<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129</id><updated>2012-01-20T15:27:13.135-05:00</updated><category term='children&apos;s Ethiopia fairy-tale'/><category term='children&apos;s wolf loneliness'/><category term='Paris 19thCentury art'/><category term='children&apos;s Hungary'/><category term='youngadult cindarella China'/><category term='self-discovery'/><category term='Librarianship non-fiction NYPL'/><category term='Jews WorldWarII Hungary historical'/><category term='WorldWarII Jews Germany historical youngadult'/><category term='art artists'/><category term='youngadult art'/><category term='historical fiction'/><category term='Denmark'/><category term='historical mystery 1930&apos;s England WWI'/><category term='Ireland fiction'/><category term='romance Italy food'/><category term='historical Civil-War abolition'/><category term='Afghanistan'/><category term='Berlin'/><category term='children&apos;s'/><category term='Chinese-Americans graphic-novel'/><category term='art'/><category term='youngadult death love'/><category term='mystery Sweden'/><category term='India women sex-slavery'/><category term='Madagascar'/><category term='historical mystery British India'/><category term='black-history biology'/><category term='elderly'/><category term='historicalfiction art Tiffany stained-glass'/><category term='romance connecticut weddings'/><category term='youngadult England castles'/><category term='Paris Art'/><category term='World War II'/><category term='youngadult fantasy greek-mythology'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='historicalfiction 19thcentury Turkey Istanbul'/><category term='historical fiction 18th-century Russia Denmark Peter-the-Great'/><category term='fable'/><category term='youngadult fantasy'/><category term='fairy-tale Estonia'/><category term='first-ladies historical'/><category term='Charleston'/><category term='Paris 1920&apos;s 1930&apos;s ArtDeco'/><category term='historical Haiti NewOrleans slavery'/><category term='Latvia mystery'/><category term='science-fiction'/><category term='stained-glass Tiffany'/><category term='youngadult'/><category term='historical fiction 16th century women'/><category term='romance virginia'/><category term='dinosaurs'/><category term='stephanie-plum mystery humor'/><category term='mystery 1950&apos;s England'/><category term='LosAngeles'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='historicalfiction China Chinese immigrants WWII'/><category term='note'/><category term='Art historicalfiction Paris Belgium tapestries'/><category term='Africa Nigeria England immigration asylum'/><category term='historical mystery 1920&apos;s England WWI'/><category term='youngadult fanasy'/><category term='Mars'/><category term='comics libraries unshelved'/><category term='Paris Hemingway'/><category term='art artists Latvian'/><category term='romance London'/><category term='witches'/><category term='thriller'/><category term='spirituality'/><category term='mythology'/><category term='historical 15th-century books food Venice'/><category term='Chihuly'/><category term='crime novel Sweden'/><category term='gay SanFrancisco'/><category term='youngadule magic England'/><category term='Latvian folk-costume'/><category term='fantasy fairy-tale'/><category term='thriller WashingtonDC'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Japan'/><category term='play'/><category term='witches vampires'/><category term='historicalfiction France'/><category term='historical England'/><category term='King Arthur'/><category term='Russia'/><category term='mystery  books SanFrancisco'/><category term='mystery Maine'/><category term='realityTV'/><category term='Alaska'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>Maira's Books</title><subtitle type='html'>In the last few years I have gotten back into reading (and listening to) books, and I am afraid I will forget many of them, so I started a record of books I’ve read in January of 2005.  I have enjoyed passing my books on to friends or recommending books to read, so I decided to start my own blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>438</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-807808307973159351</id><published>2012-01-20T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:27:13.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Rat Told Me by Marie Sellier, et. al (2008)</title><content type='html'>Subtitle: A Legend of the Chinese Zodiac. Other authors: Catherine Louis, Wang Fei. Just a fun oversize kids book on the Chinese Zodiac. Liked the red and black illustrations, gave a bit of a characterization of each animal. I learned that I was actually born in the year of the horse - actually the last day of the year of the horse. I always thought that I was born a sheep. I would rather have: a "spirit of adventure, for better or worse" than to "reign in peace, love, and beauty."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-807808307973159351?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/807808307973159351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=807808307973159351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/807808307973159351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/807808307973159351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-rat-told-me-by-marie-sellier-et-al.html' title='What the Rat Told Me by Marie Sellier, et. al (2008)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6343843531334852841</id><published>2012-01-19T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:54:24.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Embrace by Sherrilyn Kenyon (2003)</title><content type='html'>Tried this paranormal romance from the Dark Hunter series and this will be the last one I read. I almost didn't complete it, but it never was the right time to stop at the audio store to switch it out, so I made it to the end. Talon was a Celtic warrior, who sold his soul for revenge when all of those he loved were destroyed, so he became a dark hunter who hunts demons. 1500 years later he is in New Orleans, where he meets Sunshine, a free spirited artist, who is the key to breaking his spell from the past. I liked the New Orleans setting, which got into favorite haunts of the city, but also took us out to the bayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not fond of vampires, and though Talon and his ilk were not vampires, they were similar creatures of the night that I don't much care for. I did not like the whole dark hunter - demon world. I don't mind some magic, witches that may have more than the Wiccan connection to the earth, but this didn't make any sense to me. And then the old gods interfering. I guess the only interesting premise of this book is that if gods (Greek, Roman, Celtic, etc.) are immortal, then they should still be around today, even though no one really worships them anymore. If they were misbehaved way back when, then it is not surprising that they continue to misbehave and play games with humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to say that I didn't care for the abundance and repetition of sex scenes. Maybe it just didn't work for me listening to this book in the car, but there were just too many times I said, "Oh, not again!" I didn't think they were written well either. Maybe it is just considered female erotica. Nora Roberts does it better - she paces it well and leaves a bit to your imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6343843531334852841?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6343843531334852841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6343843531334852841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6343843531334852841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6343843531334852841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-embrace-by-sherrilyn-kenyon-2003.html' title='Night Embrace by Sherrilyn Kenyon (2003)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6129504845333135887</id><published>2012-01-02T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T13:05:38.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World War II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Olympics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Bliss, Remembered by Frank Deford (2011)</title><content type='html'>What a great way to start the new reading year! This was a Christmas gift from a colleague. She knows I like historical fiction, and this was a good one. this is the story of one American girl, who goes to the 1936 Olympics in Berlin as a swimmer and falls in love with a German boy. Sounds simple, but it is not. First, I liked the detailed description of the depression in the U.S. and this girl - Sydney - starts intensely swimming in the river off the Chesapeake Bay (on the Eastern Shore), when her father dies. She sorta stumbles into swimming, but turns out she is very good, and with some coaching becomes one of the best back stroke swimmers in the U.S. Sydney (our fictional character) is befriended by Eleanor Holm (a real historical swimming champ.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney ends up in Berlin with the U.S. swim team and we now get a close description of the Olympics in Berlin, including a meeting with Hitler and Goebbels. We also meet Leni Riefenstahl, Hitler's film director, who did all sorts of innovative things to film the Olympics. My interest in the Berlin Olympics is great, as my father attended those with the Latvian delegation. He wasn't one of the athletes, but Hitler had invited men who organized athletic activities in their home towns to come to Berlin a week before the Olympics for a conference of sorts on encouraging athletics. My father was active in his town of Valka. He ended up marching past Hitler in the opening ceremonies. I also am trying to understand what Germany was like before the war broke out, and how people viewed them. They put on a great show, a positive propoganda blitz, but as the author points out, the signs were there. I also was not aware that the 1940 Olympics were planned for Japan. How ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is well told, so I don't want to spoil anything for other readers, but Sydney does return home, trains for the next Olympics, writes to her love in Germany, but the war gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The format of the book is interesting, as Sydney tells her story to her son in the last months of her life. The son has come to help his mother out, as she is ill, and they watch the summer Olympics in Athens on TV, and she tells him her story. At times this subplot got in the way a bit, but at others it gave some relief from the intensity of the main story. I loved the spunk of the elder Sydney, as she shocked her not too young son with too much information at times, and as she used outdated phrases, and often commented on them. &lt;i&gt;Swell&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;coffin nail &lt;/i&gt;(cigarette), &lt;i&gt;unmentionables&lt;/i&gt; (underwear) and then trying out today's terms, like &lt;i&gt;whack&lt;/i&gt;. To avoid having all of the story told in this mode, she had written up her story and gave it to her son midway, so we get the written form of much of the tale after Germany. This moved the story along more quickly, though it too was interspersed with the son's thoughts and comments. The last part of the story Sydney again narrates to her son. Surprising, heart-warming, intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the acknowledgements the author states that he actually met Eleanor Holm and Leni Riefenstahl as old women, but he could see how amazing they were. He also explains that he has kept to historical fact as much as possible and just inserted his character Sydney in actual events. Definite winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6129504845333135887?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6129504845333135887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6129504845333135887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6129504845333135887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6129504845333135887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/bliss-remembered-by-frank-deford-2011.html' title='Bliss, Remembered by Frank Deford (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4429548153023962941</id><published>2011-12-30T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:31:28.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 in Review</title><content type='html'>Another good year for reading books. Thank goodness for audio books, or I would never find the time to go through the five books per month that I continue to average. OK, nine of them were kids books, but I always include those in my numbers. My favorite genre continues to be historical fiction, though looks like I only read seven of those this year. Thirteen of the books were non-fiction, a good thing, as my goal was to read more non-fiction. The most powerful one of those was &lt;i&gt;Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks&lt;/i&gt; and I also continue to follow Thomas Friedman with his latest - &lt;i&gt;That Used to be Us&lt;/i&gt;. I am happy to say I only read four Nora Roberts or J.D. Robb books this year, and a couple of Baldacci ones. Among my favorite authors, Geraldine Brooks came out with&lt;i&gt; Caleb's Crossing&lt;/i&gt;, Ann Patchett with &lt;i&gt;State of Wonder&lt;/i&gt;, and Susan Vreeland with &lt;i&gt;Clara and Mr. Tiffany&lt;/i&gt;. All of them made my best of the year list, but only &lt;i&gt;Clara&lt;/i&gt; was on my best of the best list. I also returned to Clarissa Pinkola Estes, but she no longer spoke to me as she once did. I discovered local author Bonnie Jo Campbell and Brazilian author Paulo Coelho, and want to read more from both of them. I was on a Paris kick after visiting the city recently, plus I was helping a friend do research on Paris of the 30's, so I read about five books about Paris.&amp;nbsp; One of my other goals was to read more classics, non-contemporary books. Well, I read Walpole's &lt;i&gt;Hieroglyphic Tales&lt;/i&gt; from 1785, an Edgar Rice Burroughs SF book from 1917, Hemingway's &lt;i&gt;Sun Also Rises&lt;/i&gt; from 1926, and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn from 1943. Otherwise 17 books were from this year, 26 from 2000-10, 10 from the 1990's and one 1978. Looks like none were from the BBC 100 list, but there is always next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4429548153023962941?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4429548153023962941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4429548153023962941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4429548153023962941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4429548153023962941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-in-review.html' title='2011 in Review'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6808743547118626095</id><published>2011-12-30T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:55:57.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Salvage by Bonnie Jo Campbell (2009)</title><content type='html'>I bought this National Book Award book at a book signing by local author Bonnie Jo Campbell.&amp;nbsp; After I read her &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-upon-river-by-bonnie-jo-campbell.html"&gt;Once Upon a River&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and wrote it up in this blog, I received a comment from her thanking me for my review. I replied and found she was doing a book signing a few weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to comment on a book of short storie, as I might react to each one differently. Though these stories are not tied together, they could be, as they all reflect that part of rural Michigan that works hard, loves, hates, but finds it hard to prosper or to maintain healthy relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Family Reunion is the story that becomes the starting point for &lt;i&gt;Once Upon a River&lt;/i&gt;. "Winter Life" is about two couples, where all four people probably married the wrong person. "Bringing Belle Home" was heart-wrenching story of two people - each with his own addiction, loving each other, but unable to make it work. "Storm Warning" starts with a boating accident. "Fuel for the Millennium" reminds me of the survivalists I have met, and "Boar Taint" tells of a woman who has studied agriculture in Ann Arbor, but finds it hard to make her ideas work on a real farm. Many of the stories ended in quiet despair, though a few, like the last one did end on a hopeful note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep wondering how Bonnie Jo can describe these characters so well, what kind of world she lives in, but then I remember being drawn to people like she describes when I was living in rural Southeastern Ohio. Strider comes to mind as one I got to know quite well, and whose life could easily make a story in this book. Maybe I should write up their stories some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6808743547118626095?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6808743547118626095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6808743547118626095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6808743547118626095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6808743547118626095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/american-salvage-by-bonnie-jo-campbell.html' title='American Salvage by Bonnie Jo Campbell (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6244304712857334181</id><published>2011-12-25T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:53:19.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith (1943)</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful holiday treat full of human tenacity, striving for something better. This book was on the employee favorites shelf at the audio book store. I had heard the title, so I looked it up in my blog and found that I had answered a reference question about it and it was in the list of books read by the women's group in Lorna Landvik's &lt;a href="http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Angry Housewives Eating Bon Bons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I understand that there is a revival in the popularity of this book, as it is being read by book clubs and in high schools. Well deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mostly Francie Nolan's story - we see her growing up in Brooklyn from being 10 in 1912 to&amp;nbsp; being 17 with plenty of back stories of her family and other folks in the neighborhood. Her grandparents were immigrants and illiterate, but understood the power of an education. Their oldest daughter never learned to read, as they were not aware that schools were available for free. The other two daughters were sent to grade school. When Francie was born, her mother Katie asked her mother what to do about raising a child, and her mother answered to read one page from the Bible to the child every day, and one page from Shakespeare. When Francie's younger brother Neely reluctantly went to high school, he had heard Julius Caesar so many times, that it was a breeze for him. Francie read lots of books from the library, even if the librarian never looked up at her. I guess librarians weren't always service oriented. She educated herself, found herself a better school, helped the family by gathering junk and reselling it, and taking a job, when she would rather have gone to high school. It was interesting to watch her slowly leave the family fold and start socializing. Her mother Katie is an amazing character, as is her father Johnny - a singer with too much of a taste for alcohol, but very fairly treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is so rich with details of the social, economic, educational, political life of Brooklyn in the early 1900's. Obviously this comes from personal experience, as the author was born just five years before her heroine, and from the short biography I read, has intertwined her own life with Francie's. I know there is something special about Brooklyn - my cousin's daughter is a recent immigrant and lives in Astoria - another close knit Brooklyn community north of Williamsburg depicted in this book. I had friends from Brooklyn as I grew up, and a lot of Latvian events happened in Brooklyn in my early childhood, before people started dispersing further into the suburbs. I was confirmed in Brooklyn at the church the Latvians rented for years from the Swedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories were touching, so much the story of all immigrants to the U.S.&amp;nbsp; On Christmas Eve I read to my guests the story of Francie and Neely trying for one of the throw away Christmas trees. It would be great to continue this tradition of finding a great passage about Christmas, from books I have been reading, to read at Christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6244304712857334181?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6244304712857334181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6244304712857334181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6244304712857334181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6244304712857334181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/tree-grows-in-brooklyn-by-betty-smith.html' title='A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith (1943)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8781274431895550586</id><published>2011-12-10T09:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T11:00:58.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderstruck by Brian Selznick (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GFfItvpuQo/TuOCMFYBx3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/yc2f_UXsfDI/s1600/Wonderstruck.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GFfItvpuQo/TuOCMFYBx3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/yc2f_UXsfDI/s200/Wonderstruck.jpeg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OK, I've found the book to give my goddaughter for Christmas. I just went to see the movie &lt;i&gt;Hugo&lt;/i&gt;, which reminded me how wonderful the book &lt;i&gt;The Invention of Hugo Cabret&lt;/i&gt; was. The movie was great too, but the story it is based on had to be phenomenal to begin with, full of history, plus I had forgotten that it was set in Paris (this year's theme.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wonderstruck&lt;/i&gt; is again half text and half illustrations - Ben's story is told mostly in text and Rose's story is all in images until their stories meet. Technically it is more illustrations as it takes more pages of illustrations to tell the story, so it will be 2-4 pages of text, then 6-10 pages of illustrations - these charcoal drawings, often moody, but so expressive, from various angles, zooming in on a detail like a movie might do. It all adds up to another wonderful hefty book at 637 pages, but can be read quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has lost his mother and lives with his relatives on Gunflint Lake in Minnesota in 1977. He is deaf in one ear and likes to collect things. One stormy night he goes to his old house and starts looking for his past, maybe some clue to the identity of his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose is a young deaf girl in Hoboken, NJ of 1927. She keeps a scrapbook of her mother, a famous actress that has left them. Rose is lonely, wants to run away, and likes to build models of New York City's tall buildings that she can see from her window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously these two stories will get intertwined in some way, but I don't want to spoil the adventure for the next reader. I will just mention just a few things that struck a cord with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like places like Gunflint Lake in northern Minnesota, on the border with Canada. There actually is a Gunflint Lodge and I put that in a place for notes on good travel suggestions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I remember collecting things, especially from nature. My cousin had a whole tiny room full of them, and I started up again when I had a son to raise. I have now confined my nature collection mostly to one small case in the TV room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Selznick is obviously interested in the history of cinema - we get another glimpse, this time the move from silent to talkie movies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love museums, but nowadays it is mostly art and historical. I was more fascinated with natural history museums in childhood. I know we went to the American Museum of Natural History in NYC when I was a kid, maybe even as a field trip from school. I have always loved dioramas - I fantasized about making them myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I liked that Ben's mom was a librarian and that another character runs a bookstore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was at the 1964 World's Fair, but don't seem to remember the Panorama of NYC - it still exists and another thing I can put on my list of things to see when I travel. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I liked being reminded about the deaf world. I am somewhat aware, having a deaf family friend when I was little and working with deaf a bit in my State Hospital job in Ohio many years ago. Just have not run into Deaf culture lately. Liked how Selznick had researched it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am always amazed when a fiction book has references - I wish more did, as I know authors have to do research to come up with the settings and historical background. Selznick has a lengthy acknowledgments section that explains his research process, and then a solid list of references.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now just have to wait for this to come out as a movie too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8781274431895550586?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8781274431895550586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8781274431895550586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8781274431895550586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8781274431895550586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/wonderstruck-by-brian-selznick-2011.html' title='Wonderstruck by Brian Selznick (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GFfItvpuQo/TuOCMFYBx3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/yc2f_UXsfDI/s72-c/Wonderstruck.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4801092754720289570</id><published>2011-12-08T08:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:04:12.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S4-v4jVEJU/TuDDz7bd-QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-F_LcJ_Kk74/s1600/American+Heiress.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S4-v4jVEJU/TuDDz7bd-QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-F_LcJ_Kk74/s200/American+Heiress.jpeg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I like period novels and this was set in the 1890's in the world of the rich in Newport, RI and New York and in England - in London and a country estate. I was not thrilled to be reading about the fictional richest heiress in the U.S. of her time, but Cora Cash, the lead character was spunky and endearing, even if spoiled. It was an interesting concept, that Cora's mother felt she needed to buy her daughter "class," by marrying her off to a titled duke in England. And the duke was happy to marry a rich heiress to infuse his estate with much needed cash. There were moments when this book felt a bit like a regency romance, but one of those would end with the wedding. This book showed the realities of living together and getting to know each other, each other's past histories, which make life complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was also richer with period detail - maybe not quite as detailed as Philippa Gregory's books about England, but it had enough about the clothing, architecture, travel, social structure, servants' world. There was a moment when I imagined the author as a girl playing dress-up with her dolls, as she described all these luxurious gowns worn by Cora. I keep wondering how they packed, stored and transported these massive gowns. The complexities of entertaining royalty were shown, and I believe exist to this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters were not one dimensional. Cora is well educated and surprisingly strong after living under the tyranny of her mother. Maybe that is why she can usually take care of her husband's double duchess mother. Her husband Ivo,&amp;nbsp; Duke of Wareham, is complex, moody, though seems to really be in love with Cora, but with a past that haunts him. The two mothers were stereotypically nasty. Cora and Ivo both have past romances that play their roles. Bertha was Cora's maid that she brings with her from the U.S. and is her only familiar from home. I like the subplot about Bertha and her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4801092754720289570?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4801092754720289570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4801092754720289570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4801092754720289570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4801092754720289570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/american-heiress-by-daisy-goodwin-2010.html' title='American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3S4-v4jVEJU/TuDDz7bd-QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/-F_LcJ_Kk74/s72-c/American+Heiress.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2507300265732863593</id><published>2011-12-05T20:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:16:09.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy of a Thousand Faces by Brian Selznick (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXAIKKtAP-A/TuDEdKXvziI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ct6Cpf1qAKo/s1600/Boy+of+1000+faces.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXAIKKtAP-A/TuDEdKXvziI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ct6Cpf1qAKo/s1600/Boy+of+1000+faces.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The movie Hugo has come out, so it is time I read more of Brian Selznick's books. This was a short one about a boy who loves old monster movies and likes to dress up, make-up his face into a monster and then take pictures of himself. And then a monster shows up in town...