1.31.2011

Book Review: Agents of Light and Darkness by Simon R. Green


Agents of Light and Darkness by Simon R. Green
Ace
233 Pages
Copyright 2003

From the back of the book:

I'm John Taylor. I work in the Nightside - the gaudy, meon noir, secret heart of London, where it's always three in the morning, where gods and monsters make deals and seek pleasures they won't find anywhere else.

I have a gift for finding things. And sometimes what I'm hired to locate can be very, very dangerous indeed.

Right now, for example, I'm searching for The Unholy Grail, the cup that Judas drank from at the Last Supper.

It corrupts all who touch it - but it also gives enormous power. So I'm not the only one hunting. Angels, devils, sinners, and saints - they're all out there, tearing apart The Nightside, seeking the dark goblet.

And it's only a matter of time until they realize that the famous John Taylor, the man with the gift for finding things, can't lead them straight to it . . .
The Nightside is a wild, crazy place and with angels and devils in town, whatever rules may have existed have gone by the wayside.

There's an intriguing theme to this journey to the Nightside - the idea that angel come from both Heaven and Hell and neither is a particularly nice character. They're willing to reap destruction on the people of the Nightside in order to gain control of the cup, but in either of their hands, good or bad, Judgment Day just might come early for everyone.

Recommendation: It's an interesting place to visit, that's for sure. 

A little clarity seems to be needed...



I post my reviews in the order I read them, which seems natural enough...

Except for right now.

If you're going to read the two reviews I've just posted, I suggest you read the one for On the Edge first. If you decide you want to read the series, I'd also suggest you forego the review for Bayou Moon because there's a minor, and I do mean minor, spoiler in it.

I hope you read the books. They're wonderful.

The photo, in case you're wondering, is one I've used before.  It's frozen Lake Superior under the full moon.  No, I didn't take it.  I just wish I had...

Book Review: Bayou Moon by Ilona Andrews


Bayou Moon by Ilona Andrews
Ace
447 Pages
Copyright 2010

From the back of the book:

Cerise Mar and her unruly clan are cash poor but land rich, claiming a large swath of the Mire, the Edge swamplands between the state of Louisiana and the Weird. When her parents vanish, her clan's long-time rivals are suspect number one.

But all is not as it seems. Two nations of the Weird are waging a cold war fought by feint and espionage, and their conflict is about to spill over into the Edge - and Cerise's life. William, a changeling soldier who'd left behind the politics of the Weird, has been forced back into service to track down a rival nation's spymaster.

When William's and Cerise's missions lead them to cross paths, sparks fly - but they'll have to work together if they want to succeed . . . and survive.

I decided to go with the back of the book write up because I didn't want to ramble on and on again. My reviews, when I thoroughly enjoy a book, tend to do that.

The Edge is an amazing place; wild, dangerous, intriguing. It also holds traitors and traps, pain, hardship, joy, and happiness. It's life, with magic thrown in to make the journey that much more.

Cerise is another strong female character but when her parents vanish and she finds herself in charge of a far-flung, varied clan, she has doubts; doubts about herself, her abilities, them, everything and everyone.

William is the strong, silent type with a tortured past and a job to do. In spite of his strength and his abilities, he finds himself in over his head where Cerise is concerned.

The Mar clan is an interesting group. The family dynamic is strong and they're an interesting group but there's a traitor in the mix.

Spider, the bad guy, is rude, arrogant and more than a touch crazy. In other words, everything a bad guy should be . . . but I'm in danger of rambling again, so I'll wrap it up.

Recommendation: Good guys, bad guys, magic, mysterious goings-on, love, and hate; it's all here. You can't beat it . . . but why would you want to? If you like paranormal romance give this series a go. I don't think you'll be disappointed.

Book Review: On The Edge by Ilona Andrews



One The Edge by Ilona Andrews
Ace
309 Pages
Copyright 2009

In Ilona Andrews' most recent world, reality is divided into three parts: the Broken, The Weird, and The Edge. The Broken is the human world, where Wal-Mart exists and magic is for books and movies. The Weird is a parallel world where magic is the norm, ruled by 'bluebloods' and the strength of your magic can make or break your destiny.

The Edge is between. It is a place where outcasts from the Weird live and where people can travel between the Broken and the Weird. Their lives are not easy; they live a sort of non-existent life, working and buying things in the Broken to trade with The Weird.

