a novel, and MacDonald will have a difficult time if she ever wants to top it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-92034753875105417?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/92034753875105417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-on-your-knees-by-ann-marie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/92034753875105417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/92034753875105417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-on-your-knees-by-ann-marie.html' title='Fall on Your Knees by Ann Marie MacDonald'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRkqCk8-SI/AAAAAAAABDw/2QH02mTPuqg/s72-c/fall+on.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-1226791536041340572</id><published>2009-11-11T17:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:17:33.332+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children Literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Speak by Anderson [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRhWO_OomI/AAAAAAAABDo/gyzjae75rz4/s1600-h/speak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRhWO_OomI/AAAAAAAABDo/gyzjae75rz4/s320/speak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319984094439711330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer pressure does a lot of bad things, one of those things is convincing victims to feel like they have done something wrong. Speak is a fast-paced read that involves the reader emotionally from the very start. Speak is an accurate portrayal of the very common existence of high school cruelty and peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda begins her high school career a complete outcast, alienated from even her best friends. Because of a traumatic event that occurred over the summer, she is unable to express herself, or even to explain herself, to those who harass and dislike her. As the book progresses, we are allowed inside Melinda's mind as she tries to cope with the tragedy, as well as the subsequent fallout. This book gives an honest and realistic view of high school and the pettiness and ugliness that exists there. Luckily, Melinda realizes her voice, and finds the strength to overcome her status as an outcast. She is a heroine worthy of our praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is not written as your average outcast "popular people are stupid" cliche. It's an original. The tone is like Melinda is just relaying her thoughts and what she sees to the reader, rather than her feelings and rage and anger against the people that hurt her. Her character gets stronger as you read on, as she begins to stand up for herself. I liked how the author didn't just tell you what had happened to Melinda in order for her to stay so silent - instead, bits of the incident unfolds as you read along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recommend this to parents who have girls in high school, to refresh your memory of what it was like, and to give you a window on their world... This is a powerful novel that actually says something, and it deserves a wide readership. Pick it up and follow the main character through her freshman year- we guarantee you'll be moved no matter what age you are. The author masterfully lets the story unfold slowly, drawing you in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-1226791536041340572?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/1226791536041340572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak-by-anderson-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1226791536041340572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1226791536041340572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/speak-by-anderson-sold.html' title='Speak by Anderson [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRhWO_OomI/AAAAAAAABDo/gyzjae75rz4/s72-c/speak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-6643342732745952541</id><published>2009-11-11T17:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:16:35.640+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Typical American by Gish Jen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRJMXO8ZxI/AAAAAAAABDg/5p-ETG2Qqqw/s1600-h/american.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRJMXO8ZxI/AAAAAAAABDg/5p-ETG2Qqqw/s320/american.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319957536575350546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p  {margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Typical American follows the lives of three Chinese immigrants in New York: Ralph Chang, his sister Theresa, and Theresa's roommate Helen, who becomes Ralph's wife. Theresa becomes a doctor, Ralph earns a Ph. D. in mechanical engineering and gets a job teaching at a local college, and Ralph and Helen have two daughters.As they each become caught up in achieving the American dream, they must make difficult choices about the importance of success, family loyalty, and the people they hope to become.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jen Gish breaks from the paradigmatic use of Chinatown that has been a staple of Chinese immigrant narratives. This also removes the Changs from the clutches of parental demands or strict Chinatown societal codes. Rather than settling in an established Chinese community for moral and financial support Ralph, Helen and Theresa remain very isolated in their new life in America. This isolation from the "parental' or "traditional" elements of Chinese culture enables Jen to illustrate the conflicts inherent to cultural assimilation within the context of the individual rather than a group. And, so, while the characters strive mightily to achieve "typical American" status-the full middle class lifestyle with all the accouterments and benefits that implies-they nevertheless still see many of the traits and behaviors attendant to that lifestyle through Chinese eyes and refer to these behavioral traits in Anglos pejoratively as "typical American" Behavior. Thus they are in the position of decrying what they actively seek to attain, thus brilliantly illustrating the often-schizoid process of assimilation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a wry, ironic, emotionally complex novel that is well worth reading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-6643342732745952541?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/6643342732745952541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/typical-american-by-gish-jen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6643342732745952541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6643342732745952541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/typical-american-by-gish-jen.html' title='Typical American by Gish Jen'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdRJMXO8ZxI/AAAAAAAABDg/5p-ETG2Qqqw/s72-c/american.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-8038870180470915073</id><published>2009-11-11T17:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:15:42.536+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Bella Tuscany by Frances Mayes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNJa5oAkPI/AAAAAAAABDY/gfQnjm6llY4/s1600-h/tuscany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNJa5oAkPI/AAAAAAAABDY/gfQnjm6llY4/s320/tuscany.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319676311348744434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for an escape to an Italian dreamland, you will like this book.