&amp;nbsp; Wonderfully illustrated, as was &lt;a href="http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/search?q=hugo"&gt;The Invention of Hugo Cabret&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book I learned about Lon Chaney, a movie star that played the Hunchback of Notre Dame, the Phantom of the Opera and more. I also vaguely remember that there was a series of postage stamps with this actor as well as other movie monsters like Dracula and Frankenstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2507300265732863593?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2507300265732863593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2507300265732863593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2507300265732863593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2507300265732863593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/12/boy-of-thousand-faces-by-brian-selznick.html' title='The Boy of a Thousand Faces by Brian Selznick (2000)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXAIKKtAP-A/TuDEdKXvziI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ct6Cpf1qAKo/s72-c/Boy+of+1000+faces.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2527973719116621754</id><published>2011-11-30T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:20:02.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sick Day for Amos McGee by Philip C. Stead (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSLJV3vOwGI/TtZJef2B1lI/AAAAAAAAANQ/atOK4IP4TkA/s1600/A-Sick-Day-for-Amos-McGee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSLJV3vOwGI/TtZJef2B1lI/AAAAAAAAANQ/atOK4IP4TkA/s200/A-Sick-Day-for-Amos-McGee.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I try to make sure I have read the latest Caldecott Medal winners, so this is the latest one. My first reaction was that it had such an old fashion look and feel, like picture books from my childhood - the pencil drawings with minimal color, the old fashion wood stove in the kitchen. An elderly man getting dressed for work in the zoo. The first thing that caught my eye was his little blue house squeezed between large apartment buildings. And then it started getting whimsical, as Amos does unusual things with his animal friends at the zoo, like racing with the tortoise. But when Amos got sick, I just had to start smiling, until there was a broad grin on my face at the end of the book. Well deserved award.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2527973719116621754?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2527973719116621754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2527973719116621754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2527973719116621754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2527973719116621754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick-day-for-amos-mcgee-by-philip-c.html' title='A sick Day for Amos McGee by Philip C. Stead (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hSLJV3vOwGI/TtZJef2B1lI/AAAAAAAAANQ/atOK4IP4TkA/s72-c/A-Sick-Day-for-Amos-McGee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-430237103772904486</id><published>2011-11-28T08:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:41:39.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a River by Bonnie Jo Campbell (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2734Ufeuow/TtO430djk6I/AAAAAAAAANI/1hYrGZXx53U/s1600/Once+Upon+a+River.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2734Ufeuow/TtO430djk6I/AAAAAAAAANI/1hYrGZXx53U/s200/Once+Upon+a+River.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was a random book by local author picked up at the Michigan Library Association Conference - wonderful choice. It has been ages since I have sat down in the morning with a book, and actually finished it by the end of the day - doing other things in between. The luxury of a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun to read about the local area and the Kalamazoo River. I even started driving out along the Kalamazoo River and was wondering where the tributary was, that was in the book, as there was a map at the front of the book. (I believe I have mentioned before how much I love maps in books, that help me place where things are happening.) But then I realized, that other than Kalamazoo and the Kalamazoo River, the rest of the places were fictional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story itself was engaging - about a modern day Annie Oakley - who had learned to live off the river and land from her grandfather, and was a crack shot. I once had fantasies about living off the land, but the concept of hunting has never appealed to me, and I have done very minimal fishing, and have never even gotten very far with growing my own vegetables, so obviously this was much more fantasy than reality. But it doesn't mean I can't appreciate and admire someone who can do these things, especially a young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margo Crane has a tough life, her father is the illegitimate son of Grandpa Murray of Murray Metal. Her mother deserted the family a year and a half before the story starts. She has a good relation with her aunt across the river from them and one of her cousins, but gets bullied by cousin Billy, and though her uncle Cal teaches her about shooting guns and hunting, that is not exactly a healthy relationship. Life gets complicated, and Billy ends up killing her father, when he thinks his father is in danger. Margo takes the boat her grandfather gave her and travels upriver and finds ways to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaimy Gordon, a National Book Award winning author at Western, said it very well on the cover of the book: "A lot of us, not only women, were looking for a fictional heroine who would be deeply good, brave as a wolverine, never a crybaby, as able as Sacagawea, with a strong and unapologetic sexuality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-430237103772904486?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/430237103772904486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=430237103772904486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/430237103772904486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/430237103772904486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-upon-river-by-bonnie-jo-campbell.html' title='Once Upon a River by Bonnie Jo Campbell (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y2734Ufeuow/TtO430djk6I/AAAAAAAAANI/1hYrGZXx53U/s72-c/Once+Upon+a+River.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1253303638929998600</id><published>2011-11-28T07:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:20:27.264-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russia'/><title type='text'>Aleph by Paulo Coelho (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BilzQydPPSI/TtZJiH_hlBI/AAAAAAAAANY/a9P2EaEPDjk/s1600/Aleph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BilzQydPPSI/TtZJiH_hlBI/AAAAAAAAANY/a9P2EaEPDjk/s200/Aleph.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looks like it was time to read something spiritual. This was just asking the right spiritual questions for me.&amp;nbsp; I liked that the author was Brazilian and that this had been translated from Portugese and that most of the book took place in Russia. I understand that the novel is autobiographical, that Coelho was suffering from a crisis of faith and took on a three month journey, with the last leg being a trans-Siberian train ride. His job as an author gave him the excuse and opportunity, as he traveled to talk to his readers and sign his books. He felt the need for self-rediscovery and had a wonderful wife who let him go to discover on his own, when she felt she was impeding this process, plus she had her own art to get back to. In Russia he meets a Turkish girl Hilal - a promising young violinist, who is determined to travel with him. They are deeply connected, which she knows from the beginning, but he takes a while to realize. They experience things together, which heal both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out they were connected in previous lives and had to resolve what had happened those many years ago. This was the hardest part to listen to, as those times were so incomprehensible, and my blood just starts to boil when I hear what is done in the name of God. I understand that people were doing what they thought was right, but with the incredible damage they did to their fellow humans, I keep wondering about their karma in my view of the world - or even in theirs. I would like to think they burned in hell for their pious deeds, or spent many life times resolving their crimes against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have neglected my spirituality for a while, but then remember everything we do, every choice we make has some spiritual consequences. I once spent more time thinking about spirituality, about whether I am being the best person I can be. Seems that life has become so busy, that I have forgotten to take time to focus on that. I love to travel myself, and feel truly alive when traveling - each trip gives me the opportunity to grow and connect. I have lived a free flow life in many ways, and have found it mostly fulfilling, and this book made a lot of sense to me. As was written in the Amazon review: "Some books are read. &lt;i&gt;Aleph &lt;/i&gt;is lived."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1253303638929998600?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1253303638929998600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1253303638929998600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1253303638929998600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1253303638929998600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/aleph-by-paulo-coelho-2011.html' title='Aleph by Paulo Coelho (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BilzQydPPSI/TtZJiH_hlBI/AAAAAAAAANY/a9P2EaEPDjk/s72-c/Aleph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-5089134334678710398</id><published>2011-11-16T19:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:20:47.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Used to be Us by Thomas L. Friedman &amp; Michael Mandelbaum (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4MHHkfCr3dA/TtZJjDsMyEI/AAAAAAAAANw/zE3isw4DyII/s1600/That+Used+to+be+Us.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4MHHkfCr3dA/TtZJjDsMyEI/AAAAAAAAANw/zE3isw4DyII/s200/That+Used+to+be+Us.JPG" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Friedman is probably the only non-fiction author, whose latest books I try to make sure and read. He didn't disappoint. Maybe a bit wordy, otherwise I would really have my son read his books, but his analysis of the economic world we live in makes sense. He has co-authored this book with Mandelbaum, and they say they would start discussing the world and end up talking about what is not working in the U.S. So this is a continuation of &lt;i&gt;The World is Flat&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Hot, Flat and Crowded&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;These two guys believe that the U.S. can be great once again, if it gets back to the ways that made it great - full of innovators, but those need a better education, a better infrastructure, more research, we need to get away from our dependence on oil from other countries (very strong focus on alternative energies and dealing with global warming), and straighten out politics (including revamping regulations - weeding old, impractical ones, strengthening others to control excesses), oh and immigration, since so much of what has been innovative in the U.S. has come from bright, hard working immigrants. I am not going back to the book or other reviews on purpose. I want to see what stuck in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A couple of surprising things - they explained that unions may shoot themselves in the foot and be the cause of jobs going overseas. They had a great example of a manufacturer in Buffalo, who is the oldest continual manufacturer in the city, and how the owners worked with the unions to make sure the jobs did stay local, but it was a lot of give and take from both sides. Having gone through our contract negotiations this summer ourselves, I am aware of some of the issues, and at times did not agree with the union's approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The other thing that Friedman and Mendelbaum explained were the problems with Republicans and Democrats, and that one cannot promise to continually cut taxes (these Mideast wars are the first the U.S. has fought without raising taxes and duh, we now have an incredible debt). I loved it that they called the W. Bush years the "Terrible Two's". But the democrats can't keep promising to never cut any programs or benefits. Looks like Social security and Medicare both need some trimming, so there would be enough when I get around to using them. But these are sacred cows and the AARP has a strong lobby. I don't think I will be spoiling the plot of the book if I say, that the final recommendation is to get a strong third party candidate to run for president in the next election and to tell it like it is. Not to win, that would be impossible, but to force the other two parties to work together and incorporate these centrist ideas that the people would support. He gave examples of Teddy Roosevelt (in 1912), George Wallace (1968) and Ross Perot (1992) influencing those who actually became presidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-5089134334678710398?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5089134334678710398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=5089134334678710398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5089134334678710398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5089134334678710398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/that-used-to-be-us-by-thomas-l-friedman.html' title='That Used to be Us by Thomas L. Friedman &amp; Michael Mandelbaum (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4MHHkfCr3dA/TtZJjDsMyEI/AAAAAAAAANw/zE3isw4DyII/s72-c/That+Used+to+be+Us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-142919162467448711</id><published>2011-11-06T18:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:24:17.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picnic in October by Eve Bunting (1999)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55IJq6IJ07s/TtZKjh_wvJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fqI_YN1_9zs/s1600/Picnic-in-October.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55IJq6IJ07s/TtZKjh_wvJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fqI_YN1_9zs/s200/Picnic-in-October.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last one of my relaxing with a kid's book today. Just grabbed this from a pile, knew Eve Bunting was one of the good children's book authors. A grandmother wants to celebrate her late October birthday every year at the Statue of Liberty. Nice mild immigration story, with the grandson wondering why it is so important for grandma to celebrate there, but by helping another young immigrant family he understands. Nice views of the ferry and statue itself. Turns out Eve Bunting came into that same harbor, as did my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-142919162467448711?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/142919162467448711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=142919162467448711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/142919162467448711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/142919162467448711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/picnic-in-october-by-eve-bunting-1999.html' title='A Picnic in October by Eve Bunting (1999)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55IJq6IJ07s/TtZKjh_wvJI/AAAAAAAAAOM/fqI_YN1_9zs/s72-c/Picnic-in-October.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1648322199783827329</id><published>2011-11-06T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:24:49.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can You Do with a Paleta? by Carmen Tafolla (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5PkaN050w4/TtZKh9S--GI/AAAAAAAAAOI/quGaQDCTrf0/s1600/What+can+you+do+with+a+paleta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5PkaN050w4/TtZKh9S--GI/AAAAAAAAAOI/quGaQDCTrf0/s200/What+can+you+do+with+a+paleta.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Illustrated by Magaly Morales. Beautiful, colorful children's picture book about a neighborhood in Mexico, where a man with a cart brings around paletas or Mexican popsicle sticks. Full of Mexican cultural references.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1648322199783827329?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1648322199783827329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1648322199783827329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1648322199783827329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1648322199783827329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/what-can-you-do-with-paleta-by-carmen.html' title='What Can You Do with a Paleta? by Carmen Tafolla (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m5PkaN050w4/TtZKh9S--GI/AAAAAAAAAOI/quGaQDCTrf0/s72-c/What+can+you+do+with+a+paleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6373361414651007799</id><published>2011-11-06T16:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:21:32.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-P8Wr80xC8/TtZJjCtXUcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f9STTgS69Z8/s1600/The-Language-of-Flowers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-P8Wr80xC8/TtZJjCtXUcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f9STTgS69Z8/s200/The-Language-of-Flowers.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was a very intriguing book with a different kind of heroine. This girl wandered the foster home and orphanage circuit, but did learn the language of flowers from one of her foster mothers. This is a language I know nothing about - except something about yellow roses not being a good thing to give someone. I really enjoyed following this woman's way to finding a way to make a living doing something she loves and does well - working with flowers, but also finding the right flowers for people and their situations. She also learns to relate to people and even open up for love - though excruciatingly slowly at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6373361414651007799?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6373361414651007799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6373361414651007799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6373361414651007799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6373361414651007799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/language-of-flowers-by-vanessa.html' title='Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-P8Wr80xC8/TtZJjCtXUcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/f9STTgS69Z8/s72-c/The-Language-of-Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2095864420863120974</id><published>2011-11-06T15:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:25:05.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Civility by Amor Towles (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzymrtbeYgE/TtZJi7hP8LI/AAAAAAAAANs/OzQRFIvSWtI/s1600/Rules-of-Civility.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzymrtbeYgE/TtZJi7hP8LI/AAAAAAAAANs/OzQRFIvSWtI/s200/Rules-of-Civility.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suggested by the audio book store as something another patron liked, who was also from New Jersey, and who seems to like the same kind of books I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City in 1938. Interesting setting and times. Katey, Eve, and Tinker are three friends that enjoy jazz clubs and hanging out. Katey and Eve work in low paying jobs available to females of the times, but aspire to more. Tinker moves in higher society circles. Katey is a really interesting character with a lot of drive and intelligence, working her way up, with a little help from friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title comes from a book by George Washington, where he lists 110 Rules of Civility, which Tinker seems to be following. At the end, the author lists all 110. Some were just etiquette and manners issues, but others seemed more like ways to ingratiate yourself with upper classes. I wasn't quite sure why this offended Katey so much. I also happened to watch a movie that had this same theme of where people weren't quite what they said they were while I was reading the book, so it seemed a bit too coincidental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2095864420863120974?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2095864420863120974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2095864420863120974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2095864420863120974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2095864420863120974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/rules-of-civility-by-amor-towles-2011.html' title='Rules of Civility by Amor Towles (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vzymrtbeYgE/TtZJi7hP8LI/AAAAAAAAANs/OzQRFIvSWtI/s72-c/Rules-of-Civility.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-5549105479006392407</id><published>2011-11-06T14:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:49:52.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skunkdog by Emily Jankins (2008)</title><content type='html'>I am tired, so I just grabbed a few kid's books to read. This one was very cute about a dog who did not have a sense of smell and who runs into a skunk. I totally remember the difficulty of getting skunk smell out of dog hair, and yes it took a lot of tomato juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-5549105479006392407?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5549105479006392407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=5549105479006392407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5549105479006392407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5549105479006392407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/skunkdog-by-emily-jankins-2008.html' title='Skunkdog by Emily Jankins (2008)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-474966400487377893</id><published>2011-10-04T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T10:35:37.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Know it All by A.J. Jacobs (2004)</title><content type='html'>Subtitle: &lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One man's humble quest to become the smartest person in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This journalist, who seems to take on experiments with himself, decided to spend a year reading the Encyclopedia Britannica. I could not handle this book straight through, so I would alternate a chapter of this with a few chapters or even a whole book of something else. I admired the idea itself, and wouldn't mind tackling this kind of project, but not in the short time frame Jacobs set for himself. Luckily this isn't a dry rehashing of what he learned while reading the Britannica, but told with humor, with many sidetracks exploring some aspect of what he has read or the process, and interspersed with his personal life - trying to conceive a baby with his wife, and trying to become the smartest man on earth. The latter attempts sometimes drove me nuts - I am not fond of that kind of delusion, but it was interesting to learn about Mensa and some other smart folk activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am sure I learned all sorts of things by Jacobs' retelling of what he learned (I am writing this months after I read the book), but I am not much for retaining distinct facts in my brain, and was surprised that the author thought he would retain them. What I did find fascinating was the story of what Britannica has chosen to put in its many volumes. Jacobs does discuss the evolution of the Britannica and encyclopedias in general, how articles have been rewritten over the years, and the complex structure of the Britannica itself - with the macro and micropedia parts. I love the Wikipedia, since it is evolving according to people's interests, so that music groups and movie stars have extensive entries. I would love to see how they plan the entries for the Britannica - "Well, we have to include all the Greek, Roman, Chinese, Japanese, Indian ancient gods. We have to balance entries between the various religions of the world today. Do we have or need every ruler of every country? How many of the kings and queens of England do we include with separate entries? Have we covered Africa, Australia, and South America enough? Do we have enough entries on women? In how much detail do we cover science, medicine, business concepts? How many plants and animals get their own entry?" Some things sounded very trivial and peripheral and not important in today's understanding of the world. How will the Britannica evolve in the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Tahoma,Arial,Helvetica; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As a reference librarian I think this book was fascinating, and I have to remember to recommend this to my colleagues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-474966400487377893?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/474966400487377893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=474966400487377893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/474966400487377893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/474966400487377893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/know-it-all-by-aj-jacobs-2004.html' title='Know it All by A.J. Jacobs (2004)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8802123916453369429</id><published>2011-09-12T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:31:03.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Wonder by Ann Patchett (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KGC483RRfs/Tm6kNE6kGdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wQ2_CDFTUYc/s1600/stateofwonder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KGC483RRfs/Tm6kNE6kGdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wQ2_CDFTUYc/s200/stateofwonder.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When two of my favorite authors come out with a new book the same year, it is time to celebrate. With Geraldine Brooks' &lt;i&gt;Caleb's Crossing&lt;/i&gt; and now Ann Patchett's &lt;i&gt;State of Wonder&lt;/i&gt;, I don't have to make choices about what to read, these will always be worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Without looking up how someone else has characterized Ann Patchett, it is hard for me to say what makes her so appealing. I've liked her from the first books of hers I read about terrorists in Peru holding a whole elaborate party hostage in &lt;i&gt;Bel Canto&lt;/i&gt; and the non-fiction story of her friendship with Lucy Grealy in &lt;i&gt;Truth and Beauty&lt;/i&gt;. I can't say that her books are earth shattering, but something about them appeals to me, their humanness, most of them are somewhat off the beaten path, the interactions in them are interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;State of Wonder&lt;/i&gt; is about Marina Singh, a doctor who left gynecology and went into pharmaceutical research is sent to the Amazon to find out what happened to a colleague that died of a fever down there, and how the research is going on a fertility drug her company is sponsoring. She has to face Dr. Anneck Swenson, her former professor, now a fanatic jungle researcher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know how to describe this book or to definitely say what it is really about, but I like the unique characters. Marina was complex with a focus on her career, but very human - the way she cared about her colleague and his wife, the clandestine love she has with her boss Mr. Fox, the way she got attached to the child in the forest, how the natives connected with her. Dr. Swanson was&amp;nbsp; very brilliant, dedicated, secretive, commanding, a bit unscrupulous, gets her way, but also became human as we learn about her past - someone that Katharine Hepburn would have played in a movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And then there was the Amazon as a character with its oppressive heat, insects, humidity and drenching rains, but at the same time, great beauty. I liked getting a closer feel for the place and for what it would take to develop new medicines from its wealth. But, I have to say that I am not drawn to visit the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;On Amazon.com (as opposed to the river) I found an interview of Patchett by Elizabeth Gilbert - another author I enjoy, and turns out they are great friends. I found out that Patchett had visited the Amazon to research this book, but liked it for about four days, the rest was not fun anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8802123916453369429?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8802123916453369429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8802123916453369429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8802123916453369429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8802123916453369429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/state-of-wonder-by-ann-patchett-2011.html' title='State of Wonder by Ann Patchett (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2KGC483RRfs/Tm6kNE6kGdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wQ2_CDFTUYc/s72-c/stateofwonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3328143682295961537</id><published>2011-09-12T19:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:31:31.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treachery in Death by J.D. Robb (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TshPiLHzkI/Tm6kWgtTgxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YDHwdpRstPM/s1600/treacheryindeath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TshPiLHzkI/Tm6kWgtTgxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YDHwdpRstPM/s200/treacheryindeath.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just needed something to keep me awake on a couple of night drives, and police Lt. Eve Dallas with her sidekick Peabody and computer wiz husband Roark manage to do this. Only (!) two deaths during the course of the book, lots of techno outmaneuvering. I like the maturing of Dallas' relationship with Roark, where they actually take a walk in the garden and talk about putting a fish pond. Peabody gets to be primary on one of the homicides, so she too is evolving. But this is after she overhears two cops discussing a deal of theirs that has gone sour. Eve takes on removing the corruption from the department. Somehow Roberts/Robb can never finish one of these books without Eve getting in a physical fight - this time a cat fight. Ah well, kept me from falling asleep at the wheel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3328143682295961537?