5.30.2009

In spite of the weather... there are signs of spring...

Here and there around the joint:

First, Mad Max enjoying spring freedom:



Then some apple Blossoms...



And more apple blossoms...



And finally, one little tulip, days past its prime:



I know it's hard to see but I sorta like the mix between the green and yellows in it so I thought I'd share it anyway.

I hope the weekend is going well for all and that your weather is a tad bit warmer than mine!

It ceases to be funny...

Issued by The National Weather Service
Alpena/Gaylord, MI
3:46 am EDT, Sat., May. 30, 2009

... FREEZE WATCH IN EFFECT FROM LATE TONIGHT THROUGH SUNDAY MORNING...

THE NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE IN GAYLORD HAS ISSUED A FREEZE WATCH... WHICH IS IN EFFECT FROM LATE TONIGHT THROUGH SUNDAY MORNING.

TEMPERATURES ARE EXPECTED TO BOTTOM OUT IN THE UPPER 20S AND LOWER 30S... RESULTING IN THE POTENTIAL OF A HARD FREEZE FOR MOST AREAS. THE COLDEST READINGS WILL BE IN THE INTERIOR LOW LYING AREAS... AWAY FROM THE IMMEDIATE LAKESHORES.

Really, enough is enough, don't you think? I can't remember the last truly sunny day we've had. Rain and cold, rain and cold...

5.29.2009

Friday Fill - ins 49



And...here we go!

1. It's cold and it feels like summer isn't coming this year.

2. Summer is the best time to enjoy tomatoes.

3. My favorite health and beauty product is whatever product is on sale.

4. My mom loved a nice long ride.

5. Well, first of all life really isn't like they show it on TV.

6. A bunch of people I didn't know; those were the cast of characters in a recent dream and it was just bizarre.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to relaxing and watching my Tigers beat Baltimore, tomorrow my plans include taking a long walk with my dog - if the weather cooperates and Sunday, I want to enjoy a quiet day at work.

5.25.2009

Music Mundays 2



So, this week I was going to go in a completely different direction but I've decided to save that for next week.

One of the first things I had to do today when I came to work was lower the flag to half-staff in honor of Memorial Day. It got me thinking about how lucky we are to have what we have in this country. And given all of our problems and disagreements, I think we can all agree that we have a great deal.

As a result, this week, I'm simply going to present a few videos that carry the meaning of the day. They capture the heart of what this day is about:







It's clear, from these videos (and the others you can find) that people need music. It is the bridge that allows us to say the things we could never say otherwise. It helps us mourn. It helps us heal. And it helps us remember. I can't think of anything else that does that. Books have their place, of course, but I don't think it's the same place as music.

I hope you all have a beautiful, peaceful day today.

5.24.2009

Memorial Day 2009


It's the beginning of summer. The first long weekend filled with warm weather and good times. Barbecues, picnics, beer...

Revolutionary War: 217,000 serving, 6,188 wounded, 4,435 dead

Boating, swimming, ballgames...

Civil War: 3,213,363 serving, 354,805 wounded, 191,963 dead


Getting together with friends to celebrate the beginning of the long, hot summer...

World War I: 4,734,991 serving, 204,002 wounded, 53,402 dead

Watermelon...

World War II: 16,112,566 serving, 671,846 wounded, 291,557 dead

Kids everywhere, running, playing, carefree and happy...

Korea: 5,720,000 serving, 103,284 wounded, 33,741 dead

Graduations, gatherings, the easy, laid-back, hazy days of summer...

Vietnam: 8,744,000 serving, 153,303 wounded, 47,424 dead

Let's all remember that this weekend, this Monday, this day is about more than the good things in life. It is about those who made the ultimate sacrifice to guarantee those good things for the rest of us. We cannot allow it to be anything less.

Gulf War: 575,000 serving, 467 wounded, 147 dead

Remember by taking part in the Nation Moment of Remembrance. At 3pm, local time, give them a minute of your time. Give them your thoughts. Do something as simple as ringing a bell three times. Give them the respect they deserve. They gave us their bodies, their blood, and their very lives.

Iraq War: 140,000 serving, 31,156 wounded, 4,300 dead

Major Michael Davis O'Donnell was a helicopter pilot who went missing on March 24, 1970 while on a mission in Cambodia. His remains were recovered and he was interned at Arlington National Cemetery on August 16, 2001. He wrote the following on January 1, 1970. They are words that apply today...

