<?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-1178391329472182291</id><updated>2011-08-15T18:38:26.770-04:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='police procedure'/><category term='witness protection'/><category term='comedy'/><category term='death'/><category term='mothers and daughters'/><category term='community'/><category term='small-town life'/><category term='cookbook'/><category term='twins'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='underclass'/><category term='elderly'/><category term='survival'/><category term='warfare'/><category term='middle age'/><category term='summer'/><category 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stories'/><category term='idiot girls'/><category term='high school'/><category term='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><category term='physics'/><category term='Renaissance fairs'/><category term='horse racing'/><category term='Lincoln Rhyme'/><category term='whining'/><category term='orphans'/><category term='afterlife'/><category term='gay'/><category term='math'/><category term='Washington'/><category term='children'/><category term='photography'/><category term='disasters'/><category term='Tennessee'/><category term='New York City'/><category term='vampires'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='mid-life crisis'/><category term='single'/><category term='show business'/><category term='scandinavia'/><category term='families'/><category term='libraries'/><category term='life'/><category term='rats'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='Texas'/><category term='florida'/><category term='literary novels'/><category term='home renovation'/><category term='chick lit'/><category term='nutcases'/><category term='history'/><category term='D.C.'/><category term='religion'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='father and daughter'/><category term='series'/><category term='mental illness'/><category term='writing'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='alcoholism'/><category term='medicine'/><category term='ambulance'/><category term='working poor'/><category term='biodiesel'/><title type='text'>A Girl and Her Books</title><subtitle type='html'>My take on a few of the books I've read</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-7213627740613440449</id><published>2009-09-03T01:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:44:35.934-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>Take Your Shirt Off and Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9VQCo0SUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/W1XjpOXiohc/s1600-h/take.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9VQCo0SUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/W1XjpOXiohc/s200/take.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377110214177999170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nancy Balbirer reflects on her  lackluster acting career in NYC and LA, crazed roommates, awful boyfriends,  major &amp;amp; minor celebrities, outlawed diet drugs, and bad decisions. Her tales  of the 80s and 90s are dated -- many of the celebrities she gossips about are  virtually unknown today -- and never rise above a simmering bitterness. Gossip  about SNL and Seinfeld is especially boring. She's aiming for "darkly funny"  and "searingly honest," but doesn't come close.  (And yes, I agree with everyone that "Jane" is Jennifer Aniston.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-7213627740613440449?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7213627740613440449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=7213627740613440449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7213627740613440449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7213627740613440449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-your-shirt-off-and-cry.html' title='Take Your Shirt Off and Cry'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9VQCo0SUI/AAAAAAAAAP4/W1XjpOXiohc/s72-c/take.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2046514864446051296</id><published>2009-09-03T01:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:29:03.632-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jackson Brodie'/><title type='text'>When Will There Be Good News?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9T-q4Xr-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WJe-yLnTK6Y/s1600-h/when.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9T-q4Xr-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WJe-yLnTK6Y/s200/when.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377108816231378914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The third Jackson Brodie novel is a  fairly good read, but not nearly as gripping as its predecessors, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Case Histories  &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Good Turn&lt;/span&gt;. The multiple characters and their stories don't tie together  with Ms. Atkinson's customary sharpness -- at least one seems pointless -- and  Brodie's own dilemma takes such a ridiculous turn as to lose all credibility. As  much as I loved and championed the two previous books, I was disappointed by  this one. It felt more like the conclusion of a contract than the latest  installment of Scotland's most brilliant mystery series since Rankin &amp;amp;  Rebus. &lt;span class="rating"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-2046514864446051296?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2046514864446051296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2046514864446051296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2046514864446051296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2046514864446051296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-will-there-be-good-news.html' title='When Will There Be Good News?'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9T-q4Xr-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/WJe-yLnTK6Y/s72-c/when.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5934869860250433133</id><published>2009-09-03T01:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:26:39.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World War II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warfare'/><title type='text'>The Guernsey Literary &amp; Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9TRZ-ODMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w2GwGjRmg1c/s1600-h/guernsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9TRZ-ODMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w2GwGjRmg1c/s200/guernsey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377108038598397122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- commentHeader --&gt;While many novels have praised the  pluck and resiliency of the British during World War II, this story not only  addresses the unique situation of the small island of Guernsey, but touches on  topics and situations not covered by most authors. My admiration for residents  of the United Kingdom has soared even higher after reading this book. &lt;span class="rating"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-5934869860250433133?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5934869860250433133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5934869860250433133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5934869860250433133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5934869860250433133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/guernsey-literary-potato-peel-pie.html' title='The Guernsey Literary &amp; Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9TRZ-ODMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/w2GwGjRmg1c/s72-c/guernsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2178587196601186825</id><published>2009-09-03T01:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T01:21:47.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scotland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Emotionally Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9SUCG5dFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TEjktSOh6ag/s1600-h/weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9SUCG5dFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TEjktSOh6ag/s200/weird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377106984220324946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview30086582" class="reviewText"&gt;Not as good as &lt;em&gt;Case Histories&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;One Good  Turn&lt;/em&gt;, but the attuned reader can see Atkinson evolving toward those  masterpieces.&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/1178391329472182291-2178587196601186825?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2178587196601186825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2178587196601186825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2178587196601186825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2178587196601186825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/emotionally-weird.html' title='Emotionally Weird'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9SUCG5dFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TEjktSOh6ag/s72-c/weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4528043236766706800</id><published>2009-09-03T01:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:41:22.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father and daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid-life crisis'/><title type='text'>Do-Over!