Rose Drayton lives in the Edge, an outcast amongst outcasts. Her father has vanished. Her mother has died, but not before leaving behind the reputation of a whore. Rose is left to care for two younger brothers - one a shape-shifter, the other a necromancer unwilling to let the things he loves die.

As a child, Rose lived for one thing - to show all those who tormented and teased her that she was something special, so she worked with her magic night and day until it is the strongest, purest magic in the area. Then demonstration upon graduation meant to show everyone goes wrong, making her even more of an outcast. The Edgers think her worth only what they can get by selling her. The bluebloods want only to use her as a brood mare. And Rose finds herself fighting to keep either thing from happening while she provides for and protects her brothers.

Enter Declan, strong, handsome blueblood warrior from the Weird who seems intent on possessing Rose for both her body and her magic. He agrees to face three challenges from Rose. If he wins, she goes back with him to the Weird. If she wins, he goes away and leaves them alone.

But there is something evil in the Edge, something that means not only to possess Rose but everything and everyone else in the Edge in the process.

Rather a long synopsis but I really couldn't think how to cut it back and do the book justice and, if you're a fan of fantasy and romance, it's important that I do so.

Rose is a strong young woman, but she is at her breaking point. Living in the shadows doesn't provide for a very good life; not for her and certainly not for her brothers. Two young boys growing up without a strong male figure to held teach and guide them is hardly a good thing but when you add Georgie and Jack's problems into the mix, it is potentially disastrous. Rose knows it and she's doing the best she can, but she knows it's not enough.

Declan is strong, handsome, arrogant, everything a hero, or villain, should be. Rose is attracted to him but, after all of the hurt and betrayal she's faced, there's no trust left in her and it doesn't help that Declan is clearly hiding something.

One final piece of the puzzle is William, a strong, mysterious stranger who attempts to befriend Rose in the Broken. Rose likes William, but again, there's just something about him…

Andrews, a writing duo of husband and wife, Ilona and Andrew Gordon. Their Kate Daniels series put them on my favorite authors list and this book has cemented their place on that last.

Their worlds are well defined and easily believable. Their characters are real - they have strengths and flaws, which I find refreshing. Rose isn't above doubts or the need for help. She can't do it all but she has the will to try. Declan is strong, arrogant, everything a rich aristocrat should be. And there are agendas within agendas that definitely keep you reading. The romance element makes the outcome known going in; Rose and Declan will end up together, but it's the getting there that makes the story.

Recommendation: Paranormal romance at its best. There's nothing else I really need to say.

1.29.2011

Book Review: Carved In Bone by Jefferson Bass


Carved In Bone by Jefferson Bass
Harper
323 Pages
Copyright 2006

'Jefferson Bass' is really two people: Jon Jefferson, journalist and writer and Dr. William Bass, anthropologist and founder of the University of Tennessee's Anthropology Research Facility, also known as the Body Farm.

The Body Farm is a place for experiments in decomposition and the factors affecting it. The facility covers 2.5 acres and was the first site of its kind in the country. It was first made famous by author Patricia Cornwell in her book The Body Farm.

So. . . how does an anthropologist fair when he turns his hand to fiction writing? Very well, actually.

Dr. Bill Brockton, the fictional Bill Bass, finds himself being called in to investigate a 30-year-old corpse found in a cave in the hills of Tennessee. The county sheriff, a once promising football star, is a man with an agenda and wants Brockton to give him the evidence to arrest a long-time foe. Brockton, however, doesn't believe the foe is responsible for the crime.

Brockton quickly finds himself over his head and involved in a case where it's impossible to tell the good guys from the bad, both in and out of uniforms, or who to trust. He also finds himself dealing with the loss of his wife to cancer, something he blames himself and his son for, and something he has refused to face for two years.

There are other authors available who cover the same ground - Kathy Reichs, author of the Temperence Brennan series, comes to mind. There is one difference, however. When Brockton talks science, he doesn't sound like he's giving a dry lecture; he conveys his point in more of a conversational, easy-to-understand fashion:

This cobbled together team had done a research project to ferret out the differences between adult fingerprints and children's prints. Once Art had gotten the ball rolling, it didn't take the chemists long to figure out what was going on. Adult prints are oil-basesd, the found; kids' prints, on the other hand - before puberty kicks in and activates all those acne-producing oil glands - are water-based. And water evaporates, taking the prints with it.
It's simple, to the point, and fascinating, if you have an interest in such things.