If you are able
save for them a place
inside of you
and save one backward glance
when you are leaving
for the places they can
no longer go.
Be not ashamed to say
you loved them
though you may
or may not have always.
Take what they have taught you
with their dying
and keep it with your own.
And in that time
when men decide and feel safe
to call the war insane,
take on gentle moment to embrace
those gentle heros
you left behind.


The mystic cords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart... should swell into a mighty chorus of remembrance, gratitude and rededication on this solemn occasion. -- Abraham Lincoln


Give them your thanks. It's the least that we can do. We owe them everything.

5.20.2009

Maybe it's not the animals...



Maybe it's just me.

Maybe I'm trying to drive myself crazy.

It was 77F here today. Only in the UP of Michigan can you get snow one day and then, four days later, have it hit almost 80. I had planned when I got off at 3:00 to run home, change, grab the dog, and head for the beach. I was really looking forward to our first warm day at the beach.

So, of course, I ended up working 11 hours. I got off work at 6:15 and had to run out to my sister's to get my dog. She was kind enough to pick the dog up and take her out to their house for a few hours this afternoon. By the time I got out there, I was hot, tired, cranky, and had a headache so the beach was out. I did, however, want to do something with the dog, so I took her to the bay where we usually go.

It was great. I threw sticks for her and she actually brought them back. The wind was strong all day, and the water was choppy so after about four swims, Riley had had enough and took the stick up into the grass as her way of telling me she was done.

I got a tennis ball from the car, got her attention, and rolled it across the parking lot. It's my way of getting some of the water off of her and it normally works well. Tonight, however, she took about five steps and then went back to her stick. I watched the ball, which was brand new, rolling across the parking lot and then I walked after it. It rolled all the way across the lot and into the grass with me following behind it.

When I got to the grass it was gone.

I checked the entire area.

It's a bright, lime green tennis ball. The grass isn't that high nor is it that thick in the area where we were.

But the ball was gone.

*sigh*

So, it's either me or it's the tennis balls.

Yeah... that's it.

It's the tennis balls.

They hate me.

Yup. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

5.18.2009

Music Mundays 1

The one, the only, the inestimable Chris from Stuff As Dreams Are Made On has launched a new meme he is calling Music Mundays. I've been seeing it everywhere today so I thought I'd jump right in.

Here's a little of his inaugural Music Mundays post:

“Yes, I realize that Munday is misspelled, but that’s just fun, isn’t it? lol. So I know that the internet needs another weekly meme like I need a hole in the head, but I’m starting one anyway :p It’s not book related though (though it can be) so that counts for something, right? This idea was inspired by Nymeth of Things Mean A Lot after she did her books meet music post today which is fantastic if you haven’t read it yet!”
So, we have both Chris and Nymeth to thank for this pretty cool idea.

And, here's a peek into the music that moves me.

I'm not entirely sure when it started, really. No idea what song first caught my ear and changed my taste in music forever but whichever one it was, it certainly did.

At my soon-to-be-50-years of age, I grew up in an interesting house, music-wise. My mother and father were big band lovers. My older sister was a high school student in the 60's and in a strange way her music is more what I consider my music than what was really my music. In high school in the 1970's the hit sound track of my life would include super groups like Supertramp, REO, Styx, Kansas, Chicago, Van Halen, to name a few and pop hits like "Billy Don't Be A Hero", "Ballroom Blitz", "Do You Feel Like I Do" and "Little Willie", again to name a few.

During my first years in college, however, something seriously wrong happened to music and it was called Disco. It was during this 'crazy' that I first heard the music that I now love. I wish I could remember the first song that reached out and grabbed me but I can't. I'd love to be able to pay tribute to that voice that called to me in the wilderness.

I am a blues girl.

Muddy Waters
John Lee Hooker
Bo Diddley
Louis Armstrong
Jelly Roll Morton
Otis Rush
Jimmy Rogers
Bobby Blue Bland
Clarence 'Gatemouth' Brown
Etta James
B.B. King

I could go on and on. You may know some of those names. If I may, you should know some of those names.

Here's one I'll bet few have heard:

Jim Byrnes

You might not know the name but you may have seen the face:


Along with being an amazing singer, he's also an accomplished actor having appeared in the series Wiseguy and Highlander along with too many other roles to mention.

His voice has been described as 'evocative' and 'smokey' with 'smoldering intensity' and 'deeply soulful'. My favorite quote: "...a voice that sounds like it saw creation and followed the devil down to hell"

Here's a perfect example of why he deserves such praise:



The song title is "12 Questions" from his "Fresh Horses" CD. It is a haunting, lingering, grab you by the throat, and take up residence in your soul sort of song. At least it is for me.