&lt;br /&gt;Who has not dreamt of escaping to a colorful villa in Europe, preferably Provence (France), Tuscany in Italy or some obscure hillside in Central Europe? Frances Mays did just that! She describes the delicious details of this idyllic existence in this precious and charming book.Her sensitive, seductive descriptions are irresisible reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reader is introduced to the sights, sounds, and smells of this magnificent dreamy region of the world. The book is interspersed with Italian phrases, increasing the allure of her exotic choice for a second home, Tuscany, Italy. All the senses of the reader are aroused into full alert by the aroma of freshly baked bread, the smell of newly turned earth awaiting seeds for the vegetable garden, and the enticement of early morning capuccino ...One can just hear the Italian accent in the greeting, "Buon giorno, una bella giornata" ("Good morning, a beautiful day")!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the author, the reader participates in selecting flowers for a garden path and making a trip to the wine region for "sfuso" (house wine) ... bought from local vintners from their own local brew. We take side trips to Venice, and a gondola ride down the main canal, reminiscing of the past. We take a trip to the famous Capella Palatina, a former residence of kings. It has Arabic and Byzantine architechtural influences from many hundreds of years historical importance ... We go to Sicily and taste the local seafood at a restaurant recommended by the hotel clerk, who assures us, this the restaurant the locals choose for the "best seafood". Indeed, there is no disappointment, the appetizer is "futta di mare", a variety of fried fish and a spicy eggplant dish made with cinnamon and pine nuts. We are served stuffed squid and veal, rolled around with a layer of herbs and cheese. The day concludes with a visit to the market, where lamb, fish, shrimp, candied fruits and various cooking utensils as well as a large variety of food is sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is richly detailed with the experience of creating a new life in a foreign country. The reader along with the author is learning many things ... building a garden with hearty plants that survive all year round, planting the proper vegetables by the right season, remodeling a home, and partaking of customs and religious feast days of the region. It has wonderful descriptions of side trips to local and distant places of historical interest and of physical beauty ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this book is clearly an artistic achievement similar to a painting on canvas. This author possesses the power of selecting the right words to create nostalgia and longing in the reader ... to experience *her* Tuscany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her descriptions of Italy whether it be its food, places or people are so sensual and compelling that you put down the book only to long for that next visit to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for an escape to an Italian dreamland, you will like this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-8038870180470915073?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/8038870180470915073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/bella-tuscany-by-frances-mayes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/8038870180470915073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/8038870180470915073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/bella-tuscany-by-frances-mayes.html' title='Bella Tuscany by Frances Mayes'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNJa5oAkPI/AAAAAAAABDY/gfQnjm6llY4/s72-c/tuscany.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-1366878905572739432</id><published>2009-11-11T17:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:14:57.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Devil Take The Hindmost by Edward Chancelor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNHrX6jhXI/AAAAAAAABDQ/QWyWte393wc/s1600-h/deviltk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNHrX6jhXI/AAAAAAAABDQ/QWyWte393wc/s320/deviltk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319674395334247794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lively and authoritative look at speculation from early modern times to the present. Focusing on speculation as it developed in the world's leading stock markets, Edward Chancellor's story starts with the tulipomania in seventeenth-century Holland, then moves to Britain with accounts of speculative manias such as the South Sea Bubble and the Railway Mania. From the mid-nineteenth century, the narrative turns to the United States, with chapters on the Gilded Age, the Roaring Twenties, and the revival of speculation since the early 1970s, then portrays the disastrous Bubble Economy of Japan in the 1980s. Chancellor shows that the impulses that have shaped speculative behavior are at odds with the orthodox theory of efficient markets. His comprehensive history is interspersed with trenchant commentary on speculation in the 1990s, including such current issues as emerging markets, Internet and foreign-currency speculation, rogue traders, the great U.S. bull market, and our current financial predicament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-1366878905572739432?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/1366878905572739432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/devil-take-hindmost-by-edward-chancelor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1366878905572739432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/1366878905572739432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/devil-take-hindmost-by-edward-chancelor.html' title='Devil Take The Hindmost by Edward Chancelor'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNHrX6jhXI/AAAAAAAABDQ/QWyWte393wc/s72-c/deviltk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-2771781539356378644</id><published>2009-11-11T17:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:13:59.047+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Loop by Nicholas Evans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNF-yStsSI/AAAAAAAABDI/jNc365fRPKs/s1600-h/theloop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNF-yStsSI/AAAAAAAABDI/jNc365fRPKs/s320/theloop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319672529809158434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:donotoptimizeforbrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p  {margin-right:0in;  mso-margin-top-alt:auto;  mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto;  margin-left:0in;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&lt;/style&gt;The Loop, by Nicholas Evans, pits man against wolf and man against man in the fictional rancher town of Hope, Montana, just outside Helena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Ross, a 29 year-old wolf biologist who recently had her boyfriend leave for a job in Africa, is summoned to Hope by Dan Prior, a fellow biologist and former lover, to investigate and track a wolf who has killed a family dog. The dog happens to belong to the daughter of Hope's most powerful rancher, Buck Calder, a womanizer with a dominating personality. From their first confrontation at Buck's ranch, Helen