Recommendation: Decently drawn characters, an intriguing plot, and enough turns to keep you guessing. It's an excellent first book in a series and I will definitely be reading the rest.

Book Review: Naked Heat by Richard Castle



Naked Heat by Richard Castle
Hyperion
290 Pages
Copyright 2010

Nikki Heat and Jameson Rook are back. At odds after a break-up brought on by Rook's magazine article about Heat made her gossip fodder for the media, they find themselves involved in the homicide of a vicious gossip columnist whose body is stolen on the way to the morgue. One murder quickly becomes two and then three while Heat and Rook struggle with their personal issues while trying to piece things together and stop a killer before he kills again.

Naked Heat is the second book in the series based on the characters in the ABC TV show, "Castle", which I adore. The first book was Heat Wave, which I enjoyed as an easy, intriguing, fun read.

Naked Heat, however, failed a bit in the beginning, but I don't think I can give you anything specific. It seemed . . . disjointed or scattered maybe. But, I stuck with it and I can say that whoever is actually writing the stories managed to pull it together and get an enjoyable story out of it.

Recommendation:  Castle is the best show on TV right now and if you're not watching it, you should be. The books are light, middle-of-the-road mysteries, which would probably be best read on the beach.

1.28.2011

Twenty-five Years Ago...

I attended a concert given by John Denver. It was the most amazing concert I've ever been to. It was John, his guitar, and us. I certainly haven't enjoyed any other concert I've been to since any more than I did that one.

At one moment during the preformance, at the end of one song, the stage went black. A few seconds later, the lights came back up and John began to sing "Flying for Me", his tribute to the crew of the Challenger. They'd died a short time before in an explosion seen world-wide.

Once the song ended, the lights went out again. When they came back up, John said "I'd fly with them tomorrow."

Well...

So would I.



"Challenger, go with throttle up."

"Roger, go with throttle up."


President Ronald Reagan gave one of his best speeches that night, comforting a grief-stricken nation, ending with what quickly became a much sought after phrase:

The crew of the space shuttle Challenger honored us by the manner in which they lived their lives. We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and “slipped the surly bonds of earth” to “touch the face of God.”
It seems to me that 'slipping the surly bonds of earth' is exactly what our shuttle crews did.  Bravely.  Joyfully.  Without hesitation.

Yes, I'd fly with them tomorrow...

Dick Scobee
Michael J. Smith
Ronald McNair
Ellison Onizuka
Gregory Jarvis
Judith Resnik
Christa McAuliffe

There are few times in our history when our spirits have soared so high nor when our hearts shattered so completely.

Twenty-five years?

At times, it seems like 73 seconds...

1.26.2011

Book Review: Painted Ladies by Robert B. Parker

Painted Ladies by Robert B. Parker
Putnam
291 Pages
Copyright 2010

What a bittersweet read this was.

Robert B. Parker died in January of last year, bringing an end to a prolific writing career during which he published 39 novels in the Spenser series, 6 novels in the Sunny Randall series, 9 novels in the Jesse Stone series, 4 westerns and 10 other independent novels.

Parker was a master of dialogue. He used it to set the scene, to carry the action forward, to do just about everything in his stories, and he did it, in my opinion, very well.

Take this, from his latest Spenser novel:

"I was warned that you were given to self-amusement," he said. "I guess there's no help for it. I am a professor of art history at Walford University. And I am a forensic art consultant in matters of theft and forgery."

And pleased about it.

"Is there such a matter before us?" I asked.

He took in some air and let it out audibly.

"There is," he said.

"And it requires discretion," I said.

"Very much."

"You'll get all I can give you," I said.

"All you can give me?"

"Anything," I said, "that your best interest, and my self-regard, will allow."

"Your self-regard?"

"I try not to do things that make me think ill of myself."

"My God," Prince said. "I mean, that's a laudable goal, I suppose. But you are a private detective."

"All the more reason for vigilance," I said.
Brief and to the point, the dialogue sets the stage and explains exactly who Spenser is.

Prince, as he says, is a forensic art consultant and professor. He has been hired to ransom a painting and in turns hires Spenser to act as his bodyguard. The exchange goes tragically wrong and sends Spenser off on a chase that winds up involving mercenaries, greed, violence, death, theft, and the Holocaust. Spenser, with Susan by his side, proves to be up to the challenge on final time.

