tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81330952287441073512024-03-12T18:21:08.407-07:00The Literary BookieBecause Finding Your Next Book Shouldn't Be A Gamble.S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-89171164787619962332013-06-25T04:40:00.002-07:002013-06-25T04:40:23.761-07:00Best Book Bets - 6/25/13<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>OK, Koontz' <i>Deeply Odd</i> drops today as does <i>Beautiful Day</i> by Hildenbrand but you don't need the Bookie to tell you that. The Bookie is hear to give you the dish on the best of the new releases NOT the most popular. Sometimes they are one in the same, but not usually. Enjoy this new crop of must-reads!</b></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Sisterland </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Curtis Sittenfeld </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Twins, creepy, am I right? If you're a
twin, big sorry but it doesn't make it not true. Curtis Sittenfeld, New
York Times bestselling author of <i>American Wife</i> and <i>Prep</i>
makes these girls psychic wunderkinds who can see other people’s
futures. One girl loves this, the other, not so much. They grow up and
go there separate ways. After an earthquake the happy psychic sister Vi
reports on TV her premonition of any even larger disaster to hit her
hometown. Kate,the other sister who just wants normalcy in her life
finds her sister’s celebrity making that but a dream. She also knows
that her sister’s prediction is right. Haunting at times, humorous at
others (how can you write about psychic twins and not be) the novel uses
this device as a way of freshening up the distant siblings who need to
bury the hatchet scenario.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Farrar, Straus & Giroux)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Cinnamon and Gunpowder </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Eli Brown</span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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writing Treasure Island? This ribald adventure has it all;
swashbuckling, romance, banquets… Pirate Missy Mad Hannah kidnaps a
renown chef who she toys with by sparing his life as long as she has an
exquisite feast each Sunday. It becomes a Master Chef mystery box
challenge as the cook has to McGuiver together gourmet meals with what
is at hand. For the pirate captain their back and forth is a courtship
she hasn’t time for while repressing a mutineer and searching for her
nemesis the Brass Fox. A rollicking good read seaside as they ship of
well meaning fools bond together. One for all and to every captain a
chef! Arrgg! I mean, Bon Appétit!</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Reviver </span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seth Patrick</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span id="freeText3512680523584370737"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">) </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here’s a new take on a monster. Revivers
can wake the dead but they due so in a most sadistic manner; so that the
recently dead only to have them witness there death once again. They
are used by law enforcement to have murder victim testify during their
own trials. Jonah is a reviver who is sure that he has awakened more
than the recently demised. Investigating the recent murder of a news
reporter he discovers the truth about his kind and the presence that
watches from the shadows. An inventive mash-up of horror and crime drama
that is perfect for those fascinated with the whole futuristic crime
investigation wave we seem to be in as of late.</span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Loyalty </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Ingrid Thoft </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The bookie always takes a shine to novels
set in bean town. Here we have Fina, an all but outcast member of the
powerful Ludlow family and empire. She is ostracized from her family but
kept on as a P.I. for the many interests of her family’s empire. Her
sister-in-law goes missing and she is appointed to get her back without
police or the press ever the wiser. Not too easy to do when they as
thick as thieves into the abduction and subsequent cover-up. Fina makes
for a feisty character and you warm up to her chip on her shoulder
quickly. The novel makes for a fun and tense read; <span> </span>hopefully the beginning of a new Boston crime series.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Antonia Lively Breaks The Silence </span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Davis Samuel Levinson</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">When Catherine’s author husband died she
had her suspicions as to the true cause. She stays in the college town
they once lived together intent on making a new start. An old haunt
arrives in town to work at the college, her old flame, a critic who
single-handedly destroyed her former husband’s credibility as a serious
writer. Old flames ignite but he did not come alone but with a young
lady poised to be the next be thing in literature. An unlikely
friendship between the two women starts until Catherine realizes the
writer’s only intent is to steal the story of her husband’s death for
her next novel. A weighty debut filled with an array of desires for
fame, purpose and, yes, love.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Shambling Guide to New York City </span>- </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Mur Lafferty</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With all the oh-so-series zombie
troupes out on the market its refreshing to find a novel that
understands that if you step back for a second, zombies are kinds funny.
This is one wacky, good-times zombie novel if there ever was one. Zoe
finds herself writing a tour guide of New York for, you guessed it,
zombies (didn’t know they read, better than a lot in our community who
are dead from the neck up.) Landing the job was no easy feat do to all
the human-<i>ists</i> out there prejudicing against her because
of her living status and all. She delves deep into the monstrous city
finding that her investigation has unearthed a problem that will divide
the beasts from the humans once and for all. <i>Run, Zoe, Run</i> as the story unfolds.Even the Litchenstein-esque cover lets you know its a satire of our culture.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Behind the Burly Q: The Story of Burlesque in America</b></i></span></span><i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Leslie Zemeckis </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No matter what coast you decide to be hip
on, you realize that burlesque has come back big time. All the girls who
practice the fine art of seductive theatricality are keenly aware of
the heritage. <span> </span>Back in the first half of the last
century it was all the rage, a melting pot where our musicians,
comedians and starlets would be forged. <span> </span>While the
book is a feat just as an archival work, its real charm is in the heart
revealed beneath. Zemeckis loves everything about this art form’s past
and resurgence and shared it in an accompanying documentary. The same
warmth and adulation shared in the film comes across in book form as
well as she presents the word-of-mouth tales of the heyday.</span></span><br />
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<span id="freeText9030613014080621061"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Shark's Paintbrush; Biomimicry and How Nature is Inspiring Innovation</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Jay Harman</span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17103038773679586235"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The more scientists discover and brainiacs
invent the more they learn that Mother Nature has already beat them
hands down. As climates change so do they creating organic modifications
honed for survival. Businesses can learn a lot about evolving by such a
model and Harmen goes on an exhaustive quest to prove that cost
efficiency and ecologically sensitive innovation can be a win-win in
business and in nature. Who knew a bumblebee is aerodynamically more
advanced than a modern plane? Biomimicry may be the new business buzz
word after this.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Little Brown)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>When You Were Here - Daisy Whitney</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">YOUNG ADULT</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><b>)</b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here’s a powerful novel who’s moral is in a
nutshell if you want to move forward after death has touched your life
you do it by embracing life. Danny loses his Mom to cancer just before
his graduation. He is left alone with his dog Sandy Koufax and the
former love of his life. Happiness seems a lifetime away. When a letter
comes from Tokyo where his mother was undergoing treatment he is privy
to a side of his mother he never knew existed. Her final months appeared
to be filled with joy, not grieving. Danny packs up to find the source
of her happiness immersing himself in the culture of the land in hopes
of connecting with his mother one last time.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Redhook)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>The Universe Versus Alex Woods - Gavin Extence</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b> </b></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Alex is like the Bizarro version of Ferris
Bueller, misfortune seems to follow him. Even at ten he was struck by a
meteorite. How’s that for bad luck. In this novel we get to follow this
nebbish through a series of misadventures. In Alex experience
cohesiveness and chaos go hand in hand and as we follow him on his trek
with the seasoned widower Mr. Peterson we learn that to enjoy life you
just have to buckle up and forage through to make it count. All this and
references to Kurt Vonnegut? We’re on board for the ride.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Random Hous for YR)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Escape from Mr. Lemoncello’s Library </b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b></b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Chris Grabenstein </span></b><br />
<span id="freeText268491197478797580"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><b> </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A new town library becomes a labyrinth of
clues and puzzles to challenge Kyle and his classmates during a weekend
purposely locked inside by the imcomparable puzzlesmith Lemoncello. Kyle
is a gamer amongst gamers but nothing compared him for the challenges
ahead. This is a<span> </span>highbred independent reader
combing some of the favorite conventions of the classics. Award-winning
mystery writer Grabenstein uses Snicket’s humor, Dahl’s glib wordplay
and ads the clue structure so popular in the latest serial books to
great effect maing the library a place where all adventure begins. A
great read, a fun game in itself and, alas, no batteries required!</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Harper Collins)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Wig In The Window</span></span></i> - Kristen Kittscher</span></span></b></span><span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sophie and Grace are BFFs and PIs; best
friends and spying is their game. On night they see a bloody crime at
the house of Dr. Awkward from school. They are sure of it, with all that
blood! It starts to turn into a junior high Rear Window or Suburbia as
they girls suspicions are raised. The doctor was always awkward but now
he looked awkward and guilty. Lots of suspicious characters and spooky
times lie ahead for these girls. A fun, light-hearted romp for a sum.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> (Philomel)</td></tr>
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Day the Crayons Quit</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Drew Daywalt, illus. Oliver Jeffers</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2648174809388395354"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">CHILDRENS</span>)<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8733403639733886207"><i> </i></span>Do your kids like to color? Of course they
do, what child doesn’t? But what would happen if the crayons went on
strike! That’s the premise of this cute book of bickering colors and
their colorful grievances. Jeffers, gifted children writer on his own
(The Moose is with Me, a classic) brings a lot to the book with his
simple but humorous illustrations. Sure to have your kids whipping up
puns of there own. Follow reading time up with a coloring session and
you have a perfectly creative afternoon.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Count The Monkeys - </i> Mac Barnett, illus. Kevin Cornell</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Not since 5 monkeys jumped on beds was
there as much primate fun (and fear) as in this delightful counting
book. Forget about the monkeys count THAT and then THAT; all the things
that make the monkeys scatter. Each page is a novel reveal as we rush
though the jungle with our furry friends. Filled with many a
monkeyshine, just count’m all…1…2…3…4…</span></span>S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-44179578151930064152013-06-18T04:50:00.003-07:002013-06-19T03:53:57.204-07:00Best Book Bets 6/18/2013<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Hope you had a great Dad's Day. Before we dole out the best book picks of the week (and continue to celebrate the year of the Gaiman) we toss up this recommend for the Dads. It has all the makings of a summer of smiles.</b></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Workman)</td></tr>
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Made by Dad: 67 Blueprints for Making Cool Stuff: Projects You Can Build for (and With) Your Kids!</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Scott Bedford</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText6449734126074266789">Secret Candy<b> </b>Soup Can? Check! Bunk Bed Communicator? </span><span id="freeText6449734126074266789"><span id="freeText6449734126074266789">Check! </span>Crocodile Toast Grabber? Check! </span></span></span><span id="freeText6449734126074266789"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText6449734126074266789">Be the cool Dad on the block by using this book as your manual. </span>Part <i>Dangerous Books for</i>.. knock-off/ part hipster designer present for his own kiddos, Bedford's book celebrates creativity with scrawling illustrations fueled by an irrepressible imagination presenting straight forward directions for one project after another. Form follows function while at the same time painting well out of the box. </span></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Ocean at the End of the Lane </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Neil Gaiman </span></span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Sea Change </span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">S.M. Wheeler</span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Execution of Noa P. Singleton </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"></span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Elizabeth L. Silver </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The House of Impossible Loves </span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Cristina Lopez Barrion, trans. Lisa Carter </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText9493244665285843377">Here is an powerful, challenging debut by an author who refuses to limit his imagination in search of the truth of his novel. You might say the book is a meditation on just what constitutes a marriage; childbearing or a couple devoutly sharing this epic called life. Others might say its about a couple who together search for the simpler things in life and thrive to raise a family with results that are confounding and enraging. Still others won't get past the wife's gift of weaving things into being with her voice, a birth all its own. Still others will dwell on the shadow of the bear (a nod to John Irving?) and the mystery of the land the couple tries to forge their family from. Its all of this mischagaz and more. Isn't that the beauty of good writing? </span></span></span></div>
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<span id="freeText9030613014080621061"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Boys In The Boat</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Daniel James Brown</span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17103038773679586235"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8764507609271554575">We have had a good share of non-fiction accounts of individuals living through the era of WWII that give us a unique take on the time; Laura Hillenbrands's Unbroken most recently, </span></span></span><span id="freeText8764507609271554575"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8764507609271554575">Jeremy Schaap's </span>Triumph: The Untold Story of Jesse Owens and Hitler's Olympics back in 2007. Here is another tale of Everymen taking a stand in their own indelible style. This tale of triumph is pulled from the journals of the participants. Like the talented Eric Larson, Brown finds the thread connecting the stories and uses a keen narrative style to present the passion that lead to victory as USA defeated the world right under the nose of Adolf Hitler. As fiction is increasingly being weened from school curriculum we need to depend on book's with this strong sense of story such as this to provide student's with an appreciation of good storytelling.</span></span><b><b><br /></b></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Boy Nobody - Allen Zadoff</i></b></span></span></div>
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young readers set. The nobody in question is just an average Joe on
campus, nothing to call attention to himself. His real identity is a
covert spy infiltrating subjects marked for execution, in mean,
unfortunate death by natural causes. He's not the only kid nobody being
manipulated by the Big Brother-esque organization know as The Program.
Though brain washed the nobody learns that his parents were victims of
natural causes and so begins his battle for normalcy and identity. Lots
of action to follow fueled by his paranoia as he fights to be somebody.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>September Girls - Bennett Madison </i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b> </b></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Don't know if this is recommended because it is a superior
coming-of-age novel along the lines of Perks of Being a Wallflower and
The Last Picture Show or because the book is named after a song by pop
music supergroup Big Star. A bit of both perhaps. Sam is lucky enough to
spend a summer at the beach in a town knee deep in gorgeous blondes.
Its a male teenagers dream, right? Problem is there is something odd
about it all. The girls treat him like a stud. He even starts to fall
for one of them, Dee-Dee. He's sure she feels the same but she grows
distant as if he is getting too close to something he shouldn't know
about, something intrisinctly linked to the sea. Can someone say Ariel?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Kelsey Green, Reading Queen</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Claudia Mills, illus. by Rob Shepperson </span></b><br />
<span id="freeText268491197478797580"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><b> </b><span id="freeText12801704600214746639"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">An early chapter book about reading as a competitive sport? I'm all in! Kelsey can read like nobody's business but her book worm rep is threatened by the infamous Simon who she thinks is lying about his literary accomplishments. The school has a reading contest and she'll need her non-reading friend Cody and her underachieving BFFs to step up in the reading department if they are going to beat the fabricated achievements of Simon's team. What ever gets you to read works for me.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Monstore</span></span></i> - Tara Lazer, illus. James Burke</span></span></b></span><span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText7700715151015983562">When I was a kid you could order monsters and potions and x-ray glasses from the back of a comic book. Zack has it even better when he discovers a monster 7-Eleven located in the back of a sweet shoppe. Gracie has a sister who needs a little scare. He buys his monster without reading the mouse print on the store's sign: No returns. Monsters are whimsical not scary but the story is more fun than the Monsters Inc. sequel. </span></span></span><br />
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Odd Duck</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Cecil Castellucci, illus. Sara Varon</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2648174809388395354"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">CHILDRENS</span>)<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13180665285293432065">What child hasn't felt like an odd duck, like, all the time! Theodora is normal in her own wacky little world wear its normal to wear a tea service on your head. One day she meets Chad who has his own wacky sense of normal. Asks the big question, in a world of a thousand different ways to express oneself, who is to say just what normal is. The increasing nonsense that unspools will instill titters and giggles in the little tykes as the two forge a frienship accepting each other as they are. Disclaimer: Not responsible for children wearing gloves on there feet or pizza as a hat but don't worry, its completely normal.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Dragons Love Tacos - </i> Adam Rubin, illus. Daniel Salmieri</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11604890149412344014">If only R.R. Martin knew this one of his chiff-hangers could have been a fiesta! Here is another hit by the authors of the silly <i>Those Darn Squirrels!</i> They love all kinds of tacos and is such fun listing them. They will eat and eat and eat some more. But what goes with tacos? When dragons try salsa as hot as their own fire breath... watch out. Fun premise accompanied by cute illustrations of voracious mythical creatures makes for a book worthy of several encores. Just don't tell the Lannisters!</span></span></span>S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-50928429225599188482013-06-11T04:55:00.002-07:002013-06-11T05:01:59.673-07:00Best Book Bets - 6/11/13<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>Thugs called monkey? Monkeys in pirate hats? Ghostly lakes and things that go bump in the dark woods? Unseemly pasts that come back to haunt? BFFs forever throughout it all? Must be the beginning of the summer read season. Enjoy!</b></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Bad Monkey </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Carl Hiaasen </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I don’t know how I like Hiaasen best; as the quirky writer of infectious independent readers for teens like <i>Hoot</i> and <i>Flush</i>
or the oddball mystery writer with a treasure trove of Florida
eccentrics to populate his yarns. Well this month it’s the latter. Just
in time to fill my beach bag he comes up with and equally hilarious and
suspenseful tale of Miami vice. Near-do-well police officer keeps a
frozen arm in his freezer. He believes that if he solves its mystery and
the murder he suspects his life will turn around. It’s the best
appendage used as a plot driver since Bambi’s baby toe in <i>The Big Lebowski</i>.
Yancy follows the leads and an assortment of characters only Hiaasen
could dream up until he’s face to face with the bad monkey himself, a
deliciously badass criminal. Put on extra sunscreen, you will get lost
reading this welcomed beach read.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>If You Were Here </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Alafair Burke</span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></span></b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A woman saves a teenager from a subway
accident and becomes this hour’s heroine. McKenna Wright is working on a
feature article on the event when she swears she recognizes the woman
on the security video as her long lost friend Susan who disappeared
shortly after military service a decade before. Now she has two stories
to uncover. What she learns about the mystery woman, her disappearance
and why she’s back will have the reporter doubting everything about her
life. A riveting tale of a woman lost in a mystery in The Big apple who
seeks the truth no matter what the cost.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Silver Star </span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jeannette Walls</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span id="freeText3512680523584370737"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">) </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">First came her memoir The Glass Castle,
then her fictionalized account of her grandmother’s childhood, Half
Broke Horses. The latter lacked the rooted-in-reality impact of her
debut. Silver Star however learns how to recapture that desperate
rooting for the in peril characters with her young character Bean and
her older sister Liz after her flighty mother Charlotte leaves them with
barely enough to get by. They wind up at at the run-down mansion of
their uncle. Bean loves her sister, her smarts remind her of her mother.