and Buck, along with the town's other ranchers continue to butt heads while dealing with what ends up being an entire wolf pack. Helen wants to track and study while the ranchers want to exterminate the endangered wolves, law and the government be damned. Further complicating the picture is Helen's budding romance with Buck's 18 year-old son, Luke. Luke loves the wolves as well as Helen and he ends up assisting her with the tracking and research. It all comes to head in a suspenseful, explosive ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evans does a fantastic job of blending the struggle of man and wolf sharing the same land into a well rounded story of suspense, romance and the life lived in Big Sky country. His descriptions of the landscape, fleshing out the characters (you really do end up pulling for some and disliking others) and his descriptions of the wolves and their life really put you IN Hope, Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excellent book and a seamless read. The slow beginning is a clever disguise for a fast-paced riveting novel that you won't be able to put down until you finish it. This is definitely a book that will make you laugh and cry alternately every moment until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Evans is the sort of author who can really take you top the heart of the book. He achieves this by describing the characters' histories. He is very detailed, it is not just a quick statement but at the beginning of the book the main characters get their own sections describing their histories so you really feel like you know them and get a feel of their past, present and future plus understand more about why they interact with each other the way they do. Also, Evans distributes references to their pasts throughout the book, but not in an intrusive way, it follows on the event as if someone was speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excellent and rich reading for all the people who like action and romance. The Loop is a wonderfully written book. It keeps the reader interested. This is a must read for wolf enthusiasts or anyone else who enjoys a suspenseful, fast paced book. The Loop is worth your time, full of action, suspense and a bit of a love story all combined into one great novel. A must read book.&lt;style&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-2771781539356378644?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/2771781539356378644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/loop-by-nicholas-evans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2771781539356378644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2771781539356378644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/loop-by-nicholas-evans.html' title='The Loop by Nicholas Evans'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNF-yStsSI/AAAAAAAABDI/jNc365fRPKs/s72-c/theloop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-3116698299157089790</id><published>2009-11-11T17:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:12:59.666+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Rebecca's Tale by Sally Beauman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;England, 1950s. It has been almost thirty years since Manderley, one of the most beautiful and oldest English estates, burned down under mysterious circumstances. The owners, Mr. and Mrs. de Winter, moved on to a somewhat pedantic life, forever victims of the things that went on at the estate after Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Winter's first wife, Rebecca, was murdered. What had happened to Rebecca and to Manderley? We all know Max's version -- but is there another untold sto&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNCSlhpDVI/AAAAAAAABCw/TO60FYqruNo/s1600-h/REBECCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNCSlhpDVI/AAAAAAAABCw/TO60FYqruNo/s320/REBECCA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319668471932980562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ry out there? Terence Gray, a young scholar who is fascinated with the old tale, wants to reopen the case, if only to write about it. And so, he seeks the help of Colonel Julyan, a distant member of the de Winters. Terence wants nothing more than to uncover hidden secrets, so he schemes his way into the colonel's life -- using Julyan's daughter, Ellie, as the perfect means for his ends. Where will all of this inquisitions lead? Is there indeed an untold story regarding Rebecca and her somewhat enigmatic life and death? Manderley may be long gone, but its legend still lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, Rebecca's Tale is an engrossing mystery, and will certainly keep you awake nights (or night?) trying to string together the trails of evidence presented. For you who are craving for stories similar to Agatha Christie's this book is definitely for you.&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/5374896495636550128-3116698299157089790?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/3116698299157089790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/rebeccas-tale-by-sally-beauman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/3116698299157089790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/3116698299157089790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/rebeccas-tale-by-sally-beauman.html' title='Rebecca&apos;s Tale by Sally Beauman'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdNCSlhpDVI/AAAAAAAABCw/TO60FYqruNo/s72-c/REBECCA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-6506316787891795552</id><published>2009-11-11T17:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:12:10.070+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='War'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Kumagai by Donald Richie [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHm0ynRnBI/AAAAAAAABCY/2XcwBh9nPo4/s1600-h/kumagai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHm0ynRnBI/AAAAAAAABCY/2XcwBh9nPo4/s320/kumagai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319286429515357202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A man, at the end of his long life, looks back at it and reflects on it. Popularly but erroniously seen as a romantic/tragic figure, he tells the truth of his life, and in so doing gives the reader an incomparable view of early medieval Japan (Kamakura period), the evolution of Japan from an aristocratic to martial society and makes one reflect on what we believe to be history.&lt;br /&gt;This is the saga of an old tale, a warrior wrestles down an enemy commander only to discover his foe is as young as his own son. Shaken and unable to abide by his duty and slay the youth, he decides to become a monk. This famous encounter between Kumagai no Jiro Naozane and Taira no Atsumori during Japan’s Heike wars has been an important part of Japan’s historical and religious tradition ever since.&lt;br /&gt;Well written, fascinating to read, impeccably researched and very accurate.&lt;br /&gt;In Memoirs of the Warrior Kumagai, Donald Richie challenges and upends conventional versions of this incident, even as he vividly evokes the world of the twelfth century Japanese warrior with uncompromising precision and authority. The result is a historical novel in the grand tradition, a work at once fresh and timeless.&lt;br /&gt;Not an 'action story', but the book has some excellent battle scenes.