If there's anything off in this story, it's the fact that Hawk, one of my favorite Spenser characters, is only mentioned and not seen. I missed him and the exchanges between the two strong men.

Recommendation: As I've said, it was bittersweet but thoroughly enjoyable. Parker, at 77, was going as strong as always. I shall miss Spenser, Susan, Hawk, and all of the people that inhabited Boston along with them.

Thank you, Mr. Parker. Thank you with all my heart.

1.23.2011

Sifting Thoughts...


I haven't done one of these in awhile, have I?

Let's see what sifts out tonight...

Cold, colder, coldest...

When I got out of my nice warm bed this morning and checked my thermostat, I discovered it was 61F in my house. I keep my thermostat at 66F during the day and usually turn it down to 64F at night but I knew last night was supposed to be what weather people call 'bitterly cold' so I left it up.

It was 61F in my house and -20 outside, with a -33 wind chill.

Bitterly cold? It was so freakin' cold my furnance couldn't keep up. Good grief.

Tomorrow the high is supposed to be 22F. There is no sanity in a northern Michigan winter.

I wanted to spend the day curled up on my couch reading, which I basically was able to do, except for an interesting interlude brought to me by the every vigilant, overly-sensitive Riley.

In other words, she did it again.

She started acting like something was spooking her, so after checking around downstairs, I called up to the young woman who rents a room upstairs. She told me she could hear a sharp chirping sound every so often.

So...

With the door to the hallway closed, with my TV on, and with other distractions, my big-eared pooch heard her nemesis, the dying smoke detector battery upstairs.

It took half an hour for us to find the thing, tucked away in the kitchenette I have upstairs, on top of the fridge. At the back of the house. As far away from my dog as it could possibly be...

Dang. She has good hearing.

The battle with controlling my gout continues. I'm doing okay, eating-wise, but there isn't much I can do about the weather, which is proving to be a painful problem for me. Time to start wearing two pairs of socks to work, I think.

On a maddening note - my muse, who had been more than wonderful to me for a very long time seems to have vanished. I haven't written anything, beyond blog stuff, for almost a month. It is driving me crazy...

Winter brings a silence with it that seems profound at times. The birds go away, taking their songs with them. I miss their morning serenades, especially when I'm working nights. Around here, I also miss the boats. The locks close around January 15 every year and the river falls silent. I miss the boat whistles and can't wait for them to come back. For some reason, the sound of snowmobiles doesn't come close to replacing the long, low sound of a freighter locking through.

The year is starting out well, reading-wise. I'm doing well and I'm staying up-to-date with my reviews, which is more than I can say about last year. Still haven't made it to the library to check out what they have from my list of NYTimes bestsellers but I'll get there.

So...

That's it from the Frozen North. I hope things in your neck of the woods are warm and wonderful!

Book Review: The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan


The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan
Disney Hyperion
381 Pages
Copyright 2009

Percy Jackson is back, for the last adventure in the series.

Camp Half-blood is armed for the coming attack by Kronos, evil elder god. While preparing for war, Percy realizes that Olympus itself, located in Manhattan, is on the verge of attack but all of the Olympians, the Greek Gods and Goddesses are away, fighting the monster Typhon. Olympus is unprotected so Percy, Annabeth, Grover, and their friends band together to protect what the gods and goddesses have left vulnerable.

It's a great wrap-up of a decent series for kids. This one is basically the recounting of the battle for Olympus so it might be too intense for some youngsters.

The series, much like the Harry Potter series, is about the classic plot lines; good vs. evil, right vs. wrong, doing what's right no matter the cost, fate, and friendship and love.

Recommendation: If you like grand adventures, with heroes and villains, the series may fit well and won't disappoint you.