They start a life in a new town but eventually the bookish nature of
her sister brands her as different. One day something awful happens, of
course, because its Wall’s novel and Bean has to come to her sister’s
defense. Tough and passionate, this is Walls finally finding her
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Touchstone)</td></tr>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Time Flies</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Claire Cook </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Summer approaches, the plovers are
nesting, its time for a cozy summer read and no one out there dolls out
the pick-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps with the help of a friend by
your side and smell the sea air better than Cook. Her recipe seems
similar, two friends at a crossroads, an emotional train wreck up ahead
and further up the road a life lesson learned. The trick is each time
out the author finds the uniqueness of her characters and allows them to
find there own way. Relating with her characters and following them
through their trials is like test runs for ourselves when we get to our
own forks in the road. Here Melanie faces divorce, a looming high school
reunion and the fantasy of a new start with an old flame. The only
thing stopping her is the miles between Atlanta and New England and a
fear of the highway. Enter friend by your side… Essential accessory for
visiting the shores, sunglasses, sunblock, and this feel-good novel.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Last of the Camperdowns </span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Elizabeth Kelly </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Riddle is living out
her summer in Wellfleet, MA as her father runs for office. Her family
is well to do and a lot is expected from her to live up to. One day she
becomes the witness to a crime that sends her inside herself. The truth
of the event could jeopardize her father’s campaign and that reality
reinforces her silence. The event becomes fodder for her others who wish
ill will upon her family. Only Riddle can set things right if only she
could muster the courage. Part thriller, part comedy of manners, you
will be pleased to spend the summer with the troubled Camperdowns.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Medallion)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Cradle Lake </span>- </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Ronald Malfi</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span> </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Its perfect that this is being released
in paperback rather than a more dignified cloth bound. I mean that in a
good way because this novel has all the promise to be one of those
dog-eared, spine curled books pasted down from one reader to the other
throughout the summer. Aln and Heather Hammerstun go away to a family
home in the Smoky Mountains to heal their marriage. It all starts well.
The neighbors are, well, perfect, <i>Stepford</i> perfect. On the far end of
their property they find a path adorned with strangely chiseled markers.
At the end is a lake that when you immerse yourself into acts like a
fountain of youth. Alan considers bringing his troubled wife to the
lake, after all what could go wrong? He is warned but the potential of
the lake’s restorative powers is overwhelming. Scary stuff here my
friends.</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Grand Central)</td></tr>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Astronaut Wives Club: A True Story</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Lily Koppel </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here’s <i>The Right Stuff</i> for the ladies left
behind. When the space race began it was the wives of the Mercury
program astronauts who became media starlets. Each became an icon, the
Bettys and Veronicas of the American Dream. As years past, reality hit,
divorce, depression, death, and scandal haunted them. Only acting as
their own support group could they all endure the years after fame
faded. It is a story of sisterhood thrush upon an unwitting group of
ladies while they languished in the limelight.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Bloomsbury)</td></tr>
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<span id="freeText9030613014080621061"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Attacking Ocean; The Past, Present, and Future of the Rising Sea</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Brian Fagan</span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17103038773679586235"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What is it with the ocean? You know you’ve
watched the footage day in and day out and asked that question. Here
Fagan attempts to answer that question with current, disturbing findings
and even more alarming prognostications. The seas have risen but not
inordinately so. The oceans are warming contributing to the turmoil but
the real reason is we, the people who are so set on overpopulating on
its shores. The presentation of his research is an interesting take on a
natural drama taking place on our doorstep. It will certainly fuel the
debate on both sides when it comes to global warming and the impact of
temperature change on the generations to come.</span></span><span id="freeText5453188048410650516"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Siege & Storm - Leigh Bardugo</i></b></span></span></div>
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Alina is a Sun Summoner, a heritage she fights hard to keep a secret.
When the Darkling returns emboldened and with new power she needs to
return home and live her legacy. Still the darklings powers are
seductive and draw her into its spell. She needs to hold strong for her
people if not for her soul. Will love betray her and return her dark?
The fate of the world is in the balance. Alina is a great, flawed
heroine you nervously root for. And yes, there are pirates of sorts,
privateers to be precise, so the novel got that going for it as well.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Dance of the Red Death - Bethany Griffin </i></b></span></span></div>
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dark prose of Poe? I’m in! This is actually the sequel (and conclusion,
no 5 volume series here) of <i>Masque of the Red Dance</i>.
When the readers last heard of Araby, her world had been destroyed by
death and disease. Now revenge is all she can think about. Revenge best
served during a minuet. She will avenge the misdeeds perpetrated against
her family and her homeland at the masked ball. The finale turns into
an <i>Eyes Wide Shut</i> for the YA crowd. She could die in the
process but things need to be made right. Griffen captures the
atmospheric gloom Poe so effectively conjured and gives it a modern
twist of rebellious spirit in Araby.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Far Far Away</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Tom McNeal </span></b><br />
<span id="freeText268491197478797580"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><b> </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">McNeal, an author already proficient in
writing for young adults creates a fresh take on the Grimm fairy tales
that have become all-the-vogue as of late. Jeremy has had a tough life.
His parents left him to care for his family and he has become ostracized
by his hometown of NeverBetter. You see he hears voices, not just any
voice but the voice of Jacob Grimm as in Brothers Grimm. With him as his
tour guide things could never go well. There is one person who is
infatuated by Jeremy’s quirk, the infatuating Ginger. With fair maiden
in hand let the fairy tales commence! McNeal’s writing style fits the
yarn with clever wordplay and antiquated terms of phrase, just enough
not to alienate the less efficient reader.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Little Brown)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Pi in the Sky</span></span></i> - Wendy Mass</span></span></b></span><span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I’m first thinking that we have mixed our
math up with our fantasy but save for its nods to quantum physics there
is just the right amount of science in the fiction. This spacy tale
follows Joss who’s Dad is the Supreme Overlord. He’s the youngest in the
clan and so all he lords over is pie delivery. One morning Earth is
gone and it becomes Joss’ task to find it. With earthling Annika by his
side he can not fail. This easy reader has a lot of Douglas Adams
intergalactic wackiness that keeps you grinning when the story gets too
pat. Read on and prosper!</span></span><br />
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Nighttime Ninja</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Barbara Dacosta, illus. Ed Young</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2648174809388395354"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">CHILDRENS</span>)<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There are not enough bedtime books for
dudes who will not sleep so here you go. Great pictures done with broad
strokes tell of the ninja who stalks through the house after everyone
else is asleep searching for treasure. It’s a fun adventure that lets
the child participate in the suspense.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Shimmer and Splash: The Sparkling World of Sea Life - </i> Jim Arnosky</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Here is the follow-up to Arnosky's <i>Creep and Flutter</i> and <i>Slither and Crawl</i>
(YUKKO!) Now here comes a kinder, gentler catalogue of critters for
young ones to marvel at. The detail of the pages created by this award
-winning illustrator are impeccable and the variety of animals and
scales and textures is dazzling; stingrays, eels, dolphins, jellyfish to
the oh-so-popular sharks. To the thrill of the read to many of the
pages even fold out. Children will marvel at all the beauty beneath the
waves. Who knows, the book might help breed the next Jacque Cousteau!</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"></span></span></div>
S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-36981887774194132332013-06-04T05:18:00.001-07:002013-06-04T05:19:36.714-07:00Best Book Bets - 6/4/13<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>This is the 52nd post by The Bookie; a year full of prognostications on the best in print presented in easily digestible paragraphs of recommendation. There is now a search engine so that you can filter through the over 600 picks. Enjoy and spread the word during the second season of The Literary Bookie, already in progress!</b></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Shining Girls </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Lauren Beukes </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="description">Does time-line continuum plus a historical stalker sound too much like <i>Time and Time Again</i>? Time travel as a device seems all the rage lately but this novel breathes some fresh air into the almost played out premise. In this novel</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="description"> the stalker becomes the stalked. Trust me its more linear than it sounds. Take a psychological thriller novel and add the twilight zone twist of jumping back and forth in time to perpetrate and investigate the trail of a serial killer. It starts in the 30s where a man discovers the names of </span><span class="description"><span class="description">the shining girls scrawled on a wall in his own handwriting. They are all</span> victims, save one and she is hungry for revenge. The race through time is on in a book you will find hard to put down.</span></span></span></div>
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of the soul, captivating. </span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Red Sparrow </span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jason Matthews</span></span></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Yonahlossee Riding Camp for Girls</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Anton DiSclafani </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Fainting Room </span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sarah Pemberton Strong </span></b><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Joyland </span>- </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Stephen King</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeTextContainer1436101077416258189">The king of horror throws his hat into the Hard Case Crime series, an imprint that is inspired in the pulp fiction of yesteryear. Joyland is an amusement park that proves anything but joyous. Devin works as a carney. He is prepared for a carefree summer at the park until he </span></span></span><span id="freeTextContainer1436101077416258189"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">learns of a unsolved murder that took place in the Horror House. The ride has since been haunted.There are whispers throughout the park and the staff throughout the summer but it isn't enough to keep Devin from enjoying his last summer of freedom. That is until the season wanes and the mystical threat becomes all too real. This satisfying mystery is loaded with King conventions (trappings) psychic kids, evil that threatens to consume innocence, homespun vernacular and the like but he is keenly aware that the reader knows that they are reading a King novel and uses these as o so many diversions. This is a mystery after all, a pulp-inspired one, and one must always be cautious of red herrings and McGuffins in our midst. </span></span></span></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Outlaw: Waylon, Willie, Kris, and the Renegades of Nashville</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Michael Streissguth </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText9295635187617199405">There is old school country <i>(Grande ol Opry anyone?)</i> and there is radio-friendly modern country <i>(CMT anyone?) </i>and then there were the renegades; inspired by the forefathers, keenly aware of the music style as a uniquely American folk song form, and fired by the rebellious spirit of emerging rock 'n roll and the <i>colored</i> music that spawned that.</span><span id="freeText9295635187617199405"> Here are three of the most wanted <i>(there are book on Cash and the Sun Records boys already.)</i> Here are the unbridled spirits that Robert Altman's film <i>Nashville</i> warned about; the wild-eyed visionaries that threatened to change the conventions of Country. </span><span id="freeText9295635187617199405"><span id="freeText9295635187617199405">Willie
Nelson was and to this day still is a wolf in sheep's clothing, safe enough for mass consumption, dangerous enough to preserve his individuality. </span></span><span id="freeText9295635187617199405"><span id="freeText9295635187617199405">Kris Kristofferson, a songwriter first let the unbridled passions dictate what you can and can not do. Then there is </span>Waylon Jennings... damn is all you can say, hot damn! This book starts in the 60s and follows these keys musicians as they lead the metamorphosis of an American sound.</span></span></span><br />
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<span id="freeText9030613014080621061"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Unthink; Rediscover Your Creative Genuis</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Erik Wahl</span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17103038773679586235"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Picasso said that we are all born artists
but when we grow older it is frowned on and we forget, something like
that, its like playing telephone, Picasso to Amanda Palmer to The
Bookie… but you get the gist. Wahl is an art renegade, graffiti artists
turned inspirational speaker for the corporate set. He agrees with
Picasso and in this book he attempts to give us tools to revert back to
our creative selves. He not only encourages you to think outside of the
box but to build something there that isn’t just another box. Rediscover
the ability to see the Art all around you and the world will be your
oyster… to paint!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>You Look Different in Real Life - Jennifer Castle</i></b></span></span></div>
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remember the TV show <i>James at 15</i>; a documentary that chronicled a teenagers life.
Imagine that the same format becomes as big as <i>American Idol </i>and <i>The
Truman Show</i> combined and you have the set-up for this Everyman against
Popular culture romance. In this case there are 5 subjects filmed,
updated every 5 years. Justine is one of them and she has become the
public’s darling. But a life in the media is no life at all and Justine,
now a moody teen will find that it will be the relationships and bonds
in real life that have any meaning.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Openly Straight - Bill Konigsberg</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b> </b></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">There aren’t a lot of novels for teens
about coming out, and of the few, few that are more accessible to the
entire teen population than this story of Rafe, a sports-loving teen who
also embraces his studies. And, oh yeah, he’s gay. He outed himself in
the 8<sup>th</sup> grade, speaks to neighboring schools about his experience, a model student, but… all Rafe really wants is to be a <i>regular</i>
guy. He transfers to a all boys private school and plans to put himself
back-in the closet. It starts off well enough until he meets a student
who is being victimized and he feels compelled to come to his aid. Using
humor to breach the subject matter the novel becomes more of a
universal story about being who you are is the only way to truly <i>fit in</i>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Watcher in the Shadows</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Carlos Ruiz Zafon, trans. Lucia Graves</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><b> </b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One of the best modern Gothic storytellers out there (<i>Shadows in The Mist</i> for adults, <i>Prince of Mist</i>
for teens) delivers another creepy, shadow riddled tale. A magical
toymaker alone in a mansion, alone save for his creations and a wife
locked in a room. There is also the lights dancing from within the
abandoned lighthouse, not to mention the movement in the woods. Welcome
to Blue Bay; nice play to grow up, huh? Young Irene and Ismael will need
to depend on each other as forces converge and the mystery behind the
bay.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Apprentices</span></span></i> - Maile Meloy, illus. Ian Schoenherr</span></span></b></span><span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here’s a new spin on the tale of young
children being caught up in a supernatural world hidden from the adults
by a seasoned storyteller . After their adventure two years past (The
E.B. White Read-Aloud Award winning, <i>The Apothecary</i>)
Janie is still smitten over the opothecary’s son Benjamin. He has
concocted a way that they can communicate with each other though half a
globe away. Janie is in danger with no Ben to come to her aid so he uses
his elixir to communicate with his friend Pip. Now the globetrotting
adventure is put in motion and away we go with this <i>Harry Potter </i>meets <i>Nancy Drew</i>
and <i>The Hardy Boys</i>! The illustrations compliment Meloy’s vision of a
magical world where friendship and loyalty can make anything possible.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span id="freeText17410958344867752659"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Night Pirates</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Peter Harris, illus. Deborah Allwright</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2648174809388395354"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">CHILDRENS</span>)<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">What’s better than laying down to sleep
with pirates dancing in your heads? Arrr, lighten up mateys and read
this here yarn to ye young’ins! Poetic phrasing
and amusing pictures tells the tale of the night pirates as they go a
looting while the town sleeps; all save for Tom. They are girl pirates,
tough ones at that and Tom joins their ranks in search of treasure. What
if they aren’t the only pirates prowling in the dark? Kida will love
the safe thrills this book delivers.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Missing Mommy: A Book About Bereavement - </i> Rebecca Cobb</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This is one of the few books I have seen
that deal with this heartbreaking issue and for that alone, for a voice
on the page that a young child who has lost a mother can identify with,
you already get The Bookie’s solemn nod. When you add some Kubler-Ross
stages of grief to the mix in a gentle, not preachy way, you get a
recommend. When you are able to approach a touchy issue such as this
without being all Debbie Downer, instead embrace the love and support of
family, you get hand claps of approval.</span></span></div>
S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-53293425431902991332013-05-28T05:29:00.005-07:002013-05-29T04:40:06.950-07:00Best Book Bets - 5/28/13<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">14 more red hot best bet picks </span></span></b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(ho<span style="font-size: small;">t off the pre<span style="font-size: small;">ss, not off the grill</span></span>) </span></span></i><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Next week will be the Bookie's 1 year anniversary!</span></span></b><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(that's a lot of recommended books)</span></span></i><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We have a SEARCH BAR on the home page to play with and genre tabs to come shortly.</span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b> Have fun, read, and as Vonnegut told a graduating class, "Use sunscreen."</b></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Son </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Philipp Meyer </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText5091066532784697176"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I remember seeing Polanski's film <i>Tess</i> and thinking, 'I didn't think you could make movies like this anymore.' I get the same feeling when it comes to novel writing when I read this author. A still young author who's credits already include the lauded <i>American Rust</i>, Meyer has the unique gift of presenting multi-generational horse operas on an epic scale. It has the political scope of John Ford's <i>The Searchers</i> and the homespun attention to character of McMurtry. A young teen has has his mom and sis slaughtered by the Comanche who end up raising him as their own. The end result is an introspective <i>Rambo</i> trying to find his place in the world. Its "Texas, the Mini-series" meets <i>Little Big Man</i>. Enough cultural references yet? Think of this novel as a welcome addition to the canon of great American fiction.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Mermaid in Chelsea Creek </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Michelle Tea, illus. Jason Polan </span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Good Kings Bad Kings </span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Susan Nussbaum</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">You Are One of Them </span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Elliott Holt </span></b><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Looking For Me</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Beth Hoffman</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ooo La La</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">: Frech Women's Secrets to Feeling Beautiful Every Day </span>- Jamie Cat Callen </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Confessions of a Sociopath: A Life Spent Hiding in Plain Sight</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- M.E. Thomas</span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>How My Summer Went Up In Flames - Jennifer Sakvato Doktorski</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Doll Bones</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Holly Black, illus. by Eliza Wheeler </span></b><br />
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Kids love playing with toys, building a world they have control over. One day Zach's Dad throws away all the children's toys. Its time to grow up and stop playing with dolls. The children will have none of this. The two girls come to visit him to help him with a "doll" adventure worthy of an older boy. Seems they are being haunted by the spirit of a dead girl who's bones had been ground up to make the china doll. They must find the girl's home, its mystery, and bury the doll or the are all cursed to be haunted... forever. How's that for spooky?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Marble Season</span></span></i> - Gilbert Hernandez</span></span></b></span><span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person">
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>When Mermaids Sleep</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Ann Bonwill, illus. Steve Johnson, Lou Fancher</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2648174809388395354"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">CHILDRENS</span>) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText3017092047089797041"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You can never have too many effective goodnight-sleep tight books in your arsenal. The Bookie has a soft spot for the sea so caught, hook, line, and sinker. This beautifully illustrated book coos of sleeping mermaids and snoring pirates, fairies, and sleepy girls. The award-winning artists will be heavy favorites again this year and the words are delicate and soothing, as sleep inducing as the lapping waves.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Octopus Alone - </i> Divya Srinivasan</b></span></span><br />
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S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-9507697642240955762013-05-23T05:12:00.004-07:002013-05-23T05:17:29.112-07:00Best Book Bets - 5/21/13<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Just in time for the unofficial start of summer, t<span style="font-size: small;">h</span>e odds-maker of the printed word, <i><b>The Literary Bookie</b></i> presents the latest <b>Bookie's Dozen</b> (O.K., it's 14 pickets but i<span style="font-size: small;">f Bakers can have 1<span style="font-size: small;">r, then...)</span> </span>6-2-2-2-2<i> (6 Fiction - 2 Non-Fiction - 2 Young Adult - 2 Independent Reader - 2 Children's) </i>14 red hot best bet picks (The Bookie's dozen come ho<span style="font-size: small;">t off the pre<span style="font-size: small;">ss where the </span></span>Baker's dozen comes from an oven.)</span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">And the Mountains Echoed </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Khaled Hosseini </span></span></span></b><br />
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been six years since the author breathed life into his homeland, Afghanistan.