&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/5374896495636550128-6506316787891795552?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/6506316787891795552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/kumagai-by-donald-richie-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6506316787891795552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6506316787891795552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/kumagai-by-donald-richie-sold.html' title='Kumagai by Donald Richie [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHm0ynRnBI/AAAAAAAABCY/2XcwBh9nPo4/s72-c/kumagai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-576408883550219301</id><published>2009-11-11T17:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:10:30.939+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Rapscallion by James McGee</title><content type='html'>This is the third novel (the other two being Ratcatcher and Ressurectionist) featuring Matthew Hawkwood, a Bow Street Runner, and a bit of a loose cannon as far as taking orders from his superior is concerned. An ex-army officer and one of the best shots in his regiment. Matthew is more used to giving orders than taking them and he is not above bringing his own form of rough justice to the slums and drinking dens of Regency London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storyline places Hawkwood in the more rural setting of the Thames estuary and involves among other things smuggling and the prison ships known as the hulks. These are the rat infested, rotten, flea ridden stinking hulls of former men-of-war converted to hold French prisoners from the Napoleonic wars. To be sent to the hulks is tantamount to a death sentence. Amazing the Royal Navy have received information that a well organised smuggling racket is taking place within the confines of the hulks and when two naval officers sent to investigate mysteriously disappear it is time to see whether Hawkwood can fare any better in a world that is as close to hell as makes no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly less action in this one, but a little more history - but the history (prison ships, treatment of French prisoners etc) was not something I knew much about and it was interesting to read of an unpleasant aspect of our (British) history.&lt;br /&gt;As stated,the plot has a slower pace then previous as the scene is set, but then it snowballs up as we find there is more to the scenario then just basic smuggling and can Hawkwood intervene in time to stop a plan that could impact the war with the French?&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff again from Mr McGee - roll on the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-576408883550219301?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/576408883550219301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/rapscallion-by-james-mcgee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/576408883550219301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/576408883550219301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/rapscallion-by-james-mcgee.html' title='Rapscallion by James McGee'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-6324007216019359502</id><published>2009-11-11T17:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:09:38.102+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autobiography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Teacher Man by Frank McCourt   [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHkgSiCnlI/AAAAAAAABCQ/n6TUX1wF4hs/s1600-h/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHkgSiCnlI/AAAAAAAABCQ/n6TUX1wF4hs/s320/teacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319283878282829394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank McCourt's "Teacher Man" is a spellbinding lyrical ode to the craft of teaching. It is a rollicking, delightful trek across nearly thirty years in New York City public school classrooms that will surely please his devout legion of fans, and perhaps win some new admirers too. You will find much of the same plain, yet rather poetic, prose and rich dark humor that defines his first book, along with his undiminished, seemingly timeless, skill as a mesmerizing raconteur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All McCourt wanted to do was teach, which wasn't easy in the jumbled bureaucracy of the New York City school system. Pretty soon he realized the system wasn't run by teachers but by sterile functionaries. "I was uncomfortable with the bureaucrats, the higher-ups, who had escaped classrooms only to turn and bother the occupants of those classrooms, teachers and students. I never wanted to fill out their forms, follow their guidelines, administer their examinations, tolerate their snooping, adjust myself to their programs and courses of study.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As McCourt matured in his job, he found ingenious ways to motivate the kids: have them write "excuse notes" from Adam and Eve to God; use parts of a pen to define parts of a sentence; use cookbook recipes to get the students to think creatively. A particularly warming and enlightening lesson concerns a class of black girls at Seward Park High School who felt slighted when they were not invited to see a performance of Hamlet, and how they taught McCourt never to have diminished expectations about any of his students&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-6324007216019359502?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/6324007216019359502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/teacher-man-by-frank-mccourt-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6324007216019359502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6324007216019359502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/teacher-man-by-frank-mccourt-sold.html' title='Teacher Man by Frank McCourt   [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHkgSiCnlI/AAAAAAAABCQ/n6TUX1wF4hs/s72-c/teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-8725186011838337256</id><published>2009-11-11T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:08:09.366+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Romantic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd  [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHhukBn8KI/AAAAAAAABCI/xDFwV2Rv_sE/s1600-h/mc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHhukBn8KI/AAAAAAAABCI/xDFwV2Rv_sE/s320/mc.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319280824961986722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the abbey of a Benedictine monastery on tiny Egret Island, just off the coast of South Carolina, resides a beautiful and mysterious chair carved with mermaids and dedicated to a saint who, legend claims, was a mermaid before her conversion. Jessie Sullivan’s conventional life has been "molded to the smallest space possible." So when she is called home to cope with her mother’s startling and enigmatic act of violence, Jessie finds herself relieved to be apart from her husband, Hugh. Jessie loves Hugh, but on Egret isl, she becomes drawn to Brother Thomas, a monk who is simple months from taking his final vows. What transpires will unlock the roots of her mother’s tormented past, but most of all, as Jessie grapples with the tension of desire and the struggle to deny it, she will find a freedom that feels overwhelmingly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mermaid Chair is a vividly imagined novel about the passions of the spirit and the ecstasies of the body, one that illuminates a woman’s self-awakening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-8725186011838337256?