Book Review: Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann (DNF)


Let The Great World Spin by Colum McCann
Random House
349 Pages
Copyright 2009

From Amazon:

Colum McCann has worked some exquisite magic with Let the Great World Spin, conjuring a novel of electromagnetic force that defies gravity. It's August of 1974, a summer "hot and serious and full of death and betrayal," and Watergate and the Vietnam War make the world feel precarious. A stunned hush pauses the cacophonous universe of New York City as a man on a cable walks (repeatedly) between World Trade Center towers. This extraordinary, real-life feat by French funambulist Philippe Petit becomes the touchstone for stories that briefly submerge you in ten varied and intense lives--a street priest, heroin-addicted hookers, mothers mourning sons lost in war, young artists, a Park Avenue judge. All their lives are ordinary and unforgettable, overlapping at the edges, occasionally converging. And when they coalesce in the final pages, the moment hums with such grace that its memory might tighten your throat weeks later. You might find yourself paused, considering the universe of lives one city contains in any slice of time, each of us a singular world, sometimes passing close enough to touch or collide, to birth a new generation or kill it, sending out ripples, leaving residue, an imprint, marking each other, our city, the very air--compassionately or callously, unable to see all the damage we do or heal. And most of us stumbling, just trying not to trip, or step in something awful.

But then someone does something extraordinary, like dancing on a cable strung 110 stories in the air, or imagining a magnificent novel that lifts us up for a sky-scraping, dizzy glimpse of something greater: the sordid grandeur of this whirling world, "bigger than its buildings, bigger than its inhabitants." --Mari Malcolm
It seems a little early to declare my first "Did Not Finish" but in truth, I started this book late last fall and I've been struggling with it since. I've finally decided to let it go.

I wanted to like it. McCann's writing is flowing. It's lyrical. It's a work of art

It's too much. After awhile I felt as though I was drowning in what, for me, was an over-abundance of words.

I don't mind lyrical, expressive, expansive writing but page after page of it seems to make my eyes glaze over. I hope that doesn't make me a shallow reader.

With this over-abundance of words, along with 11 protagonists, it was too easy to lose the thread of the story that McCann was attempting to weave together.

Recommendation: It involves seemingly unrelated events that are woven together to paint a picture of the characters and, more importantly, life in general. It would seem to be a great book, if you like his style of writing.

1.17.2011

Book Review: The Battle of the Labyrinth by Rick Riordan



The Battle of the Labyrinth by Rick Riordan
Disney/Hyperion
Pages 361
Copyright 2008

Freshman orientation holds special horrors for Percy Jackson, teenage demigod. As the half-blood son of Poseidon, Percy is an Olympian and not only does he have to deal with starting yet another new school, this one being the place where his mother's boyfriend teaches, but he also has to worry about the threat of war between the Olympians and Kronos, the evil Titan. And, there are all these thoughts and feelings about Annabeth, fellow demigod and daughter of Athena, that he needs to figure out…

Back at Camp Half-Blood, Percy finds himself heading into the infamous Labyrinth on a quest led by Annabeth. Also along are Tyson, Percy's Cyclops half-brother and Grover, Percy's best friend and Satyr.

Their task is simple: survive the labyrinth, a constantly shifting, changing place of monsters, traps, and danger, convince Daedalus to help them, and get home in time to save Camp Half-Blood from the Titan's monster army.

This is the fourth book in the series by Riordan and I've enjoy each of them. Things are growing more dangerous for Percy and his friends, a fact reflected by the pacing of the story - things are far more urgent, which isn't a bad thing. Riordan has done an excellent job introducing the world of Greek mythology in a way kids will enjoy and what's better than that?

Recommendation: It's a spiffy series involving Greek myth, magic, and amazing adventures. An excellent introduction for kids and a delightful story for parents.

1.15.2011

Book Review: The Real George Washington



The Real George Washington by Jay A. Parry and Andrew M. Allison
Publisher: The National Center for Constitutional Studies
Pages: 829
Copyright: 1991 (First Printing) 2009 (Seventh Printing)

"First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his countrymen."

'Light-Horse Harry' Henry Lee uttered those words about George Washington at his funeral.

Out of the many eulogies given for General Washington, his were, perhaps the most fitting of them all.

I learned about George Washington in school. Doesn't everyone? But, after reading "The Real George Washington" I realize schools do not do the man justice.

Born on February 22, 1732, with a bloodline some genealogists have traced back through 55 generations to "Odin, heroic founder of the Viking kingdom of Scandinavia", his life was bent to public service.

His father died when he was 11. At 14 he wanted to enlist in the British Navy but his mother prevented him from doing so. At 15, he was a skilled surveyor, earning enough money to make small loans to family and friends. At 16, he joined a surveying expedition assigned to explore the South Branch of the Potomac River in northwest Virginia. At 17, he was appointed the official surveyor of Culpepper County. At 20, he was appointed the district adjutant general of the Virginia Militia with the rank of major.