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3328143682295961537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3328143682295961537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3328143682295961537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3328143682295961537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/treachery-in-death-by-jd-robb-2011.html' title='Treachery in Death by J.D. Robb (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0TshPiLHzkI/Tm6kWgtTgxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/YDHwdpRstPM/s72-c/treacheryindeath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-5587086681349771980</id><published>2011-08-31T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:52:45.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latvian folk-costume'/><title type='text'>The Latvian National Costume: A Guide for Families by Liena Kaugars (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5FVRN37vyA/Tl4uWBVubSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/701DCvV4rUI/s1600/Tautas+terpu+gramatas+vaks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5FVRN37vyA/Tl4uWBVubSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/701DCvV4rUI/s200/Tautas+terpu+gramatas+vaks.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Other title: Mūsu tautastērps: Ieteikumi valkāšanai. &lt;br /&gt;This book should have been published years ago. When I was growing up and we had all these discussions about how the Latvian folk costume should be worn. Wonderfully illustrated by Linda Treija, this book is in Latvian and English, providing guidelines for all the pieces of a Latvian costume that should or should not be worn. I like the simple suggestions for clothing children - it is unnecessary to gear them up in full blown national costume. The folk costumes differ greatly in the different regions of Latvia and many of these regional differences are portrayed in the book. If someone decides to make a costume, they will still need to look at other reference materials, but if someone is looking to buy one, this gives enough guidelines on what is needed. A folk costume is a major invenstment, and usually you have one in your adult life. My mother made my mine in 8th grade. I have obviously grown out of it and have little opportunity to wear one, but I did some fantasizing this month about making a new costume for myself - kind of a 10 year project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-5587086681349771980?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5587086681349771980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=5587086681349771980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5587086681349771980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5587086681349771980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/latvian-national-costume-guide-for.html' title='The Latvian National Costume: A Guide for Families by Liena Kaugars (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f5FVRN37vyA/Tl4uWBVubSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/701DCvV4rUI/s72-c/Tautas+terpu+gramatas+vaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-9172607271013943157</id><published>2011-08-31T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:41:07.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youngadult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realityTV'/><title type='text'>Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz6d8m3VPUQ/Tl4qMYOmcHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vN3QJbO-Txk/s1600/Mockingjay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz6d8m3VPUQ/Tl4qMYOmcHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vN3QJbO-Txk/s200/Mockingjay.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last of the &lt;i&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/i&gt; trilogy was great. I really like the main character Katniss Everdeen, a reluctant heroine, who seems to never do what people expect of her and spends a lot of time in this book recovering from various injuries and traumas. I am not going to try to retell the plot or even explain the alternative future world that Collins has created, just that it is a nice commentary on our world today and I understand why &lt;i&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/i&gt; gets chosen as a common read or discussion book. In the audio version there was an interview with the author at the end where she explained where she got her ideas. I had not picked up on all the green mythology this series is based on, but definitely her criticism of reality TV. Turns out that some of her ideas came when watching news scenes from the Iraq war juxtaposed with reality TV programs. Powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-9172607271013943157?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9172607271013943157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=9172607271013943157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/9172607271013943157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/9172607271013943157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/mockingjay-by-suzanne-collins-2010.html' title='Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dz6d8m3VPUQ/Tl4qMYOmcHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vN3QJbO-Txk/s72-c/Mockingjay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2543900981941384583</id><published>2011-08-31T08:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:54:43.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Hemingway'/><title type='text'>Paris Wife by Paula McLain (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGAJ_cQg1ZU/Tl4vC4yad4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/awzI2VDwuVo/s1600/Paris+Wife2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGAJ_cQg1ZU/Tl4vC4yad4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/awzI2VDwuVo/s200/Paris+Wife2.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Another incredible historical novel told in the voice of Hadley, Hemingway's first wife. They met in Chicago in 1920 and spent their short married years in Paris.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One of my favorite books of the year, but have to find time to describe it. Ended up reading Hemmingway's &lt;i&gt;Sun Also Rises&lt;/i&gt; because of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2543900981941384583?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2543900981941384583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2543900981941384583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2543900981941384583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2543900981941384583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/08/paris-wife-by-paula-mclain-2011.html' title='Paris Wife by Paula McLain (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGAJ_cQg1ZU/Tl4vC4yad4I/AAAAAAAAAMA/awzI2VDwuVo/s72-c/Paris+Wife2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1647050284233622656</id><published>2011-07-30T15:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:27:16.533-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historicalfiction China Chinese immigrants WWII'/><title type='text'>Shanghai Girls by Lisa See (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFonMAZj59w/Tl4olYnLSgI/AAAAAAAAALo/sIMKENsyj8U/s1600/Shanghai+Girls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFonMAZj59w/Tl4olYnLSgI/AAAAAAAAALo/sIMKENsyj8U/s200/Shanghai+Girls.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Few more pieces for my personal jigsaw puzzle of understanding the world. Mine is a four dimensional puzzle that not only covers places and people, but time. I now have a small glimpse into pre WWII Shanghai, the Paris of the East, a personalized view of the communist revolution in China, the Japanese - Chinese dynamic, Los Angeles in the 40's, America's historically confused understanding of immigration, Chinese and Chinese immigrants to the US, the world of Hollywood extras, family businesses and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Two sisters, May and Pearl are forced to flee Shanghai in 1937, when the Japanese invade and land in Los Angeles as arranged brides to two Chinese men. Their lives change drastically from ones of privilege and parties and modeling for beautiful girl calendars, through life threatening occurrences during the war, months on Angel island being interrogated and waiting to be allowed into the U.S., and then the hard work of making a life in a new country. See does a wonderful job of sharing their life stories with us - as told to us by Pearl, who doesn't always understand her more beautiful and flighty sister May, but loves her dearly. The experiences they share just bring them closer, and help them survive the totally strange world they are thrown into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Though I have never had a sister to live with and love, I get it - my mom had this love with her sister. They too were very different, like May and Pearl, and they too had lived through the horrors of war, losses of family and friends, of established lives, and had to build lives from scratch. My mother and aunt had the one advantage of being Caucasian, so slightly less prejudice against them. They too had their ethnic community as support. My aunt chose to use her husband's Italian community more than the Latvian one, but the same concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten that there is another book after this one, as I did feel I was left a bit hanging at the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1647050284233622656?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1647050284233622656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1647050284233622656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1647050284233622656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1647050284233622656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/shanghai-girls-by-lisa-see-2009.html' title='Shanghai Girls by Lisa See (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFonMAZj59w/Tl4olYnLSgI/AAAAAAAAALo/sIMKENsyj8U/s72-c/Shanghai+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-5745359295378969915</id><published>2011-07-24T12:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:28:00.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris 19thCentury art'/><title type='text'>The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris by David McCullough (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-xFKinfQ-0/Tl4ox150efI/AAAAAAAAALs/H6sTwWC_bGk/s1600/Greater+Journey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-xFKinfQ-0/Tl4ox150efI/AAAAAAAAALs/H6sTwWC_bGk/s200/Greater+Journey.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Paris theme continues. My audio bookstore owner suggested this for me and then I found out it was on NPR, best seller lists, etc. Non fiction is not as easy a read as a novel, but this was still gripping. I was listening to it and found I really, really wanted to reread some sections, so I went and bought the book. I was thrilled that the book responded to my need for images of the people and paintings described. I had already started looking some of them up on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historian McCullough looks at the Americans that went to Paris between 1830 and 1900, an earlier time&amp;nbsp; than I have been exploring, but still fascinating. This is a time after Ben Franklin and Jefferson, but Lafayette is still around and visited by various Americans. McCullough covers hundreds of people from all walks of life, but focuses the most on artists, writers and the "medicals." Only a few of the names were well known to me - P.T. Barnum (and Tom Thumb), Buffalo Bill, Mary Cassatt, James Fenimore Cooper. Thomas Edison, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Oliver Wendell Holmes,&amp;nbsp; Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, George Sand, John Singer Sargent, Harriet Beecher Stowe, the French impressionists - Degas, Manet, Monet, Renoir, etc. and some of the French writers. Many sounded vaguely familiar - like Samuel Morse, who is introduced as a painter, but was the Morse of the Morse code. Or Charles Sumner, who saw a black man amongst the medical students and had the great "aha" moment that intelligence was a matter of education, not race or genetics and&amp;nbsp; became one of the first abolitionists. And of course Eiffel, but i didn't realize that was a name of a man, or that he built the Eiffel Tower as a temporary structure for one of the Universal Expositions or that he planned the internal structure of the Statue of Liberty. There are others I never had heard of, e.g. artist George Healy, sculptor Augustus Saint-Gaudens,&amp;nbsp; Elihu Washburne - the US embasador during the Franco-Prussian War and siege of Paris, and Elizabeth Blackwell, the fist woman doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from this book and McCullough pulled things together for me. I didn't realize that many Americans came to Paris to study medicine, because we did not have adequate medical schools, with no opportunities to see real patients, etc. The Americans returned and founded schools, improved existing ones, and I thus learned one more piece of Harvard history. (&lt;i&gt;Caleb's Crossing&lt;/i&gt; giving me a glimpse into very early Harvard history.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like reading about artists and did not know that in those days they spent a lot of time copying masterpieces, so the Louvre was full of art students painting. I've never seen that in a museum, so do they not allow that anymore? Or is is just not artists learn today? Wonder what ever happened to those copies? Are they out on the market? What if one famous artist copied another in his early days? Are they labeled as such? Rembrandt's copy of daVinci, Picasso's copy of Rembrandt, etc. I also loved the fact that the Louvre was open to the general public. I had never heard that artists would sell admission to see one of their paintings. Always the struggle of artists to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An evolving topic of interest for me is World's Fairs or Universal Expositions, as they were called back then. They were obviously an important place for artists to show off their work, as I learned in this book and &lt;i&gt;Clara and Mr. Tiffany&lt;/i&gt;. Countries showed off their progress, as in &lt;i&gt;Paris Between the Wars&lt;/i&gt;, and as I learned when visiting the Lithuanian Archives in Putnam CT, where they still had pieces of the Lithuanian exhibit from 1939. Inventions were shown off. Some of the fairs had themes. It is a crazy phenomenon, when a whole vilalge is built for a short period of time and then torn down. It is a good thing the Eiffel Tower was so popular, they decided to keep it. I remember the New York Word's Fair in 1964/65 - only the Unisphere (a huge globe) and the observation towers are left standing. I guess they try to make money off of these fairs and attract a lot of visitors, but they are expensive to create and I know the New York fair lost money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One overarching thought that I took away from this book is how important it is that people travel and exchange ideas. I know that we are so much more connected nowadays than they were then, but it makes a difference if you go to a different place and interact with people, get new ideas in a different environment, and then can bring them back home - or choose to stay. A friend of mine recently said he feels that Paris is his city. I don't know what city is mine, but I support study abroad and other traveling to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-5745359295378969915?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5745359295378969915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=5745359295378969915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5745359295378969915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5745359295378969915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/greater-journey-americans-in-paris-by.html' title='The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris by David McCullough (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s-xFKinfQ-0/Tl4ox150efI/AAAAAAAAALs/H6sTwWC_bGk/s72-c/Greater+Journey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4683887970116049272</id><published>2011-07-10T09:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T21:36:46.165-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance London'/><title type='text'>Someone to Watch Over Me by Lisa Kleypas (1999)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(Another write-up found from 2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Book from the dumpster. Well, I guess I have to read some bad ones to appreciate the good ones. This is your basic hot steamy romance with the thrill of danger and nothing much else. The only thing I learned from this Regency London romance was about runners, a sort of a detective or police force that patrolled streets and looked for thieves, murderers and other criminals. The upper, middle and lower class differences were there, but without the details and level of understanding as done by Philippa Gregory.&amp;nbsp; OK, so Grant Morgan is the over six foot hunk, who was orphaned, but worked his way up to be the most respected and well paid runner. He rescues a woman from the Thames and realized she is a famous red-haired courtesan, but has lost her memory, and seems very innocent instead of brazen. You know how it goes from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4683887970116049272?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4683887970116049272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4683887970116049272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4683887970116049272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4683887970116049272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/someone-to-watch-over-me-by-lisa.html' title='Someone to Watch Over Me by Lisa Kleypas (1999)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2318167300190090</id><published>2011-07-10T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T08:29:35.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witches'/><title type='text'>The Witches of Eastwick by John Updike (1984)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDCBOz_uXE0/Tl4pJ8h6MTI/AAAAAAAAALw/hRyC3MkcL4Q/s1600/Witches+of+Eastwick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDCBOz_uXE0/Tl4pJ8h6MTI/AAAAAAAAALw/hRyC3MkcL4Q/s200/Witches+of+Eastwick.jpg" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(Found this write-up from 2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;From the give-away pile of a Chicago friend. I think I’ve never really read anything by John Updike, and I liked the movie years ago, so I thought I’d try reading the book. Updike’s language is very rich and enjoyable. The story, though, is a bit strange. Three single women, two with kids that get neglected throughout the story, who are close friends and find they have some extraordinary powers, especially when they are together. Jane is the musician, Sukie writes, though mostly for a paper, and Alexandra sculpts. Into their lives comes Darryl Van Horne, who moves into the local mansion, sets up an alchemy lab, and invites them to hang out regularly with him. He has a hot tub, tennis court, booze, etc. They each have their own relationship with him, as he encourages each of them to expand their artistic talents, but I don’t quite get it. I remember him being a devilish figure – and with Jack Nicholson playing the part, he was very deliciously devilish. Darryl seems to thrive on their energy, but he really doesn’t help any of them, and later takes on a different trio of even younger women. Updike seems to get at some of the issues of single women, their fairly run-down homes, their frustration with exes, their concern about making ends meet, and I didn’t mind their ways with men, but something was missing.&amp;nbsp; Their witchiness was also not satisfying. They used their powers in mostly random ways. I guess I’ll try reading what others have said about this. I do want to see the movie again, but am not tempted to read any more Updike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2318167300190090?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2318167300190090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2318167300190090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2318167300190090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2318167300190090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/witches-of-eastwick-by-john-updike-1984.html' title='The Witches of Eastwick by John Updike (1984)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tDCBOz_uXE0/Tl4pJ8h6MTI/AAAAAAAAALw/hRyC3MkcL4Q/s72-c/Witches+of+Eastwick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4067416647773163301</id><published>2011-07-09T09:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:03:54.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaurs'/><title type='text'>A Dinosaur Named Sue by Pat Relf (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1i3FOn5Z1A/Thhfu41y-JI/AAAAAAAAALk/hK7oKczQKw8/s1600/Dinosaur+named+Sue+-+sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1i3FOn5Z1A/Thhfu41y-JI/AAAAAAAAALk/hK7oKczQKw8/s200/Dinosaur+named+Sue+-+sm.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Subtitle: The Story of the Colossal Fossil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the wonderful experience of meeting this author at our Cornell reunion. We had graduated the same year, but never knew each other back in college. She lives close to me, so we met for lunch, where I discovered she is the author of many non-fiction children's books. WorldCat lists her as the author of 87 (there are duplicates in that list) and my library has three of her kids books, her masters dissertation, and a book of local World War II memories in Archives. Two of the kids books are Magic School Bus books and over in the Education library (one checked out), so I checked out this one on Sue, the Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton over in the Chicago Field Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have mentioned in this blog, that I love children's and young adult books, and sometimes turn to kids books when I want a clear explanation of something. When my son was studying the Civil War in grade school, I realized that I didn't really "get" the Civil War, especially after we visited Gettysburg and saw the massive destruction that occurred in this three day battle. So I went to our kid section and took out a few books that made the war much more understandable to me. Obviously it is an art to take complex topics and make them clear to others. The best teachers do this, good children's authors do this, and Pat Relf definitely does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells the story of Sue, the largest and most complete set of Tyrannosaurus Rex bones - how they were found, the legal battles, how they were auctioned off, how they were stored, cleaned, studied, and put together for a display. What did we know about T. Rex before, what new things we learned from these bones. Just enough information for me with the things that interested me and plenty of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have dozens of questions for Pat - how did she work on this book, did she get to interview the people, see the scientists work on the bones, or was she just given a pile of "stuff" and asked to make sense of it into a book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4067416647773163301?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4067416647773163301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4067416647773163301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4067416647773163301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4067416647773163301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/dinosaur-named-sue-by-pat-relf-2000.html' title='A Dinosaur Named Sue by Pat Relf (2000)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1i3FOn5Z1A/Thhfu41y-JI/AAAAAAAAALk/hK7oKczQKw8/s72-c/Dinosaur+named+Sue+-+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7502488783848244020</id><published>2011-07-03T12:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:03:22.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance connecticut weddings'/><title type='text'>Happy Ever After by Nora Roberts (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzR0hyMT9IM/ThhfjEDLP6I/AAAAAAAAALg/-lL-TArJvUg/s1600/Happy+Ever+After+-+sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzR0hyMT9IM/ThhfjEDLP6I/AAAAAAAAALg/-lL-TArJvUg/s200/Happy+Ever+After+-+sm.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though I wasn't thrilled with this series, just had to finish it with the fourth friend Parker, the organizer brains behind Vows, the wedding planning and hosting company and her unlikely beau Malcolm, the mechanic. But somehow it worked, they worked. When I saw the organized way she worked I realized I would not necessarily want to be her friend, definitely would not want to work for her, but would hire her to organize something that needed to be organized perfectly - but not necessarily a wedding. I don't like things that are timed perfectly, I like free flow, and definitely would not want to be herded out because the time was up. I am not much into fashion, but do see the point of helping a woman find the wedding dress in which she looks the best. I do like Parker's commitment to her friends, and her clients, her fast thinking and problem solving, and not just technical details, but things like keeping two feuding exes separated during an event. Or seeing the sorrow in a father's eyes, because his wife is no longer alive to see their daughter's wedding - and taking time to talk to him and make him ready to appreciate the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Roberts makes Malcolm the former stunt man and wildman attracted to this rich, high-class gal, but gives him a heart of gold - good with kids, helps one of his employees get going on an education, very straighforward, but as a guy has a hard time sharing feelings. And then how in the world did he know what shoes to buy Parker? In Roberts' world these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this fantasy quartet all the best. Now that they all are getting married, I am trying to imagine all the fancy weddings with a possie of their kids running around. Of course they will have a special playground/room/whatever for those kids. I still don't see where they fit in their social obligations - attend other parties, benefits, fundraisers, but I guess the author knows best not to dilute a book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7502488783848244020?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7502488783848244020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7502488783848244020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7502488783848244020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7502488783848244020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-ever-after-by-nora-roberts-2010.html' title='Happy Ever After by Nora Roberts (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzR0hyMT9IM/ThhfjEDLP6I/AAAAAAAAALg/-lL-TArJvUg/s72-c/Happy+Ever+After+-+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7590756734395702285</id><published>2011-06-27T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T10:02:24.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witches vampires'/><title type='text'>Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_sEmj_GDSU/ThhfXsmOdAI/AAAAAAAAALc/GoObhIJ-K1c/s1600/Discovery+of+Witches+-+sm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_sEmj_GDSU/ThhfXsmOdAI/AAAAAAAAALc/GoObhIJ-K1c/s200/Discovery+of+Witches+-+sm.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;In the last of 20 CDs it  dawned on me that this was only the first of  most likely a trilogy, and  I mentally groaned. I am hooked on this  story, even if it is about  vampires. It helped that the first third of  the story was mostly in the  Bodleian Library at Oxford and that the main character is a historian,  researching alchemy in old manuscripts, and that a major focus is on an  old manuscript - Ashmole 762, which had seemed to disappear from sight  and now was rediscovered by Diana Bishop, a reluctant witch. The structure of the world in this book is that there are humans and three other types of beings - vampires (which are nearly immortal), witches with extra powers, and demons, which seem to be unpredictable, but not necessarily evil. Seems like a lot of important powerful figures were one of these, most often witches or demons, as vampires tended to lie low with their long lives. Now there is a council, which governs their interactions, and one rule is that they cannot have relations across types of beings. So of course, our witchy heroine falls in love with a vampire. He seems to be drawn to protect her, and others are intent on doing her harm. He's been around for centuries, which intrigues Diana - to hear about history from someone that was there. Then there are the two great aunts that raised Diana when her parents were killed. Lots of intriguing ideas and a fun read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7590756734395702285?