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/8725186011838337256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/mermaid-chair-by-sue-monk-kidd-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/8725186011838337256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/8725186011838337256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/mermaid-chair-by-sue-monk-kidd-sold.html' title='The Mermaid Chair by Sue Monk Kidd  [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHhukBn8KI/AAAAAAAABCI/xDFwV2Rv_sE/s72-c/mc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-6926323894233499596</id><published>2009-11-11T17:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:07:12.554+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd  [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lily Owen is a 14 year old girl who lives on a peach farm in South Carolina with her father, whom she calls T Ray because she never fits him. She has memories of a fateful day when she was only four, when her mother was anxiously clearing the closet and packing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a vividly touching story of a white girl with a good heart who grew up feeling guilty and unloved, and how she eventually found maternal love, friendship and acceptanc&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHhHR7gHpI/AAAAAAAABCA/jB8u0QA2JzE/s1600-h/secret-life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHhHR7gHpI/AAAAAAAABCA/jB8u0QA2JzE/s320/secret-life.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319280150089571986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e with coloured people at a time when racism was deep. When Lily and her black domestic worker, Rosaleen, ran away from home after getting into trouble with the authorities, they took refuge in the home of 3 black sisters. The sisters ran a honey business, and it is here that Lily learn abt bee keeping, love and relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one of the black ladies, May, committed suicide because she was “tired of carrying around the weight of the world”, there was a pall of sadness in the community. But May left them some wise words in her suicide note to her sisters. She had told them that “when it’s time to die, go ahead and die, and when it’s time to live, live. Don’t sort-of-maybe live, but live like you’re going all out, like you are not afraid.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, Lily finally found peace in her heart. She found the sign she had been seeking all her young life - that her mother had actually loved her and had not simply abandoned her as her father had told her. She found the wisdom to understand the hurt and betrayal her father had felt when her mother left him, which contributed to his bitterness and cruel coldness in his relationship with her, his only daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Life of Bees is a beautifully written story that is heart-warming and sensitive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-6926323894233499596?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/6926323894233499596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-life-of-bees-by-sue-monk-kidd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6926323894233499596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/6926323894233499596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/secret-life-of-bees-by-sue-monk-kidd.html' title='The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd  [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHhHR7gHpI/AAAAAAAABCA/jB8u0QA2JzE/s72-c/secret-life.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-5123410653310932184</id><published>2009-11-11T17:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:06:31.229+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phyloshopy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Tales From Watership Down by Richard Adams [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHgqP8aLHI/AAAAAAAABB4/JmBdW7djJ0A/s1600-h/adams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHgqP8aLHI/AAAAAAAABB4/JmBdW7djJ0A/s320/adams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319279651340299378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories about the Watership Down warren and the characters from the first book are a bit more satisfying. Interesting ideas and characters, such as the warren Thinial, which is headed by a female chief rabbit named Flyairth, are taken up and discarded. Strangely, as a result of this small storyline Hazel names Hyzenthlay the Watership warren's first female Chief Rabbit and an equal co-ruler with himself. While it's refreshing to see a female rabbit gain a high position in a story that has been almost without exception focused on male characters, the switch seemed groundless. Other stories, such as the ones about the rabbits Sandwort and Stonecrop, were interesting but not gripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good story for your children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Riswan Lintang-RL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-5123410653310932184?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/5123410653310932184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/tales-from-watership-down-by-richard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/5123410653310932184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/5123410653310932184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/tales-from-watership-down-by-richard.html' title='Tales From Watership Down by Richard Adams [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHgqP8aLHI/AAAAAAAABB4/JmBdW7djJ0A/s72-c/adams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-2270647045295439707</id><published>2009-11-11T17:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:04:29.320+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri  [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Namesake is the story of Gogol Ganguli a child of Bengali immigrants to America who hates his first name and doesn’t know what it means. Neither does anyone else. It is later explained that his father named him after a nineteenth century Russian poet. The entire book is based on Gogol’s various failed attempts to change his name.&lt;br /&gt;Like her character Gogol, Jhumpa herself is a child of Indian immigrants to America. She was born to Bengali parents in London from where her parents went to Rhode Island even before she was old enough to sit up.&lt;br /&gt;Her characters are semi-real, based on people she knew and the people she met while visiting India but the situations are invented giving her stories a universal appeal.&lt;br /&gt;The Interpretor of Maladies was based on her own experiences. Being an immigrant he&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHWXlXcNwI/AAAAAAAABBw/VLM8cG1jvvo/s1600-h/namesake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHWXlXcNwI/AAAAAAAABBw/VLM8cG1jvvo/s200/namesake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319268335557031682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rself, she realised the importance of family bonds which tied people to their homelands. Even her new book The Namesake is somewhat based on her own experiences. In a world where she looked different and was labeled an outsider, Lahiri felt as if she did not belong. India with its vibrant colours and versatility gave life to her starving existence and as a child, she loved visiting the country that stimulated her very being.