His first novel, <i>The Kite Runner</i> is already a summer reading list
title for teens. His follow-up, <i>A Thousand Splendid Suns</i> painted
the passion he has for his country in even more lavish strokes. This time out
he pulls the iris open wide to include a vast array of locales and customs;
from Paris to San Fran and seemingly everywhere in between. His narrative
strains under his ambition but his observations of human interaction and an
acute sense of detail when the details reflect the souls of the characters are
as spot on as his takes on Kabul. Diverse characters paths cross, each
affecting the other in immeasurable ways. Like all of his books it is about the
familial passions that fight with themselves; ultimately healing but not
without a sizable amount of emotional damage in their wake. Plus there is a
metaphorical reference to legendary monster named Dic and you know The Bookie
can’t get enough of that! A fine book for his fan base.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Redeemer </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Jo Nesbo and Don Bartlett </span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<![endif]--><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Just
as King said about Barker pertaining to the genre of horror I would like the
spirit of Stieg Larssen to rise long enough to proclaim, <i>“I have scene the
new face of crime mystery and his name is Jo Nesbo!”</i> I’m not alone thinking
this author deserves such praise. Martin Scorsese, his equivalent in film, one
who can making griity crime drama into an art form, is presently in production
on his earlier novel, <i>The Snowman</i>. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">His
character is Harry Hole, an investigator battling his own demons, each time out
getting closer to being that which he hunts. On night a Salvation Army officer
is shot dead in the cold streets of Oslo in a bungled hit. Hole hunts for the
assassin, The Redeemer, before he can complete his mission. The hit is also
tangled up with Hole’s past and an abused girl a decade in his past. His
writing grabs you by the collar and shakes, never lets you go, providing one
cliffhanger after another. Start here or at the beginning of Hole’s saga (this
is #4.) You’ll be set for the summer!</span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqkvDZ3src-seR-KLu3JVPU7poOzUmqzicWG7qjZCXbh89MZr_0S8BE6lPPzSJpo_idvNaiMDpLe_r2lkG1KNUnmWbMm_-EIj_Oia20dxz9ZaavxrN3GCQv2BahoZweuFL17Yb7IeVg/s1600/fallofarthur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsqkvDZ3src-seR-KLu3JVPU7poOzUmqzicWG7qjZCXbh89MZr_0S8BE6lPPzSJpo_idvNaiMDpLe_r2lkG1KNUnmWbMm_-EIj_Oia20dxz9ZaavxrN3GCQv2BahoZweuFL17Yb7IeVg/s200/fallofarthur.jpg" width="131" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(HarperCollins)</td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Fall of Arthur </span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">J.R.R. Tolkien, Christopher Tolkien</span></span></span></b></div>
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of Tolkien would break into a fourth breakfast just to read the napkins of the
author never mind an entire novel. It’s a fine work, shades of fleshing out evident
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Hobbit</i>. Arthur the cuckold breaks through his depression when he learns
Mordred has once again rebelled. With Lancelot banished from his table he needs
to coax his men together for one last battle. The text has been <i>edited</i>
by Tolkien’s son though a rougher draft may have appealed to die-hard fans.
Christopher explains his process in a series of essays but it the remaining
tale the proves a rough wireframe on which to build Middle Earth.It sure beats
reading napkins, but if you find any, especially penned by both Tolkien AND
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Whispering Muse</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Sjon, trans. by Victoria Cribb </span></span></span></b><br />
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here’s the stuff of legend, a man is seated at the captain’s table each night
of a cruise. Each evening the second mate weaves a tale to end all tales. They
take all who listen to some fantastic place far from the drear of their lives.
Sjón, the author <i>(one name, like Bjork) </i>uses a highly stylized poetic delivery;
a magical realism that is effective in its sparse detail. As the tale unfolds
and all the crew and guests reflect on the growing myth it alters the
perspective of all on board. Its like the best sea stories or tales told before
a fire, heavy on tone, like on logic; all you know is you feel the character’s
dread ebb and fall with the tide. It is truly enchanting, you too will believe
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Screwed</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Eoin Colfer </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Colfer is best known for his intergalactic young adult</span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> series Artemis Fowl. Well he's also dabbled in the mystery genre with a novel entitled Plugged. This sequel continues to follow Daniel McEvoy. He uses his finely honed skill at writing thrills and undulating plotlines to keep the pages turning but he also humble enough to realize that he is not at par with the masters of the genre and so takes a postmodern shot at black comedy more in line with Haiasson and Leonard than Patterson and Ludlum. The Irish underground has its grip on New Jersey. McEnroy sifts through a stereotypical parody of a cast of characters. Its refreshing to read a book in this genre that doesn't take itself too deadly serious. With its laughs and thrills it makes for a satisfying beach read. </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Resurrectionist; The Lost Work of Dr. Spenser Black</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">E.B. Hudspeth</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOT<span style="font-size: x-small;">H<i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText3193854262517998596">I don't know which is more disturbing, the manical work of the troubled Dr. Black or his obsessive etchings of his work. Its the 1800's, bathed ghostly by gaslight. Son of a grave robber turned respective doctor believes that all the mythical beasts existed before being erased by a little thing called evolution. The biography of the doctors rise to fame from working with his father, to researching the carnival circuit to his Lovecraftian disappearance is written with the detachment of a documentarian of the day. The appendix is where the chill hits home. </span></span></span><span id="freeText3193854262517998596"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Codex Extinct Animalia</i> is the disturbing sketchbook of the deranged doctor, obsessive in detail and disturbing in probability. Enter the mind of Dr. Black, if you dare!</span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Prophets of Smoked Meat</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Daniel Vaughn </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Anthony Bourdain loves inginous food from all over the globe. It makes sense that the first book on his imprint would be a gushing valentine to a land and the food that best represents it. In this case its Texas and its beloved BBQ. Daniel Vaughn had the enviable task of sampling over 500 restaurants, stands and smokers throughout the state for research. Be careful what you wish for is the lesson learned for his conclusion is that the blessed smoked meats most of us in the country chow on is garbage. This book is part an extension of his blog Full Custom Gospel BBQ and part road trip through the recipes, the inventors and the plateful after plateful of the alchemy of meat, smoke, and flame.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Morrow)</td></tr>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">American Gun: A History of the U.S. in Ten Firearms</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Chris Kyle </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17103038773679586235"><i> </i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Whether you are on the left or the right of the gun regulation issue one thing is undeniable, guns have defined us as a population throughout our history. Kyle, an ex-SEAL and author of <i>American Sniper </i>certainly learned lesson one of a troop, love your gun. He uses ten of them to illustrate the dtate of the nation at the time and how they were integral in that era. Starting with the Kentucky rifle all the way to sniper preferred H&K M4, Kyle not only presents his research of the weapon in American history but hunts down and shares first-hand what its like to fire said weapons. A fascinating lens to look back at our history reenforcing how gun culture is deeply entrenched in our culture. If only all the people in our nation were so reverent towards these weapons.</span></span><i><br /></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>School Spirits - Rachel Hawkins</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Theodore Boone: The Activist</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- John Grisham </span></b><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Odessa Again</span></span></i> - Dana Reinhardt </span></span></b></span><span itemprop="author" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person">
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Friends</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Mies van Hout</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>A Funny Little Bird - </i>Jennifer Yerkes</b></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Make Good Art </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">- Neil Ga<span style="font-size: small;">imen, designed by Chip Kidd</span>l </span></span></span></b><span id="freeText17362230844597469622"> </span><br />
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Neil Gaiman (let's face it people, its the year of the Gaimen) gave the commencement at Philly U. of the Arts. He implored all artists to paint outside the box focusing on quality not quantity. The start, sparse art design is a nod to the author's mandate. Inspiring for all creatives, graduates or not.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Dear Lucy</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Julie Sarkissian </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16700711971697886965">Sometimes all you need is a unique voice to guide you through a story to make for a great read.<i> </i>Little Lucy is left my her mother to live on a farm with an old couple. She wants to find her mother but fears that leaving the farm she would lose contact with her mother forever. Her only friend becomes a pregnant teen also living at the farm. The girl gives birth, then the baby is gone. Lucy decides if she can't reunite with her own Mom than she will at least bring the teen's baby back. She braves leaving the farm armed only with a chicken named Jennifer to make things right. You love this poetic and <span style="font-size: small;">passionate</span> girl from page one and root for her until the last.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">A Duel Inheritance</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Joanna Hershon </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span><b><span style="font-family: 'Times','serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2071345132431446148">There is an allure cast from tales of the lives and loves of the affluent that have hooked readers from Austen to Fitzgerald until today. This is another tale of legacy and luck in love. It is 1963 on the campus of Harvard. Ed, a jew attending on scholarship and Hugh a Boston Brahmin. They hit it off immediately, best of friends. That ends as soon as it came. We then follow each of them on their separate paths only one knowing why the friendship was severed. Despite wealth, ethnicity and polar opposite personalities the two are still drawn to one another decades later. A terse look at the power of a bro-mance and what can sever the bond permanently.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Blood of Heaven</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Kent Wascom</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here's a trippy, quasi-religious thriller for the loves of Robin Cook or Crighton. Devine blood has been discovered at a ruin that may be the very blood of Christ. Scientists find remarkable qualities to it through experimentation and decide to test the restorative properties of the blood on an inmate</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> on death row. He could die, go mad, or perhaps become rehabilitated? The experiment with genetically modified behavior has fascinating results and the scientists continue working with the now released inmate. A neat spin on <i>Clockwork Orange</i>.This is the first of a series called Fire of Heaven and it is a neat device to conduct the battle of good vs evil; inside the soul of a condemned man.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The World's Strongest Librarian: A Memoir of Tourette's, Faith, Strength, and the Power of Family</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Josh Hanagarne </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17103038773679586235"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText14145458544830120115">You want the story of an underdog. How about a six foot ten inch man with Tourette's. If your height doesn't alianate you the tics, pops, and swears will. Also what if you were Mormon? Meet Josh Hanagarne. Once diagnosed he became victim to many careless remedies including paralyzing his vocal chords. He meets a successful autistic individual who teaches him how to repress the condition's impulses through kettlebell training. Then he discovers a career as a librarian which finally connects him with the society that had for so long ostracized him. You learn about his condition, about intense weight training and about the library system; most importantly, you learn.</span></span></span><br />
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<br />S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-49525040565720228092013-05-08T06:08:00.003-07:002013-05-08T06:08:31.178-07:00Best Book Bets - 5/7/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">What a Spring and it looks like April is going out like a lion <span style="font-size: small;">in the <span style="font-size: small;">world of books as well. Find yourself a place in the sun <span style="font-size: small;">and crack the spine of one of these sure bets. Literary Spring has sprung!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">First things first, The Bookie<span style="font-size: small;"> hopes you enjoyed yourself May 4th. Not only was it National Free Comic Day (!) and the wedding day of a couple of book lovers I know, it was the release da<span style="font-size: small;">y of <i><b>Vader's Little Princess</b></i> by <span style="font-size: small;"><b>Jeffrey Brown</b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span></span></b>. It is the follow-up to</span> <i><b>Darth Vader and Son</b></i>. Either book is a gem of comic drawings perfect for Dad<span style="font-size: small;">'s day (only a month away.) This is the cartoonist that created the hysterical </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">
<i><span itemprop="name"><b>Cats are Weird and More Observations</b> </span></i><span itemprop="name">(perfect book for feline-manic moms this Sunday) and many humorous autobiographical collections of whimsy. Now back to this weeks Literary Boo<span style="font-size: small;">kie already in progress...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText12978564959863353917">In the world of monster you know who doesn't get any respect? The werewolf! L</span><span id="freeText12978564959863353917"><span id="freeTextContainer9205510928872408003">ycanthropes</span> have become the Aquaman of monsters. Once in a while a writer will take a shot at legitimacy such as <b>Toby Barlow</b> with his poetic <i><b>Sharp Teeth</b></i>, but usually they demoted to sexy beasts in paranormal romance. Then along comes this novel looking to give the vampire craze a run for its money. They are not of myth, they live amongst us and the government does what it can to keep the population safe, even bonding with the pharmaceutical industry to keep them at bay.) They are an apt metaphor for the rekindled fears brought on from the marathon bombing. Like Stoker's Dracula this is more about </span><span class="readable" id="reviewTextContainer450612006"><span id="freeText363239409664183658">xenophobia and racism that terrorism feeds off of. It also grows into an Invasion of the Body Snatchers vibe as everyone is suspicious of everyone because the monster could be any one of us. Powerful writing, cathartic, but not for the squeamish. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">A Constellation of Vital Phenomena</span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Anthony Marra</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8758849812101885391">With all that has been going on it seems timely that a novel comes out that illustrates the struggles in war torn Russia. Havaa watches troops abduct her father accused of aiding Chechen rebels. Akmed witnesses it all and he brings her to refuge at an abandoned hospital run by Sonja Rabina who tends to the wounded. To offer the children shelter she would risk her humanitarian effort and the chase of ever seeing her sister again but she takes them in to help her run the hospital. They each learn purpose, compassion and the fact that their worlds is more intertwined then any of them could imagine. A human face on a <span style="font-size: small;">desperate</span> region of the world.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Other Typist</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Suzanne Rindell </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Robert Parker's Wonderland</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Ace Atkins </span></b><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Adulting; How to Become a Grown-up in 468 Easy(ish) Steps</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Kelly Williams Brown </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Better To Wish</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Ann M. Martin </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"The things hidden and the things unsaid sometimes cause more trouble and more grief as the years pile
up." Ann Martin has written too many chapter books and independent readers to count and she keeps cranking out novels with characters that age group can relate to. Her trick is simple, she doesn't talk down to them. This is the first in a quadrilogy that will span four generations as it examines how they are all interconnected. This time out. The tales are told to us from centenarian Abby who tells us about growing up in the depression, I time where wishes were better than reality. We start with a simple but unhappy life in Maine then circumstance finds her transplanted to the Big Apple. Her life's quiet but moving drama begins to unfold.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here be wolves (not werewolves.) Dystopian fiction may seem a bit too "edgy" for young independent readers but not in the hands of Armstrong and Marr. They can breach the subject of the meat and potatoes of the genre, losing everything and moving on, in a way that won't traumatize a child. They use the Rick Reardon formula of infusing the tale with mythology, this time Nordic. The people of Blackwell are descendents of Thor or Loki. The latter, always the joker, brings about the end of the world in the form of an ever increasing series of natural disasters. Matt, while not physically the hero type does have a talisman that may aid him in the years ahead. The elders choose him to fight a serpent, some anticipating his failure but Matt is wise enough to form a team of rivals to combat the evils to come.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> A safe start to a series that promises more 'bite' to come.</span><br />
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S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-35158575568254282712013-05-01T04:36:00.000-07:002013-05-01T04:36:37.209-07:00Best Book Bets - 4/30/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">What a Spring and it looks like April is going out like a lion <span style="font-size: small;">in the <span style="font-size: small;">world of books as well. Find yourself a place in the sun, take your C<span style="font-size: small;">lariton, and crack the spine of one of these sure bets. Literary Spring had sprung!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Why is it
that sons don’t learn from their fathers? Save for the illustrious Stand
mammoth opuses have been the downfall of Stephen King. Now here comes
his son, rightful heir to the crown of macabre with this whopping 700
page un-merry Christmas epic. The monster’s refuge is called
Christmasland where he holds captive the children he’s stolen. Only one
ever escaped. Her name is Vic and she longs to even the score with the
monster (O.K., spoiler alert, vampire, as in Nosferatu,duh) Plus, she’s
older now and Manx just took her kid.She may have the gift to do it too
for she can ride anywhere with her bike and the Shorter Way bridge. So
Fantasy battles Horror maybe a bit longer than they have to be the
creepy nether world of Manx will keep you up nights. Creepy pen and ink drawing <span style="font-size: small;">interspersed</span> are just an<span style="font-size: small;"> extra plus<span style="font-size: small;">, a visual <span style="font-size: small;">extension</span> of his <span style="font-size: small;">sacrilege</span> vision.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Woman Upstairs </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Claire Messud </span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText10637698507889842181">Nora has all but hung it up by the time we catch up with her in his new novel by the author of <i>The Emperor's Children</i>. She has become a borderline recluse until she meets young Reza, a student in her class. He becomes a victim of bullying, labeled a terrorist by the cruel children. Reaching out to him she bounds with his parents Shandar, a half-Muslim and his arty Italian wife Sirena. She starts to care for them deeply but her involvement in their lives creates fisures in the couple's relationship that may not be able to be repaired. If it wasn't for the purity of intention of Nora it would read as a cautionary tale but in the end t</span><span id="freeText10637698507889842181"><span id="freeText10637698507889842181">his novel analyzes the blind courage it takes to love and live one's own life. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Ecco)</td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">The Enchanted Life of Adam Hope</span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Rhonda Riley</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">Take all
the conventions of a wartime historical romance and add a unique
supernatural twist. Teenage Evelyn discovers a burned soldier on the
family property. She tends to him only to find that he doesn’t need her
help. He is otherworldly, and heals on his own and fast. He is a
fascinating stranger who can open Evelyn’s eyes to a whole new world.