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7590756734395702285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7590756734395702285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7590756734395702285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7590756734395702285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/discovery-of-witches-by-deborah.html' title='Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m_sEmj_GDSU/ThhfXsmOdAI/AAAAAAAAALc/GoObhIJ-K1c/s72-c/Discovery+of+Witches+-+sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-5526596608676959594</id><published>2011-06-04T08:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:26:30.316-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historicalfiction 19thcentury Turkey Istanbul'/><title type='text'>The Oracle of Stamboul by Michael David Lukas (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojQSMImW6OY/TeoipIDu9NI/AAAAAAAAALA/G2EXvQrrnyk/s1600/Oracle-of-Stamboul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojQSMImW6OY/TeoipIDu9NI/AAAAAAAAALA/G2EXvQrrnyk/s1600/Oracle-of-Stamboul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What a delightful book! Was recommended to me through Get Glue. Had to get it through interlibrary loan, and thought I would be reading it on vacation, but found time to read it in just a few days. I later read on the back cover that this book was "like biting into a perfect piece of pistachio-flaked baklava." (Rief Larsen) Strangely enough, this describes the book perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Time - late 19th century, places - Constanta (Romania, on the Black Sea) and Stamboul. (From Wikipedia: &lt;i&gt;"Stamboul&lt;/i&gt; was used in Western languages as an equivalent of &lt;i&gt;İstanbul&lt;/i&gt;,  until the time it was replaced by the official new usage of the Turkish  form in the 20th century. In the 19th and early 20th centuries,  English-speaking sources often used &lt;i&gt;Constantinople&lt;/i&gt; to refer to the metropolis as a whole, but &lt;i&gt;Stamboul&lt;/i&gt; to refer to the central parts located on the historic peninsula between the Golden Horn and the Sea of Marmara."- from H. G. Dwight) Historic period - Ottoman empire, with the Russian and German empires vying for more territory - I know very little about this time and area. When I was in the Lithuanian Museum in Chicago last week, I realized how little I know of Lithuanian history and their time as part of the Polish-Lithuanian empire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Our main character is Eleonora Cohen, born in 1877 to Yakob Cohen, a Jewish rug merchant in Constanta. Her mother dies in childbirth, so she is raised by an aunt/stepmother and her father, who teaches her to read and write in various languages, when he realizes the girl is bright. (I love bright girls.) Turns out she is more than bright, she is a savant, and at age eight follows her father secretly on a trip to Stamboul, where they live with a Turk - Moncef Bey, she gets tutoring from an American rector of a college - Reverend James Muehler. One of my favorite moments in the book is when Cohen and Muehler first meet, they try speaking English, French, Russian and some other languages and settle on Turkish as the best language to use for communication. The whole book is a rich blend of cultures and languages - in a way I think Europe and various other metropolitan areas of the world operate today, but I don't see in the U.S. How many of us are fluent in more than two (or even one) languages and can jump freely between them, depending on the person we encounter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEikKYS0Uj4/TeoiriTd4lI/AAAAAAAAALE/ALc_0vqzdWw/s1600/hoopoe.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEikKYS0Uj4/TeoiriTd4lI/AAAAAAAAALE/ALc_0vqzdWw/s200/hoopoe.jpeg" width="139" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The whole story is rich, and colorful, and touching. The Sultan's growling stomach at Ramadan, or his love for birds. Eleonora is followed by a flock of purple and white hoopoes from birth. (I am attaching an image from a hoopoe, though I found no references to purple and white ones - must be literary license.)&amp;nbsp; Eleonora gets to meet the Sultan and it seems to me, if circumstances were different, they would have gotten along quite well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-5526596608676959594?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5526596608676959594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=5526596608676959594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5526596608676959594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5526596608676959594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/oracle-of-stamboul-by-michael-david.html' title='The Oracle of Stamboul by Michael David Lukas (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ojQSMImW6OY/TeoipIDu9NI/AAAAAAAAALA/G2EXvQrrnyk/s72-c/Oracle-of-Stamboul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7339616207539401654</id><published>2011-05-26T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:57:11.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy-tale Estonia'/><title type='text'>The Sea Wedding and Other Stories from Estonia ilus. by Inese Jansons (1978)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GCkFlYlVCw/Td5RvBeUP1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/sxJH9tU0nJw/s1600/Sea+Wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GCkFlYlVCw/Td5RvBeUP1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/sxJH9tU0nJw/s200/Sea+Wedding.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;By Selve Maas and Peggy Hoffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My artist friend Inese Jansons died in February. I finally framed the piece of art she sent me a couple of years ago, and as a group of friends remembered her, I thought to look up the books she had illustrated. This is one that came up and that was available used through Amazon. Ineses illustrations are delightful, as usual, and since she is illustrating Baltic tales, all the characters are wearing ethnic clothes and feet shod in pastalas, kind of like moccasins, but laced up the leg like a ballet slipper. The main animal characters are also dressed this way. The book is from the 70's, so early in her career. She was so talented, I wish she had done more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read a lot of folk tales in my day, and as a child, plowed through the 15 volumes of collected Latvian folk tales. These twelve tales felt familiar, but none of them was exactly like any Latvian tale I remember reading. There were tales of the sea, of justice, of fairies. One of my favorites was Six Hard-Boiled Eggs - about a man who hadn't paid for his hard-boiled eggs at an inn, and the innkeeper never forgot that debt. When years later the man returns to repay the innkeeper, the innkeeper declares he owes a thousand coins, for if those eggs had hatched, he would have many more hens and eggs to sell. On his way to court, the man meets a farmer, who promises to help him. The farmer rushes in late to the court, says he was planting peas, but had to cook them first. Dah! Cooked peas won't grow and boiled eggs won't hatch. I love these kinds of logic fairy tales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7339616207539401654?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7339616207539401654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7339616207539401654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7339616207539401654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7339616207539401654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/sea-wedding-and-other-stories-from.html' title='The Sea Wedding and Other Stories from Estonia ilus. by Inese Jansons (1978)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GCkFlYlVCw/Td5RvBeUP1I/AAAAAAAAAKk/sxJH9tU0nJw/s72-c/Sea+Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2271913371857091782</id><published>2011-05-22T10:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:13:19.925-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art artists Latvian'/><title type='text'>Kristaps Ģelzis, text by Mark Svede (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75VqZpuXQ4c/Td5R4MVXKfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zmulYSwuYoI/s1600/Kristaps+Gelzis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75VqZpuXQ4c/Td5R4MVXKfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zmulYSwuYoI/s1600/Kristaps+Gelzis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to admit I have had this book for a while, and had looked at the images of Ģelzis' work, but not read Mark's text (shame on me.) Mark always write so well, and brings in his knowledge of the art world in so many different ways. I think what amazed me the most is how well versed my friend Mark is in what is and has happened in Latvia. He is half Latvian, but hasn't followed the normal path of doing all things Latvian, so his grasp of the nuances there are quite astounding. (At least to me, my own grasp of nuances are probably minimal, as I don't keep up with events in Latvia regularly, and just have spurts of immersion with my family, the library world, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I appreciate art, I do like it when someone explains things to me, so it was great to have images of Ģelzis work, especially his installations, along with Mark's explanations and interpretations. I know he is good friends with Ģelzis, and I recognize a couple of the pieces from Mark's home, so I assume he has a pretty accurate take on what Ģelzis is trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to read the text in English, as I know that was the language in which it was written, but I did glance over to the Latvian text occasionally, especially when it was an especially complex concept or passage. It was fun to see how it translates into Latvian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2271913371857091782?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2271913371857091782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2271913371857091782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2271913371857091782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2271913371857091782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/kristaps-gelzis-text-by-mark-svede-2005.html' title='Kristaps Ģelzis, text by Mark Svede (2005)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-75VqZpuXQ4c/Td5R4MVXKfI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zmulYSwuYoI/s72-c/Kristaps+Gelzis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-5158449760188552294</id><published>2011-05-22T10:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:46:03.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historicalfiction France'/><title type='text'>Winter Ghosts by Kate Mosse (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxoWA5LpoUA/Td-O41tPquI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FoD1yqaJhTA/s1600/Winter+Ghosts-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxoWA5LpoUA/Td-O41tPquI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FoD1yqaJhTA/s1600/Winter+Ghosts-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suggested by the audio book store guy. I actually have a couple of her books sitting in my "to read" pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post World War I, Freddie, who has lost his brother in the war and is now lost himself, has an accident on a deserted road in the Pyrenees of southern France, finds himself in a small sad village while looking for help with his car. He seems to hear voices in the woods and at a village party has a deep connection and conversation with Fabrissa, a lovely young woman, who seems to understand his pain. Very interestingly woven story, that ends up telling not only about post WWI, but also centuries before, when villages were destroyed by soldiers of various rulers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-5158449760188552294?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5158449760188552294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=5158449760188552294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5158449760188552294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5158449760188552294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/winter-ghosts-by-kate-mosse-2011.html' title='Winter Ghosts by Kate Mosse (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxoWA5LpoUA/Td-O41tPquI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FoD1yqaJhTA/s72-c/Winter+Ghosts-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8396335422084811856</id><published>2011-05-22T10:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:46:39.214-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery Maine'/><title type='text'>The Sixth Man by David Baldacci (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Oz_zlnfcg/Td-PFv5NcsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZhBdfoBfLis/s1600/Sixth+Man-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Oz_zlnfcg/Td-PFv5NcsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZhBdfoBfLis/s1600/Sixth+Man-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Obviously I can't stay away from Baldacci, though I wasn't totally thrilled with my last read. But the audio book store had mistakenly put this book on hold for me, so I just decided to go with it. One more Sean King&amp;nbsp; &amp;amp; Michelle Maxwell story. Again well told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the main premise, that there might be certain people with the ability to use more of their brain capacity and they could absorb exorbitant amounts of information and analyze it, that they could take all the data that is gathered by our various security agencies and grok it into some valuable actions and policies to protect our country and our world. For example, destroying the opium crop in Afghanistan just makes the Taliban richer, but bringing in seeds of poppies that don't produce good opium and takes them out of being a player in the drug production world actually sounds like a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edgar Roy is such a person who can process floods of information, but he is sitting in a high security prison, because six bodies were found buried in his barn. King and Maxwell have been hired by Roy's lawyer to help prove his innocence. When they get to Maine (nice setiing), they find the lawyer dead - and they are off.&amp;nbsp; The book is full of interesting characters - Peter Bunting, who invented this concept and who got government agencies to actually share information. He is a rather unlikable character in the beginning, but I grew to like him. I liked Kelly Paul and James Harkes, though for the longest time I didn't know which side they were on. At times they seemed to take over the action from King and Maxwell, and I wouldn't be surprised if Baldacci brings them back in future books. Baldacci even creates interesting small characters, like the owner of the inn where King and Maxwell stay - she doesn't care for Maxwell and chides them on spending time together in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Nora Roberts I know how many dead bodies to expect (usually 3), but with Baldacci, they kept piling up - a bit out of my comfort zone. Strange - I have a comfort zone to how many dead bodies I am willing to read about? How about watch? Many of my TV shows are violent. I guess it ups the ante on the gravity of the situation. The characters are literally facing life and death situations. Wonder if I could find non dead body mysteries? Or maybe ones that just have one? I'll have to start keeping count and see if Lisa Scottoline or other writers are less bloody. Probably someone has already done that on the net. (A quick Google search came up with a sentence in a readers advisory book about amateur detectives often being in less violent books. Authors mentioned were Diana Mott Davidson, Karen Greenland and Elizabeth Peters. I've read a couple by the latter, but hasn't intrigued me.) I also had strong moments of discomfort when the head of Homeland Security was being ultra nasty - ready to kill absolutely anyone who stood in her way. This was actually very similar to Baldacii's first book, &lt;i&gt;Absolute Power&lt;/i&gt; (the last book of his I just read), where another highly placed government woman went beserk trying to hold on to her power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - a good read, but I think I'll take a break from Baldacci for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8396335422084811856?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8396335422084811856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8396335422084811856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8396335422084811856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8396335422084811856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/sixth-man-by-david-baldacci-2011.html' title='The Sixth Man by David Baldacci (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7Oz_zlnfcg/Td-PFv5NcsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZhBdfoBfLis/s72-c/Sixth+Man-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-976020169775202175</id><published>2011-05-08T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:50:52.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris Art'/><title type='text'>Raymond Duncan by Adela Spindler Roatcap (1991)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCIY-E5wMlQ/Td-QEmnPcyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/IC2N7HWWZf0/s1600/Raymond+Duncan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCIY-E5wMlQ/Td-QEmnPcyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/IC2N7HWWZf0/s1600/Raymond+Duncan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Subtitle: Printer... Expatrieate... Excentric Artist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is one of those delightful limited edition monographs from The Book Club of California, and as far as I can tell, the only book about Raymond Duncan, Isadora Duncan's eccentric brother - not that she wasn't eccentric herself. He was born in 1874 in California, but moved to Europe, lived in Greece for a while where he married a Greek woman and started wearing Greek tunics and invented a type of sandal. He wore both exclusively until his death in 1966. For many years he lived in Paris, and after the death of his first wife, he married a Latvian. He seems to be one of the first hippies and simple life advocates, running an academy to teach his life style and promoting arts and crafts in his studios and galleries. Fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-976020169775202175?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/976020169775202175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=976020169775202175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/976020169775202175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/976020169775202175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/raymond-duncan-by-adela-spindler.html' title='Raymond Duncan by Adela Spindler Roatcap (1991)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PCIY-E5wMlQ/Td-QEmnPcyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/IC2N7HWWZf0/s72-c/Raymond+Duncan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4751939829931705066</id><published>2011-05-08T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:47:21.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris 1920&apos;s 1930&apos;s ArtDeco'/><title type='text'>Paris Between the Wars by Carol Mann (1996)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRVI4k_oMqM/Td-PPiZVFSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jYESwyVTC40/s1600/Paris+between+Wars.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRVI4k_oMqM/Td-PPiZVFSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jYESwyVTC40/s1600/Paris+between+Wars.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been fascinated by Paris since visiting it and reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Paris Wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. This book provided a great overview of what Paris was like between the two world wars, why it was so appealing to artists of all types. I love the abundance of photos, so I could visualize the place, the art deco, etc. My favorite photo was of two women dancers in shrimp costumes. Even though the photo was black and white, I could just image the bright colors. The most powerful photo was of the 1937 World's Fair, where Germany and the Soviet Union were posturing and squaring off against each other with massive pavilions that dwarfed everything around them, except for the Eiffel Tower. I must have been a strange and tense time. They also provided work for artists in hard economic times. World's Fairs were also an important event in the Tiffany book I read recently. My parents took me to the one in New York in 1964-65 numerous times, and Expo 67 in Montreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4751939829931705066?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4751939829931705066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4751939829931705066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4751939829931705066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4751939829931705066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/paris-between-wars-by-carol-mann-1996.html' title='Paris Between the Wars by Carol Mann (1996)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aRVI4k_oMqM/Td-PPiZVFSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/jYESwyVTC40/s72-c/Paris+between+Wars.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7621436393404645648</id><published>2011-04-25T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:47:56.913-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Denmark'/><title type='text'>The Exception by Christian Jungersen (2004, trans. 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZPgwCqPXZQ/Td-PY2W7VFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DTbHwRmViCU/s1600/Exception.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZPgwCqPXZQ/Td-PY2W7VFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DTbHwRmViCU/s1600/Exception.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was one of the Danish novels suggested to me at AABS. I am returning it to the library, but I never did finish it (got to 323 of 500 pages). It has been a while, so I had to look up the plot summary. It was about four women at Copenhagen’s Danish Center for Information on Genocide, who were very nasty towards each other, especially the librarian, Anne-Lise. They gather information on genocide around the world, publish articles, some of which are included in the book. Evil and its causes has fascinated me as a topic, but I don't recall what I thought of the essays. I know I couldn't stand the women trying to drive Anne Lise insane, so I just stopped reading. (And as I have recently noted, I can depend on most American books to end fairly well, but no so European ones.) Ah well, there are plenty of books out there to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7621436393404645648?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7621436393404645648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7621436393404645648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7621436393404645648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7621436393404645648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/exception-by-christian-jungersen-2004.html' title='The Exception by Christian Jungersen (2004, trans. 2006)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZPgwCqPXZQ/Td-PY2W7VFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DTbHwRmViCU/s72-c/Exception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7612756320368248125</id><published>2011-04-25T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:32:32.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Story by Clarissa Pinkola Estes (1993)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Subtitle: A wise tale about what is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just a slip of a book that has been in my office for a while and needs to be returned. This is just one tale within a tale within a tale, but always uplifting. The innermost tale is one I have heard before where two young impoverished people want to gift each other, so she cuts her hair to buy a chain for his watch and he sells his watch to buy her a comb for her hair. They laugh at their foolishness, but realize that they have given each other love and trust. And that is enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7612756320368248125?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7612756320368248125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7612756320368248125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7612756320368248125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7612756320368248125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/gift-of-story-by-clarissa-pinkola-estes.html' title='The Gift of Story by Clarissa Pinkola Estes (1993)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8930896402073809534</id><published>2011-04-24T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:13:28.915-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller WashingtonDC'/><title type='text'>Absolute Power by David Baldacci (1996)</title><content type='html'>Somehow Baldacci's preface on how he had decided to quit law and write novels was as compelling as his fiction. I was so engrossed I forgot that this part was non-fiction and that it was his real story. I am glad he chose to share his gift of storytelling with the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was great for a first novel - and with the culprit being as many say, the most important man (so far) on earth - the president of the United States, one whose secret liaison becomes a little too rough, and the woman is killed. Now this is before Clinton got caught with Monica, but I guess people thought Baldacci had seen into the future. A slick thief who steals only from the very rich happened to see the tryst and murder. I loved the complexity of the plot. You had the thief Luther, his estranged daughter Kate, and her former boyfriend Jack, a lawyer. Then there is the president, his chief of staff and secret service men. Then there is detective Seth Frank and his crew. The murdered woman Christine and her very wealthy husband Walter Sullivan. The law firm Jack works for, their machinations, wealthy customers, including Jack's fiance. It all came together very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Just do Baldacci as audio books, especially for long  trips where you have to stay awake. He does keep my heart pumping, and  at times I had to stop reading, as it seemed one more awful thing was  going to happen. And then I told myself, remember this is an American  novel, most of the good guys, and especially the main character will be  OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8930896402073809534?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8930896402073809534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8930896402073809534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8930896402073809534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8930896402073809534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/absolute-power-by-david-baldacci-1996.html' title='Absolute Power by David Baldacci (1996)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-804621608591157457</id><published>2011-04-14T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T23:38:45.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Old Women By Clarissa Pinkola Estes (1996 book, 2010 audio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Subtitle: Myths and Stories of the Wise Woman Archetype&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I believe this audio version is based on Pinkola Estes' book, but it was set up as six sessions with the author, where she talked, told stories, explained them and ended with a prayer or meditation. I found her book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Women who Run with the Wolves &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;really valuable and inspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. These stories and her explanations didn't quite talk to me as much, but I really like Pinkola Estes herself, her throaty laugh, and being told that being unique and different is good. She took stories from various cultures, starting with an extensive analysis of Snow White, touching on Baba Yaga and other stories, some that I had never heard. I also found out that some of her ancestry was from Eastern Europe. I would love to meet her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-804621608591157457?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/804621608591157457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=804621608591157457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/804621608591157457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/804621608591157457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/dangerous-old-women-by-clarissa-pinkola.html' title='Dangerous Old Women By Clarissa Pinkola Estes (1996 book, 2010 audio)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4987523811554385929</id><published>2011-03-26T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T08:45:27.346-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black-history biology'/><title type='text'>The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot (2010)</title><content type='html'>This was the book the Gender &amp;amp; Women's Studies department chose for discussion for Women's History Month. Great choice, again! Henrietta Lacks died in 1951 of cervical cancer and doctors took cells from her tumor and were surprised that they grew and did not die off, like no other human cells to that point. They were named HeLa cells after the woman, and were grown and distributed throughout the world for medical research that has resulted in drugs for herpes, leukemia, polio and many other diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Skloot first heard of Henrietta Lacks in 1988, when she was 16, in a community college biology class, and was intrigued. Who was this Henrietta Lacks? No information was out there. As Rebecca went through college getting her biology degree, she kept searching for information on Henrietta. In graduate school she studied writing and kept thinking she wanted to write Henrietta's story. Eventually she spent more than 10 years researching the Lacks family and the scientific research around tissue samples that culminated in the publishing of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story itself is haunting - how an energetic poor black woman from the tobacco fields of Virginia moves to Baltimore, raises a family and dies young, leaving 5 kids behind to struggle without her. Meanwhile her cells take on a life of their own in the scientific laboratories, making careers and money for many along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed by the perseverance of Skloot, her ability as a young white woman to earn the trust and respect of this black family, especially the daughter Deborah. I don't always read the acknowledgements, but this chapter was fascinating in an of itself. Skloot talked to hundreds of people, bout the Lacks' life and the scientific side of this book. She researched in libraries, archives, governmental, hospital, laboratory records. Sounds like dozens of people read the manuscript. When someone in the discussion group questioned the timeline in the book that is not quite linear, I realized this was thought about in depth and the decision was made to offer the story in the best way possible. It worked for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question that Skloot tackles is medical and research ethics. Back in 1951, there were no institutional review boards checking over research with humans. Research and its guidelines have evolved over these decades, but there are still many unanswered ethical questions about the use of human tissues - the rights of the donors - do they have a say how their tissues are used, for what kinds of research - and who gets to profit off of these tissues? Is the patenting of genes and tissues a good thing or does it encumber research? Skloot raises these questions throughout the book, but then spends the whole afterward pulling these issues together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very powerful book. It is being considered for first year experience as a common read book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4987523811554385929?