&lt;br /&gt;The last holds true for her latest novel because each situation is elaborated cogently with rhythmic sentences, drugging the readers with a style that makes them eager for more. The story lulls readers with its smoothness, and the Western audience is taken in by the Indian setting.&lt;br /&gt;Lahiri chronicles her characters' lives with both objectivity and compassion, being a writer of uncommon elegance and poise. Her new book though thin in appearance hides a highly polished package.&lt;br /&gt;A dazzling storyteller, Lahiri has an eye for a nuance and an ear for irony. Which explains the ease with which she has taken her seat among the best story writers of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Riswan Lintang-RL&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/5374896495636550128-2270647045295439707?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/2270647045295439707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/namesake-by-jhumpa-lahiri-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2270647045295439707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2270647045295439707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/namesake-by-jhumpa-lahiri-sold.html' title='The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri  [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHWXlXcNwI/AAAAAAAABBw/VLM8cG1jvvo/s72-c/namesake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-3933254024898777859</id><published>2009-11-11T17:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:03:13.967+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Urban Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Vernon God Little by D.B.C. Pierre  [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vernon Little is a 15-year old boy living in Martirio, Texas, and his best friend, Jesus, has murdered 16 of their classmates before killing himself. Since the murderer is dead, the town wants vengeance and turns its sight on Vernon, assuming he must have been part of his best friend's evil plot. As the book begins, Vernon has been arrested and being questioned by a deputy sheriff. In a style that will be repeated often throughout the book, the deputy i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHTlfM2_cI/AAAAAAAABBo/Oi1qz2wJFQM/s1600-h/200px-Vernon-god-little-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHTlfM2_cI/AAAAAAAABBo/Oi1qz2wJFQM/s200/200px-Vernon-god-little-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319265275885321666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sn't too concerned with the truth as Vernon wants to tell it, but rather one that fits her idea of what the truth should be. The following exchange sets up many of the ideas for the rest of the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh-huh. Let me explain that my job is to uncover the truth. Before you think that's a hard thing to do, I'll remind you that, stuss-tistically, only two major forces govern life in this world. Can you name the two forces underlying all life in this world?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh -- wealth and poverty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Not wealth and poverty.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good and evil?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No -- Cause and effect. And before we start I want you to name the two categories of people that inhabit our world. Can you name the two proven categories of people?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Causers and effecters?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No. Citizens -- and liars. Are you with me Mister Little. Are you here?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wealth and poverty, good and evil, cause and effect, these are all themes DBC Pierre explores in the novel. Vernon, however, has trouble understanding any of them. He's a keen observer of the world, though, and much of the fun in this novel comes from Vernon's take on life. He describes the unattractive qualities of the local teenage slut when the boys saw her naked, "It cured us of any horniness we might have." He notices the constant half-smile and false laughs of the attorneys and wondered if they were born to the profession. "Maybe they let a hooshy laugh slip when they were babies, and their folks said, 'Look, honey, an attorney.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Vernon goes in search of these truths to understand his life, we too can learn something from him. Take a chance with Vernon Little and you just might be surprised at what you find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Riswan Lintang-RL&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/5374896495636550128-3933254024898777859?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/3933254024898777859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/vernon-god-little-by-dbc-pierre-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/3933254024898777859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/3933254024898777859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/vernon-god-little-by-dbc-pierre-sold.html' title='Vernon God Little by D.B.C. Pierre  [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHTlfM2_cI/AAAAAAAABBo/Oi1qz2wJFQM/s72-c/200px-Vernon-god-little-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-4446388784794375858</id><published>2009-11-11T17:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:01:51.501+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Myth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C.S. Lewis' Till We Have Faces is set in the imaginary country of Glome, the Hellenistic world and Greek culture, about 200 years before the birth of Christ. Orual, the eldest daughter of the King of Glome records her life story in Faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very early on in the book it is obvious that in Glome much weight is placed on appearance. Orual, possibly the most controversial character in the book, is often regarded as ugly; even called curd-face and goblin daughter by her own father. she wears a veil to not only cover her face but also shut out her feelings from the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extreme opposite of Orual is Psyche, Orual's step-sister. When Psyche is born, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHSyrDVhuI/AAAAAAAABBg/QJetTYID_TA/s1600-h/lewis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHSyrDVhuI/AAAAAAAABBg/QJetTYID_TA/s200/lewis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319264402893276898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her older step-sister is always by her side, continually caring for her like a mother. Psyche is regarded as very beautiful and her beauty is said to rival even that of Ungit [Aphrodite in Greek], the goddess of nature. She is at first worshipped as a goddess and is believed to possess healing powers. Psyche does not understand why so many people treat her differently. At one time a mother with her baby comes to young Psyche and pleads her to kiss her baby, because she said her baby would be beautiful if she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time when Psyche was born, Orual developed a strong connection with her step-sister. She loves her more than anything. In one part of the book she says of Psyche: “She made beauty all around her.” In another section “I wanted her to be my full sister instead of my half sister.” Orual longed to be as close to Psyche as she could. Perhaps she sees in Psyche what she longs to see in herself – a feeling of worth and a feeling that she is also beautiful. Psyche herself never once comments on her step-sister's appearance. She tells her often that she is loved. “...what have I ever had to love besides you...?” .