Isn’t that what love feels like? It does for her and a romance akin to
<i>Time Traveler’s Wife</i> ensues. The novel considers the courage it takes to
fall in love with someone completely, be they alien or </span></span><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfiEhyphenhyphenz6PKcARrXEYhPHnSdBm-D1QyHDvraI1NCgfzjjFcEV2GWAI4Z7wq4cEQfaRHZ52RupOZpxrR5a8Ae0qYJg9wgFmUcTViVKNZAuHsr6YdD63eeDbrOwhOZhiaKXbGrcUgflPHA/s1600/mayas+notebook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCfiEhyphenhyphenz6PKcARrXEYhPHnSdBm-D1QyHDvraI1NCgfzjjFcEV2GWAI4Z7wq4cEQfaRHZ52RupOZpxrR5a8Ae0qYJg9wgFmUcTViVKNZAuHsr6YdD63eeDbrOwhOZhiaKXbGrcUgflPHA/s200/mayas+notebook.jpg" width="133" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Harper)</td></tr>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Maya's Notebook</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Isabel Allende </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">This book
has all the by-the-throat actions of the bestseller Don Winslow's<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><i>Savages</i> while
remaining a poignant tale of living ones life despite the odds. Allende
researches the seedy world of drug cartels with the same exhaustive
detail she brings to her historicals. Maya, a late teen finds a way to
break free from the world of drugs and crime. Finding refuge on and
island with other abused misfits she comes to find that her safe haven
is only temporary and her past will literally catch up with her. The
balance of introspection with the gritty suspense is mesmerizing. Just
shows you that no topic is taboo for great writing in the hands of a
master like Allende, and perhaps, Oates.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Thomas&Mercer)</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Blood Makes Noise</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Gregory Widen </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span><b><span style="font-family: 'Times','serif'; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">This
is a new take on the speculative history fiction novel. Usually they
are quite grand in scope. This focuses on an isolated incident, Eva
Peron’s death and the use of her exquisite corpse to deitify the ruler
for political gain. Not only that, her body may house something as
valuable as political control over Argentina. What follows is a gripping
adventure with CIA rogues and bad people of power all hunting for the
truth that only possession of Peron’s body will reveal. Only one man
alive knows and he’s being hunted. The novel is as much about how the
reign of people of power lasts far beyond death as it is about weaving a
suspenseful story.</span></span><span id="freeText7689919840994093208"></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Picador)</td></tr>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Pink Hotel</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Anna Stothard</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8034530831780249693"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span><span id="freeText15448856209569237177"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"><span style="font-size: small;">Does the
legacy of a parent, however astrayed from the child, <span style="font-size: small;">indelibly</span> make an
impression on the personality of the child? Its certainly true for a <span> </span>teenage
girl in London who learns of her mother’s death in The States. She
gathers all the artifacts she has built her vision of her mother with
and heads to Los Angeles to discover just who she was. Thrust into an
unseemly City of Angels she discovers where she got a lot of her spunk
from. The writing is far more tender than the people and places she goes
to give her mother’s life, and in turn, her own some meaning; perhaps
why she was and Orange Award contender previously (and perhaps. again.)</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Oxford U)</td></tr>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Holy Sh*t: A Brief History of Swearing</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Melissa Mohr </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13092407714959801735"><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"><span style="font-size: small;">Swears
are so taboo, so adult, yet so satisfying to have past one’s lips. Kids
have potty mouth, teens swear a blue streak, some people swear like a
sailor. He…heck, ten of them launched George Carlin’s career (and a
whole wave of blue comics.) This book goes from swearing as in testimony
to fits of road rage and what gives those words power. It even looks
into how we feel when we swear, how saying them effects the body and the
brain. This is a thorough scholarly work not just a novelty sure to
elevate your cursing to ne heights (or is that lows?)</span></span><span id="freeText13092407714959801735"><span class="st"><span class="st"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shakespeare Saved My Life: Ten Years in Solitary with the Bard</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Laura Bates </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH)</span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17103038773679586235"><i> </i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">Some would say that this author is out of her mind; teach Shakespeare in <span> </span>a
maximum security prison. She believed that the Bard’s words were
moving, little did she know to what extent. Enter Larry Newton, one
badass of a lifer who found he was attending one of her classes. In the
stories he saw himself. For the next ten years he studies Shakespeare’s
work with her guidance. He will never leave prison but now seeing his
life through the pages he more accurately is accountable for his crimes
and has built coping mechanisms for being a lifer that would not have
come to him without the interpretive inspirations of the playwright.</span></span><span id="freeText15463602405245911603"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Yaqui Delgado Wants to Kick Your Ass - Meg Medina</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">YOUNG ADULT</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><b>)</b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">Here’s a
new book with bullying themes that works on two levels. It feels real,
has an urban feel to the cast of mean girls each trying their <span style="font-size: small;">damnedest</span>
to define themselves. Second, it is not a difficult read; it remains
accessible to the teens who are more comfortable flipping thumbs on a
cell phone than flipping pages behind a book. Piddy’s gonna get messed
up, that’s the word around school and the young Latin girl who never did
nothing to nobody has to watch her back.<span> </span>She is
quite resourceful balancing studying, work and an unstable family life
but looking over her shoulder every second waiting for Yaqui to strike
is a full time job and is taking its toll. This doesn’t look for
afternoon special answers to her dilemma, it just has the reader rooting
for her as she tries to keep her life together.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Nobody's Secret - Michaela MacColl</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b> </b></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">Nothing
ruins a budding young adult historical romance than when the boy dies.
Thus is the case for a young Emily Dickinson, yes, you heard me right.
This handsome rouge, Mr. Nobody, steals her heart on day and then is
found face down in a pond the next. Nix the romance, we’ve got a murder
mystery on our hands lead by a younger version of one of the times great
minds. MacColl dots her eyes when it comes to building her world and
breathing life into this incantation of Ms. Dickenson. Poetic one
moment, an intriguing mystery the next, always driven by a romantic
melancholy. A surprisingly well tied together tale.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Relish: My Life in the Kitchen</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Lucy Knisley </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><b> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">First the
book is a graphic novel (all the middle-school grade kids go yay!)
Knisley does more with a self-satisfied grin than a page of pathos described ever
could. This could be entitled, <i>The Autobiography of a Foodie as a Young
Woman.</i> We follow her memoir of slowly being seduced by the foods that
define the moments of her life. We even get some of her families’
chestnuts to try out for ourselves. It also touches on eating in a
sustainable manner. If this doesn’t breed the next Gordon Ramsey or Julia Child it
will at least invoke an appreciation for the culinary (and illustrative)
arts.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Tale of Raw Head and Bloody Bones</span></span></i> - </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Jack Wolf</span><i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"><span style="font-size: small;">1751,
right in the heart of the Age of Enlightenment young Tristan is growing
into quite an accomplished surgeon. With all healing comes pain. That’s
what young Tristan likes the most, the pain, inflicting it. Well part of
him anyways. He explores his past cloaked with wild superstitions of
fairies and goblins and the like. He is sure that somewhere in that dark
is the secret behind his psychosis. Will he learn the secret to what
lurks within before his medical career surrenders to madness. Read on if
you dare.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">(Harry N. Abrams)</td></tr>
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>How to Be a Cat</b></i></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i> </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Nikki McClure</span></span></b></div>
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<span id="freeText2648174809388395354"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">CHILDRENS</span>) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';">One
word in print and a thousand <span style="font-size: small;">subtleties</span> revealed it the intricate cut
paper, McClure’s signature style. The cat, more of an overgrown kitten
is quite adapt at illustrating for the child some of the feline words
(pounce) while some are a bit of a stretch even for her. If a child has a
cat in their home this will become a favorite as they follow the kitten
struggling to be cat for its mom just as the child tries to seem “all
grown up” for their parents. Pass the milk, in a saucer of course.)</span><b><span style="font-family: 'Times','serif'; font-size: 10pt;"></span></b></span>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Again! - </i>Emily Gravett</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif';"><span style="font-size: small;">As any
adult would reads and/or watched RR Martin's Game of Thrones is aware,
dragons live and are quite the awesome pet. This Korean import presents a
gender neutral toddler fire-breather who will become a bedtime favorite
just as little dragon’s book is for he/she. The baby dragon wants to
hear the same story over and over, again, and AGAIN until, you guessed
it, sleep comes, unfortunately for the parents and not for the
over-stimulated child. Oh, and the illustrations are just as magical as
the young dragon believes his favorite book is.</span></span><span id="freeText4919880995197225856"></span></div>
<br />S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-15600448618863646622013-04-23T06:23:00.000-07:002013-04-23T06:23:10.989-07:00Best Book Bets - 4/23/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">So this the week that Baldacci gives us <i>The Hit</i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>.</i> He one of the better mystery thriller writers out there and <span style="font-size: small;">the Bookie's </span>sure It'll please the author's fan base. He assumes<span style="font-size: small;"> they</span> already know that it's hitting the stacks this Tuesday. <span style="font-size: small;">No need for the Bookie to pull it out of the slush of new releases even though it is a safe bet. Same thing goes with K<span style="font-size: small;">ristin Hannah's new book, <i>Fly Away</i>. The lovers of her touchey-feeley populist pro<span style="font-size: small;">se will </span>be glad she released a new novel in time for summer. These <span style="font-size: small;">preordained</span> bestsellers don't need the Bookie's Midas touch even if they worthy of it. <span style="font-size: small;">The Bookie makes an exception with the new release by bestselling author Lisa Scottoline; timely in a world of PTSD and bra<span style="font-size: small;">vely out of her wheelhouse. Read <span style="font-size: small;">all about it, it's another winner from the Bookie!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Golem and the Jinni </span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"></span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Helene Wecker </span></span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText701391245138519396">Just over a year ago we were blessed by the phantasmagorical debut novel <i>The Night Circus</i> by </span></span></span><span id="freeText701391245138519396"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="st">Erin Morgenstern<em>. </em>This year's darling debut is tonally is akin, enchanting and fantastic combining the historical reference of Diana Galbandon with the supernatural </span>freshness of </span></span></span><span id="freeText701391245138519396"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="st">Ursula K. LeGuin</span>. The tale is woven from Jewish/Arab folklore. It is turn of the last century <span style="font-size: small;">Manhattan</span>. Chava the girl golem rises from clay due to Kabbal gone wrong. Ahmad the jinni, think of him as a ghostly Flash. They both are tethered from this world, afraid of what they could afflict upon it. Together they fight to survive in our world until a disaster tears them away from our existence and each other. Where do their hearts lie? Read on and be transported to a heartfelt phantom world.</span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cooked: A Natural History of Transformation</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Michael Pollan </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>The Humanity Project - Jean Thompson</i></b></span></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b> </b></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16234691259297306714">It doesn't take long for the impact of Newtown to reach the book shelves. Luckily when the related themes are in the hands of a tried and true young adult author ( <i>The Year We Left Home</i>) we get a novel that is both suspenseful and thought-provoking. Linnea is the survivor of a school shooting. She is taken away from the town ad forced to live with her previously absent father. The only person Linnea can confide her feels to is the neighbor's handyman Conner, who is equally as troubled as her.Together they get involved with their parents and a neighborhood nurse<span style="font-size: small;">'s pet</span> Humanity Project that aims to reward people to be good. Shouldn't that be its own reward and can you really repress the bad in the world. An interesting device to get us to ask the questions of a difficult new day.</span> </span></span><span id="freeText16234691259297306714"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the end its all about hope for all of us broken people, a powerful message after the smoke clears. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>House of Secrets</b></i></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b> </b></i></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Chris Columbus, Ned Vizzini, Greg Call</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><b> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><span id="freeText16769116411674797754"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Columbus knows a thing or two about telling tales to young ones. A Spielberg protege he went from penning parts of <i>Gremlin</i>s and <i>Goonies</i> to directing films like <i>Home Alone</i>, a couple <i>Harry Potter</i> films and <i>The Lightning Thief</i>. Like the projects or not, he's got the chops and lends his sense of story to the first of the book series. Mr Walker loses his job and his kids have to move into the gothic Kristoff House constructed by a man <span style="font-size: small;">obsessed</span> with the occult. That can't be good.The adventure begins as they discover the secrets behind the house, its creator and their own family. Even though you start to think you've read variations of this before, it still makes for a fun ride., and to think that this is only book one!</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Silver Dream; an Innerworld Novel</span></span></i> - </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Neil Gaiman, Michael Reaves and Mallory Reaves</span><i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText3982063293514546054"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Here's that Gaiman guy again part of a writing team launching a new science fiction series for young readers that plays with alternative worlds, quantum physics, a whole heap of heady stuff. The writing style however is assessable, never as daunting as the subject matter. Young Joey has just saved the world. That world is Altiverse. Joey can walk from our dimension to there. He makes an alliance for piece with the freedom fighters in that dimension. It seems that Joey is not the only one who can pass through and when Acacia follows him Joey's plans for peace are averted. Boom! Zap! The two make an uneasy <span style="font-size: small;">alliance</span> to save both worlds, dimensions, what have you... my head hurts.</span></span></span><br />
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<span id="freeText3982063293514546054"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>That Is NOT a Good Idea! </i> </b></span></span><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Mo Willems</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Steam Train, Dream Train - </i>Tomi Ungerer</b></span></span><br />
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that fed off the truck fetish. Now the softly detailed<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>dream train pulls into the station with a menagerie of animals and ice cream. Yawn! Yum! Choo! Chew! Next stop, Slumberland!</span></span></span><br />
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S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-45578642290775494882013-04-16T06:10:00.003-07:002013-04-16T06:10:32.642-07:00Best Book Bets - 4/16/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Spring ahead into another fine selection of new releases,<span style="font-size: small;"> each a sure thing, drop it all on red and spin the wheel. You have the Bookie on your side.</span></span></i></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Palisades Park</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Alan Brennert </span></span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText3041061989065506955">Brennert is responsible for the delectable novels Moloka'i and Honolulu. This time he puts his unique talent of letting time and place reveal the lives of his characters on the Big Island, specifically Jersey before and after the big war, a time when the obsessions of his earlier novels became a part of American fascination. The park becomes a microcosm of the nations dreams, ambitions, and dreams as we follow spunky Antoinette (Toni) as she grows with the time watching the changing social climate re-examine the American Dream. Brennert gets under the sepia of an old-time postcard and breathes life into the fading images and in no small way into how we vi<span style="font-size: small;">ew our own life's journey</span>.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Flamethrowers</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Rachel Kushner </span></span></span></b><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lifesaving Lessons: Notes from an Accidental Mother</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Linda Greenlaw </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><b> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><span id="freeText17587105935014401646"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This British author has takled pirates. gladiators and now has found a unique genre of young reader's fiction, the western. This is the second in the Pinkerton series originally entitled <i>The Case of the Good Looking Corpse</i>. A P.I. in the wild west P.K. settles down in Virginia City only to discover yet another murder needing to be solved. With Poker Face Jace, a gambler who can read people, he sets out to bring the bad hombres to justice. A fun mash-up of genres continues.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText9249652967946512908">Tweens don't get embarrassed, they get mortified. If you have a tween dealing with such debilitating emotions then here's a character they can relate to, Elvis Ruby. He has talent, got the chops as they say in the bizz. He was <i>this close</i> to being the equivalent of tween <i>American Idol</i> when he chokes big time. Froze. Now he has to hide from the mocking press and he retreats to the title's palace in New Jersey to work for the summer. There he meets Cecilia who might be just the thing to pull him out of his funk.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Art2-D2's Guide to Folding and Doodling; an Origami Yoda Activity Book</i> - Tom Angleberger</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Fog Island - </i>Tomi Ungerer</b></span></span><br />
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S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-66905743057354969742013-04-09T06:25:00.002-07:002013-04-09T06:28:07.936-07:00Best Book Bets - 4/9/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Batter up! Here's the l<span style="font-size: small;">iterary home runs from the Bookie! Check out three books for the sport<span style="font-size: small;">ie (think foodie)in your life (perhaps that's you!) Let the baseball and the Spring reading seasons begin.</span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Shelter Cycle </span></span></i>- Peter Rock </span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Perfect Ghost </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Linda Barnes</span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText6382888229362364735"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Em and Teddy couldn't be any more different. They are the perfect writing team; Teddy is all razzle dazzle and Em is in the literary trenches always lost in their latest celebrity expose. Teddy dies filling Em with the loss of the love of her life and the agoraphobic fear of facing the world alone. She continues their last book on a famous, reclusive film director in his honor. She moves to the director's estate on Cape Cod to work. There he finds the new man in her life quite engaging. Questions pertaining to Teddy's death arise to test Em's grasp on being a person in the world. The director's story also has things in the shadows and with a seasoned mystery writer's precision Barnes has all the reveals come to a head in this collision of two lives sculpted by dread.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText17519247994009987671"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">With the mystery of the Gardner Heist back on the international stage literature feeds off the ever-facinating world of art with books like The Art Forger and now this gem. The attention to detail of the author mirrors that of an art thief but her goals are far loftier. Elmira life was a successful businesswoman who ran a prestigious auction house. Then personal tragedy hits and she scrambles without forethought to keep the remnants of her life together. Artist Gabriel shares her desperate nature and their lives intertwine and the thin line between deception and survival is drawn. This book is more about constructing a shell of a normal life than it is about forgery. A sad and profound search for meaning between the fine lines.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">The Interestings</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Meg Wolitzer </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span id="freeText8239079290249205246"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Emperor's Children</i> is a book club and literary favorite. Wolitzer follows up that laudable achievement by sculpting<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>a contemporary novel written with the same focus on time and place and how it shapes people. Six teens bond at summer camp in the sixties but as the years past each of these creative people chose separate paths. Many put their dreams on the shelf and settl<span style="font-size: small;">ed for a life of relative normalcy while others</span> achieve celebrity status only to lose something on the way. They are all motivated by the changing times, opportunity, and drive as we follow them through the years as their lives intersect at the crossroads of the Big Apple. What is important in life, how living with the soul of an artist is bipolar in relation to finding it. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Submergence</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> J.M. Ledgard</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This is tough stuff, not the blockbuster bang bang shoot'm up novel of the military thriller genre, think more North Dark 40 rather than Cussler or R.R. Martin. </span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText32474362237570508"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ledgard knows this stuff too having been a war reporter for The Economist in Africa. James Moore is held hostage by jihadist fighters. He has been caught spying on