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4987523811554385929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4987523811554385929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4987523811554385929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4987523811554385929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/immortal-life-of-henrietta-lacks-by.html' title='The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3620107593581722106</id><published>2011-03-20T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:24:57.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery 1950&apos;s England'/><title type='text'>The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was actually intrigued by the cover and description of the latest Flavia DeLuce mysteries, but it looked like I needed to start from the beginning, so I listened to this book. I actually didn't like 11 year-old Flavia that much in the beginning, but she grew on me. I just read an interview with the 70 year old first book author about why he choose to have the book narrated by a girl in England in the 50's. He remembers his own passionate interests at that time, and Flavia is an avid chemist with a special interest in poisons. As a young girl, she is not taken seriously and has access to people in a way that they don't realize she might actually do something with the information they give her. England, because his mother was from England, and he felt he grew up in an English household. And the 1950's, because he wants to look at some aspects of British life that has vanished. In this book it is about postage stamps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Flavia finds a dying man in their garden, a man her father had an argument with just earlier that night. Flavia takes it upon herself to solve they mystery of who he is and who killed him, especially when her father gets arrested for the crime. She lives in a large house with her father, two older sisters with whom she does not get along, a cook, and Dogger, the handyman, who is the only one with whom she really has a solid relationship. Flavia ends up researching her father's past in boarding school and the plot centers around two stamps that were printed in an orange color protesting Queen Victoria, if I am not mistaken. One was recently stolen from the King and the other from a school's headmaster years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I just had to get used to Flavia spouting off chemical facts, though I did like her working in her own private lab. One of the first things we see her do is poison her sister's lipstick with poison ivy extract. I also loved that she used the library - looking things up in old newspapers. Another fun thing was that she traipsed all over the countryside either on foot or on bike. I still did some of that when I was growing up, but don't think my son has done that very much. I can't say that I am totally enamored by this book, but will probably pick up the others in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3620107593581722106?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3620107593581722106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3620107593581722106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3620107593581722106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3620107593581722106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweetness-at-bottom-of-pie-by-alan.html' title='The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1746354523461850330</id><published>2011-03-19T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:11:23.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afghanistan'/><title type='text'>Cup of Friendship by Deborah Rodriguez (2011)</title><content type='html'>Another good one. This book helped me get a sense of what life is like in Afghanistan now or at least very recently. Sunny has opened up a coffee shop in Kabul, and though it was hard for me to fathom why an American woman would do so in such a dangerous place, where being a woman and a foreigner can be such a liability, but the story was finally convincing and very moving. I wasn't quite ready for another heavy book, and kept wondering if it was going to become a realistic bummer or have a reasonable happy ending. I think Rodrigues did a nice balancing act between the harsh realities of death, the abuse of women and children, the terrorist bombings AND the message of hope, friendship and love. I really enjoyed the evolving group of friends at the cafe. Starting with those working or living on the premises - there is Halajan, the widowed owner of the building, who likes to smoke in secret and wear jeans under her traditional dress and has a secret passion for her childhood friend the tailor; Halajan's traditional son Ahmet, who takes care of security at the cafe; Yazmina, who was kidnapped by drug lords from her uncle's house, but taken in by Sunny when she sees her at a government office and realizes Yazmina is pregnant (from her husband who has been killed) and has a very bleak future; and the local Afghani cook. The interesting visitors to the cafe include Isabel, a BBC reporter; Candace, recently divorced from a diplomat, mistress of a handsome Afghani; Jack, an American who knows many languages; Tommy, Sunny's boyfriend that drops in every so many months between assignments as a sniper; and others. The cafe is the place for foreigners to meet and sometimes drink wine out of the tea pots. Sunny throws these elaborate parties for Christmas, Easter and other holidays. But it is a time that the Taliban is regaining strength, and the Americans and other foreigners slowly pulling out. Definitely one to suggest to friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1746354523461850330?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1746354523461850330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1746354523461850330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1746354523461850330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1746354523461850330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/cup-of-friendship-by-deborah-rodriguez.html' title='Cup of Friendship by Deborah Rodriguez (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2499503731100056971</id><published>2011-03-19T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T10:50:01.323-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance virginia'/><title type='text'>Secrets by Jude Deveraux (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quick read as I couldn't concentrate on anything heavier while waiting for my son to get out of a surgery to fix his broken nose. Cassie falls in love when she is 12 years old and accompanies her distant mother to a highly charged work retreat. She notices Jeff, who seems to be the calm in the middle of the storm. After college she finds that he is living in historic Williamsburg, VA, goes to work in the school his child attends, and becomes his nanny. Then there is the elderly movie star living next door, and Cassie starts helping her organize her memorabilia. But Jeff isn't quite the quiet engineer he pretends to be. Liked the image of a history buff living in this historical town. Since I have been there, I can see that it could be fun to brush with history on a regular basis, and have a fun place to take kids. I liked the precocious little girl,&amp;nbsp; the live in grand father, even the reclusive movie star. Good fluff book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2499503731100056971?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2499503731100056971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2499503731100056971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2499503731100056971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2499503731100056971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/secrets-by-jude-deveraux-2008.html' title='Secrets by Jude Deveraux (2008)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3101051487901241605</id><published>2011-03-06T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:35:27.821-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorldWarII Jews Germany historical youngadult'/><title type='text'>The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This appeared on a few "books to read" lists, so I got it from the library and almost did not make it though. Way too heavy for me right now. This is supposed to be a young adult book, but I have no idea how young adults read it, understand it, respond to it. It was the heaviest of the heavies on World War II, on all the deaths, the annihilation of Jews, the Hitler youth, the lack of food - it is all there. I like books about books, which is partially why I picked this up, but though books and words play a major part in this story, it was very difficult to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The narrator is Death, who gets very busy during the war. An interesting perspective. It reminded me of&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Brightest Star in the Sky&lt;/i&gt; , but that was a different kind of spirit seeing into everyone's souls. Death is fascinated by the life of this one girl Liesel, our book thief.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The book is written in strange ways, with chapter headings giving sort of a table of contents, e.g. Prologue: a mountain range of rubble, in which our narrator introduces: himself -- the colors -- and the book thief. There are lots of interspersions, like *** A Strange Word *** or *** The Book's Meaning *** and these are followed by some explanation. A lot of German words are used throughout the book, including slang. Most of them are explained and give flavor to the book. In three places there are illustrations, as we have one of the characters writing and illustrating his own thoughts and stories - and we get a sample of those. Other than the last piece, I found these interspersions annoying, but maybe they help slow down the story, so it is easier to deal with the heaviness of the material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There are so many references to the events and situations in history, I am really not sure how kids understand this. And though I know that time period fairly well, I felt that much of what the writer was trying to convey was going over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Liesel's little brother dies of a cough, when they bury him, she finds a handbook of the graveyard diggers, which is her first stolen book. Her mother can't take care of her and she is sent to a foster home with Hans and Rose Hubermann. Hans is a painter, plays the accordion and teaches Liesel to read. Rose takes in other people's laundry. Liesel's best friend is Rudy, next door, who is obsessed with Jesse Owens and loves to run. Hans takes in the son of a war-time buddy - Max, a Jew, whom he hides in his basement. People die, people get whipped for trying to give Jews some bread. I don't know what else to say. I think I want to try reading something else by this author, but only if it is lighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3101051487901241605?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3101051487901241605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3101051487901241605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3101051487901241605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3101051487901241605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/book-thief-by-markus-zusak-2006.html' title='The Book Thief by Markus Zusak (2006)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2879839454414103798</id><published>2011-03-06T13:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:35:02.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stained-glass Tiffany'/><title type='text'>Louis Comfort Tiffany by Jacob Baal-Teshuva (2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As I mentioned in my previous post, I needed a visual companion to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Clara and Mr. Tiffany.&lt;/i&gt; The introductory text is also in German and French, and illustrated with photos and examples of Tiffany creations. But the main part of of the book is a luxurious rendition of many of Tiffany windows, lamps and vases. Tiffany also oversaw the production of mosaics and smaller items, including jewelry, but these three main areas were of greatest interest to me. When anything was described in Clara's story, I would find it in this book and drool over it. My favorites were the dragonfly, peacock and wisteria lamps.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This book showed the things mentioned the best of all those we had in the library. I read the introductory text, getting some more details about Louis Comfort Tiffany's life, his relationship with his father Charles Lewis Tiffany, who was best known for his jewelry. Maybe I will buy a copy of this book for myself. The end of the book contains a catalog of where all these items are located. I will definitely have to put the Morse Museum of American Art in Winter Park, FL on my travel list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2879839454414103798?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2879839454414103798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2879839454414103798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2879839454414103798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2879839454414103798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/louis-comfort-tiffany-by-jacob-baal.html' title='Louis Comfort Tiffany by Jacob Baal-Teshuva (2004)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6997156237484243252</id><published>2011-03-06T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:51:26.448-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historicalfiction art Tiffany stained-glass'/><title type='text'>Clara and Mr Tiffany by Susan Vreeland (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Best book of the year, so far. Love those art history fiction books, and this is about one of my favorite art forms - stained glass. I have admired stained glass since I was a kid bored during church services, and have liked Tiffany style lamps, seen Tiffany windows (at least in a small chapel off the coast of Georgia), bought Tiffany note cards. Then, while living in Ohio, I bought my first piece of stained glass with a rainbow and mirror from a street artist in San Francisco (so he could get his car out of the parking garage). My next piece was a round night scene with a tree that I bought an an Ohio art fair, where I felt I had walked into a fantasy land, when I walked in the booth of these glorious stained glass windows. The $80 round piece was the cheapest thing there, and though outside my budget, I have never regretted purchasing it. Then I met Luna Mountainsea, a stained glass artist, from whom I have purchased numerous pieces over the years. As I was reading this book and yearning for a Tiffany lamp, I realized i have my own - not shaped like a typical Tiffany lamp, but a three sided lamp made of glorious glass and shells, and amber, and it is one of my prized possessions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This book is obviously based on historical information - mostly letters from Clara Driscoll, that have recently come to light, and that describe her time with Tiffany from 1893 to 1908 (I'm not going to go back to check the accuracy of these years, but they are about right.) Louis Comfort Tiffany had women working for him, as long as they were not married. They mostly had some artistic background, as they were the ones to design some of his windows, choose the glass, and cut the glass. Only the soldering was not done by them. Clara had worked for Tiffany earlier, but left when she got married, then when her husband died, she returned to run the women's workshop. It is thought that it was her idea to create lamps our of the stained glass pieces instead of just blown glass, and she received an award in Paris for her dragonfly lamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I loved reading about how these glass pieces were made, how Tiffany struggled to get the glassblowers to create iridescent glass - mostly for vases, but also for the windows. Since I have had glassblower friends and Luna showing me excitedly her various glass samples, and seen how much work goes into creating a stained glass piece, I could visualize much of the descriptions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As with previous art history novels, I need to see what is being described, so I took out a few books on Tiffany from the library and found one that had all the windows and lamps mentioned. If I give this book as a gift to anyone, I will have to give the book of images too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Vreeland goes far beyond just describing Clara's work with Tiffany, she describes her life and the times at the turn of the century, which I found as fascinating as the story of her work with glass. Clara lived in a boarding house filled with interesting characters. One of her best friends is George, a gay artist. I was fascinated by the description of gay life in those days. Of course it was kept out of the public eye, but it flourished, and Clara helped out by being the female date to operas and other events. George tried to make her a part of his family by setting her up with his brother, but that relationship ran into problems. We do see him working in a social worker type capacity with the poor immigrants. Clara herself does an amazing job overseeing her "girls" in the workshop, dealing with their various life problems, and when the men's union gets mad because the women finished a job the men refused to do, she fights for the right of the women to continue working. You get a good sense of her own relationships from this book, undoubtedly quite accurate, since they were based on her letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Plus, we get ring side seats to history - the World's Fairs in Chicago and Paris, the opening of the New York subway system, and much more. Just love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6997156237484243252?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6997156237484243252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6997156237484243252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6997156237484243252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6997156237484243252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/clara-and-mr-tiffany-by-susan-vreeland.html' title='Clara and Mr Tiffany by Susan Vreeland (2011)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7719536093343835751</id><published>2011-03-06T12:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T11:30:48.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance connecticut weddings'/><title type='text'>Savor the Moment by Nora Roberts (2010)</title><content type='html'>This is the third book in the Bride Quartet and focuses on Laurel McBane, the pastry chef. I've got to say this is one of the weaker books by Roberts, but she always gives some details I find interesting. After watching some of the cake baking shows on TV, there was not that much new in the pastry side, but I am still interested in how people pull things like this together. The love interest, which was clear from earlier books is Del, her friend Parker's brother. They have to resolve a pretty simple thing about knowing each other since childhood, she having a crush on him from that time, but having kept it just being friends, the move to being romantic partners is not that simple. My biggest problem with some of these series books is that it is a too self contained world. Why in the world would they want to vacation together (the four couples) after working together all year. I guess having a tight knit group of friends is nice, but I like a more expansive approach to life. Laurel at least has traveled, studied in France, worked in NYC, but returns to this secure circle of friends. Now to just get Parker married off to that mechanic Malcolm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7719536093343835751?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7719536093343835751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7719536093343835751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7719536093343835751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7719536093343835751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/savor-moment-by-nora-roberts-2010.html' title='Savor the Moment by Nora Roberts (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4641312814208493090</id><published>2011-03-06T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:54:21.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Subtitle: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle"&gt;A Practical Guide to Personal Freedom. I think I even own this book, but never did read it, so I thought I should read something good for my soul around my birthday. It was OK, but nothing special. The four agreements make sense: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Be impeccable with your word. Don't take anything personally. Don't make assumptions. Always do your best.&amp;nbsp; I think I basically do try to live by most of these, though being impeccable is hard, and I do tend to take things personally. All good advice, but much of it is about relating to your partner, those very close that you live with. Since I have chosen not to have someone that close in my life, and my child has just moved out,some of the book did not feel as applicable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4641312814208493090?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4641312814208493090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4641312814208493090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4641312814208493090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4641312814208493090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/four-agreements-by-don-miguel-ruiz-1997.html' title='The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz (1997)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8263407286999835052</id><published>2011-03-06T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T11:47:24.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O'Hurley's Return by Nora Roberts (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Contains: Skin Deep (1988) and Without a Trace (1990)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Two quick Nora Roberts' novels read over the Christmas season. This is two of I assume four books on the O'Hurley's, who were raised by a couple of vaudeville actors constantly moving and performing as a family. The three sisters are twins and they have an older brother. In Skin Dep see the story of Chantel, now a famous movie star. She falls for her body guard Quinn Doran. In Without a Trace, the older brother Trace has just retired as a spy and is relaxing in Mexico, when an Irish woman Gillian Fitzpatrick looks him up and get him to go save her brother and father from terrorists. I like Roberts' thriller books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8263407286999835052?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8263407286999835052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8263407286999835052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8263407286999835052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8263407286999835052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/ohurleys-return-by-nora-roberts-2010.html' title='O&apos;Hurley&apos;s Return by Nora Roberts (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-871274735484043561</id><published>2011-03-04T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:55:04.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Is There Really a Human Race? by Jamie Lee Curtis (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I have always wanted to read one of Jamie Lee Curtis' children's books, as I find her a fascinating actress, so I assume her books would be fascinating too, and she did not disappoint. With great illustrations it plays with the idea of a wide variety of humans racing towards something - "Did it start on my birthday?" "If the race is a realy, is Dad on my team? And his dad and his dad?" About being a success, but do some win and some lose? And of course the great lessons - "If we don't help each other, we're all going to ... crash."... "Shouldn't it be that you just try your best?"... "And make the world better for the whole human race." You have to see it, it is really fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-871274735484043561?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/871274735484043561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=871274735484043561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/871274735484043561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/871274735484043561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-there-really-human-race-by-jamie-lee.html' title='Is There Really a Human Race? by Jamie Lee Curtis (2006)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7618452265442551260</id><published>2011-03-01T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T14:32:08.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burroughs Cyclopedia by Clark A. Brady (1996)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't really read this, just took a look, but thought it was interesting to find a reference book on Burroughs. The subtitle is: &lt;i&gt;Characters, Places, Fauna, Flora, Technologies, Languages, ideas and Terminologies Found in the Works of Edgar Rice Burroughs&lt;/i&gt;. I looked up a few of the things I had questions about from &lt;i&gt;Princess of Mars&lt;/i&gt; and found them informative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7618452265442551260?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7618452265442551260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7618452265442551260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7618452265442551260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7618452265442551260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/burroughs-cyclopedia-by-clark-brady.html' title='The Burroughs Cyclopedia by Clark A. Brady (1996)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-5613967912940016970</id><published>2011-02-28T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:26:43.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science-fiction'/><title type='text'>Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs (1917)</title><content type='html'>Though I went through a pretty long science fiction and fantasy stint in my reading history, I never did read one of the classic SF authors - Edgar Rice Burroughs (1875-1950.) My audio book store had a row of his books prominently displayed, so I thought I would try one. Pretty good. I had no idea that the man wrote so long ago. He started writing stories for adventure magazines, and his first story was about Mars. Though he published his first book in 1914 on Tarzan, his most famous series, but returned to write 11 books about Mars. This is the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Carter is an Arizona, where he enters a cave chased by Indians, sorta passes out, and finds himself naked on Mars. There he meets the huge green Martians, and later more human-like red Martians. I kept wondering if Burroughs was the first to create a visual image of Martians for us. Will have to research that, if I ever have time. Then he turns out to be a skilled fighter against these huge beings, earns the right to be a chieftain among them, falls for a Martian princess that he ends up saving from enemies numerous times, teaches one of the chieftains about friendship, and changes the face of Mars in the 10 years that he is there. All just a great adventure story. I don't mind the damsel in distress scenario, taking into consideration that this was written almost a 100 years ago. I enjoyed his description of what Mars would look like, the issues with breathable air and water. Obviously he was fascinated with the beginning experiments with flight, as he has large flying ships and small one person crafts, though he used some mysterious force to give them flight instead of the physics and engineering really needed. I was also interested in some of the other numbers and scientific accuracy of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pointed out in &lt;i&gt;Contemporary Authors&lt;/i&gt;, though very popular, academically Burroughs is considered a pulp fiction writer of little merit. But I like the quote in &lt;i&gt;Contemporary Authors&lt;/i&gt;: "Writing in &lt;i&gt;Esquire,&lt;/i&gt; Gore Vidal claimed that, although Burroughs 'is innocent of literature,' he nonetheless 'does have a gift very few  writers of any kind possess: he can describe action vividly.'""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a priority to check out the rest of his books, but not bad for light reading. Glad I picked it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-5613967912940016970?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5613967912940016970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=5613967912940016970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5613967912940016970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/5613967912940016970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/princess-of-mars-by-edgar-rice.html' title='Princess of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs (1917)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6490478175872335524</id><published>2011-01-27T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:33:16.