Give it a listen and let me know what you think.

5.17.2009

Apologies?

So, should I apologize for hitting y'all with four reviews in a row?

Naw.

I'll just say that an attack of my vertigo has been keeping me pretty much immobile today so I thought I'd put the time to good use and get caught up.

Oh, no snow today but a windchill of 35F and windgusts of up to 22 mph.

My daffodils seem to have weathered the snow just fine.

I hope the weekend has been better on your end!

Book Review: A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L'Engle

A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L’Engle
Square Fish
304 Pages
Copyright 1978

Meg and Charles Wallace Murry are back. Charles Wallace is now 15-years-old. Meg is grown up and married to Calvin O’Keefe and they are expecting a baby. It is Thanksgiving and Meg is back home to celebrate the holiday with her family. Also along is Calvin’s mother, Mrs. O’Keefe, a cranky old woman they tolerate for Calvin’s sake.

A phone call from the President of the United States, however, changes the celebration to a day of apprehension. It seems that “Mad Dog” Branzillo, ruler of Vespugia, is determined to engage the United States in nuclear war. The President calls Mr. Murry seeking his advice as a prize-winning physicist.

The phone call triggers a memory in Mrs. O’Keefe and she charges Charles Wallace with the task of stopping Branzillo. He takes her charge seriously and goes off to star-watching rock to contemplate the how of the matter. Once there, he meets Gaudior, a unicorn, who explains to Charles Wallace that it is up to him to travel through time to find a ‘Might-Have-Been’ that might very well change the course of events.

What results is a trip back through time, starting with the very beginning of everything:

She saw neither Charles Wallace nor the unicorn. She saw neither the familiar earth with the star-watching rock, the woods, the hills, nor the night sky with its countless galaxies. She saw nothing. Nothing. There was no wind to ride or be blown by.

Nothing was. She was not. There was no dark. There was no light. No sight nor sound nor touch nor smell nor taste. No sleeping nor waking. No dreaming, no nothing.

Nothing.

And then a surge of joy.

All senses alive and awake and filled with joy.

Darkness was, and darkness was good. As was light.

Light and darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being, in joyful rhythm

The morning stars sang together and the ancient harmonies were new and it was good. It was very good.


To experience the “might-have-been’ moment, Charles Wallace finds he must go ‘within’ and become a part of the individual whose moment he must experience. Through numerous journeys, Charles Wallace, and Meg, who is tied to him telepathically, sort through the past and figure out how to change the future. Much to their surprise, they discover that Mrs. O’Keefe has a much larger part to play in it all.

Recommendation: I find myself wondering how I missed these books back when. The Time Quintet, of which this is the third, is proving to be a very enjoyable adventure.

Book Review: The Day The Sun Rose Twice by Ferenc Morton Szasz

The Day The Sun Rose Twice by Ferenc Morton Szasz
University of New Mexico Press
177 Pages
Copyright 1984

Subtitle: The Story of the Trinity Site Nuclear Explosion July 16, 1945

I remember when and where I bought this book – I was on a road trip with my mother and we were at White Sands Monument, in their gift shop. The title caught my eye and it seemed like an interesting souvenir, one that was better than the usual touristy junk. You know what I mean.

That was back in the early 1990’s and the book went onto my bookshelf and stayed there. The title would catch my eye but I never felt compelled to pick it up. Not really. Not until Trish and her Non-fiction Five Challenge. Thanks for the push, Trish.

The Day The Sun Rose Twice is an easy-to-read, fascinating account of the days leading up to the test of the world’s first atomic bomb. It is a concise and somewhat science light and deals more with the physical obstacles that stood in the way. It also touches on the politics of the situation and the world at the time.

I’ve read accounts of how the team of scientists didn’t get along, how there was in-fighting and petty jealousy between them. There is little of that in Szasz’s book. He tends to focus on the positive parts:


More important than the scenery, however, was the deep sense of purpose that the group shared. The men and women of Los Alamos formed an international community that was engaged in a life-or-death struggle to beat the Germans to the secret of atomic power. This goal gave the town its fierce intensity. In 1975, physicist Hans A. Bethe confessed that never, either before or after, had he worked as hard as he did during his years at Los Alamos. “It was one of the few times in my life,” said another well-known physicist, “when I felt truly alive.”

There were a couple of things about this book that stand out for me. One, that it does seem, given all the advancements in physics at the time, that the development of the atomic bomb was a forgone conclusion. The argument will never be over as to the wisdom of it and there can be no doubt that the entire world would be better off without nuclear weapons, but the facts at the time made it inconceivable that the bomb wouldn’t be created. And, overall, I believe it was probably better that it was us and not Nazi German that did it.