al-Qaeda and has now entered a world of torture. Meanwhile off Greenland Danielle, a bio-mathematician, dives into the deep sea trenches feeding her lust for knowledge. They are connected for a year before they had a romantic entanglement that they each return to as they find each other alone driven by duty and destiny. Where each character's mind go to as they face their solitary lives is poetic and prophetic; a disturbing artistic vision.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Harvard Square</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">André Aciman</span></i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Secret Lives of Sports Fans; The Science of Sports Obsession</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Eric Simmons </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Baseball as a Road to God: Seeing Beyond the Game</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- John Sexton </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">501 Baseball Books Fans Must Read Before They Die</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Ron Kaplan </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText15227358430285972267"><b> </b></span><span id="freeText11073566105962821750"><span id="freeText996519102029391626"><span id="freeText8423596156422481012">I've never been a big fan of the ...<i>Before Ya Die</i> series but this book is the labor of love from a baseball fan turned obsessive academic. From <i>Aaron To Zipfel</i></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText11285673403970835354"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> its all here, America's game studied from ever angle, analysis to novels, stats to biography, from the success of <i>Red Sox Century</i> to the failure of <i>Eight Men Out</i>, it's all here. Just taking all the titles and putting them in one place is akin to collecting all the blind men's recollections of an elephant; you see the sport as the cultural phenomena it is. Too heady an observation?<span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: small;">Y</span></span>ou got me. Think of it this way, just read a book a week listed here and you'll be the smartest fan at the bar.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><b> <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText18256272385048766521">Destiny is his name and, well, destiny is his game. His name actually is Rump, that's it, Rump. You can imagine the bullying and taunting that ensues. That is until he finds that gold spinning wheel. As a rapper said once, "Mo money, mo trouble" and little Rump finds it out quick. With his friend, get this, little red riding hood, by his side Rump heads out in search of his full name, the fate of his mother, and to break the curse of badness his magic has unleashed. An amusing reworking of fairy tales with all the conventions of a destiny quest reworked enough to feel fresh. And<span style="font-size: small;"> yes of course the <span style="font-size: small;">have the prerequisite nasty queen to deal with; what fairy tale would be complete without one?</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Zebra Forest</span></span></i> - </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Adina Rishe Gewirtz</span><i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER)</span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11285673403970835354">An escaped inmate changes children's lives forever by revealing the truths of their families. Sounds like Great Expectations but this clever debut novel is its own orginal. Annie was taught to lie by her Gran, a master of deceit. One truth (or lie) she did tell Annie and her younger brother Rew was that their father died in a fight. Annie has her own stories she shares with her brother painting their Dad as a pirate with a slew of adventures. Then the man from Gran's tale visits and the truth that lingers within the best stories (lies) can be told. Well plotted and tense, the reader will wants to spend their days in the forest to hear more stories and figure out which and what is the truth.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Tea Rex</i> - Molly Idle</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Ribbit! - </i>Rodrigo Folgueira, illus. Poly Bernatene</b></span></span><br />
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<span id="freeText11431895247578549234"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span>S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-42103426325003022732013-04-02T05:46:00.004-07:002013-04-02T05:46:38.593-07:00Best Book Bets - 4/2/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Here is some budding new titles to kick off your Spring reading; no foolin'!</span></i></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></b><br />
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for our times. What! Compare a contemporary novelist to the literary
god Melville. All I know is that when I read him I cared and feared for
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tale of an </span></span><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">ANTI</span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-whaling vessel heading to <span style="font-size: small;">Antarctica</span>. For Dr. Pollard its a last effort to resurrect her career and in some strange way avenge the death of a Nantucket sea captain by a rogue whale. Each member of the diverse crew has pathos that can be served during their trek. A powerful tale that illustrates how one man's passion is nothing compared to the will of nature.</span></span></span><span id="freeText8410594038480059413"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></span><i><br /></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Life After Life </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Kate Atkinson</span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13006630444759686828">Ursula Todd is deathless and so being might never actually be alive. Even on her first day she's born twice and dies once. Could this odd miracle be the saving grace of civilization or just the poetic device of an author spinning her wheels? Like Fitzgerald's <i>Benjamin Button</i>, Ursula is the perfect fabrication to examine Fate and our ability or inability to thwart it. We all wish for "make-overs", well here is a character who's life is nothing but them. Atkinson bests herself with her audacious delivery <span style="font-size: small;">sacrificing science credibility for her <span style="font-size: small;">analysis</span> of what it means to be a living human. </span>What she does with the opportunities is the fuel of this smart and funny tale that puts new meaning into the phrase "Carpe Diem."</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Its the classic teen question, if you could have a superpower what would it be? What if it was just what you needed even if you didn't know what that was at the time? That's the gift/curse of the titles family. A girl caught in the middle of the fractured marriage of her parents becomes invisible,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText2428658115180032590"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> a reflection of herself in the family unit only to be able to see the flaws she once blamed herself for. Each member has the ability to discover the power within and even though they are "super" as in supernatural, they are firmly entrenched in the emotional needs of each member. They are as flawed as any family who as years and lives intertwine and pass learn that love and loyalty are the super-est powers of all.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">Reconstructing Amelia</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Kimberly McCreight </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span id="freeText3539727409119656967"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Kate Baron is a mother who is blindsided by the <i>spontaneous</i> suicide of her daughter. Nothing foreshadowed her emotional breakdown that led to the tragic incident. She was always a smart student and a good girl. Who was this troubled young girl she thought she knew? Then she receives a message that breaks her devastating grief, her daughter didn't <i>jump</i>. Through a puzzle of texts, emails and phone calls Kate pieces together the life of her daughter while she was away at college. The question of what a mother will do with her revelation makes you tear through the last third of this auspicious debut novel.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: small;">Woke Up Lonely</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Fiona Maazel </span></b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLO<span style="font-size: x-small;">TH<i>)</i></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8034530831780249693"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Like <i>Wool</i> that got its <i>legitimate</i> book release last month, this dystopian zombiefest gets to put on its publishing big-pants on as well. What makes this stand out above a lot of the barrage of zombie novels of late this reads more like a military thriller than a horror novel. It may be the best zombie novel since Jonathan Maberry's stellar <i>Patient Zero</i> that pretty much rose the standard of zombie novels. While having less emotional resonance as Justin Cronin's <i>The Passage</i> it makes up for us in its intricate war-time plotting. The locale is Iraq in 2005. </span></span></span><span id="freeText8034530831780249693"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8034530831780249693">How many people put in their situations feel they are fighting a war where the enemy just won't die?</span> Still the metaphor of the genre as a reflection our times is never forced. The procedures are accurate and the emotions driving the soldiers raw and real making the resulting novel less science and less fiction and in result all the more disturbing. </span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Gulp; Adventures on the Alimentary Canal</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Mary Roach </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mad Men, Mad World: Sex, Politics, Style and the 1960s</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- edited by Lauren M.E. Goodlad, Lilya Kaganovsky and Robert A. Rushing </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText15227358430285972267"><b> </b></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11073566105962821750"><span id="freeText996519102029391626">Another season is almost upon us and the television audience is in wait with an almost reverent anticipation. Could it be because of its retro sensibilities, its spot-on take on the evolving 50s-60s culture, or just the damn fine writing and acting? All of the above is the answer according to this scholarly but insightful collection of essays on the Mad Men phenomena. From fashion to gender roles these authors analyze every aspect of the show. One uniform <span style="font-size: small;">consensus</span> is that this show is an important work of postmodern art worthy of the feverish study of these academics.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Who Done It?: Investigation of Murder Most Foul - edited by Jon Scieszka</i></b></span></span></div>
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to this amalgamation of mysterious puzzlers. <b> </b>Scirszka, a genius at getting tweens to read, creates Herman Mildew, the crotchety editor/narrator of this collection. He treats the book as a parlor scene in a stogy British murder mystery with each of the authors a suspect. They all weaves their beds of lies and misdirections leaving the readers and their repugnant host to cut through to the truth. What fun!</span><span id="freeText10864424792041725771"></span><span id="freeText10864424792041725771"> Proceeds benefit 826nyc: a
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Ball - </i>Mary Sullivan</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Unchangeable Spots of Leopards</span></span></i> - Kristopher Jansma </span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span> </span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText9116506840580407722"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This debut is a grand rights of passage story of an aspiring writer that takes us across the world enriching our lives as much as it does our protagonist who searches for the meaning <span style="font-size: small;">of his life</span>. Kristopher has always wanted the literary fame his schoolmate Julian has acquired; the bestseller, the notoriety. He also has always had eyes on Julian's friend Evelyn. Emotions clash and the friendship of the three ends. Kristopher attempts to use this life experience to influence his art but in turn his words have profound impact on the very life he attempts to chronicle. He seraches the world for the answer, a journey that b<span style="font-size: small;">rings hi<span style="font-size: small;">m back to his best friend, now in <span style="font-size: small;">seclusion</span>. </span></span>A funny, brash, self-aware work of literary tomfoolery that concludes with a wry be-careful-what-you-wish-for.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>The Burgess Boys </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">- Elizabeth Strout</span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText7639658321672292485">How do you followup a lauded and successful book like Olive Kittridge? Strout knows the answer is all in developing a character you will care about and a story to motivate them. Brothers Jim and Bob lost their father early in life. They both left rural Maine soon after to acquire success in the big city. Jim became a corporate lawyer while Bob dedicated himself to being an attorney for the people. Their sister never left. Now the child she has raised is in big trouble and she reaches out to her brothers. What proceeds is a test to the strength of their family bond in spite of all the dark history they left behind. Strout's <span style="font-size: small;">impeccable</span> word craft is a joy to read and she gives us glimpses into each characters pathos that is bare bones and honest. How do you followup a Pulitzer prize winning novel? Follow it up with one even better than the last.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Ordinary Grace</span></b></span></span></span></i></span> - <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">William Kent Krueger</span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Frozen Solid</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">James M. Tabor</span> </i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Drunken Botanist</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Amy Stewart </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Salt Sugar Fat: How the Food Giants Hooked Us</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Michael Moss </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Dream Friends</b></i><b><i> - </i>You Byun </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">When She Was Gone</span></span></i> - Gwendolen Gross </span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span> </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8488110917880936307">When will they learn that small town secrets never remain buried? The day before college young Lindsay Hart disappears leaving her mother Abigail to search for clues as to the whereabouts of her lost daughter. In doing so she has to keep her illict affair with a barista on the down low while she <span style="font-size: small;">investigates</span> all the various people in her daughter's life. So many people are effected by the event all dealing with grief in their own way, save one, who is just putting on a show, keeping the truth under wraps. Gross has a voice similar to Tom Perotta, another author with a talent of showing us the underbelly of suburbia. A jarring tale of th<span style="font-size: small;">at will keep you guessing, worrying and above all e<span style="font-size: small;">lse, feeling for the <span style="font-size: small;">characters, mostly the lost Lindsay.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Wool </b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span>- Hugh Howey</span></span> </span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16965622941650887049">If the inexplicable success of <i>50 Shades of Grey</i> wasn't enough to convince you that self-publishing is changing the face of the book industry, look no further than the success story of Hugh Howey. In 2011 he released <i>Wool </i>as a short story. Sci-fi diehards demanded more and he released a second volume, then another, all based on the building viral popularity. This led to the movie industry bidding on the property and finally this week, a "legitimate" publisher releases an actual hardcover omnibus edition of the book series. What is it about? A dystopian future where mankind hangs by a thread. A little Bradbury, a little Orwell, a dash of Atwood, and liberal amounts of Suzanne Collins and the legions of science fiction that inspired her. While I'd recommend any of the authors mentioned before this, it makes for good pulp fair; well structured obstacles and characters to root for without too much science in the fiction.</span></span></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-size: small;">A Tale for the Time Being</span></span></span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Ruth Ozeki </span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span id="freeText15319096293735317836"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">This brilliantly conceived new novel hails how the written word possesses such powers; from recollection, to redemption, and most importantly inspiration. Nao, a student in Tokyo, bullied and alone, decides to write about her great grandmother, a Buddhist nun. Each day she writes in her diary... A novelist who lives on the other side of the Pacific, Ruth, finds a <i>Hello Kitty </i>lunchbox, a remnant of a tsunami hundreds of miles away. Inside is Nao's writings and the story of similar soul<span style="font-size: small;">s unfo<span style="font-size: small;">lds</span></span>. Sharp wit, moving prose, and inspirational insight without ever being sappy documents this waltz of shared passions as they weave a mythology of interconnected humanity.</span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Mapmaker's War: A Legend - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Ronlyn Domingue </span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Double Feature</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Owen King</span> </i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLO<span style="font-size: x-small;">TH<i>)</i></span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText14786542459063246368">What is worse than being a young writer who's father is a bestselling author in his own right? How about if your older brother also gains critical acclaim and writes a bestseller. Oh, and what if your Mom is a published author as well? Welcome to the life of Owen King. How do you beat the odds and the self-imposed pressure? Write nothing like them seems to be the answer. After a series of well received shorts King has come up with a witty, postmodern paean to the film industry. Sam Dolan makes films. His dad Booth was a B-movie actor who still rests on the laurels of his cult status. Sam has surrounded himself with a cast of deliciously flawed characters; each bizarre archetypes of Los Angeles at its most dysfunctional. King makes Sam's life a hoot to read about as he searches for his own broken version of normal. The only monsters here are human. Relating to characters has always been the key to his Dad's success so, like his brother, he has learned something he could make his own.</span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Once Upon a Flock: Life with My Soulful Chickens</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Lauren Scheuer </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Fever</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Mary Beth Keane </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Mary Coin</b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Marisa Silver</span></span> </span><i></i></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(<span style="font-size: x-small;">FICTION/</span>CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText6330697590341337964">Paranormal romance for adults? Czerneda weaves a classic piece of fantasy while dodging many of the genre's trappings. Marrowdell is at the junction between this world and the Verge which is accessible at sunset akin to twilight in much folklore. Jenn is a special woman with her feet in both worlds, it is to her normal. She also has an invisible friend she never grew out of. Her friend, Wisp takes the form of a dragon meaning to take her to the other side. With a man by her side she might have the strength to leave. A flubbed spell turns the dragon into a man just as the two of them realize that the Verge doesn't just deliver friendly beings like Wisp. Now the real adventure begins. You don't need to be a D&D devotee to enjoy this book. The elevated language makes this novel read far better than most young adult fare and should please even the casual fantasy reader. </span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Wave</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Sonali Deraniyagala</span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText9938360110869976517">This memoir is less about the devastating events that <span style="font-size: small;">occurred</span> December 26th, 2004 in Sri Lanka than it is about the refusal to give up even in the face of the unfathomable horror of a tsunami. Although a survivor, Deraniyagala lost her whole family to the ocean. She describes the event as it unfolds in unflinching detail. The real story begins the next day as she struggles to reassemble some semblance of a life after the water recedes. Her struggling with her fate is intersperced with glimpses of the people she loved and the life she lost. Only by putting the memories to bed in her heart can she truely move forward. We read along as she finds the courage to embrace both the past and the life she is still living.</span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Raising Cubby</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- John Elder Robison </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText12917139058150943376"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Seeing the world through another person's eyes was never more appropriate than with this author's Look Me In The Eye. It was insightful, compassionate, and even funny at times, all the while giving us a glimpse of the world through the eyes of an individual with Asperger's. Now Robison kicks it up a notch adding fast cars, a dangerous lifestyle, fatherhood, and things that go BOOM to the mix. His unique mode of communication with his son keeps us grinning and as time passes seeing his offspring as a reflection of himself as a youth fills us with forebode. This memoir goes beyond his view of the world and functioning in it and shows us the fears and emotional ties that hold his life together.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Crash and Burn</span></span></i> - </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Michael Hassan</span><i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOT<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">H)</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText16121231702856622370"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It sure didn't take long for Newtown-based stories to hit the young adult book shelves. Here is a book about characters with an unhealthy obsession with destruction. Crash Crashinsky averted a school tragedy by preventing classmate David Burnett from setting off his arsenal at school. He becomes a national hero of sorts. Little do people know the back story of how he is linked to the potential massacre. While far more candy-glossed than King's Rage Hassan mulls over the cause and effect of alienation and seeing oneself as a loner and how slippery a slope it is to go from depression, repression to rage. A bitter pill for the troubled teen.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Navigating Early</i> - Clare Vanderpool </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Pirates vs Cowboys</b></i><b><i> - </i>Aaron Reynolds, illus. David Barneda </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dreams and Shadows</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>C. Robert Cargill </i></span></span></span> </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLO<span style="font-size: x-small;">TH<i>)</i></span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText10194203553349928029"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Your suspicions prove true, there is alternate world, the Limestone Kingdom, that resides along side us where all the mythical beasties roam, fairies, changlings, angels, you name it. This novel <span style="font-size: small;">mulls over the conflict over the magic and the monsters we live with in the everyday. </span>Ewan and Colby are from there but now live in our mundane world in of all things the music scene in Aust<span style="font-size: small;">in but their repressed past still haunts them</span>. Sounds like the setup for teen metaphysical adventure but Cargill's writing style elevates this to literature. Think the humor of Christopher Moore coupled with Neil Gaiman's love affair with the fantastic and you have a satisfying flight of fancy as the kingdom attempts to claim its own.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Demonologist</span></span></i> - Andrew Ptper</span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span> </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText12068574023471492679">Remember reading <i>The Historian</i>, plodding through page after page of what first read like a overly-detailed historical novel only to find, EEK!, here there be monsters? What we have here is another deceptive novel that will lull you with its factual presentation just to give you a scare. A college professor researches Milton's <i>Paradise Lost</i> in hopes of retrieving his daughter whom he believes has been abducted by demons. </span></span></span><span id="freeText12068574023471492679"><span id="freeText12068574023471492679"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Filled with meticulous research of age old beliefs in the devil's legions this novel follows Professor Ullman from jaded academic to fervid believer as he breaks the <span style="font-size: small;">secret codes of the Ages in an </span>attempt to retrieve his daughter from the clutches of The Unnamed.</span></span></span><b><span id="freeText12068574023471492679"><br /></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia</span></span></i> - Mohsin Hamid</span></span> </span><i><br /></i></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11538632326555896742">I love novels that allow us to see the world through another's eyes, provide the reader with a new world view. Problem is they are usually entrenched with weighty historical reference that make them more difficult to plod through than may be necessary. As Hamid did with his bestselling <i>The Reluctant Fundamentalist</i> his dismisses with a load of historical exposition and gets right to the story in the brave new world of his character. The book is about a boy pursuing the rags to riches success promised by the Asian dream. Beneath the shiny contemporary sheen of success our nameless hero/anti-hero deals with all the classic trappings of storytelling; fame, love and responsibility without ever once bringing out the violins.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13268696509676965563">Dan Brown will finally release a new novel. Until then you have this novel entrenched in cryptology and religious conspiracy to satiate your hunger. An emerald cross and its secrets is lost in the Artic along with holy powers akin to the Ark that can destroy civilization. </span><span id="freeText13268696509676965563"><span id="freeText13268696509676965563">epidemiologist</span> Frank Slater heads to Alaska to investigate an unearthed colony who had <span style="font-size: small;">succumbed</span> to Spanish flu around the same time the cross is lost. </span></span></span><span id="freeText13268696509676965563"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Slater connects the two