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jame O'Rourke and the Big Potato by Tomie DePaola (1992)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This Irish Tale retold and illustrated by Tomie DePaola was just the right break I needed in a long work day. Jamie O'Rourke is the laziest man in Ireland, he catches a leprauchaun, grows a big potato that feeds the whole town, but they get sick of it and promise to provide Jamie and his family with food if he promises not to grow any more huge potatoes. I've always loved these tales and wonderful illustrations by DePaola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6490478175872335524?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6490478175872335524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6490478175872335524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6490478175872335524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6490478175872335524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/jame-orourke-and-big-potato-by-tomie.html' title='Jame O&apos;Rourke and the Big Potato by Tomie DePaola (1992)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-602276202089028668</id><published>2011-01-19T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:05:49.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s Hungary'/><title type='text'>Golem by David Wisniewski (1996)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My brain was fried at work, so I went up to the children's section and picked up one of the Caldecott Award winning books I had not read. Golem was about a time in the 16th century in Prague, when the Jews were being put in a ghetto and persecuted. A rabbi decided to invoke a golem - making him out of clay and bringing life into him - as long as the Jews were persecuted. I was thinking that was forever, but there seemed to come a point in the story where the Jews felt safe(r) and the golem went back to being clay. Actually not so light hearted for a kids book, but the illustrations were great - often layers of cut paper creating all sorts of neat effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-602276202089028668?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/602276202089028668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=602276202089028668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/602276202089028668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/602276202089028668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/golem-by-david-wisniewski-1996.html' title='Golem by David Wisniewski (1996)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6365083397507131985</id><published>2011-01-16T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:38:20.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Twice by Lisa Scottoline (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I remember liking the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Killer Smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; by Scottoline, so I thought I would try another one. It is rare that I want a book to be over, but this was one. The main character in this book wasn't Mary DiNunzio, who I really liked, but her boss at the law firm Rosato &amp;amp; Associates - Bennie Rosato, who is a much less likable character. Then Bennie has a twin, Alice, who is as brilliant as Bennie, but much more wild and evil. I kept being frustrated, that Bennie was turning evil, and Alice was easily taking Bennie's place at the law firm and with ex-boyfriend Grady, and that no one except Mary's crazy Italian aunt and friend Julie had any suspicions. Turns out in the author interview after the book was read, Scottoline explained that she was looking into the phenomenon of twins and how much is DNA and how much is circumstance and environment. I believe the character Bennie realizes too, that she has kept herself so closed off, even to close friends and associates, that they did not know her well enough to not recognize Alice in her place. Sooo - redeemed and I will not give up on Scottoline books. The story was quite a thriller. Alice burries Bennie alive and tries to get at her substantial funds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6365083397507131985?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6365083397507131985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6365083397507131985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6365083397507131985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6365083397507131985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/think-twice-by-lisa-scottoline-2010.html' title='Think Twice by Lisa Scottoline (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3197278333062126906</id><published>2011-01-15T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:27:35.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note: On dates of publications in my blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am not sure I have explained this anywhere, but I try to date my readings by the original publication date. My interest is not to reflect accurately which edition I have read, but what time period my reading has come from. That is why I was a bit disappointed in last years readings, when I found most of them were current books - mostly from the last few years. There is nothing wrong with keeping up with what is coming out, but I would like to be expanding my horizons by looking at earlier writings. One reason why I chose to read Walpole from the 18th century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Luckily I have all the access I need to WorldCat and literary resources to find the original dates, which are often not given in a particular book. The one I have to be especially careful with is Nora Roberts, as many of her books get reprinted or combined into a new publication, so I try to give original years of publication whenever I can. It helps to know if something is written in the 1980's before cell phones and email. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3197278333062126906?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3197278333062126906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3197278333062126906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3197278333062126906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3197278333062126906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/note-on-dates-of-publications-in-my.html' title='Note: On dates of publications in my blog.'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3276455337981762475</id><published>2011-01-15T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:18:54.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hieroglyphic Tales by Horace Walpole (1785)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This literary delight came to me completely serendipitously. The power went out in our library for 40 minutes. A student was looking for &lt;span class="bioDefinition"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Castle of Otranto &lt;/i&gt;by Horace Walpole. With no computer to look for a call number in the catalog, I ventured to use my librarian skills in still locating this book. Sooo... Walpole was a British author from the 18th century (looked that up in the print version of the &lt;i&gt;Dictionary of Literary Biography&lt;/i&gt;), so in the early part of the PR's. I guess I could have looked up the call number range in the PR section of the cataloging classification books, but this student seemed to be in a hurry, so we just went wandering in the PR's.&amp;nbsp; I knew it had to be an early range of PR's, but probably not in the same range as Shakespeare, and I knew approximately where he was (turns out Walpole was in PR3291-3785 - 17th and 18th centuries)&amp;nbsp; So I tried a few sections, following the alphabet until I got to W's. Now mind you, it was dark in the shelves that were not close to windows, so we used the light of our cell phones. Walpole was in a dark section of the shelves, so I had to pull out handfuls of books and take them to the one emergency light in the area. I found Walpole, but not &lt;i&gt;Castle of Otranto&lt;/i&gt;. (The name Otranto seems familiar to me. It took me a while, but then I remembered that a Latvian poetry book had that name. Had to look up the author - Andrejs Eglitis. Will have to look up the book and see if it refers to Walpole or the city in Italy.) Though I didn't find the book for the student, I was proud I found the right area. And there among Walpole's books, mostly books about Walpole, was this delightful little book, printed in 1993 and whimsically illustrated by Jill McElmurry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="bioDefinition"&gt;This book is appropriately prefaced by a quote from Monty Python's Flying Circus. It contains seven absurd tales that the author himself describes as: "...they are mere whimsical trifles, written chiefly for private entertainment, and for private amusement half a dozen copies only are printed. They deserve at most to be considered as an attempt to vary the stale and beaten class of stories and novels, which, though works of invention, are almost always devoid of imagination....that there should have been so little fancy, so little variety, and so little novelty, in writings which the imagination is fettered by no rules, and by no obligation of speaking truth. There is infinitely more invention in history, which has no merit if devoid of truth, than in romances and novels, which pretend to none." (from the author's postscript) There was also a substantial editor's note at the beginning explaining Walpole and his effect on literature. His &lt;i&gt;Castle of Otranto&lt;/i&gt; is considered the first gothic novel, so I will have to check that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="bioDefinition" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not all the tales caught my fancy, nor did I really understand them all, as they were full of absurd names, references that there was no way I would understand, but mostly I found them fun. "A New Arabian Night's Entertainment" was a variation on the spinning a good tale to save one's life story. "The Peach in Brandy - A Milesian Tale"was quite gruesome, but was written for friends, so maybe they thought it was funny. I think my favorite was "Mi Li. A Chinese Fairy Tale" where it is foretold that a prince will be unhappy unless he marries a princess whose name is the same as her father's dominions. The conditions of the foretelling are muddled over the years, so the prince goes looking for the wrong bride all over the world. The tales are full of little commentaries, like in this one: "...for it is death in China to mislead the heir of the crown through ignorance. To do it knowingly is no crime, any more than in other countries." or "What could She do? Nothing but what a Woman always does in critical cases -- that is nothing." (OK sexist, but could apply to anyone.) I also really like "A True Love Story" - with a twist, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bioDefinition" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I love being a librarian! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bioDefinition"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3276455337981762475?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3276455337981762475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3276455337981762475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3276455337981762475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3276455337981762475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/hieroglyphic-tales-by-horace-walpole.html' title='Hieroglyphic Tales by Horace Walpole (1785)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-62950070631117793</id><published>2011-01-02T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:18:47.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ireland fiction'/><title type='text'>In the Company of Others by Jan Karon (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Jan Karon and her Mitford books with Father Tim Kavanagh and eventually his wife Cynthia and their adopted son Dooley were a balm to my mother and my own soul during my mother's illness. They were suggested by a bookstore worker in Rochester, MN, while I was waiting for Mom to recover at Mayo Clinic. I would usually quickly turn away from a Christian focused "religious" book, but for some reason Tim Kavanagh's (or more accurately Jan Karon's) brand of religion did not raise my hackles, but soothed instead. Though this particular book had nothing to do with Christmas, it felt good to be reading it at Christmas time - instead of some murder mystery. Father Tim and Cynthia go to Ireland for vacation, but of course get totally enmeshed in the people's lives with which they are staying. As in the Mitford stories, the cast of characters is large and diverse and interrelated in complex ways. Plus there are numerous references to those at home - most of which I remember, though it has been a while since I read about them - all before 2005, when I started this blog. Liam and Anna Conor run the B&amp;amp;B they stay at. There is an unhappy daughter, a nasty mother in a castle next door, problems from the past. And then to make things more confusing, but also interesting, Tim and Cynthia start reading a family journal, that no one else has had the patience to read, of a 19th century ancestor, who built the castle. So there are a lot of stories going on. I actually like this, because other books bother me when all you see is a few people and it sounds like they have no connection with all the people that have been in their lives before. Plus Father Tim believes that people can change and heal with the help of God and prayer to God. The way Karon describes prayer, it makes sense to me, and I am almost willing to try it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-62950070631117793?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/62950070631117793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=62950070631117793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/62950070631117793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/62950070631117793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-company-of-others-by-jan-karon-2010.html' title='In the Company of Others by Jan Karon (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6485386314666727539</id><published>2011-01-02T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:58:00.754-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youngadult fantasy'/><title type='text'>Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins (2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I wanted to check out other things by Suzanne Collins, as I loved her Hunger Games. Gregor and his baby sister Boots fall through a hole in the laundry room into an underground world populated by humans, roaches, bats, rats, and spiders, though all the animals are human sized and do not all play well together. Gregor is asked to take up a quest, which he does. I liked the world that Collins created, though the character was a bit young for me (12). I am not sure I will look up the rest of these books, but listening to one was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6485386314666727539?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6485386314666727539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6485386314666727539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6485386314666727539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6485386314666727539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/gregor-overlander-by-suzanne-collins.html' title='Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins (2003)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4814549140966793098</id><published>2011-01-02T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:51:08.187-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery  books SanFrancisco'/><title type='text'>The Lies that Bind by Kate Carlisle (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I picked this up because it said "A Bibliophile Mystery." The main character is Brooklyn Wainwright - named after the place where she was conceived during the intermission of a Grateful Dead show. She restores old books and teaches bookbinding at the Bay Area Book Arts Center. (This had me looking up classes at our local book arts center.) But, she keeps stumbling onto dead and injured bodies. For a while it just seemed too much, but then the victims were tied together nicely in the end. Some of the characters were a bit over the top - the bitchy, sexy director of BABA, the hunky security guy that Brooklyn almost has a relationship with, the lesbian artist neighbors, the hippie parents, but the mix actually worked. And I loved the details on bookbinding and rare books.  I will have to read the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4814549140966793098?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4814549140966793098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4814549140966793098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4814549140966793098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4814549140966793098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/lies-that-bind-by-kate-carlisle-2010.html' title='The Lies that Bind by Kate Carlisle (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8255504830498297754</id><published>2011-01-02T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:32:05.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note'/><title type='text'>2010 in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I feel this has been another good book reading year. By numbers it looks like I read a few less than last year, though I have to add in a few that I finished over vacation. Some of my favorite authors had new books out this year. I enjoyed Allende's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Island Beneath the Sea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, Chevalier's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Remarkable Creatures&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, Kostova's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Swan Thieves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; (OK, only her 2nd book), Sue Monk Kidd's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Traveling with Pomegranates&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, Larsson's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, Mankell's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Man from Beijing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;. The last two are Swedish authors I have been reading, though Larrson has died and will be writing no more. I didn't overdo it with Nora Roberts - just six this year including the two J.D. Robb books, and a few Janet Evanovich. Baldacci continues to be one of my favorite thriller authors, tough I thought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Deliver us From Evil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; was too gruesome. I found a few new authors I liked - Julie Orringer's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Invisible Bridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; (Hungarian Jews in WWII), Jean Kwok's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Girl in Translation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;, and Helen Simonson's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Major Pettigrew's Last Stand &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;wasn't bad either. The last two were about immigrants - Chinese in New York, Pakistani people in Britain. I kept reading young adult and a few children's books. Neil Gaimon still a favorite, discovered Rick Riordan's series based on Greek gods, Unwind by Neal Shusterman was interesting. Read very few non fiction books (those for work don't get into this list). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When Everything Changed: The Amazing Journey of American Women from 1960 6o the Present&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; helped me put myself into the chronology of the women's movement. It looks like I only read one classic - by Somerset Maugham. I hope to devote more time to rereading, or reading for the first time, some of the classics. Got to work on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/bigread/top100.shtml" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; BBC 100 best books list&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8255504830498297754?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8255504830498297754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8255504830498297754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8255504830498297754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8255504830498297754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-in-review.html' title='2010 in Review'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7741342474327355694</id><published>2010-12-27T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T10:09:17.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art historicalfiction Paris Belgium tapestries'/><title type='text'>The Lady and the Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier (2003)</title><content type='html'>I reread this book, because I got to see the real Lady and the Unicorn tapestries in Paris last month. I remember loving the book the first time (I read it before I started this blog), but was frustrated that the book did not contain images of the tapestries themselves. When I gave it as a gift to a friend for Christmas, I located images in books and on the Internet, and created a booklet of images for her to go along with the book. The version I now read had at least partial images of all six tapestries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tapestries really were amazing. They are hanging in a separate room at the Musee National du Moyen Age - formerly the Musee de Cluny, now the Museum of the Middle Ages. They are quite powerful, each containing a lady, sometimes with a lady in waiting, and a unicorn and a lion. Each tapestry represents one of the senses - sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, and the last one is My Soul's Desire. I had a period in life where I loved and collected unicorns and books and stories about unicorns. They are definitely fascinating, phallic, mysterious. I did not remember much about the lions (they are barely mentioned in the book and are not depicted in the partial illustrations of the tapestries in my book), but I was surprised at their docileness, even goofiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered really liking this book about the artist, who painted the originals for each tapestry, which would then have to be rendered into large cartoons to place under the looms of the weavers in Belgium, who would then weave the images row by row, never seeing the whole until the tapestry was done. I had forgotten much of the details, and after the convoluted museum brochure that spent most of its energy describing the controversial interpretations of the sixth tapestry, I decided it was just time to reread this book. I knew it was based on as much truth as Chevalier could unearth, and the rest was just a good story about romance and medieval life, and the art of creating tapestries, that I still found intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist Nicolas des Innocents is a portrait painter commissioned to paint the original tapestry paintings, and he convinces the lady of the house Genevieve to ask her husband Jean le Viste for ladies with unicorns instead of battle scenes for the tapestries. Their daughter Claude falls for this rouge of and artist, but of course they must be kept apart. Nicolas goes with the merchant Leon Le Vieux to Brussles, to bring the paintings, get the commission started. He stays a while and helps Philippe work on the cartoons and is fascinated by the blind daughter Alienor of the weavers Georges and Christine. These human encounters give the story of the plot, which otherwise would be simply:&amp;nbsp; rich lord commissions tapestries and they are woven by a workshop of weavers. What gives the book its richness are the details of making a tapestry - getting the right colored wools, how they are sorted and wound into hanks, how various weavers sit all day at the looms, and then at night the women sew the weaving together. I had heard of guilds in my history of Latvia, and there are still the Big Guild and Little Guild building in old Riga, but now I had more sense of how they functioned. They regulated their members, but also insured quality and supported each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, 500 years later, I could still feast my eyes on the work of the artists and craftsmen, who are maybe still anonymous, but I have a sense that Chevalier has brought them to life, and I am left with a feeling that Chevalier's characters are the real authors of the tapestries I saw in Paris. Plus fun to keep reading about Paris after visiting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7741342474327355694?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7741342474327355694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7741342474327355694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7741342474327355694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7741342474327355694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/lady-and-unicorn-by-tracy-chevalier.html' title='The Lady and the Unicorn by Tracy Chevalier (2003)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2059059911913995216</id><published>2010-12-20T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:28:41.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juliet by Ann Fortier (2010)</title><content type='html'>Wonderful mix of history and today's world, but actually both fiction. Juliet of today finds out that she may be the descendant from the "real" Juliet of Romeo and Juliet, which was supposedly based on a real story of star crossed lovers. Today's Juliet goes to Italy and has wild adventures, follows clues left by her deceased mother, falls in love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2059059911913995216?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2059059911913995216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2059059911913995216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2059059911913995216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2059059911913995216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/juliet-by-ann-fortier-2010.html' title='Juliet by Ann Fortier (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1665572952781163706</id><published>2010-12-20T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:13:12.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day by David Nicholls (2009)</title><content type='html'>We follow Emma and Dexter through twenty years on one day each year. It starts with their graduation day from college and follows the ups and downs of their lives, as they discover what they really want to do, and as they discover what they mean to each other. Not great, but some good observations on youth, searching for one's place in the world, the power of friendship, not giving up on each other, etc. At times I wanted the book to speed up, but in the end I was quite enamored of both characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1665572952781163706?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1665572952781163706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1665572952781163706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1665572952781163706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1665572952781163706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/one-day-by-david-nicholls-2009.html' title='One Day by David Nicholls (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8188462535910264670</id><published>2010-12-20T11:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T11:04:51.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable Creatures by Tracy Chevalier (2010)</title><content type='html'>Another amazing historical fiction book by Tracy Chevalier. This time she takes the historical figure of Mary Anning, who discovered many unique fossils on the beaches of Lyme Regis, England in the 19th century. Since she is a woman and not an officially schooled scientist, she is not taken seriously, nor can she participate in scholarly discussions, but her discoveries provide the basis for a lot of work by scientists in her time. The story is partially told from Mary's point of view, and partially from Elizabeth Philpot, a gentlewoman who also is intrigued by fossils and who helps Mary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8188462535910264670?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8188462535910264670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8188462535910264670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8188462535910264670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8188462535910264670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/remarkable-creatures-by-tracy-chevalier.html' title='Remarkable Creatures by Tracy Chevalier (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2649342134890511665</id><published>2010-12-20T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:54:57.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl in Translation by Jean Kwok (2010)</title><content type='html'>Wonderful book about the immigrant spirit. A brilliant young Chinese girl lives in an unheated apartment and works after school in a garment factory, but perseveres in school and proves to all that she can overcome all her circumstances and become successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2649342134890511665?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2649342134890511665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2649342134890511665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2649342134890511665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2649342134890511665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/girl-in-translation-by-jean-kwok-2010.html' title='Girl in Translation by Jean Kwok (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1166031254091285505</id><published>2010-12-08T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:04:16.