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orual is pessimistic and though a strong leader, cold and bitter. She has grown up without much love, save from Psyche who eventually disappears. People respect Orual, but because she wears a veil they assume she must be ugly. Orual hears what rumors are going around about her appearance, and therefore wears the veil because of fear. When she was young she was constantly abused by her father and had been the target of his wrath. This had a definite effect on Orual's state of mind and view of the world. The way we see ourselves influences the way we see the world. The way we see the world influences the way we see ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of Orual's life, she decides to write down her life story, which is Till We Have Faces. She has grown up, become queen, and hid her face from people for a long time. Psyche has long since disappeared. Orual herself says in the book: “Now, you who read, judge between the gods and me. They gave me nothing in the world to love but Psyche and then took her from me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Riswan Lintang-RL&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/5374896495636550128-4446388784794375858?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/4446388784794375858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/till-we-have-faces-by-cs-lewis-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4446388784794375858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4446388784794375858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/till-we-have-faces-by-cs-lewis-sold.html' title='Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHSyrDVhuI/AAAAAAAABBg/QJetTYID_TA/s72-c/lewis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-2162387931826894107</id><published>2009-11-11T16:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:00:32.304+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Song of Kali by Dan Simmons  [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Song of Kali is Dan Simmons’ first novel and was published in 1985. It is set in Calcutta in 1977 with the Emergency as a backdrop. It has been categorized as a horror novel or a work of fantasy and has even been awarded the World Fantasy Award. However, in My opinion, I see it as a work of crime fiction with the Tantric sect of Kapalikas as the centerpiece and the accompanying Tantric rites contributing to the eerie atmosphere and a supernatural element that contributes to the “horror”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those who like this genre of work, this is a good read. Simmons is able to capture the atmosphere of Calcutta of the 70s. Those familiar with the city in those times will recollect well the author’s description of the endless power cuts, dead telephone lines, communist posters all over the city and the general sense of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHRiPe-rXI/AAAAAAAABBY/dh1XXGWvefY/s1600-h/kali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHRiPe-rXI/AAAAAAAABBY/dh1XXGWvefY/s200/kali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319263021103492466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; decay that made Rajiv Gandhi call it a “dying city”. Considering that Dan Simmons is said to have spent just two days in Calcutta when he wrote the book, I must say that he conveys the essence of the city as it was in the 70s very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief character of the book is an American Poet and journalist Robert Luczac who is married to Amrita, an Indian born mathematician. He travels to Calcutta with her and their infant daughter to collect a work by a noted Indian and Calcutta based poet, M. Das for publication in Harper’s Magazine as well as a small literary publication called “Voices” edited by his mentor Abraham Bronstein. Das has been missing for some years and is presumed dead but recently rumors have begun circulating of a new and epic work by the poet which Harper’s would like to use. But Bronstein who has been a journalist before and has been to Calcutta briefly decades before warns Luczac not to go without citing any specific reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things start going wrong from the time Luczac and his wife land in Calcutta. The man who was supposed to meet them is not there, but there is some one else and he presents convincing credentials and so they allow him to guide him to their hotel – The Oberoi Grand. From there the story proceeds at a very rapid pace till Luczac finds himself sucked into the shadowy world of the Kali worshipping Kapalika community and their shadowy rituals which include their initiation ceremonies which include human sacrifices. Dan Simmons recreates the ambiance by inserting recitations from the Sathpatha Brahmana, an almanac on sacrificial rituals, the Gayatri Mantra as well as tantric verses like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O terrible wife of Siva / Your tongue is drinking the blood, / O dark Mother! O unclad Mother……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in creating a mystical atmosphere in which the super natural occurrences in the book occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last chapter, Simmons departs from the usual style of horror novels as he gets Luzac to attempts some kind of an explanation for what he has seen and experienced. Luzac’s summary is “I think that there are black holes in reality. Black Holes in the human spirit. And actual places where, because of density or misery or sheer human perversity, the fabric of things just comes apart and that black core in us swallows all the rest”. Maybe Luzac is right. But meanwhile, the book is worth a read not so much for its horror element but for the very vivid way in which Calcutta of the late Seventies when the Left Front government had just come to power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good reading-time, guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Riswan Lintang-RL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5374896495636550128-2162387931826894107?