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Miniature Wife - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Manuel Gonzales</span></b></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText3654758351199912931"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is rare that a debut of stories by a young author matches a fertile imagination with a mastery of wordcraft. Usually the short stories as jewels in the rough boding well for the author's future. Gonzales puts the outrageous in the everyday in this delicious collection of the absurd. A man shrinks his wife, quite by accident? A man talks through his ears? Killer sounds? A pilot caught in a loop of his life's mediocrity is kept in a holding pattern for 20 years? Each premise sounds more absurd than the next but with tender insight the author uses the device to allow us to see the world around us and how we interact with it in a startling new light. Watch this guy, he is positioned to be one of the better new voices in literature.</span></span><b><br /></b></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Good Prose: The Art of Nonfiction</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Tracy Kidder and Richard Todd</span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Virtues of Poetry</span></span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- James Longenbach </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Under Shifting Glass</span></span></i> - </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Nicky Singer</span><i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Ghoulish Song</i> - Will Alexander </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Man in the Empty Suit</span></span></i> - Sean Ferrell</span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span> </span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText13717710726148257301"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Since the days of H.G. Wells tales of time travels have been done ad nauseam. Even flights of fancy such as <i>Time Traveler's Wife</i> fail to tap the potential of timeline continuum as a narrative device. Here's a new twist, a man who has been there, done that through the entirety of history. Each year he celebrates his birthday with a miriad of himself from all different ages. This year's melancholy celebration is a bit different. He finds his forty year old self shot in the head. Also there is a mystery woman named Lily who has crashed his party with himselves. Now he has a year to find out what happened before God knows what will happens to his lives. Heady, fun stuff as a man's significance is judged literally by his peers. </span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lady of Ashes</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Christine Trent </i></span></span></span> </span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Farewell Dorothy Parker</span></i> - Ellen Meister</span></span> </span><i><br /></i></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText12948311694333575288">Its one thing to be inspired by the strength of the famous and successful and quite another when you allow the mentoring inspiration to hijack your life. Violet attributes her career as a movie critic to her emulation of Algonquin mistress of ceremonies, Dorothy Parker. After visiting the famed hotel as if going on a pilgrimage she comes face to face with the outspoken author's restless ghost. Now Violet life has new challenges as she contends with this battle of voices that both want to commander her life; that of the feisty spirit who needs to be put to rest and that of herself that she has been searching for. Funny at times, tender at others, the former fueled by the author channeling Parker's acerbic wit keeps this novel from being a variation of<i> The Ghost & Mrs. Muir</i>.</span></span></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Searchers: The Making of an American Legend</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Glenn Frankel </span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Madman's Daughter</span></span></i> - </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Megan Shepherd</span><i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made</i> - Stephan Pastis </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Odd Squad; Bully Bait - Michael Fry</i></b></span></span></div>
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seventh-grader in the world. He is a loner, often times stuffed into lockers, case and point, the odd one out. He is placed in club filled with fellow square pegs. The become an uber nerd team combating bullies, dumb adults and kissy-face while building lasting friendships. Fun and poignant (though I would have liked some of Fry's critters interspersed within, perhaps a mascot? Maybe in a future volume.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Who's on First? - </i>by Bud Abbott, Lou Costello, John Martz </b></span></span><br />
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training is here, what perfect time it is for this excuse for parents
to introduce their kids to the funniest comedic sketch in all time. Even
Lou's daughter gave this book her blessing. Dad's especially will
revel in reading this aloud with the classic rhythm and emphasis of
funnymen Abbot and Costello.“<i>Who’s on first. What’s
on second. I Don’t Know’s on third.</i>” Making the comic actors into a
bear and a rabbit will appeal to the younger crowd while the beat by
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Bedtime may be extended into extra innings because this concept book is a
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Open Very Carefully: a Book with Bite - </i>Nick Bromley </b></span></span><br />
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<br />S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-13445854180979136352013-02-20T05:33:00.002-08:002013-02-21T05:14:32.473-08:00Beat Book Bets - 2/19/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>There's nothing better on a cold Winter's night than a warm fire and a cool book. To provide that latter here is another batch of quality reads chosen for you by the ubiquitous bookie. 6 novels, 2 non-fiction, 2 young adult, 2 independent readers, even a book for the kiddos. While you enjoy your new read give <span style="font-size: small;">the bookie a toast with your hot toddy!<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Three Graves Full</b></i></span></span><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> - <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Jamie Mason</span></span></span></span></span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">) </span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText13173969303010935147"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13173969303010935147">"There is very little peace for a man with a body buried in his backyard.” How true for poor antihero Jason who ends up killing a man and burying him in his backyard only to find that he wasn't the first person with this idea. As he covers his tracks he finds two more bodies there and so begins the intense and often times hilarious turn of events as Jason tries to cover up his crime and those he did not commit. Driven by guilt and an instinct for survival he diverts detectives</span> while unearthing t<span style="font-size: small;">he truths of the three deceased. Think </span></span></span></span><span id="freeText13173969303010935147"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13173969303010935147">Jerry Lundegaard from Fargo played by </span><span id="freeText13173969303010935147"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000513/?ref_=tt_cl_t1" itemprop="url"><span class="itemprop" itemprop="name"></span></a>William H. Macy, a common man driven to despicable acts only to get the full whoop-ass of Fate. Truth told, he should star in the eventuual film adaptation of this crowd-pleaser of a novel.</span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Flimsy Little Plastic Miracles - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ron Currie, Jr.</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) <span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16962808956048318171"><span id="freeText16142138097165832832">If you are a writer or one who l<span style="font-size: small;">oves the fine art of writing you tend to love novels about the craft, stories that get underneath process. </span>Currie's novel <i>Everything Matters!</i><span style="font-size: small;"> wow the lit crowd. Now he trumps himself with this <span style="font-size: small;">imaginative take on novels being the offapring of the no<span style="font-size: small;">velist. Like John Irving with his </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16962808956048318171"><span id="freeText16142138097165832832"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="st"><i>Last Night in Twisted River</i></span></span></span> </span>the main character is a fictionalization of the author who's latest manuscript<span style="font-size: small;"> is destroyed in a fire. He mourns its loss as much as the passing of his father and his own love lorn life. He decides a geographic switch woulk<span style="font-size: small;"> be best and heads for an island retreat where he fakes his own death in order to escape his self-imposed grief. The hasty act proves to catapult his into celebrity. Soon Currie the character (the author?) </span></span>finds that being dead is far more difficul<span style="font-size: small;">t that <span style="font-size: small;">dealing with the trials of the living. His dizzying yet technique at storytelling will enthral<span style="font-size: small;">l all who dare go for the ride.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">American Elsewhere</span></span></i> - Robert Jackson Bennett</span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLO<span style="font-size: x-small;">TH<i>)</i></span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13535659971274731283">This bestselling phenomenon has been hailed as the international equivalent of <i>Gone, Gir</i>l. Two families meet at an upscale restaurant not to enjoy the cuisine or each others' company but to avoid then confront a horrific act committed by each others' offspring. It starts as an uneasy comedy of manners and turns dark and spiteful as the meal continues. This reminded me so much of the play Carnage where to couples has to put all their past discretion over the coals to fess up to the inevitable. The conversation goes from congenial to primal and the evening progresses with a finale that is worthy of the setup. This has already become the water cooler read of the rest of the world and the debate should continue hear in the states as well. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sometimes the only way to come to terms with one's life is to strip it bare in a fictionalized version of itself, Such it is with Kincaid in her novel of the caustic end of a marriage and the unsure future that follows. How Mrs. Smart's love turned to hatred alludes her but rages in her veins. She fights against it to prevent herself from making further bad decisions. She married a well to do man who in part protected her from deportation. She had children with him, beautiful children, one who her husband sees as more that just beautiful. What follows is a <i>Pygmalion</i> of cruelty as she learns to read, write and think for herself realizing that there is more to life than a lecherous and hateful overlord. But hatred can be inherited. Will she be able to save herself and her children before his bitter soul turns her children from her? Read on.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span id="freeText5737251131611813846"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It is so refreshing to find a new and original voice in the genre of mystery/thriller. Hobbs bursts onto the scene with this smart novel about the underbelly of the criminal life. Be careful when you make a deal with a devil, or in this case, a ghost. Jack is the bat signal for criminals, an untraceable nobody with skills up the wazoo who can get the job done. He is hired to cover up a botched robbery in Atlantic City. The feds are already on to this phantom uber criminal. Everybody wants the payoff and Jack needs all of his infamous experience to get out of this pressure cooker alive. Each action is countered, each lead a MacGuffin requiring Jack to implement his skills like a jazzman. This novel with its intricate pacing and intelligent writing is the beginning of a new crime story superstar.</span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Little Book of Heartbreak</span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">; </span></span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Stories Soldiers Won't Tell You about What They've Seen, Done, or Failed to Do in War</span></b></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>- Ke<span style="font-size: small;">vin Sikes</span></span></span><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span id="freeText9438076317142782908"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In the suburban squallor of Danvers, MA Ruta lives a life that stronger people would want end. Her world is literally built amidst trash. He drug dealer mother has her hooked on the Oxy and dressed like a rag doll. Domenica educated herself, always in a book, and knew that there was more to life than this. She soon learns that you can leave but the past has a tendancy to tag along. She leaves Danvers with the monkey still on her back and now has to fight her addiction to gain the life she read about. A powerfully gritty testament to the trials of the abused and the addicted documents how clinging to a dream can see you through even the darkest of times.</span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Whole Stupid Way We Are</span></i> - Nicole Griffin</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOT<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">H)</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText8912965175598213750"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">From her refreshing debut Paranormalcy where she chronicles the loves and adventures of a teen psychic I've always enjoyed Kiersten's writing. She knows how teens think and she can write those feelings down on the page in a manner accessible to them. She also has a crafty way of using the supernatural to expose those conflicting emotions. She now amps up both the fantastic and the angst-driven in this futuristic ode to sisterhood. Fia's instincts are right on and valuable to a group of corporate baddies. Annie, her sister, has similar powers but they are more subtle, more open to interpretation. The are thrown into a school of children with similar powers to work for the evil conglomerate, kind of a girl-power Maze Runner. Now they have to work against their captors without being found out. Intense and character driven, this novel will appeal to any teen who believes every day is a fight to just be themselves. </span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Destiny, Rewritten</i> - Kathryn Fitzmaurice </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>A Tangle of Knots - </i>Lisa Graff </b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Open This Little Book - </i>Lisa Graff </b></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Patron Saint of Lost Dogs - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nick Trout</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH)<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16962808956048318171">One of the best <span style="font-size: small;">dog books the bookie could recommend i<span style="font-size: small;">s the non-fiction novel penned by this Boston vet, <i>Tell Me where It Hurts</i>.</span></span> From the s<span style="font-size: small;">ul<span style="font-size: small;">len bandaged bulldog on the cover to the heartwarming connectivity of the <span style="font-size: small;">veterinarians</span>, it's everything a dog lover looks for in a book about the loyal and lovable <span style="font-size: small;">comp<span style="font-size: small;">anions. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span>This time out Trout weaves a novel set in a world is <span style="font-size: small;">rooted in. </span>Dr. Cyrus Mills took a hiatus from his hometown and his father's <span style="font-size: small;">veterinary</span> practice. His father's passing brings him home to the Bedside Manor
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Out of the Easy</span></span></i> - Ruta Sepetys</span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span> <span style="font-size: small;">The French Quarter in the</span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText17168802925949708505"> 1950s was ri<span style="font-size: small;">fe with secrets and sin. Josie, the seventeen year old daughter of a </span>prostitute has secrets of her own. She plans her way out of New Orleans and her <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">impending</span> destiny. <span style="font-size: small;">Her plans are stalled when she is implicated in the death of a man in the New Orleans streets. It makes her question her bond to her mother and her madam Woodley and the underworld life she grew up in. She needs to discover the truth but also needs to get out before her <span style="font-size: small;">opportunities</span> disappear like her mother's dreams. Sepety's gift at building the town brick by brick and secret on top of secret gives the novel a strong <span style="font-size: small;">southern gothic vibe.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Lost Art of Mixing</span> - </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">Erica Bauermeister</span></span> </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLO<span style="font-size: x-small;">TH<i>)</i></span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11377593456017457246">Just in time for Valentine's Day the author of the extremely popular<i> School of Essential Ingredients</i> creates a s<span style="font-size: small;">equel that uses the preparation of food and spirits as an <span style="font-size: small;">allegory</span> for the social mixing of her ch<span style="font-size: small;">aracters. Lillian is the <span style="font-size: small;">consummate</span> hostess and her personality making her <span style="font-size: small;">restaurant</span> a success. She tries to keep <span style="font-size: small;">her staff<span style="font-size: small;">, each with their own little dramas f<span style="font-size: small;">rom effecting the reputation her food and presentation has earned. Expect <span style="font-size: small;">liaisons</span>, fights, regrets, and forgiveness as the cast of characters are <span style="font-size: small;">vinegar</span> and oil one moment<span style="font-size: small;">, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11377593456017457246"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="st">Fra Diavolo</span> sauce the next before settling into a </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11377593456017457246"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="st">gastronomi<span style="font-size: small;">c bliss</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> bonded by friendships that trump all their diverse lusts and ambitions. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11377593456017457246"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="st"><i>Bon appétit.</i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Truth About Love and Lightning</span></i> - Susan McBride</span></span> </span><i><br /></i></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16091269399420907691">What could be more perfect for the literary love muffin in your life tha<span style="font-size: small;">n the authoritive volume on thae patron saint of romance, Jane Austen, and her crowning triumph that forever defined the modern roman<span style="font-size: small;">ce</span>, <i>Pride and Prejudice</i>. This is not a dry academic vo<span style="font-size: small;">lume though its research is exhaustive. Its funny, giving us sly insights into Austen, her life, her inspirations and the<span style="font-size: small;"> world she tolerated. Can you believe that her first draft of the masterwork was have been completed when she was merely twenty? Wow. The book also chronicles her life post novel and how the novel has effected ever romantic novel that followed. Constantly fascinating<span style="font-size: small;">, it at times it reads like a novel all its own. If your valentine loves Austen<span style="font-size: small;"> this is a must.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Pivot Point</span></i> - Kasie West</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOTH) <span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Addie is a Searcher <i>(aren't we all?)</i><i> </i>who lives in a futuristic town called The Compound. <i> </i>A searcher is an existential medium that can see the repercussions of one's actions before a decision is made. She lives with the Norms <i>(who are also searching but not in a psychic sens</i><i>.)</i> Enter Trevor, the emotionally intuitive artist who gets her. Together they both see a future outside of the Compound. A school jock type has the hots for her and may make their plans go astray. Thus is life in hormonally charged high school or in a dystopian prison. Part melo-drama, part psychic thriller, it is an nonthreatening read for all teens <i>(aren't they all searchers?)</i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Janie Face to Face</span></span></i> - </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">Caroline B. Cooney</span><i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOT<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">H)</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Cooney has had a long and successful career writing for teens but it was i</span></span></span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">n 1990 when she published <i>The Face on the Milk Carton</i> that she gave the reading public one of the first young adult novels in memory that didn't dance around the reality of gritty criminal monsters in our midst. Now 5 novels in this chapter is the grand finale of the series where all will be revealed. Hopefully all of Janie and Reeve trials and tribulations will be vindicated, not without a final struggle for their lives that's for sure. <i>(No, I'm not going to post a spo<span style="font-size: small;">iler alert here<span style="font-size: small;">.) </span></span></i></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>When No One Is Watching</i> - Eileen Spinelli, illus. David A. Johnson</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText18167909708666177896">This book is an ode to all of the shower singers in the crowd (you know who you are.) With hairbrush or bar of soap in hand and no one around, you are a superstah! This charming book presents an awkward wallflower of a girl. When she's alone she feels free to, well, be herself. When she gets a BFF with Loretta she finds someone else who feels the same way and together they can just let it all hang out. Isn't that what friends are really for?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>Maggot Moon - </i>Sally Gardner</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">VALENTINE'S DAY BEST BETS FOR YOUR LITTLE C<span style="font-size: small;">UPIDS!</span></span></span></b></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>"Hey </i><span style="font-size: small;"><i>there, no angel, we make perfect valentine<span style="font-size: small;">s- match made in heaven"</span></i></span></span></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I Haiku You</i> - Betsy Snyder</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11902669277880485916">This book is a great gift for the young and the young at heart. I can picture it nestled in a hope chest <span style="font-size: small;">to be shared <span style="font-size: small;">with the next generation. </span></span>Betsy Snyder is an award winning author at the deft nature of her simple turns of phrase play your heartstrings. She knows her stuff. The words transport you to <span style="font-size: small;">innocent</span> time when you would dare cooties for your first kiss. W<span style="font-size: small;">hether </span>you buy it for a young'n or your lovey dovey this little treasure will become a family treasure, a Valentine that will last longer than roses and chocolate-covered strawberries<span style="font-size: small;"> (though I'd love to read this aloud while eating them<span style="font-size: small;">.)</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">“You be my jelly<span style="font-size: small;">. </span> </span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I’ll be your peanut butter<span style="font-size: small;">,</span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Let’s