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly by Patricia Polacco (2000)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just saw this book lying around the library - by one of my favorite childrens' book authors. Seems like I am still drawn to France, and France during WWII. It seems that Polacco has a never ending supply of relatives, that played an important role in history, but then again, I like getting the history of the world through Polacco's eyes. This is about a girl Monique, whose mother protected Jews from Nazis in France. The butterfly is the symbol of freedom, and a German soldier crushing one symbolizes the way they crushed many a human life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1166031254091285505?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1166031254091285505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1166031254091285505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1166031254091285505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1166031254091285505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/butterfly-by-patricia-polacco-2000.html' title='The Butterfly by Patricia Polacco (2000)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1560985609762533819</id><published>2010-12-03T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:57:35.107-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fable'/><title type='text'>The Lion and the Mouse by Jerry Pinkney (2009)</title><content type='html'>Just grabbed the latest Caldecott Medal winner and found it was by an old favorite - Pinkney. This worldless book is just gorgeously illustrated - and it too is one of my favorite of Aesop's fables about the tiny mouse saving the lion from the poacher's net.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1560985609762533819?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1560985609762533819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1560985609762533819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1560985609762533819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1560985609762533819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/12/lion-and-mouse-by-jerry-pinkney-2009.html' title='The Lion and the Mouse by Jerry Pinkney (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3372040573555971956</id><published>2010-11-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T11:26:11.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latvia mystery'/><title type='text'>The Dogs of Riga by Henning Mankell (1992, translation 2001)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This was a good book to read on the plane, and somewhat appropriate for a  trip to Europe. Mankell is the Swedish mystery writer with his trusted  cop character Kurt Wallender. The interesting part of this book is that it happens in Latvia in  early 1991, when the fate of Latvia was unclear and when Riga was  still a dark and bleak city. Mankell does a great job of describing  that. I remember how weird it was for me to pull into Riga on the eve of  &lt;span class="Object" id="OBJ_PREFIX_DWT8"&gt;&lt;span class="Object" id="OBJ_PREFIX_DWT10"&gt;December 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, 1987 and find just three pathetic blue stars hanging above the main boulevard - the only &lt;span class="Object" id="OBJ_PREFIX_DWT9"&gt;&lt;span class="Object" id="OBJ_PREFIX_DWT11"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; decorations or lights of any kind besides wan street lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The story? A life raft with two well dressed dead guys comes ashore in Sweden and  Wallender is responsible for finding out what happened. Once they make the  search world wide, they find these are two Latvian drug smugglers, and a  detective from Latvia gets involved. When the case is returned to  Latvia, the Latvian detective is killed and Wallender is asked to come  over to Latvia. Here he meets the detective's wife Baiba Liepa, who appears in at least one further Wallender novel. The Latvian police seem to work under alternative procedures and supposedly find the guilty party, so Wallender can go home. Something doesn't feel right to him and some Latvians in the Swedish emigre  community help Wallendeer out, though those names no longer sounded  Latvian. I thought the smugglers were were meant to be ethnic  Russians had very Latvian names - but those are just minor details. This story had more chill to it than the others if I recall correctly, but I  definitely intend to read more of his work. I guess there was some controversy in Latvia about the way Latvia was portrayed, but the police really were corrupt, the city really was bleak, and the fate of the country was definitely unclear, so I think he got all those points down. And Hotel Latvia was a weird place to stay - I can attest to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3372040573555971956?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3372040573555971956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3372040573555971956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3372040573555971956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3372040573555971956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/dogs-of-riga-by-henning-mankell-1992.html' title='The Dogs of Riga by Henning Mankell (1992, translation 2001)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2375186876878963338</id><published>2010-11-07T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T14:11:09.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jews WorldWarII Hungary historical'/><title type='text'>Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer (2010)</title><content type='html'>Amazing book, one of my books of the year for 2010. Heavy, but always with a ray of hope. The book begins in 1938 (I think), just at the bring of World War II, when Andras Levi from Hungary, gets the opportunity to study architecture in Paris. (Since I am leaving for Paris in a few days, this just seemed more than a coincidence.) He meets a wonderful woman - Klara, a ballet instructor from Hungary - and falls in love. Luckily the first half of the book is about this fairly pleasant time in Paris, the trials of studying architecture, the friendships of Andres with three other Jewish men, the love story.&amp;nbsp; We slowly see the growth of antisemitism, and when the war breaks out, Andras and Klara are forced to return to Hungary, where the Jewish men are forced to work in work brigades. We keep seeing the evolution of the Nazi war against the Jews - taking away one privilege after another, executing them, hoarding them into ghettos, sending them off to concentration camps. This was very hard to listen to, and there were times when I just had to stop the book. I even listened to another book in between, this got too heavy for me. I kept trying to remember the exact dates of various parts of the war, and kept hoping the calendar would speed up, so that Germany would be defeated and our heroes be OK. But time kept dragging - not the book itself, it just took its time showing us the various aspects of the Jewish and the general population's suffering in Hungary, how some tried to escape to Palestine, a bit about German officers and some of their proclivities, the corruption. The work in the woods and elsewhere was difficult, the food meager. My parents did not suffer to that extent, but my mother did work in the woods of Germany after the war, and they all suffered major food shortages. I wonder if anyone has written a novel about the Jews in Latvia. I was glad to learn a bit more about Hungary and Budpest and some of the surrounding areas, but it would also be interesting to hear a novelized version of the same time frame in Latvia from a Jewish perspective. I am sure there would be many similarities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2375186876878963338?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2375186876878963338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2375186876878963338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2375186876878963338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2375186876878963338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/invisible-bridge-by-julie-orringer-2010.html' title='Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-613067352074920949</id><published>2010-11-07T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:42:28.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat Wave by Richard Castle (2010)</title><content type='html'>This was a good idea, so I picked it up, but was so poorly executed, I didn't get more than a quarter of the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Castle is a character on the TV show &lt;i&gt;Castle&lt;/i&gt;, which I enjoy. On the show, he is a well know mystery novel writer, who got permission to tail Detective Kate Beckett of the NY Police Department. Of course sparks fly between them, they actually work pretty well together, but the relationship doesn't get beyond that, just as between Brennan and Boothe in &lt;i&gt;Bones&lt;/i&gt;. Out of the things Castle sees, he gets ideas for more books and publishes one called &lt;i&gt;Heat Wave,&lt;/i&gt; where Nikki Heat is a thinly disguised Kate Beckett. Much of the subplot revolves around the publishing of the book, whether Beckett will read it or not, Castle's fame, etc. So, someone had the brilliant idea to actually publish a book called &lt;i&gt;Heat Wave&lt;/i&gt; supposedly by Richard Castle. The idea was good, the execution of it very poor. If he was such a famous author, I would hope he would also be a decent writer. This was written like a parody of one of the TV scripts for the series. Nathan  Fillion can give one look that says it all, but when they try to put it in words, it comes out all wrong. It might have been better if Fillion had been the one reading the audio book, as he could put some of the feeling into it, but the reader just makes it sound cheap. The other thing I miss is the richness of character. I especially miss Castle's scenes at home with his daughter and mother. He always learns something from them that he can apply to the case at hand. Maybe they showed up later in the book, but I didn't have the energy to go any further with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-613067352074920949?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/613067352074920949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=613067352074920949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/613067352074920949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/613067352074920949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/11/heat-wave-by-richard-castle-2010.html' title='Heat Wave by Richard Castle (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1540669716627094335</id><published>2010-10-04T08:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:04:42.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical Haiti NewOrleans slavery'/><title type='text'>Island Beneath the Sea by Isabel Allende (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Allende does a wonderful job of bringing to life places and historic times. Haiti, Cuba and New Orleans, and the story of a slave girl who ends her life free. Amazing, may be my book of the year. I think I wrote it up on paper somewhere - just have to find it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1540669716627094335?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1540669716627094335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1540669716627094335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1540669716627094335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1540669716627094335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/island-beneath-sea-by-isabel-allende.html' title='Island Beneath the Sea by Isabel Allende (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7888170125815449568</id><published>2010-10-04T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:01:09.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliver Us from Evil by David Baldacci (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Baldacci continues to be a great story teller. This one was a bit gruesome for me, as they go after a Nazi torturer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7888170125815449568?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7888170125815449568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7888170125815449568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7888170125815449568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7888170125815449568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/deliver-us-from-evil-by-david-baldacci.html' title='Deliver Us from Evil by David Baldacci (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1186842604394842235</id><published>2010-10-04T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:56:36.552-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LosAngeles'/><title type='text'>This is Where We Live by Janelle Brown (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, definitely a novel of the times. A young couple run into the current economic crisis, as their mortgage (in LA) balloons and their promising careers stall out. Jeremy the musician, who can't quite finish an album, has a past girlfriend Aoki, an exotic and quirky artist - and you know she will reappear in his life. Claudia, a film director, is crushed when her first film bombs and she is forced to take a job teaching film at an elite private school. I am sorry, for most of the world to get a decent paying job on a moments notice in a great setting would be miracle enough, and she never appreciates it. I spent way too much time during the novel feeling uncomfortable - with the actual economic crisis, the choices the characters were making, the way they were thinking. There were parts I liked, such as Jeremy watching a family with crying kids in a store and hoping he never has kids, and then later seeing a father with his daughter and realizing how wonderful it can be to have a family, but&amp;nbsp; I will not be looking for more books by this author, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1186842604394842235?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1186842604394842235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1186842604394842235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1186842604394842235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1186842604394842235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-where-we-live-by-janelle-brown.html' title='This is Where We Live by Janelle Brown (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6910926309834983653</id><published>2010-09-28T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:31:36.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzling Sixteen by Janet Envanovich (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I used to think the titles had something to do with the content of the book, but at this point it is just keeping count of Stephanie Plum's adventures. This time it is cousin Vinnie that has been kidnapped for major gambling debts. Stephanie saves the day with the help of Lula and Connie and Morelli and Ranger, of course. I was glad to see Connie play a bigger role this time. Hobbit con-goers added extra color. Don't want to read too many of these, but once in a while, especially on trips, they work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6910926309834983653?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6910926309834983653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6910926309834983653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6910926309834983653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6910926309834983653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/sizzling-sixteen-by-janet-envanovich.html' title='Sizzling Sixteen by Janet Envanovich (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2120511819074328472</id><published>2010-09-28T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:24:51.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindered in Death by J.D. Robb (2009)</title><content type='html'>One more thrilling ride with Lt. Eve Dallas, Roarke and company. This time the first murder victim is the 16 year old daughter of the police captain MacMasters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2120511819074328472?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2120511819074328472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2120511819074328472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2120511819074328472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2120511819074328472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/kindered-in-death-by-jd-robb-2009.html' title='Kindered in Death by J.D. Robb (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4280018999092870220</id><published>2010-09-28T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:21:40.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>Major Pettigrew's Last Stand by Helen Simonson (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This book really grew on me. Major Pettigrew is a somewhat pompous English widower, with a new generation son and his fiance. The Major enjoys talking to a shopkeeper of Pakistani descent, Jasmina Ali, who is not accepted in his circles. Very interesting to watch their friendship grow and his strength to stand up to his circle of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4280018999092870220?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4280018999092870220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4280018999092870220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4280018999092870220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4280018999092870220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/major-pettigrews-last-stand-by-helen.html' title='Major Pettigrew&apos;s Last Stand by Helen Simonson (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-2097803053947321040</id><published>2010-09-25T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:48:55.388-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy fairy-tale'/><title type='text'>Stardust by Neil Gaiman (1999)</title><content type='html'>I thought I was done with Neil Gaiman for a while, but he reappeared in my reading life. As I was cleaning my house, I came upon a bag of audio books I had lent a friend. As I was putting the books away, I discovered two books my friend had added to share with me. One was this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fairy tales written for adults, and Neil Gaiman again comes up with these unique ideas. What if the land of fairy was just on the other side of wall outside of the town of Wall, and no one was allowed to pass through the gap in the wall, except once every nine (or was it seven) years, when the fairy folk came and set up a fair. And then, what if a falling star was not just a lump of metal, but a girl. And what if a half human, half fairy boy decides to go after the fallen star. Anyway, lots of great characters, lots of recognizable fairy tale elements, with unique twists and turns. I don't think I have ever heard in a fairy tale that the many descendants of a monarch killed each other off for the throne till only one was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that a movie had been made of this book, so I rented that last night and thoroughly enjoyed it, with all its deviations from the book. I missed the part where the heart was no longer useful to the witches,  as it was given to someone else in love. (I left this cryptic, as it is a  spoiler.) I liked Neil Gaiman explaining how he felt guilty when he just dreamed up the flying ship (captained by a great Robert De Niro) and then watched a huge create the ship as a set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-2097803053947321040?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2097803053947321040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=2097803053947321040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2097803053947321040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/2097803053947321040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/stardust-by-neil-gaiman-1999.html' title='Stardust by Neil Gaiman (1999)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8225191505979609560</id><published>2010-09-19T16:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:03:34.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><title type='text'>Fantasy in Death by JD Robb (2010)</title><content type='html'>I knew I needed something to keep me awake in some of the long stretches of my trip, so I chose one of the latest JD Robb books. Roberts again amazes me at getting into another world - this time of gamers and their cons (conferences.) Maybe a real gamer would tell me this was all bogus but it seemed quite realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of four partners in an up and coming gaming company - YouPlay - is killed while playing one of the games they are developing. Though Lt. Eve Dallas and detective Peabody are the main investigators, this time the tech department with Mc Nabb and Feeney and of course involving Roarke, is the focus. Psychologist Mira comes in briefly as does (past death doctor) Morris. There is one social event - Nadine First's book party, where we briefly see Mavis, Leonardo and the hair and make-up artist. Dallas is almost on time for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pace was different. Usually I can count on 3 murders. There was only one and one attempt. All good to keep one guessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8225191505979609560?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8225191505979609560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8225191505979609560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8225191505979609560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8225191505979609560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/fantasy-in-death-by-jd-robb-2010.html' title='Fantasy in Death by JD Robb (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7576455938550596045</id><published>2010-09-19T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:37:36.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man from Beijing by Henning Mankell (2010)</title><content type='html'>Fascinating. This book doesn't follow the standard patterns. It starts with a man visiting a small village in northern Sweden and finding everyone murdered. Then we see judge Brigita Roselund realizing her mother's adoptive parents lived in this small village and since she has just been told to take some time off for high blood pressure, so she goes up to check out hte village. She becomes the main character that ties this disparate world wide story all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow can't imagine an American novel talking about idealistic youth days when they were all entralled with China's communism and Mao, some even officially joining the communists. This feels very European or Scandinavian. Brigita's friend Karin became so enamored of the Chinese, that she made her life's work out of studying China and attends a conference in Beijing during the novel with Brigit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story manages to traverse four continents and teach me something about each. I still know so little about China. This book provided Mankell the opportunity to speculate about conversations happening at the top levels of the Chinese government about the many poor in the rural disctricts, the corruption as money flowed into the country surrounding the Olympics. The different approaches - more traditional Maoist and others with the goal of helping all and the new capitalism. I guess I have heard that the Chinese have developed relationships with Africa, but are they really planning to send massive numbers of Chinese to populate fertile, underdeveloped areas in Africa? Mozambique&amp;nbsp; and Zambia were visited and we saw a different take on Mugabe.&amp;nbsp; I should learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most facinating was the historical flash back to the ancestors of two of the main Chinese characters Hung Cho and Ja Roo, who were forced to flee their rural homes, were dragged to America and put to work on building the railroad across the continent under horibble conditions. The ancestors traveled across America, then to England and then back to China. They befriended some Swedish missionaries and we even get a glimpse into this strange phenomenon of bringing Christianity to China. I felt there were strong parallels to the way they were prostelizing to some other parts of the book - to the early zealousness of the Swedish communists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a bit more about the criminal courts in Sweden. I also kept wishing for a map, but I now really get how close southern Sweden is to Denmark &amp;amp; Copenjhagen, and that Helsingborg is some place down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brigit was an interesting character - middle aged, grown children, distancing relationship with husband, likes her job though it gets stressful. And then she gets involved in the mass murder story, not realizing she is the one putting it all together. She is not really being the detective, though she does a bit of sleuthing in the beginning and passes it on to not very receptive police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a very disjointed review, but these are impressions about the book I scribbled down in the car after listening to it. I think I don't want to give the plot away, by even indicating the connections, but it was a fascinating romp through Sweden, China, US, and Africa mostly in the present, but going back 150 years or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7576455938550596045?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7576455938550596045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7576455938550596045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7576455938550596045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7576455938550596045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/man-from-beijing-by-henning-mankell.html' title='The Man from Beijing by Henning Mankell (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1554753469392985148</id><published>2010-08-24T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:32:18.543-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='King Arthur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youngadult fantasy greek-mythology'/><title type='text'>I am Morgan leFay by Nancy Springer (2001)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Subtitle: A Tale form Camelot. Reading of this book came out of a reference question, where a professor had written her doctoral dissertation about Morgan le Fay. I wanted to read something simpler about her and found this book by Nancy Springer, who used to be one of my favorite fantasy/science fiction authors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;We see Morgan as a little girl, losing her father, then taken away with her sister by the nurse to be kept safe and raised in magic. She does fall in love, but her lover is destroyed, even though she tries to protect him, which makes her bitter. Plus we learn why she has no love for her half brother Arthur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This was great - both  seeing some of the well known characters from King Arthur's story from a  different angle, plus an explanation of some of the magic behind the  stories. I think I want to read the I am Mordred story too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1554753469392985148?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1554753469392985148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1554753469392985148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1554753469392985148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1554753469392985148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-morgan-lefay-by-nancy-springer.html' title='I am Morgan leFay by Nancy Springer (2001)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1020252073066803452</id><published>2010-07-11T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:03:25.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Rains (2010): Second Nature(1985) &amp; Lessons Learned (1986) by Nora Roberts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I should look at these more carefully before I buy them. &lt;i&gt;Second Nature&lt;/i&gt; I had read a while ago, looks like before I started this blog, but I didn't recognize until almost the end - when we were getting near the surprise I knew what was going to happen, and not because I am good at second guessing plots, but because I had read or heard this before. And &lt;i&gt;Lessons Learned&lt;/i&gt; I listened to just a couple of months ago. Oh well. Second nature was about a reporter, who is intrigued by a reclusive horror fiction writer. She finds out he will be at a small writers conference and when they first meet, they do not disclose to each other who they are. Instant attraction. But again, Roberts just tells a good story. I didn't even spend too much time saying to one or the other characters - get on with it stupid, she/he loves you. I am also sensitive to the fact that two people in love who live in very different lifestyles have to make some major changes to be together.&lt;/span&gt; I always check the dates, as this was before you could find out everything about somebody on the Internet, these two writers used typewriters, and no cell phones. Wonder if this will seem quaint to the millenials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1020252073066803452?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1020252073066803452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1020252073066803452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1020252073066803452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1020252073066803452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweet-rains-2010-second-nature1985.html' title='Sweet Rains (2010): Second Nature(1985) &amp; Lessons Learned (1986) by Nora Roberts'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3584339185177924489</id><published>2010-07-11T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:54:32.