The second thing was the conclusion Szasz reaches about whether or not Truman needed to use even one bomb much less two. He states:


Once Truman learned of the enormous success of Trinity, he faced a ‘decision.’ What he did was make the simplest decision a person can make. He did nothing. In a sense he made no decision at all. He allowed a process that had been under way in earnest since 1941 to continue unabated.
Once that process was started, all phases of it were on-going at the same time. Before the bomb was even tested in the New Mexico desert, the base on Tinian Island, part of the Northern Marianas Islands, was being prepared as the launch site for the attack on Japan. It seems, with what Szasz puts forth, that it truly was the inevitable outcome, no matter what. Churchill was behind it. So were the other allies of the day. To not use such an impressive new weapon seemed impossible to them.

Here is Szasz’s description of the blast itself:


On Monday, July 16, 1945, at 5:29:45 A.M., Mountain War Time, the bomb ignited. The explosion created a brilliant flash that was seen in three states. It lit up the sky like the sun, throwing out a multicolored cloud that surged 38,000 feet into the atmosphere within about seven minutes. As the cloud rose, observers noticed large objects skyrocketing down from its lower third. For over an hour the immediate area lay covered with a pall of smoke. The herds of antelope darted off at full speed, and no one has yet guessed where they might have first paused. The heat at the center of the blast approximated that at the center of the sun, and the light created equaled almost twenty suns. At ten miles away people felt a blast of heat equivalent to standing about three feet from a fireplace. Where the fireball touched the ground, it created a crater half a mile across, fusing the sand into greenish gray glass that was later termed atomsite or trinitite. Every living thing within the radius of a mile was annihilated – plants, snakes, ground squirrels, lizards, even the ants. The stench of death lingered about the area for three weeks.
Szasz also notes that the regret some of the scientists felt about their work came some time after the initial testing. The Trinity test was met with elation and enthusiasm. Time had to pass before they reflected and examined what they had done, leading J. Robert Oppenheimer, ‘the father of the Atomic Bomb’ to comment: “Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."

Recommendation: It is an easy, interesting, concise, fact-filled book on a time in history that is still subjected to much debate. It may be overly positive but it is still an informative work.

Book Review: The Demon's Librarian by Lilith Saintcrow

The Demon's Librarian by Lilith Saintcrow
ImaJinn Books
218 Pages
Copyright 2009

Francesca “Chess” Barnes is a head librarian at the Jericho City Library by day and, thanks to a secret room filled with how-to books, a demon hunter by night. Her secret life begins because she feels compelled to destroy the demon she finds preying on the children in her area.

Orion is Drakul – part demon, part man, bonded to Paul Harrison, his Malik. It is Ryan’s job to keep Paul safe while they battle the evil of the Inkani for something known as “The Order”.

Their paths cross when Paul goes missing and Ryan realizes that there is more to Chess than meets the eye. They are soon forced to work together to find out what happened to Paul. But when Ryan is betrayed by the very Order he works for, both lives, plus the safety of Jericho City itself, hang in the balance.

So, let’s see. Beautiful woman who happens to be a witch. Handsome man with more than a touch of ‘the dark’ inside him to keep him in torment. Evil vs good. Forbidden love. Woman grows into her own with the help of the tormented man.

While the above is another way to sum this one up, it is also the way to sum up each book in Saintcrow’s The Watchers series. Saintcrow, by the way, states on her website that this book is not part of The Watchers series. Hmmm. Coulda fooled me.

Recommendation: It’s not a bad book, just very familiar if you’ve read The Watchers series. Saintcrow does a good job with characters and settings but, as I’ve said, this was really too familiar. If you want to give Saintcrow a try, I’d recommend you go with The Watchers series instead.

Book Review: Borderline by Nevada Barr

Borderline by Nevada Barr
G.P. Putnam’s Sons
399 Pages
Copyright 2009

From the book jacket:

Drained and haunted by the killings on Isle Royale, diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder and on administrative leave by order of her superintendent – the one bright spot in Anna’s life is Paul, her husband of less than a year. Hoping the warmth and the adventure of a raft trip on Big Bend National Park will lift her spirits, Paul takes Anna to Southwest Texas, where the sun is hot and the Rio Grande is running high. The sheer beauty of the Chihuahuan Desert and the power of the river work their magic – until the raft is lost in the rapids and a young college student makes a grisly discovery. Hair and arms tangled in the downed branches between two boulders, more dead than alive, is a pregnant woman.