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Yuckiest, Stinkiest, Best Valentine Ever</i> - Brenda A. Ferber/ illus. Tedd Arnold</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2384819716757118675">Its hard to find a book about Valentine'<span style="font-size: small;">s Day that won't make a little boy cringe. Most are all lace and cupids. Leon has the love bug...; bad. The boy who de<span style="font-size: small;">nies </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2384819716757118675"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText2384819716757118675"><span style="font-size: small;">his doe eyed infatuation</span></span></span></span></span> battles the Valentine he intends to give her and he ends up chasing his romatic heart through town as if it was Frosty the Snowman.<span style="font-size: small;"> "</span></span></span></span></span>Valentine's Day is all about CANDY!" says the card. Leon knows its about a little bit more. O.K., the little tyke you read it to <i>will </i>cringe but he'll get it too.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>We Go Together - </i>Calef Brown</b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> “We go together, like
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Molars and gums., Genuine chums.<span style="font-size: small;">"</span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>I <span style="font-size: small;">Loathe You</span></i> - David Slonim</span></span></b></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5685723488049619577">Here's the book <span style="font-size: small;">for the child that wants NOTHING to do with Valentine's Day save for the candy. Like me, that precocious child probably has an unhealthy <span style="font-size: small;">fascination</span> with monsters. (<span style="font-size: small;">covering up the fact that they are really, REALLY, spooked out by them.) Here's the trick, a book about true <strike>love</strike> loathe, a</span></span> monsterly love only another little monster would appreciate.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5685723488049619577"><span style="font-size: small;">Here's a taste</span> <i>(gross!)</i></span></span></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I
loathe you more than tooth decay</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span id="freeText5685723488049619577">More than blizzard snow in May</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span id="freeText5685723488049619577">More than garbage in a dump</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span id="freeText5685723488049619577">More than splinters in my rump</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"><span id="freeText5685723488049619577">I loathe you there and back again!</span></span></i></div>
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span id="freeText5685723488049619577"><br /></span></b></span></span></span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span id="freeText5685723488049619577">Happy Valentine's day to all my literary monsters out there - The Literary Bookie</span></b></span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Love Song of Jonny Valentine</span></i> - <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Teddy Wayne</span></span></span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">) </span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText12601990974460818012">Wayne is considered a wunderkind in the world of novel writing. His first novel<i> </i></span><i>Kapitoil</i> has been hailed as one of the best of his generation. Even Jonathan Franzen bows at his alter. All the more surprising that he would now deliver a pop novel that is<span id="freeText12601990974460818012">. well, Bieberlicious. Wayne takes his at first unassuming yet surgical sharp commentary and focuses in on our media culture, celebrity and its effect on our world. Jonny is a manufactured music icon who just wants to live his life like any other 11 year old. Jane, his mother is literally and figuratively high on fame and the plasticine life it provides her. A battle of wills ensues and between the snark and the sincerity of Jonny, the narrator we see that fame and noterity doesn't shield you from the pains of adolescence. </span></span></span><br />
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A Natural History of Dragons - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Marie Brennan</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH)<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></b></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16130456523042400477">We had to present the cover art folded open just so you can see the breadth of this auspicious undertaking. A while back there was a book about Santa's reindeer written as a National Geographic book that made me smile. Brennan goes one better by offer<span style="font-size: small;">ing us the mythos of dragons in a faux academic text that follows the history of dragons through time with such slavish detail</span> and authoritative sincerity. It truely is a marvel that will make you believe. It plays as a trascription of the memoirs o<span style="font-size: small;">f Isabella, a<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16130456523042400477"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16130456523042400477">dragon naturalist, who has endured many an adventure as she documented dragons in our world. From </span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16130456523042400477">the swamps of Mouleen to the peaks of </span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16130456523042400477">Mrtyahaima she co<span style="font-size: small;">nfronts the battlers of </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16130456523042400477"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText16130456523042400477">Keonga<span style="font-size: small;">,</span></span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText16130456523042400477"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>rock-wyrms
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Promise of Stardust</span></span></i> - Priscille Sibley</span><i><br /></i></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/TRADE<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span> </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11241708015407488318">This novel is a battle between true love and mortality that will have you question every thought you have <span style="font-size: small;">about the two. From their earliest memories Matt and Elle have been in love, theirs was the c<span style="font-size: small;">hildhood sweetheart romances that make you wonder if you could ever be that much in love. Their cross to bear was the difficulties they confronted when they attempted to <span style="font-size: small;">conceive</span>. Still, their love held strong. Then one fateful day Elle has an accident leaving her brain dead. </span></span>In cruel iron<span style="font-size: small;">y Matt discovers that she <span style="font-size: small;">is also pregnant. Matt decides to refute his wife's <span style="font-size: small;">will and keeps her alive for the sake of the baby. A family battle ensues and the fate of one's will and another's love is played out in court.<span style="font-size: small;"> Sibley doesn't flinch as she tells us this heart-wrenching <span style="font-size: small;">dilemma. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLO<span style="font-size: x-small;">TH<i>)</i></span><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText17536169626893117299">A heated custody battle over his daughter <span style="font-size: small;">Eric kennedy flees with her to Vermont eluding his wife Laura. It is a time of bonding, a snapshot moment for him to cherish until she learns of his past<span style="font-size: small;"> when he was an East German immigrant named Erik Schroder. We follow this and many other revelations of the life he had lived, reconstructed, and lived again<span style="font-size: small;"> all told to us in confessional detail from the confines of a prison. A moving and passionate tale of what we do for the things we love and the repercus<span style="font-size: small;">sions of our action.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">All This Talk About Love - Christopher Castellani</span></span> </span><i><br /></i></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">)</span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">One of the hidden jewels in the world of writing is Grubb Street in Boston, MA, an organization that tutors and promotes writers, helping each reach their potential and find their true voice. One of its vanguards is Castellani who has written a </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="st">oeuvre</span> based o<span style="font-size: small;">n the histories of his fa<span style="font-size: small;">mil</span>y. His latest tale of his Italian heritage is a work of passion; for family, for love, for the gritty survival instincts of the common man, and mostly for the traits past down through the blood. This novel will serve as <i>Exhibit A</i> next time he coaches other writer about finding one's voice. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-size: x-small;">)</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13874311884809532821"><span id="freeText696110055515029171"><span id="freeText7700757348528041823"><span id="freeText2530607860598729625"><span id="freeText16131773030258010697">Mash-ups are all the rage and when they're good<span style="font-size: small;">, they're great, and when their not, they're <span style="font-size: small;">odorous</span>. </span>As wacky as the concept seems this is definitely the former. Valente is a best-selling novelist who brings hef<span style="font-size: small;">ty writing chops to this fairy tale transported to the wild west. The Grimms Brother's tale is rewritten with Gun That Sings, a half blood crow woman of stunning beauty, as the title character. Early in her life <span style="font-size: small;">she<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>is married off to a Nevada silver baron. After a life lived in the shadows her evil stepmother cruelly names her Snow White and unleashes her into a world where indians <span style="font-size: small;">are scorned. An enchanting tale that embraces the soul of the fairy tale and uses it as a stepping off point for<span style="font-size: small;"> a surprisingly <span style="font-size: small;">original</span> fable.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/<span style="font-size: x-small;">CLOTH) </span></span></span></b><span style="font-size: small;">Can we just end this debate already. Man comes from apes <span style="font-size: small;">and dinosaurs come from birds and never the twain did meet. That said, we have here an entertaining present<span style="font-size: small;">ion of evolution</span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4015777660907681496">. There have <span style="font-size: small;">by now been 27 species of man </span>discovered. Armed with the latest discoveries Walter tells us the rise and fall of <span style="font-size: small;">our forefathers and how their unique surval skills and interbreeding led to modern man. It also <span style="font-size: small;">alludes</span> t<span style="font-size: small;">o the reason why early man became self-aware while the other animals around did not. </span></span>His oft times amusing work gives us <span style="font-size: small;">a glimpse in why we act like we do t<span style="font-size: small;">oday. (and YES, th<span style="font-size: small;">ere were hobbits!)</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211">The Lady and her Monsters</span></span></span></i><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">: A Tale of Dissections, Attempts to Reanimate Dead Tissue, and the Writing of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein</span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-size: small;">- Roseanne Montillo</span></span></span></b><br />
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Lunar Chronicles takes Little Red Riding Hood as inspiration just as Cinder did Cinderella. Scarlet's granny has been living a miserable life and now <span style="font-size: small;">is missing. Scarlet teams up with Wolf, a street fighter with a questionable past and even <span style="font-size: small;">sketchier</span> motivations as they search for her grandmother. All the while the evil Lunar Queen. Along the way they team up with Cinder from the first book who has a battle of her own. Together they fight for truth and love in a world possibly devoid of both.</span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Athlete vs. Mathlete</i> - W.C. Mack</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><i>My Brother’s Book - </i>Maurice Sendak</b></span></span></div>
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the Wild Things Are. He said that he ha<span style="font-size: small;">d<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>long been obsessed with death since he was a child and this obsession weaves through this tale. It also makes Shakespearean themes assessable to a young reader. Beautiful and grief-stricken, sentimental without an ounce of scmaltz, this book is a fitting finale to a body of work that has always been without compromise and who's passion for his readers is unquestioned. Even literary scholar </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/KINDLE)</span></span><i><span style="color: red;"> </span></i></b><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back in the day<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;">the book and the film adaptation of <i>A Clockwork Orange</i> went w<span style="font-size: small;">ere battled in court as to their <span style="font-size: small;">culpability</span> in relatio<span style="font-size: small;">n to violent acts that mirrored events in the story. The result was that they may influence how a crime is <span style="font-size: small;">perpetrated</span> but <span style="font-size: small;">were not the<span style="font-size: small;"> impetus f</span>or the event. King hims<span style="font-size: small;">el</span>f was confronted for his novel <i>Rage</i> that was <span style="font-size: small;">written under his non de plume, Richard Bachman<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">(a name he reserved for his lesser-than no<span style="font-size: small;">vels.)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"> Although his agreed with the above verdict he did see that while
the novel addressed the problem of troubled teens drawn to <span style="font-size: small;">vigilante</span>
violence he felt it may be an "accelerate" and asked his publisher to
pull it from distribution. King is also a gun owner (he lives in Maine
for Gosh's sake.) Again he took the time to
address the situation and in a meager 25 pages, 8,000 words, gets to
the heart of the matter more effectively than a two week commission. He addresses the media that covers such tragic events, the legislator that protects the industry with its <span style="font-size: small;">dysfunction</span>, the "gun enthusiasts" who refuse to give us their toys for the safety of our society all the while supporting the essence of the 2nd amendment. Intensely personal in voice (King the father, the neighbor, the American rings in every line.) Also reiterated its the communal frustration
in the dysfunctional <span style="font-size: small;">discourse</span> of us as a people on an issue who's need
for bilateral efforts should be self-evident. He released this as a
Kindle Single you can download so to get the discussion cooking with
immediacy.</span> </span></span></span></span></span><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="color: red;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Read it for yourself, its less than a buck. Talk about it and then DO SOMETHING!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i>Reducing Gun Violence: Informing Policy with Evidence and Analysis</i> </span><span id="freeText4232103629832222211">- edited by Daniel W. Webster and Jon S. Vernick</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText7477725699454388305">A<span style="font-size: small;">If you want less personal passion influencing your decisions on this matter ma<span style="font-size: small;">y I suggest this <span style="font-size: small;">hot-off-the-presses release that covers a</span></span></span> consensus
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implications for policymakers and citizens. <span style="font-size: small;">The</span> constitutionality of
recommended policies<span style="font-size: small;"> is covered<span style="font-size: small;">. The weakness of </span></span>current federal gun policies and the efficacy of various
state laws designed to reduce firearm<span style="font-size: small;">s are compared. Other countries approaches and results are also considered. A scholarly compendium</span> that will prove a valuable addition to the debate for both sides.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Daddy Love</i> - <span style="font-size: small;">Joyce Carol Oates</span></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">White Dog Fell from the Sky - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Eleanor Morse</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>) </i></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText7546874625243612399"><span id="freeText4726381258866310177"><span id="freeText13373709867669227944"><span style="font-size: small;">This is an old school chiller that plays like <i>Snow White</i> redux. A man searches for the <span style="font-size: small;">Delphine<span style="font-size: small;"> who had just dis<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">appeared</span> without a trace save for a cryptic piece of paper. Think Prince Charming in search of his true love. This is as dark as the original tale<span style="font-size: small;"> told by the Brother Grimm, </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText7546874625243612399"><span id="freeText4726381258866310177"><span id="freeText13373709867669227944"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span lang="de"><i>Sneewittchen,</i></span></span> and is complimented by grey illustrations that further evoke the classic storytelling. And grim it is. I know this sounds like kid's fare but the tale is far more mature due to its violent nature. Trust me, there are no blue bird's a<span style="font-size: small;">'</span> chirping and pumpkins drawn by mice in this rendition<span style="font-size: small;">, just a solid tale of love in the face of diabolical adversity.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao</i>, then dash to your bookstore and grab this powder<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>keg of a novel. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Believe it or not this is the same novelist who <span style="font-size: small;">penned the bedtime book parody</span></span> <i>Go the F*** to Sleep</i> that<span style="font-size: small;"> Samu<span style="font-size: small;">el L. Jackson made famous by narrating</span></span> . Well his threatening bass tones would be great to narrate the trailer for this urban epic. Brooklyn born Kilroy
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peers a day. 6 out of 10 American youth witness
bullying at least once a day. -</span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b>Winter is my favorite time to read, curled up in front of a fire, warmed by a much-loved comforter. Except for Summertime under an umbrella, a sea breeze cooling the shade as I sip a beverage. Fall though, now that's a time I love to read, the woody fragrance of the falling leaves and the bite of the breeze as they eddy at my feet as I turn a page. Then of course there's Spring with its promise of new beginnings and satisfying novel endings. O.K. my favorite time is anytime I can squirrel away to read and if you are reading this I'm sure you are with me. So hears another</b></i><i><b> week of the Bookie's best; another list of winners.This week we have the scary, the thrilling, the heart wrenching, and yes, the funny.Read & enjoy!</b></i></span></span></span></div>
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embodiment of all things good and kind in the world. </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"> There is a world-wide epidemic where children are killing their families. Anthropologist Hesketh<span style="font-size: small;"> Lock uses the obser<span style="font-size: small;">vational advantages of his </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5175678109895386031"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5175678109895386031">Asperger's Syndrome to discover the cause in hopes of a cure. His stepson Freddy begins to act erratically and he fears he may be coming down with the disease. As Freddy appears to be <span style="font-size: small;">implicated in a murder Lock has to come to terms with <span style="font-size: small;">a future where nurturing and parenting becomes a thing of the past. This distopian thr<span style="font-size: small;">iller will make you <span style="font-size: small;">flinch when you see a young one for days on end.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText696110055515029171"><span id="freeText7700757348528041823">There seems to be a growing facination with mystery writers from other countries (Larsson, Nesbo). Well this novel should make these people very happy. It was an international bestseller (3.5 million copies to date) and its english translation is accessible although possesses that different point of view that makes these foreign entries so compelling.<i> </i>Detectives Kirchhoff and Bodenstein investigate a body that has apparently fallen from a bridge down into a car below. The case brings them to a village of secrets involving the disappearance of a pair of teens years before. The convicted "killer" is released, the accident tied to him and then, another teen goes missing. Its the classic case of community hiding their dirty laundery and the reveals are delicious.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText7546874625243612399"><span id="freeText4726381258866310177">Louisa (Lou) Clark likes her life just as it is but when her job at the tea shop disappears as does her love for her boyfriend she finds herself a care assistant for someone else who has lost the value to there life. Her client Will is a quadriplegic due to a motorcycle accident. His life is as joyless as Lou's. Their oil and vinegar relationship tests each of them but after a few verbal shake-ups they begin to fill the darkness in each others lives. This has already been a big success in England where they call such stories "weepies."</span></span><span id="freeText7546874625243612399"><span id="freeText4726381258866310177"> What makes this novel rise above the lot is how real all the characters are on the page (even the acerbic mother of Will.) Bring out the Kleenex and turn the page, this story gives Segal's <i>Love Story</i> a run for its money.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5096062108258131640"><span id="freeText6500520712707935594">A remarkable debut novel about unbreakable spirit.Talk about someone born down on their luck, Shannon is dumped at a "Y"MCA in a dirty sweatshirt, armed with a Swiss Army knife. She is also armed with an old soul that takes the foster system head on. She revives abuse and neglect while in the system until she finds a foster parent with as resilient a spirit as hers, Miranda. The novel weaves the similar tales of the two with Miranda's mother, Yula, and celebrates what a brave act being a family can be. </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5096062108258131640"><span id="freeText6500520712707935594">“Y. That perfect
letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">The Drowning House</span></i> - <span style="font-size: small;">Elizabeth Black</span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText8163799853830603736">Here is another notable de<span style="font-size: small;">but author. Black presents to us<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span>Clare
Porterfield, a successful photographer who impending divorce overshadows<span style="font-size: small;"> a death in her family.</span> <span style="font-size: small;">To avo<span style="font-size: small;">id the inevitable in her personal life she jumps at the chance to escap<span style="font-size: small;">e back to her hometown,</span></span></span>Galveston, Texas, to <span style="font-size: small;">participate<span style="font-size: small;"></span> in an exhibition and tend to family affairs. </span>Her story <span style="font-size: small;">parallels</span> the tale of Stella Carraday who<span style="font-size: small;">, legend has it drown in her family house during the hurricane of 1900 when her hair got tangled in a chandelier as the water rose. The truths behind both there fates turn dark and interwoven as Clare comes to t<span style="font-size: small;">erms with her family secrets and her life going forwards. A powerful talent that weaves <span style="font-size: small;">a tone of Southern Gothic to the tale-telling.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><b>The Forgotten Writings of Bram Stoker</b></span></i> - <b><span style="font-size: small;">edited by John Edgar Browning</span></b> </span></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i>For the Love of Letters: The Joy of Slow Communication</i> </span><span id="freeText4232103629832222211">- John O'Connell </span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11634757826457908704">I'm getting on my soap box for a moment. Letterwriting and the practice of cursive writing has been the key to civilization's soul. Has anyone anywhere, paused before their keyboard or mobile device, to construct the words that would describe the beatings of one's heart as you would when composing a letter? If you say yes then sorry, you're lying. Keyboards are cold and thumbs texting as knumb as the calluses such practice creates. That said, here's a fine book that celebrates letter writing. It is a collection of writings from Churchill to Austen to Dunne; all fine examples of the many values of what was once the only mode of communication, now an art form.</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> To quote </span><span class="st"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Natalie Goldberg from her book <i>Writing Down the Bones</i> "Handwriting is closest to the beat of the heart." Amen, sister!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Splintered</i> - A.G. Howard</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOTH<span style="font-size: small;">) </span></span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText11053823879942538453">Re-imagings are all the rage, especially with young adult titles and their subsequent film adaptations. Most are dreck but every once in a while an author takes the term to heart. Howard rebuilds the legend of Alice in Wonderland from the ground up with such attention to detail and pathos it would make Rick Burton blush. Alyssa hears the thoughts of bugs and flow<span style="font-size: small;">er<span style="font-size: small;">s but don't tell anyone, it landed her Mom in an institution years befo<span style="font-size: small;">re. <span style="font-size: small;">She is an ancestor of Alice Liddel<span style="font-size: small;">l, the girl Lewis Carroll based his novel<span style="font-size: small;"> on. What Alyssa learns is that the tale wasn't woven of fantasy and <span style="font-size: small;">whimsy but facts. Yes there will be a tea party and a bandersnatch but this <span style="font-size: small;">psychedelic</span> <span style="font-size: small;">grotesque is now your mother<span style="font-size: small;">'s wonderland.</span></span> </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">Uses For Boys</span></i> - <span style="font-size: small;">Erica Lorraine Scheidt<i> </i></span></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>This Moose Belongs to Me</i> - Oliver Jeffers</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span>S. E. Toonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01779341199387862248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8133095228744107351.post-73137693899108356972013-01-16T05:58:00.003-08:002013-01-16T05:58:40.714-08:00Best Book Bets -1/15/2013<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The new year is starting with a bang in the publishing world.<span style="font-size: x-small;"> Here's this week's perfectas as chosen by the all-knowing bookie. For the ki<span style="font-size: x-small;">ddos check out the last recommend on the list, a storybook by Newbury award winning author Neil Gaiman. (the panda is <span style="font-size: x-small;">mischievous</span> by not creepy as you might expect from the macabre master.</span></span></span></b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Death of Bees - </span></b></i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Lisa O'Donnell</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span> </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText696110055515029171">A couple of years back the novel <i>Swamplandia!</i> rocked my world. Here's another novel that takes a humorous look at the underbelly of suburbia and how ones actions come back to haunt you. Marnie and her sis Ellie bury their parents in their back yard on Christmas eve. What happened to their parents is a mystery to all THEN things start to get creepy. Their story is told by each of them as lies break down, secrets are revealed and you stop reading only to find that hours have past. This is a tale of need and lost as the girls and the old man they befriend search light in the dark Glasgow night. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The One I Left Behind</i> - Jennifer McMahon</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText15495310710893318879">McMahon weaves a disturbing investigative thriller about a serial killer who's M.O. is leaving the hand of his victims as evidence. 25 years ago when Reggie was just a teen his mother was abducted by the monster, a hand left, but no body ever found. Then one day his mother is found alive in a women's shelter. The now successful architect who had buried his past now makes it his mission to find the killer who spared his mother before he can strike again. It is a grisly tale told masterfully that combines dread and compulsion to read on. As the mystery unravels the author does not disappoint as she leads us down into the depravity of criminal Reggie seeks.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Threads of the Heart</i> - Carole Martinez</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText7546874625243612399">I love a novel that has fantasy elements that are firmly entrenched in the real world. Here we have Frasquita who has a unique gift that has been handed down from her family of sorcerers. She is able to fabricate the most beautiful garments that have the power to find one's flaws and deformities. Her village labels her a witch or worse, an adulteress and she is banished. With her familyt under her wings she travels through Spain into Africa searching for a new life devoid of her history of magic. This is a mythic tale of the need for rebirth, for new beginnings, the same incantation as the clothes she weaves. Beautiful and poetic, her adventure will speak to your heart.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>A Memory of Light</i> - Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText15763080412615515203">When Ro<span style="font-size: small;">bert B. Parker passed, I felt for the author chosen to continue his legacy. How do you continue the work of a man with such a distinctive style without aping his lexicon? Same <span style="font-size: small;">pains</span> are felt for Sanderson as he tackles Jordan's monumental body of work. Based on the notes and incomplete manuscript for the last chapter in the Wheel of Time odyssey the author estate has decided to release the ending in three parts entitled <i>A Memory of Light</i>. </span>Tarmon Gai’don, the Last Battle, is at hand. The Dragon Reborn rises. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The man of the hour,</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText15763080412615515203"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Egwene, is locked aw<span style="font-size: small;">ay in the white tower. Let it begin!</span></span></span></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><i>The Intercept</i> - Dick Wolf </span><i><br /></i></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5096062108258131640"><i>Law & Order </i>has become the most success drama in television history with its countless spin-offs and reworkings. The brainchild of this juggernaut is Dick Wolf who's first novel is a a throw back to classic international thrillers. It has more twists and cliffhangers than the best episodes of his television work but with a distinctly different voice. Its NYC, the One World Trade Center at Ground Zero is celebrated and intelligence agencies fear a new threat is planned to commemorate the ceremony. Two agents, Fisk and Gersten, fight against the clock following one false lead after another before a new American nightmare is unleashed. As the clues are revealed all that is needed is the teeth-clenching steel chords that pre-empt a commercial break to make it complete. Tick, tick, tick... reveal (da-dummm!)</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Sky Saw</i> - Blake Butler</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13287548345755538861">Alot of what is considered experimental fiction turns out to be literary thumb twiddling but some authors can hone in the fruits of there efforts into some chilling visions. Butler's word choice and sentence structure gets under your skin. The novel reads like a fever dream Butler's novel births the lovechild of George Orwell and Clive Barker in this troubling vision of the future where books rule over man and one's welcome euthanasia is denied. People are literally numbers for words are stronger than they are. Books even reappear after you destroy them. Man is ruled by the faceless Universal Ceiling makes Big Brother feel wimpy. What's more tortuous than losing your humanity? Find out by reading on. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText13287548345755538861">Butler has penned four other novels and is the editor of the literary blog HTMLGIANT</span>e.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="color: red;"><i>Mastermind: How to Think Like Sherlock Holmes</i> - Maria Konnikova</span> </span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span><b> </b></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span id="freeText8857083818906218158">Many of the Bookie's fanbase as mystery novel lovers so when this book hit the shelves we knew we had to give it a shout-out. Sherlock
Holmes deductive reasoning is the benchmark of analytical thought. Was his gift the trick of an author's pen or is it something systematic that any of us mere mortals in the real world can master?</span></span> <span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span id="freeText8857083818906218158">Konnikova hones her journalistic skills analyszing the concept of a brain attic, a place where we store and label data and builds strategies on how we too can be a mastermind. She is also a psychiatrist and is able to back up her theory with neuroscience. Insightful and informative (hunter's hat, magnifying glass, and pipe not included.)</span></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><i>Return of The Thin Man</i> - Dashiell Hammet, editor Richard Laymen </span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText9447196643740893768">Another classic of the who-dunnit is Dashiell Hammett's erasable Thin Man. Martinis were never more enjoyed or crimes more gracefully solved than by Nick and Nora. The novel was Hammet's biggest payday. The 1934 film was an even bigger hit and he was commisioned to kick out sequels that became "After the Thin Man" and "Another Thin Man".
They started as novellas first and finally we get to read them as prose not screenplay. This is a grand swan song from a true master in his field. Chill the shaker, add gin and bitters and enjoy reading. The stories are more than an appetizer, they are a main course.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Paper Valentine</i> - Brenna Yovanoff</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText5965112034337723234">Of all the authors weaving dark romances for young adults Yovanoff has the most Gothic heart. Her tales of doomed misfits, like Mackie in her novel <i>The Replacements</i>, pluck at the heartstrings while they gnaw at the gut. The key is that she draws real teens first then allows the macabre world to cast shadows over them and again she tops herself with this tale of Hannah, a girl who mourns the death of her best friend who know haunts her. All she wants is normal but that will never be until she makes things right and brings her BFF's killer to justice. Yes, tale's been told many times before but read through the author's style, the literary equivalent of charcoal drawings, the story seeps in to your own fears.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Wrap-Up List</i> - Steven Arntson</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText17510639528281358369">How's this for a new way to approach the <span style="font-size: small;">apocalypse? </span>In the distopian future just around the corner your mortality will be announced to you by eight foot grey reapers called Deaths<span style="font-size: small;">. Once your days are numbered you have to <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">scurry</span> to fulfill your personal bucket list before you kick it. The novel is both spooky and sentimental as we follow teenager Gabriela as she re<span style="font-size: small;">ceives her <span style="font-size: small;">letter and she is forced to jump start her emotional life. First crush, friends, family and in the end, the meaning of life are all met head on as the sickle nears.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Hokey Pokey</i> - Jerry Spinelli</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span>Spinelli is one of the most recoginized authors of children's chapter books but it has been a while since his last book. It was worth the wait for he returns at the top of his form delivering a fantastic fable of a town called </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText12026275536861389457">Hokey Pokey, where childhood is captured in all of its innoscent perfection. Ride a bike, climb a tree, have an adventure. There are no adults, its a young child's vision of heaven. There are almost no rules in Hokey Pokey... almost. A young girl steals the bike of jack, one of the older children in town. A rule is broken and what was once bliss veers into chaos. In the distance they hear a train, nearing, but that can't be. There are no trains there. so it begins.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Chu's Day - </i>Neil Gaiman, illus. Adam Rex</span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(CHILDREN STORYBOOK) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeTextContainer9565871023854415927">Neil Gaimen, yes, THE Neil Gaimen. Yes, he did win the Newbury Award for <i>The Graveyard Shift</i> which was an independent reader novel BUT it did have a knife-wielding socio-path hunting down an orphan ch<span style="font-size: small;">ild. So what horrible things happen in this book for toddlers you may ask? A sneeze. No knives, no boogeymen. Chu is a rolly-pilly, cute as all get-out panda who can sneeze like nobodies business and everything seems to make him do so, books, diners, the circus... I bet you can see the p<span style="font-size: small;">unchline co<span style="font-size: small;">ming... Ahhhh-Chu!</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Welcome to year 2 of the Best Book Bets as chosen by the ubiquitous Literary Bookie. Each week we provide concise recommendations based on analysis of the publishing market, consensus of reviewers and the Bookie's insight into authors and, of course, the Bookie's "gut" feeling, and above all else, the books themselves. Sign up for weekly e-mail reminders (only 1 post a week and the Bookie only shares his hunches, never names) Coming out of the gate we have some goodies to add to your "to be read" book pile.</span></b></i></span><i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The Folly of the World - Jesse Bullington</span></b></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span> It seems that distopian fiction has become all the rage every since Cormac McCarthy's <i>The Road</i>. Here we have a fantastic tale of the end of days that takes place in... 1421? Holland's low countries are devastated by the raging sea in essence destroying the world as they know it. Opportunity and survival lead the hand of both con men and locals as they attempt to wallow in the desolation. I especially like the feral girl who is more equipt to persevere than those with all their faculties. It is a battle of society at its worst and at its most brave that is hauntingly described and meticulasly researched. A great adventure to start the new year giving thanks.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Finding Camlann</i> - Sean Pidgeon</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span>Anyone with a love for sword and sorcery caught the bug when they first read Mallory's tales of King Arthur, his knights, and the mythical Camelot. Here is paydirt, a detective story for the fantasy loving bibliophile. A Welsh poem is unearthed providing new eveidence that King Arthur indeed walked the moors and entices literary scholars and archeologists alike. What follows is a celebration of research and revelation as the characters follow their hearts as well as their intellectual curiosity as they strive to prove the legend real. The intricacies of the splendid storytelling is an homage to the great tale tellers of yore as the archeologist Donald Gladstone teams up with Julia Llewllyn, a linguist shares passions for their crafts and each other. As intricate as a Dan Brown novel but fueled more by heart than by curiosity.</span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Life! Death! Prizes!</i> - Stephen Ma</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Last Runaway</i> - Tracy Chevalier</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Truth In Advertising</i> - John Kenney</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span>This sharp debut novel will move you and make you laugh. You might be able to succeed in business without really trying but Finbar Dolan begins to realize that it doesn't apply to life. He pulled himself by his bootstaps, left his meager beginnings in Boston behind to become the top of his field. As a super bowl commercial account's deadline approaches his personal life begins tWith a strong sense of humor and pointy irony, Finbar has to come to terms with what is truly important in his life. Its all about life, family life, love life, business life. Oh, let us not forget, its alot about diapers.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Little Wolves</i> - Thomas Maltman</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span>This novel has the same unsettling tone as Daniel Woodrell's <i>Winter's Bone</i> as it scours the prarie of Minnesota trying to unearth the truth behind the vicious murder committed by the son of the town's pastor. It is much more than your conventional rural mystery, it delves into the mythos such events evoke, a tone, possibly a fate, its people can't overcome. Using the pastor's wife's knowledge of folklore and mythology the author paints the impact of such lurid events in broad epic strokes. This is a mystery novel that would be more appropriately placed in the literature section of your bookstore.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><i>Bad Pharma: How Drug Companies Mislead Doctors and Harm Patients</i> - Ben Goldacre </span></span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH)</span></b></span></span>Have you read <i>Stiff</i>? Hop about <i>Spook</i>? You must have read <i>Bonk</i>. Yes? Then you will freak out over this author's latest entry in his catalog of crazy, creepy nonfiction science books. This time he pulls the veil from the pharmaceutical industry revealing it in all its greed based ineptitude. He shows us with countless evidence how impossible it is to fix the health care industry when it is run by the drug makers. Even the education of our health care professionals is funded by them and the thoroughness of their education is on a need to know basis. Dr. Goldacre gives us all the gory details with an entertaining presentation. His forensic obsessions will make you question everything you thought you knew about health care and will fill you with caution next time you reach for a bottle of pills.</span></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Dude and the Zen Master</i> - Jeff Bridges , Bernie Glassman </span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(NON-FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span>The world according to The Big Lebowski. 'nuff said? It has been noted that the lead character of that Coen brothers comedy was indeed a zen master. Here's a book that delves into Bridge's inspiration that made every line sound like a parable. It is equal part meditation and chuckle-fest as the actor and his guru friend meander about Buddhism, the connectivity of all things and the joyful joke of this thing called life. Be in the moment, even in hard times, find your smile, except your place in the punch line, and above all else, let your inner Dude abide. </span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Peanut</i> - Ayun Halliday</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span>What if you don't stand out? What if you have had it being part of the wallpaper? In the case of Sadie, you pretend to have an allergy. A lie as broad as that is hard to keep up in a world where peanuts are, like, everywhere. The novelist is the hippest mommy in the business; a world traveller that gave us the hysterical <i>Don't Touch Monkey</i> and the alterna-mom memoir <i>The Big Rumpus</i>. She uses her humorous writing style to deliver a novel that is smart enough for adults and snarky enough for teens this novel is equal parts tragic and comic this coming-of-age tale rings true in its pathetic desperation to be somebody, anybody, even a person who's kryptonite is lagumes.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>Dead and Buried</i> - Kim Harrington</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(YOUNG ADULT/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span>Its a real joy when you see a novelist write to her potential. Harrington always had the goods. Her <i>Clarity</i> series for the YA paranormal romancers out there and her Nancy Drew inspired <i>Sleuth or Dare</i> chapter books mysteries of Darcy and Nora </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">are written in a nonthreatening narrative style that reflects her audience.</span> She again tells a tale with the voice of her readers in this stand alone but this time combines her talents with a classic Gothic haunted house vibe and the strength of her writing soars. The problems of being a new girl at school fade in comparison to being visited by the restless soul of a murdered girl who seeks to avenge her death. The parallels of the two girls situations, both wanting to move on, be it in life or in afterlife gives the story a deep resonnence that reflects the teen wallflower. Did I mention that Jade's encounters and subsequent investigation is creepy as all get out?</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>They Call Me a Hero: A Memoir of My Youth</i> - Daniel Hernandez with usan Goldman Rubin</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER NON-FICTION/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span>I can't think of a more timely memior for kids in the aftermath of the tragedy in Newtown. Daniel was by the side of Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords and is credited with helping save her life. He doesn't see it that way. He wasn't a hero, he just did what needed to be done. Its his selfless perspective that rises in this inspiring memoir. We follow him through his life, the moments that led him to the tragic events and his work since that fateful day. It is as much about caring on after such events as it is about his brush with fate. Daniel says that, "Heroes are people who spend a lifetime committed to helping others.” If that's the case he is well on the way and by telling his story he hopefully will inspire a legion of heroes.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i>The Terrible Thing That Happened to Barnaby Brocket</i> - John Boyne, illus. by Oliver Jeffers</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span id="freeText4232103629832222211"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">(INDEPENDENT READER/CLOTH) </span></b></span></span></span></span></span></span>Don't all tweens feel <i>different</i>? They all will then relate to Barnaby, an 8-year-old boy who floats. That's right, the laws of gravity are not for him. His family wishes he was just like everybody else but Barnaby is just, well, Barnaby the floating boy. Then, you guessed it, its time for a whirlwind (literally) adventure around the globe and beyond where he eventually discovers himself in all his uniqueness. The novel's quirky approach to individuality is refreshing and makes for a satisfying read for tweens everywhere. Normal is sooo over-rated!</span><br />
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