He fought his first battle at the age of 22 against the French in what was the first engagement of the French and Indian War. At 23, he fought a major battle against General Edward Braddock on the Monongahela River. From 23 to 25, he served as commander of the Virginia forces assigned to protect settlers on the frontier against Indian attacks.

He was elected to the Virginia House of Burgesses at the age of 27 and served from 1759 through 1774.

At 42, he attended the First Continental Congress and during the Second Continental Congress, at the age of 43, he was appointed commander of the American army, a position he held for all eight years of the long, grueling war.

In 1787 he presided over the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia and then, on April 30, 1789 he was sworn in as the first American President.

After serving two terms as president, he retired from public service and spent the rest of his days at Mount Vernon, dying on December 14, 1799 at the age of 67

Those are the facts, but they don't come close to telling the story of George Washington. They don't convey how quiet and unimposing he was. Nor do they reveal how, when appointed to lead the fight against Britain, he felt himself inadequate for the task. They don't explain his brilliance in conducting a defensive war, nor do they come close to revealing how much America owes to him. There was never a time during the war that he had enough men, enough supplies, or enough support from Congress to do the job, yet he managed.

The facts also don't tell us that when pressed into service as the first man to lead the country he helped create, he again thought himself inadequate for the job. When again pressed into serving a second term, he wanted nothing more than to go home to Mount Vernon and live out his life in peace and quiet but he again answered the call of his country, at great personal sacrifice. They also don't convey his love of freedom, his deep faith in God, or his belief in the Republic he helped craft and bring into being.

Recommendation: There's no way for me to adequate sum up a book of this magnitude and length, so I won't even try. I couldn't do General Washington justice. I can say this: If you're interested in American history, one of the people you need to learn about is George Washington and this book is a comfortable read, well annotated, and referenced. It's also a good place to start.

1.05.2011

So... what do you call a challenge that isn't a challenge?


How about I simply call it an invitation?

I don't remember where I ran across the complete New York Times Bestseller number ones in fiction, but you can find it here:

New York Times Bestseller number ones

The list began in the 1940's and the first number one was And Now Tomorrow by Rachel Field. It was published by MacMillan and was number one on the debut list for August 9, 1942

So, here's the idea.

I'm going to try reading the fiction list of New York Times Bestseller number ones, starting with the first one, if I can find it.

I'm going to take my time, so there's no ending date. There's no starting date, either. If my sad little library is open tomorrow, I may see if they have Field's book.

Why am I doing it?

I want to follow the path and see how our reading habits have changed. I doubt that the stories we read in the 1940's are the same as the ones we read now but how have they changed? Will there be a noticable trend? Or will the shift be subtle?

I'm curious, aren't you?

If you are, let me know and we can share ideas. If anyone is interested, I might try to do something more official, but for now...

It isn't a challenge.

It's an invitation.

1.01.2011

The first day of the year... and a few words about last year.


This is January?

I took the photo at work this morning. It was raining/misting and in the high 30's.

It's now 23F with a wind advisory in effect that makes it feel like 6F with the wind chill. And, it's snowing.

Weirdness abounds.

So...

A few words about the last 12 months, reading-wise.

I read 44 fewer books than last year. Not good, but that's the way it was. On the other hand, I did a great deal of writing of my own, so the trade off is okay in my book.

Looking at my list, I was pretty heavy into the paranormal, which shouldn't surprise anyone. It's what I enjoy the most and these days, when I read, I mostly read to relax and escape for a bit.

I read some favorite authors and found a couple of new ones to add to the list (Keri Arthur, Brian Gruley, and Ilona Andrews) and fell totally in love with one new character and author. Christopher Farnsworth and his novel Blood Oath novel blew me away. The second in the series is due out in April and I want it now.

The one truly sad part of the year, for me, was the loss of Robert B. Parker, the man behind the Spenser series. I've been in love with Spenser since Robert Urich played him on television and I'll miss him, Susan, and Hawk, a lot.

No deep introspection on my part for last year or for what's coming next. I know my favorite authors have new books set to come out and those will keep me busy. I hope to keep writing and maybe, if I can stop being a coward, maybe see if I can't take the next step.

Finally, I am playing around with an idea that I may share about a non-challenge challenge but we'll see...

I hope everyone has a healthy, happy, and prosperous 2011.