Nature, it turns out, isn’t the only one who wants to see the woman and her baby dead.

Instead of the soul-soothing experience she’d longed for, Anna finds herself sucked into a labyrinth of intrigue that leads from the Mexican desert to the steps of the Governor’s Mansion in Austin.

So, there you have it. The official summary of one of the few Nevada Barr books I can’t say I loved. There were simply too many things that rubbed me the wrong way. I’ll mention a couple and leave it at that: this book is way too politically correct for me. From the politically correct take on border issues to the politically correct use of the term ‘fetus’ to refer to the pregnant woman’s baby, to the politically correct jab at a real governor by a fictitious one, it just flat out rubbed me the wrong way. And it was too transparent. No creepy villain, just a cartoon version of one.

I don’t want to turn this into any sort of political debate – I’ve got a separate blog for that, but I do have a question if anyone wants to tackle it. When did babies stop being babies? Pregnant women no longer carry babies, they carry fetuses. When do they stop being fetuses and become babies? It bothered me that right up until the time the pregnant woman’s baby is born, alive and well, Barr refers to her as a ‘fetus’. The term simply grated on me every time Barr used it. It may be un-PC of me, but they are still babies as far as I'm concerned.

The one good thing about the story is that Barr once again works her magic on a part of the country I wasn’t familiar with and has somehow, in spite of the barren, desolate nature of the land, makes me want to visit.

Recommendation: It’s a story about survival, without a doubt. But it is also a story about politics that was far too transparent for my tastes. I knew who the bad guy was from the get-go and I knew why. I’ve read better by Barr.

Here's a link to Barr's previous book, Winter Study, which explains the PTSD Anna is suffering from in this one.

5.16.2009

So...

How's your weekend shaping up? Here's a peek into mine:



In case you can't quite tell what that white stuff is...



It would be snow. On the 16th of May.

Gotta love it.

5.15.2009

Friday Fill - ins 48



From Janet, the host of this wonderful meme:

This week, I chose quotes having to do with spring...as always when I do this, feel free to fill-in whatever you'd like; it's more fun that way! Of course, if you know the quote, feel free to fill that in, too! The quotes will be on my blog, should anyone want to see what they are.


And...here we go!

1. If we had no winter how in the world would we know it was spring?

2. Life is a perpetual astonishment.

3. If I had my life to live over I would go with my first instincts.

4. Much can happen inside of four and twenty hours.

5. If you've never been thrilled you've never been truly alive.

6. To be interested in the changing seasons live in the UP for a year.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to the season finale of Dollhouse, tomorrow my plans include trying to enjoy my 24 hours off and Sunday, I want to survive the first of 20 day shifts!

5.14.2009

The continuing adventures of Little Miss Houdini



That's her, up there on the fire escape landing in my backyard. She's a curious little thing and I don't mean she's inquisitive. I mean she often makes me wonder what the heck she's thinking.

I've recounted some of her adventures here - how she gets into the house when no door or window is opened. How she manages to hide up in the ceiling tiles. How she constantly gives me pause...

Today, the tables were turned just a bit. I was out in the backyard playing with the dog. Maddie joined us and before I knew it she'd scampered up a tree. I watched her go from branch to branch until she paused to look around. I could almost see the thought hit her - what am I doing up here? I then watched as she backed her way down from branch to branch, all with the attitude that she wasn't at all enjoying this adventure.

Finally she reached the trunk of the tree - no more branches available. She clung to the tree looking miserable until I went to her rescue. Luckily she was within reach. And I will admit, it did my heart a bit of good to see her foiled, at least this time.

Now, for a spring photo which is definitely taking its time getting here again this year.



The funny thing about those daffodils, which are my second favorite spring flower, they haven't bloomed in three or four years. The stalks grow but until this year, no flowers. I'm delighted to have them back. Now, if only the lilacs would put in an appearance...

Booking Through Thursday 38

Gluttony May 14, 2009
Filed under: Wordpress — --Deb @ 1:33 am

Mariel suggested this week’s question

Book Gluttony! Are your eyes bigger than your book belly? Do you have a habit of buying up books far quicker than you could possibly read them? Have you had to curb your book buying habits until you can catch up with yourself? Or are you a controlled buyer, only purchasing books when you have run out of things to read?

Don’t forget to leave a link to your actual response (so people don’t have to go searching for it) in the comments—or if you prefer, leave your answers in the comments themselves!


Okay, so it's been eons since I've done one of these. I have no idea why that is but I could hardly ignore this week's question. It was custom made for me.