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coraline by Neil Gaiman (2002), graphic novel (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;One more eerie tale by Gaiman, which I found in two places in our library - the other copy was a graphic novel form of this story illustrated by P. Craig Russell. I took both out and read one chapter in this book, then reread it in the graphic novel format. Very close. About midway I decided to stop reading the normal book and just go with the visual - it was faster. I realize I have never been into horror and scary tales. Never a Steven King fan. But I liked the &lt;i&gt;Graveyard Book&lt;/i&gt;. I really liked hearing Neil Gaiman accept an award, which is why I decided to read some more of his books, but they are not all my type. Interestingly enough, I just reread a Nora Roberts book about a horror fiction writer. She addresses the question - what are horror writers like? Turns out they can be very normal family men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3584339185177924489?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3584339185177924489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3584339185177924489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3584339185177924489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3584339185177924489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/coraline-by-neil-gaiman-2002-graphic.html' title='Coraline by Neil Gaiman (2002), graphic novel (2008)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-9031782494446943794</id><published>2010-07-02T13:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:39:14.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberry Girl by Neil Gaiman (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is a wonderful prayer for a still unborn daughter with beautiful illustrations by Charles Vess. He first asked the fates to be kind,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Keep her from spindles and sleeps at 16,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Grant her the wisdom to choose her path right,&lt;br /&gt;Free from unkindness and fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep,&lt;br /&gt;Let her grow like a week in the sun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What a great prayer to a child!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-9031782494446943794?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9031782494446943794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=9031782494446943794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/9031782494446943794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/9031782494446943794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/blueberry-girl-by-neil-gaiman-2009.html' title='Blueberry Girl by Neil Gaiman (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8936158245799685506</id><published>2010-07-02T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:30:13.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wolves in the Walls by Neil Gaiman (2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Illustrated by Dave McKean. Another great kids book by Gaiman. He definitely gets kids and has a great imagination. Lucy seems to be hearing wolves in the walls, though no one else believes her. She has her puppet pig, after the pig puppet owned by the illustrator's son. Just enjoy. A bit like Imogene and her antlers (by David Small).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8936158245799685506?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8936158245799685506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8936158245799685506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8936158245799685506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8936158245799685506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/wolves-in-walls-by-neil-gaiman-2003.html' title='The Wolves in the Walls by Neil Gaiman (2003)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3247809283484266976</id><published>2010-07-02T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:10:09.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangerous Alphabet by Neil Gaiman (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Grimly illustrated by Gris Grimly (his name had to influence his artistic style). Two brave kids and their gazelle travel mostly by boat through a dangerous world of trolls, monsters, and other nasty creatures. Seems like many authors are drawn to create an alphabet book, but this one is definitely different. May not be the best way to learn one's alphabet. I liked "C is the way that we find and we look; ... G is for Good as in hero, and morning; ... L is like 'heaven, their last destination; ... U are the reader who shivers with dread;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3247809283484266976?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3247809283484266976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3247809283484266976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3247809283484266976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3247809283484266976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/dangerous-alphabet-by-neil-gaiman-2008.html' title='The Dangerous Alphabet by Neil Gaiman (2008)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7914249026624873816</id><published>2010-07-02T12:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:53:59.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Swapped my Dad for Two Goldfish by Neil Gaiman (2001)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just watched a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carnegiegreenaway.org.uk/2010awards/media_ceremony.php?file=1" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;video clip of Neil Gaiman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; accepting the Carnegie medal for his Graveyard Book, which I have read, So I thought I would take a look at some of his other books, starting with picture books. This has his wonderful sense of humor and attention to detail. I liked that in his video he had started the Graveyard Book 25 years ago, while watching his todler ride around a graveyard on his tricycle. But he didn't complete the book then, because he didn't have enough experience as a parent. You can see he has plenty of experience as a parent in this book, where a boy swaps his newspaper reading dad for two goldfish. When his mom makes him get back his dad, we get to see many childhoods. Great illustrations by Dave McKean. Wonder who Queen of Malanesia is? Saw her mentioned in one of the other books too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7914249026624873816?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7914249026624873816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7914249026624873816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7914249026624873816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7914249026624873816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-i-swapped-my-dad-for-two-goldfish.html' title='The Day I Swapped my Dad for Two Goldfish by Neil Gaiman (2001)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8438831974175563720</id><published>2010-07-02T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:55:10.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest by Stieg Larsson (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Wonderful final volume of Stieg Larsson's Millennium Trilogy of Mikael Blomkvist and Lisbeth Salender (she calls him  Mikael f@#%ing Blomkvist), two of my favorite book characters ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8438831974175563720?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8438831974175563720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8438831974175563720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8438831974175563720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8438831974175563720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/girl-who-kicked-hornets-nest-by-stieg.html' title='Girl Who Kicked the Hornet&apos;s Nest by Stieg Larsson (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-4111163896339313799</id><published>2010-07-02T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T11:49:06.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collectors by David Baldacci (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Had to reread this one after listening to Camel Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/search?q=collectors" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; My previous post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; (can't remember how to get to the individual post URL). Even though it is less than 3 years since I first read this, I had forgotten a lot of details. Enjoyed it again, especially as I know the characters better. Looks like Annabelle's story gets completed in the next book. May need to reread that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-4111163896339313799?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4111163896339313799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=4111163896339313799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4111163896339313799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/4111163896339313799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/collectors-by-david-baldacci-2006.html' title='The Collectors by David Baldacci (2006)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-7245377123373537779</id><published>2010-07-02T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:47:01.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camel Club by David Baldacci (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I recently realized I hadn't read the first of the Baldacci Camel Club books, so I picked this up and was not disappointed. This is where we are introduced to those four great characters - Oliver Stone (not his real name, old CIA operative that has gone into hiding by living as a caretaker of a graveyard in the DC area, but who watches over the government by having an official protest tent near the White House), Caleb (works in the Library of Congress rare book room - love him for obvious reasons), Milton (computer whiz with Tourette syndrome and a girlfriend, neither of which is mentioned in later books), and Reuben (the big strong guy.) Secret Service agent Alex Ford also becomes an honorary member and appears in later books. This is a story of terrorism and major governmental corruption. Some people just believe they are above the law. (This parallels nicely with the Stieg Larrson book I listened to next.)&amp;nbsp; The Camel Club meets regularily to discuss possible conspiracies, and during one of their meetings on Theodore Roosevelt Island (I've actually been there) they witness a murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This was a definitely post 9-11 book, trying to understand the Muslim and terrorist mentality. There were some good passages on why some Muslims felt so desperate, why they were willing to sacrifice their lives. I especially like the female nanny and conversations with her inane employer. The event orchestrated by the conspiracy was very surprising - Baldacci sure knows how to spin a tale. I also found it funny, when they needed to send the Secret Service on a trivial task, they were sent to guard the Latvian delegation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-7245377123373537779?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7245377123373537779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=7245377123373537779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7245377123373537779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/7245377123373537779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/camel-club-by-david-baldacci-2005.html' title='Camel Club by David Baldacci (2005)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-1612503340362811920</id><published>2010-05-28T11:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:43:08.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveling with Pomegranates by Sue Monk Kidd and Anne Kidd Taylor (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Subtitle: A Mother-Daughter Story. Since I loved Sue Monk Kidd's &lt;i&gt;A Secret Life of Bees&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Mermaid's Tale&lt;/i&gt;, I picked this up, which turns out to be a highly introspective non-fiction book by Sue Monk Kidd and her daughter. Sue is going through menopause (I can relate) and thinking about writing a novel instead of just non-fiction. Ann has just graduated from college, hasn't been accepted in the Antiquities grad program, and is searching for herself at that stage. They take a series of trips together to Greece and France, both journaling along the way, and then some years later they compiled this mother-daughter story. Very compelling, very my kind of spiritual, and as a bonus we learn about where she got the ideas for &lt;i&gt;A Secret Life of Bees&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I was listening to this book and often realized that this kind of deep contemplation was not suited to short stints on the road. This is a book I will have to reread by actually holding it in my hands. But I also need to purchase a copy and send it to a friend in Latvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-1612503340362811920?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1612503340362811920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=1612503340362811920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1612503340362811920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/1612503340362811920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/traveling-with-pomegranates-by-sue-monk.html' title='Traveling with Pomegranates by Sue Monk Kidd and Anne Kidd Taylor (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-6723481980671349859</id><published>2010-05-28T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T11:18:06.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s wolf loneliness'/><title type='text'>Big Wolf &amp; Little Wolf by Nadine Brun-Cosme &amp; Oliver Tallec (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just picked up a colorful children's book off a library cart. Big wolf lives alone under a big tree. A little blue wolf comes along, and big wolf reluctantly shares his space and food. I didn't know where this was going. Then little wolf goes away and big wolf discovers he is lonely. I realized this little book is completely hitting home for me. With my son graduating and leaving home soon, I realize that I will be lonely. Though we both have been looking forward to this change, I think there will also be a lot of emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-6723481980671349859?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6723481980671349859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=6723481980671349859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6723481980671349859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/6723481980671349859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-wolf-little-wolf-by-nadine-brun.html' title='Big Wolf &amp; Little Wolf by Nadine Brun-Cosme &amp; Oliver Tallec (2009)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-554105534911762377</id><published>2010-05-22T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T10:33:23.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usborne Book of Castles by Lesley Sims (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So I go through the exhibits at the Medieval Congress at Western Michigan, one of the few things that the university is known for internationally, and do I pick up one of the many wonderful scholarly works on the Middle Ages? No, I pick up a kid's book on castles. One of those complex, highly illustrated kid's books that explains a topic by breaking it down into parts and explaining those parts with some text, lots of drawings, photos, plans, side-bars, etc. This one even offers links off of an internet site for the book for more things to look at, and provides downloadable pictures for kids to put into reports. I liked the illustrations from medieval manuscripts, stained glass and other art of the times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am fascinated by castles and cathedrals, these large architectural structures built in an age that seems quite primitive to me, but obviously there were many skilled minds and hands back then. This book looks at castles from the early wood castles to the stone and brick ones, mostly from AD950 to 1500. Castles lost their purpose when warfare and political and social structures changed. Many were abandoned and were dismantled or became ruins. There were a couple of more periods in history where castles were built, including romantic castles of the 19th century. Though we have a lot of mansions still being built today, I don't know if any recent architecture could be considered a castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Though I know quite a bit about castles and the&amp;nbsp; lives within - from the many mostly fiction books I have read (all those fantasy books set in alternate medieval times), movies (Lord of the Rings comes to mind), and castles I have visited, this book pulled things together for me and filled in various gaps.&amp;nbsp; So here are some of the things I learned: I hadn't thought of the layout of rooms in castles and that in the beginning the living space was not very comfortable, but at some point they started focusing more on comfort. I didn't realize the great hall also functioned as a dorm or that when lords moved from castle to castle, they moved everything including furniture and most of the staff. I don't think I ever thought about what it entailed to feed a whole castle full of people. The hierarchy of people (and even birds of prey they were allowed to use for hunting) was neatly delineated, like steward- bailiff - reeve. I got an explanation of why there is a fence between jousters (so the knight knocked off his horse would not be trampled.) Before tournaments were developed they had melees, a free for all with lots of injuries and deaths. I didn't realize there were different types of horses in those days. I liked that the book mentioned castles in Japan and the Middle East too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I learned some new terms and the origin of words like heraldry, undermine, holiday, villain. I had somehow missed out on terms like fletchers, who fixed feathers to arrows. (I always wondered where they got so many arrows in movies, like Legolas in Lord of the Rings, when he said he had killed huge numbers.) I didn't know falcons lived in mews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I kept wondering throughout the book how the castles and life described fit into Latvian history. I was taught about the early wooden castles, and know the Latvian countryside is strewn with castles. The book points to only one in Latvia - Rigas pils (built 1340, rebuilt 1515). This is currently the residence of the president of Latvia. Some of the castles in Latvia are ruins, but others still function. My favorite castle in Cesvaine was built in the 1890's as a hunting lodge, so that fits in with the romantic castles built in a later age. I couldn't resist and just looked up Latvian castles and found a map of medieval castles in Latvia.They had identified 17 standing castles, 52 ruins, and 39 places where castles had stood. I have visited at least 10 of these. I would also like to see a Latvian version of the hierarchies of people. I am not ashamed to admit I like kids books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-554105534911762377?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/554105534911762377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=554105534911762377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/554105534911762377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/554105534911762377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/usborne-book-of-castles-by-lesley-sims.html' title='The Usborne Book of Castles by Lesley Sims (2002)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8799942046591468479</id><published>2010-05-22T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:19:46.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance Italy food'/><title type='text'>Lessons Learned by Nora Roberts (1986)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I haven't read a Nora Roberts in three months. She will have written five more books in this time and reissued ten others. I will never catch up - and I don't really plan to either, this is just fluff between more valuable readings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;This is definitely a 1980's book, where the man character Juliet keeps referring to herself as an 80's woman, bent on making a career, no room for a man in her life, etc. (Also, no cell phones or Internet.) She is a publicist for a publisher and has to take the gorgeous Italian chef Carlo Fanconi around the US on a book tour. Again, a glimpse into two careers - the grueling pace of book tours and a bit about being a chef.&amp;nbsp; Juliet was a bit whiny for my taste, Carlo too unbelievably perfect - sensitive, romantic, heart of gold, etc. but this is a Silhouette romance which tend to be like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;When I grasped the situation - career woman in New York with man deeply rooted in Italy, I was afraid that it would end up like the Trigiani book Brava Valentina, where the author doesn't address the huge geographic distance between the couple. Roberts does acknowledge the issue and plants a few seeds throughout the book, so that it doesn't sound implausible at the end that the couple does find a way to bridge the gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8799942046591468479?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8799942046591468479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8799942046591468479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8799942046591468479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8799942046591468479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/lessons-learned-by-nora-roberts-1986.html' title='Lessons Learned by Nora Roberts (1986)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-478219195608408019</id><published>2010-05-10T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:41:30.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction 18th-century Russia Denmark Peter-the-Great'/><title type='text'>The Tsar's Dwarf by Peter H. Fogtdal (2006, trans. 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I met the author at the banquet of the Baltic and Scandinavian studies conference in Seattle. When I found out he was a Danish novelist, I told him I had been reading some Swedish authors and what would he suggest I read from the Danes. Well, he had one of his novels translated into English - this one, and he and his companion suggested a couple more, which I hope to review as soon as I read them. We had all of them in our library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Fogtdal explained that he was fascinated by the Russian Tsar Peter the Great who he considered a psychopath. One of Peter's eccentricities was that he collected dwarfs, had a special house outfitted for them, and had forced many of them to marry each other. In his author's note Fogtdal explains that he had started a book just about Peter the Great and gotten bogged down, but when he thought of telling the story from the point of view of a dwarf, it all fell into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorine is gifted by the Danish king Frederick to Peter the Great, when he is visiting Denmark, planning military cooperation. She is saucy and intelligent, but the life of a dwarf is difficult. People constantly are laughing at her and treat dwarves as playthings, tossing them about, expecting them to be entertaining. It is a miracle that some of them found ways to be funny, learned songs and dances, but maybe it was just a mechanism for survival. Sorine (renamed Surinka for the Russians) doesn't believe in a God that would give her this fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surinka gives us a glimpse into history, as she travels from Copenhagen to St. Petersburg, spends time in a monastery, in the Tsar's Curiosity Cabinet (museum including live human specimens), and with a Polish wine merchant's family. I am definitely intrigued enough to want to read more about Peter. I do remember him as one of the fascinating characters from history, who built St. Petersburg on a swamp. He influenced Latvian history too, but I no longer recollect how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fogtdal's book felt somehow different from an American novel, like European films feel different from American ones. They seem to show more of life's tragedies, and tend to look deeper into people's souls. Though faced with atrocities, poverty, and humiliation, the spirit of the dwarf makes it through and makes my difficulties in life seem trivial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-478219195608408019?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/478219195608408019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=478219195608408019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/478219195608408019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/478219195608408019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/tsars-dwarf-by-peter-h-fogtdal-2006.html' title='The Tsar&apos;s Dwarf by Peter H. Fogtdal (2006, trans. 2008)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-3322777792527874134</id><published>2010-05-10T12:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T12:57:31.662-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science-fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youngadult'/><title type='text'>Diamond of Darkhold by Jeanne DuPrau (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Somehow I had missed this fourth book of the City of Ember series that my son and I enjoyed so much. Actually, we were very disappointed in the third book, which went back and explained how the underground city of Ember had been created, but this book didn't have half the energy and interesting twists we found in the first two books, so I think we gave up. Then the other day I saw this in the audio book shop and it looked like it picked up where the second book left off - and again it was wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Lina and Doon are two twelve year olds who discovered the secret of the City of Ember and brought the people out of the city into the devastated, but now recovering world. The people of Ember have settled in the town of Sparks, a long day's walk from the cave where they had lived for quite a few generations. They now have to face the elements of changing seasons, without the luxuries of electricity or running water, and they have to grow their own food - wheras in Ember they mostly survived on canned goods and some greenhouse grown foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Life is hard in Sparks and when Doon's father gets injured, and he buys a partial book from a traveling vendor, he starts thinking that it may be useful to return to Ember to see if anything of value could be salvaged, especially food and medicine. This leads to an extended adventure that I think would thrill most middle school readers. They end up finding something else that the elders left for the people of Ember to find and help rebuild their civilization.  I love the importance of books and the struggle to prove to others that all those squiggly lines could be of some use in a fairly harsh world. That the knowledge of others can be recorded and used by future generations. I have a few quibbles with the logic of the book - why can't they continue to go back to Ember to salvage various goods and even appliances and technology that have been lost in the outside world, but mostly it works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-3322777792527874134?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3322777792527874134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=3322777792527874134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3322777792527874134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/3322777792527874134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/diamond-of-darkhold-by-jeanne-duprau.html' title='Diamond of Darkhold by Jeanne DuPrau (2008)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13645129.post-8757810958683800295</id><published>2010-05-02T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T09:07:41.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightest Star in the Sky by Marian Keyes (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Set in Dublin, Ireland, read with an Irish accent that took a bit of getting used to, and narrated by this unknown spirit, that floats through walls, sees inside people's hearts and sees when they beat in sync. We get the stories from four flats at 66 Star Street - Katie, the one who just turned 40 and works PR with rock stars and her boyfriend Conall, a brilliant, overly busy business shark that reorganizes bought up companies. Andrei and Jan, two poles working in Ireland, who have rented the small third room to feisty Lydia, who drives a taxi and worries about her aging mother. 88 year old Jemima, who has psychic powers and her foster son Fionn, who has just gotten a job filming a gardening show. And on the lower level, Maeve and Matt, a seemingly perfect young married couple. As their lives intertwine and face various hardships and tragedies, we get to know about their lives, their pasts, their concerns, and they all grow on you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The narrator is a bit disconcerting, as we are not sure if it is death or some more benevolent spirit. And the countdown of days from 60 something, but it all makes sense in the end. I mostly enjoyed the Irish voice of the book, and I grew to care for all the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13645129-8757810958683800295?l=mairasbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8757810958683800295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13645129&amp;postID=8757810958683800295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8757810958683800295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13645129/posts/default/8757810958683800295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mairasbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/brightest-star-in-sky-by-marian-keyes.html' title='Brightest Star in the Sky by Marian Keyes (2010)'/><author><name>Maira Bundza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03947286309400080732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XFngC_oli4/Tt_iwbJ79YI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QlKe-5ADE4s/s220/Maira%2BBundza%2B2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