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/2162387931826894107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-kali-by-dan-simmons-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2162387931826894107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/2162387931826894107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-of-kali-by-dan-simmons-sold.html' title='Song of Kali by Dan Simmons  [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHRiPe-rXI/AAAAAAAABBY/dh1XXGWvefY/s72-c/kali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-4259054522142639777</id><published>2009-11-11T16:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:57:40.381+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suspense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Book of Air and Shadow by Michael Gruber  [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would a lost Shakespeare play be worth? In Michael Gruber's The Book of Air and Shadows, the estimate is 150 million dollars. Now there's a treasure, and every good thriller needs a treasure hunt. To heighten the tension, some valuable, or invaluable, item must be at the center of the quest. The more valuable it is, the more people will want to get their hands on it first, or steal it from someone who manages to grab it first. It's a mad, mad, mad world after all. Michael Gruber elevates The Book of Air and Shadows above the usual "treasure hunt thriller" with an intriguing premise, interesting characters, and enough wit and erudition to entertain the reader all the way to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Air and Shadows is told from three perspectives. Jake Mishkin tells the story in retrospect while hiding out at Mickey's lake house. Albert Crosetti's story is told i&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHIEFpxsbI/AAAAAAAABBI/BhhucGJsjc4/s1600-h/book-of-air-and-shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHIEFpxsbI/AAAAAAAABBI/BhhucGJsjc4/s200/book-of-air-and-shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319252607463698866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n third-person as he struggles to understand the ciphers and find out what happened to Carolyn. Richard Bracegirdle tells his story through his letters, giving a peek into life in the 17th century and how he was hired to spy on William Shakespeare in an attempt to ruin the famous bard. The Book of Air and Shadows takes this treasure hunt and turns up the intensity. To protect their loved ones, Jake and Crosetti must find the missing play, although there is the possibility that if it even once existed, it may be lost to time forever. To make matters worse, there is evidence that it may all be a hoax. Bulstrode had already suffered a devastating career setback earlier when he authenticated forged Shakespeare documents. The Russian gangsters, and there appears to be more than one group involved, will settle for nothing less than the discovery of the missing play. Who they work for remains a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Gruber keeps the pace of The Book of Air and Shadows moving at a suspenseful clip. There are double crosses, kidnappings, gun battles, the search for clues which might never be understood, and an ambiguous understanding of just where the truth lies. The truth is something different to Jake and Crosetti. At one point Jake explains that all a lawyer does it concoct a fiction that seems more realistic to a jury than the opposing counsel's fiction. Crosetti, who keeps seeing everything through a filmmaker's lens, sees reality created by the movies. He keeps predicting their enemies' next moves by what they would do if it were all a movie, since life imitates art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Riswan Lintang&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/5374896495636550128-4259054522142639777?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/4259054522142639777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-of-air-and-shadow-by-michael.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4259054522142639777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/4259054522142639777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-of-air-and-shadow-by-michael.html' title='The Book of Air and Shadow by Michael Gruber  [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHIEFpxsbI/AAAAAAAABBI/BhhucGJsjc4/s72-c/book-of-air-and-shadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374896495636550128.post-491395245300563477</id><published>2009-11-11T16:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:54:57.592+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-fiction'/><title type='text'>Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt   [SOLD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The author begins his memoir with the voice of a narrator: describing people, events, etc. The writing is incredibly honest. It flows from sentence to sentence, paragraph to paragraph, page to page. McCourt puts himself right back into the mind of his younger self, and seems to be talking and thinking just as he would from ages 4 through a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHGK50KdBI/AAAAAAAABBA/3Od-U2zq9F0/s1600-h/angelas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHGK50KdBI/AAAAAAAABBA/3Od-U2zq9F0/s200/angelas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319250525521867794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He speaks of his family. His father that couldn't keep his wages in his pocket on pay day, and could not make it home without stopping for a pint (or two) along the way. Yet a man who seemed to understand his young sons, and always had what seemed sage advice and a great love for his children. His mother's suffering, with the loss of children dyeing, trying to make do for her family by begging, and did whatever it took to keep her children warm and fed. He writes quite honestly, about his schooling, his relatives,the many illnesses he and the family went through, his taking to petty thefts to keep from starving, discovering his sexuality, the jobs he had to do, and his great desire to go back to America, where he was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories are sad, and will tug at your heartstrings, but the humor he uses in describing the sometimes dehumanizing events (having to empty and clean disgusting chamber pots among them) make this a stand out read instead of a woe-is-me theme.The characters jump off the page, you can hear them speak with their thick Irish accents, or in some cases New York. He writes of all the doors that were closed in his face, when he needed help, but you can feel the tenacity with which he continued to move his life forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a touching yet nice-to-read book, Angela's Ashes is something you're looking for.&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/5374896495636550128-491395245300563477?l=readinglights-review.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/feeds/491395245300563477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/angelas-ashes-by-frank-mccourt-sold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/491395245300563477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374896495636550128/posts/default/491395245300563477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readinglights-review.blogspot.com/2009/11/angelas-ashes-by-frank-mccourt-sold.html' title='Angela&apos;s Ashes by Frank McCourt   [SOLD]'/><author><name>Reading Lights</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00137426301974518210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SaovN1uyWVI/AAAAAAAAA-s/tv9OKxy9s9E/S220/logo-web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6rTLKB4ZN8/SdHGK50KdBI/AAAAAAAABBA/3Od-U2zq9F0/s72-c/angelas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