Back in January I spent some time rearranging the bookshelf in my bedroom. As I did, I noted with a growing sense of horror that my TBR pile was about to take over. I counted the books waiting to be read that I had stacked on top of my bookcase and the total was 140... and I knew there were more elsewhere in the house.

One Hundred and Forty books.

I'd say that puts me squarely in the gluttony pile. Good grief. My only defense is this - books are, for me, like shoes are supposed to be for women. Not that I buy into the belief that all women are shoe crazy.

Apparently some of us are book crazy.

Anyway, since the end of January I've been on a diet. The only new books I've bought are those in an on-going series that I've been reading. All the other books I've been reading have come from my TBR pile.

It's self-defense, after all. My bed is too close to that bookcase.

So, how about you? Are you a glutton like me?

5.10.2009

Book Review: The Awakening by Kelley Armstrong

The Awakening by Kelley Armstrong
HarperCollins
357 Pages
Copyright 2009

The Awakening is the second book in Armstrong’s Darkest Powers series for young adults. And, I feel that I should give anyone who hasn’t read the first book, The Summoning, a warning – there are probably spoilers contained in this post. I’d suggest you forgo reading it to be on the safe side.

Fifteen-year-old Chloe Saunders was a normal teenage girl until an incident at her high school led to her being locked up at Lyle House for ‘treatment’. Once there, Chloe quickly learned nothing was as it seemed to be. She learned she wasn’t crazy but had a powerful gift instead. Chloe is a necromancer and the other teenagers locked up in Lyle House with her have their own ‘gifts’.

Four of those kids escape Lyle House but a moment of weakness leads Chloe and another girl, Rae, to turn to Chloe’s aunt for help and they find themselves in even more trouble. They are in the hands of the Edison Group, a secret organization that wants to use and control those with abilities like Chloe and her friends. Chloe and another girl manage once again to escape and reunited with Derek and Simon as they set out on a journey designed to take them to safety... or what they hope is safety.

I enjoyed The Summoning a great deal and was looking forward to this one. I wasn’t disappointed in the least. The kids change and grow during this story as they begin to understand what they’re facing. They also learn to trust and depend on each other. They face difficult situations with a great deal of courage and a great deal of bickering and snarking, just like teenagers. I didn’t find a sour note in any of it.

Recommendation: Witches and secret organizations have been done before but Armstrong definitely adds her own twists and flavor to the tale. The only drawback is the fact that these are definitely a part of a series – there is no overall resolution at the end but it’s still a worthwhile read.

Turn Coat by Jim Butcher

Turn Coat by Jim Butcher
ROC
418 Pages
Copyright 2009

Harry Dresden is a man with a problem. Well, he’s a man with many problems – a ruling body of witches and wizards that still views him as a possible black sheep, an apprentice that, if she makes a mistake, could very well get him executed right along with her, and a migraine that has kept him immobile for much of the day.

Things, however, take a turn for the worse when Morgan, the member of the White Council with the biggest grudge and most intense dislike of Harry, shows up on Harry’s doorstep injured and being chased by the council himself.

It turns out that Morgan is wanted for the murder of another wizard after being caught standing over the body, bloody knife in his hands. If caught, he will be summarily tried and executed by the council he once served. There's one small problem - Morgan claims he's innocent and Harry believes him. Harry has no reason to help Morgan . . . except for the one his conscience gives him. He knows what it is like to be hunted and hounded for something he hasn’t done.

Harry quickly figures out that there is a traitor hidden inside the White Council itself and he knows it isn’t Morgan. He sets out to clear Morgan’s name and expose the real traitor but the price to be paid is a large one – friends and family are caught in the crossfire and not all of them come out alive.

It’s not much of a summary, I know, but the joy of reading a Dresden File story is uncovering the many layers of the story that Butcher weaves together yourself. Suffice it to say, it is a well-written, fast-moving, crazy romp involving witches, vampires, werewolves and a skinwalker unlike any skinwalker I’ve ever read about before.

Here are a couple of favorite passages:

This one describes Harry, what drives him and keeps him going:

And I hit myself with it, again and again, filling my mind with every horrible and beautiful thing I had ever Seen – and as I did, I focused on what I had bloody well done about it. I remembered the things I’d battled and destroyed. I remembered the strongholds of nightmares and terrors that I had invaded, the dark gates I’d kicked down. I remembered the faces of prisoners I’d freed, and the funerals of those I’d been too late to save. I remembered the sounds of voices and laughter, the joy of loved ones reunited, the tears of the lost and bereaved.

There are bad things in the world. There is no getting away from that. But, that doesn’t mean nothing can be done about them. You can’t abandon life just because it’s scary, and just because sometimes you get hurt.

Here’s another that made me laugh out loud:

If the whatever-it-was had taken out the local lights, how in the hell had Kirby’s cell phone survived the hex? Magic and technology don’t get along so well, and the more complex electronic devices tended to fall apart most quickly. Cell phones were like those security guys in the red shirts on old Star Trek: as soon as something started happening, they were always the first to go.


Recommendation: It’s the 11th book in the series and Butcher has yet to miss a beat. His world is vivid, dynamic, and exciting. If you enjoy paranormal stories, The Dresden Files has what you’re looking for – and then some.

Book Review: The Ghost and the Dead Man's Library by Alice Kimberly

The Ghost and the Dead Man’s Library by Alice Kimberly
The Berkley Publishing Group
254 Pages
Copyright 2006

Penelope Thornton-McClure and her Aunt Sadie own Buy the Book, a bookstore located in quaint Quindicott, RI. Pen, as she is known to her friends, left NYC for Quindicott after her husband’s suicide and to protect her son, Spencer, from her wealthy, over-bearing, former in-laws.

Shortly after moving in and helping her aunt save the bookstore, Pen discovered that she was also the proud owner of something else – the ghost of Jack Spencer, a 1950’s era private detective who was murdered in the building that now houses Buy the Book.

In this third book of the Haunted Bookshop Mysteries, Pen and Aunt Sadie are given a rare collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s complete works. Rumor has it that there is a complex code hidden within the volumes of the set, a code that will lead to a hidden treasure. Pen and her friends quickly realize there’s more at stake than a hidden treasure when everyone that buys one of the books winds up dead and the book winds up missing. The police see nothing that leads them to believe the deaths involve foul play so Pen realizes it is up to her to solve the mystery... with Jack’s help, of course.

It’s an interesting story and contains some information on Poe that I’d either not known or had forgotten. It was also on the transparent side – it wasn’t that difficult to figure out who-dun-it and why. Jack continues to be a welcome break with his gruff, gritty 1950’s attitude and Kimberly weaves present day with Jack’s day fairly well.

So, that’s the good. Now for the bad. Pen is arrested in this book and Kimberly has quite clearly never dealt with the situation. She flat out gets it wrong, from the point where Jack tells her to avoid being arrested by not going outside an open to the public store (cops with an arrest warrant can enter to enforce it, especially when they see the person they’re after standing in the window), to the point where she is booked and jailed while in her street clothes, to the point where she isn’t offered the opportunity to call an attorney, and then faces arrangement without the opportunity to consult an attorney. It doesn’t happen that way, at least not in any of the cases I’m personally familiar with. Of course, I live in Michigan, not Rhode Island but I don’t think things are all that different. I mean, how much sense would it make to prohibit the police from going into a building to arrest someone? And unfortunately, the scene left enough of a bad taste in my mouth that it tainted my enjoyment of the book.

Recommendation: It’s light and it’s amusing. Overall, it wouldn’t be a bad book to take to read at the beach.

Book Review: Sacred Clowns by Tony Hillerman

Sacred Clowns by Tony Hillerman
Harper/Collins
227 Pages
Copyright 1993

Once again, since I’m dealing with an author who is no longer with us, I thought I’d include a brief bio for those of you unfamiliar with him:

Tony Hillerman was a president of the Mystery Writers of America and received their Edgar and Grand Master Awards. Among other awards he received were the Center for the American Indian’s Ambassador Award, the Silver Spur Award, and the Navajo Tribe’s Special Friend Award. Hillerman clearly loved the Southwest and it shows in his writing. He wrote a total of 18 books in the Leaphorn/Chee series but was the published author of 30 total books. The rest of his works had to do with the Southwest, its people, and especially the Navajo tribe. He was also a decorated combat veteran of WWII, earning a Silver Star, the Bronze Star, and a Purple Heart. He worked as a journalist from 1948 until 1962. After earning his master’s degree, he went on to teach journalism at the University of New Mexico.

So, onto the book. Like the others in the Leaphorn/Chee series, Sacred Clowns is set in the Four Corners area of the southwest. A teacher at a Navajo mission school is killed. The next day, in the Tano Indian pueblo, one of the participants in a ceremonial dance is also murdered. The man played the role of a koshare, a grotesque clown like figure that serves as a warning against the foolishness of humankind. The koshare is killed during the ceremony, shortly after he is seen pulling a wagon that holds something that has a chilling effect on the crowd.

Lt. Joe Leaphorn begins to unravel the Navajo murder while he assigns his new assistant, Officer Jim Chee to investigate several minor crimes that have taken place on the reservation. Chee, isn’t that crazy about his assignment but it quickly becomes clear that the two murders are connected and it will take both Leaphorn and Chee to figure them out.

Along with writing a decent mystery, Hillerman paints the Four Corners area so vividly that I long to visit it. It is a harsh, unforgiving place but, thanks to Hillerman, it is clear there is a wild beauty to it that I would love to see:

They were driving past the Bisti Badlands now, looking into the edge of a wilderness where eons of time had uncovered alternating layers of gray shale, pink sandstone, yellow caliche, and black streaks of coal. Wind and water had played with these varied levels of hardness and carved out a weird tableau of gigantic shapes – toadstools and barrels, gargoyle heads, rows of fat babies, the raw material for the most frantic imaginations.

Who wouldn’t want to visit such a place?

Recommendation: Hillerman was a window into a world that is unfamiliar to most of us – the world of the southwest and the Navajo. He offered an intimate peek into that world and told very good stories while doing so.

5.09.2009

Non-Fiction Five Challenge



Better late than never, I say.

One of my 'goals' for this year was to try and read some more non-fiction. I haven't done all that well with it, so I decided to see if jumping into this challenge would help.

Here are the rules:

The Rules (unchanged from previous years)

1. Read 5 non-fiction books during the months of May - September, 2009 (please link your reviews on Mister Linky each month; Mister Linky can be found each month on this blog)

2. Read at least one non-fiction book that is different from your other choices (i.e.: 4 memoirs and 1 self-help)

3. If interested, please sign up at Trish's Reading Nook: Non-Fiction Five Challenge and link to your NFF Challenge post (all choices do not need to be posted and may change at any time)


Here's my list:

1. The ACLU vs America by Alan Sears and Craig Osten
2. What Really Sank The Titanic by Jennifer Hooper McCarty and Time Foecke
3. The Day The Sun Rose Twice by Ferenc Morton Szaaz
4. The Marketing of Evil by David Kupelian
5. Stand For Something by John Kasich

I'm not entirely sure I meet rule number 2, but in a way, I do. Books 1, 3, 4, and 5 have political overtones to them. Book 2 is a scientific investigation. The best part of this is that all five have been in my TBR for some time. I feel more motivated already!

5.07.2009

Friday Fill - Ins 47



And...here we go!

1. Apples are to oranges as word puzzles are to SAT's. (I hated those kind of things!)

2. The Tigers will win the pennant and that's all I have to say about that.

3. I think I hear a symphony.

4. It's a grand old flag.

5. Do what you want to do, but make sure it is worth your time and effort.

6. Little Boy Blue walked through the cornfield and behind him was a Radio Flyer wagon; in the wagon was a bucket filled with a horn. (Don't ask me, I have no idea what I'm talking about...)

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a nice quiet shift, tomorrow my plans include dog-sitting for my sister and Sunday, I want to enjoy my niece's horse show!

5.04.2009

April Wrap-up

Time for my April Wrap-up. I read 10 books during the month for a total of 2,815 pages or a total of 94 pages a day (rounded up, of course). Not as good as last month but last month wasn't normal by any means. I think my average is about 8 books a month, so I was ahead of that, which is a good thing.

I continued my dedicated effort to reduce my TBR pile with good results. Of the 10 books, 9 were from the pile and the other was given to me by a student to read. If I had to choose which was my favorite read, I think I'd pick The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor. It was vastly different from most of the books I've read recently that I enjoyed the adventure. Charlaine Harris's book was an uncomfortable read due to the subject matter but I'm glad I read it. The Shack, which is a study of a person's relationship with God, is still influencing me in ways I hadn't expected. And Star Born, by Andre Norton, was another trip back to a long unread favorite which reminded me just how much I loved her in the first place. All-in-all it wasn't a bad month.

36. The Ghost and the Dead Man's Library by Alice Kimberly
35. Sacred Clowns by Tony Hillerman
34. Star Born by Andre Norton
33. A Secret Rage by Charlaine Harris
32. The Looking Glass Wars by Frank Beddor
31. The Shack by William P. Young
30. The Penderwicks: A Summer Tale of Four Sisters, Two Rabbits, and a Very Interesting Boy by Jeanne Birdsall
29. Your Heart Belongs to Me by Dean Koontz
28. Execution Dock by Anne Perry
27. Copper River by William Kent Kreuger