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9PD4AMbwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gUrRaPwtmHk/s1600-h/do-over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9PD4AMbwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gUrRaPwtmHk/s200/do-over.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377103408095063810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is essentially the diary of a  middle-aged man in the throes of a mid-life crisis: about to become a father for  the fourth time, Robin Hemley copes by repeating difficult childhood and young-adult  experiences, hoping for a better outcome the second time around. He attends  kindergarten &amp;amp; sixth grade, performs in a Christmas play, re-enrolls in  summer camp, renews his honorary membership in a fraternity, revisits the prom,  and reconnects with his Japanese exchange-student friend. Although most of the  tales are mawkish, the introduction of Emily Jean, a bright and talented orphan  under the care of Hemley's former English teacher, provides a touching parallel  to his own difficult youth. Unfortunately, her story is the only bright  spot in 316 pages of solipsism. &lt;span class="rating"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4528043236766706800?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4528043236766706800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4528043236766706800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4528043236766706800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4528043236766706800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-over.html' title='Do-Over!'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9PD4AMbwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/gUrRaPwtmHk/s72-c/do-over.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5789189525071525384</id><published>2009-09-03T01:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:30:58.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dysfunctional'/><title type='text'>Curse of the Spellmans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9OO2ipQrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-ARDi5sSWWI/s1600-h/curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9OO2ipQrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-ARDi5sSWWI/s200/curse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377102497169621682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Spellman schtick is losing its luster. The dysfunctional family that was  amusing in the first book and somewhat chucklesome in the second is tiresome in  this third volume. The mystery Izzy must solve is overshadowed by Spellman  family melodrama, and by story's end, the reader is more apt to slap some sense  into every character rather than cheer the resolution of a mildly interesting  case. Izzy -- whom I suspect is the alter ego of Lisa Lutz -- needs to grow up  and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-5789189525071525384?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5789189525071525384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5789189525071525384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5789189525071525384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5789189525071525384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/curse-of-spellmans.html' title='Curse of the Spellmans'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9OO2ipQrI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-ARDi5sSWWI/s72-c/curse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-812180463482710160</id><published>2009-09-03T00:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:44:06.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chefs'/><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9NgfyogzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_SsFg8BFthU/s1600-h/comfort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9NgfyogzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_SsFg8BFthU/s200/comfort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377101700788683570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gus Simpson is TV's premier chef, but at 50, she's reached her sell-by date (at  least in the view of her employer). Forced to shake things up by hosting a new  program with a young Latina beauty pageant queen, she finds herself not only  re-examining her life as a widow and single mother, but embracing change --  fiscal, emotional and career -- in ways she could have never  anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this shortly after the death of my boyfriend, and not  only did the theme of a fellow widow ring true with me, but I was reminded of  the abiding value of what some deride as "chick lit." It may not be Dostoyevsky,  but light and sweet is sometimes just the ticket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-812180463482710160?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/812180463482710160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=812180463482710160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/812180463482710160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/812180463482710160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9NgfyogzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/_SsFg8BFthU/s72-c/comfort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-767761159109587295</id><published>2009-09-03T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:58:26.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Family Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9Mz_jcSKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g_BuAB5MgxU/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 157px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9Mz_jcSKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g_BuAB5MgxU/s200/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377100936220788898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview69631830" class="reviewText"&gt;Brett and Layla Foster have been a couple since high school, so  Brett’s decision to separate not only shocks everyone, but strains their family  – because the Fosters are the only relations the parentless Layla has. What  happens when a clan prefers an in-law to blood kin? And what happens to an  extended family when its bedrock crumbles? Using alternating narrators, Caprice  Crane deftly illustrates a tribe in crisis, and how they handle the hardest  problems life dishes out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-767761159109587295?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/767761159109587295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=767761159109587295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/767761159109587295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/767761159109587295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-affair.html' title='Family Affair'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9Mz_jcSKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/g_BuAB5MgxU/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4142551771549775224</id><published>2009-09-03T00:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:56:19.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biography'/><title type='text'>Flannery: A Life of Flannery O'Connor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9MNG-3VeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TC8mJQ6X5js/s1600-h/flannery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9MNG-3VeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TC8mJQ6X5js/s200/flannery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377100268199957986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview53328576" class="reviewText"&gt;Brad Gooch has taken the  complicated, intense life of the woman who was one of the greatest Southern  writers of the 20th century and rendered it accessible and compelling. He  demonstrates how O'Connor devised her characters and their motives, as well how  her deep Roman Catholic faith shaped her narrative. Most touchingly, Gooch takes  readers into the hospital with O'Connor, where, while dying of lupus, she hid  short stories she was still working on under her pillow so doctors wouldn't stop  her creative flow. Considered at best a minor writer when she died, Gooch  demonstrates just why O'Connor is now, rightfully, considered one of the best  Southern authors to have walked the earth.&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/1178391329472182291-4142551771549775224?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4142551771549775224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4142551771549775224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4142551771549775224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4142551771549775224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/flannery-life-of-flannery-oconnor.html' title='Flannery: A Life of Flannery O&apos;Connor'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9MNG-3VeI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TC8mJQ6X5js/s72-c/flannery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4555080477855940156</id><published>2009-09-03T00:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:53:12.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychopaths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><title type='text'>Columbine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9LcLpDSxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pq-J8Ff3t8c/s1600-h/columbine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9LcLpDSxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pq-J8Ff3t8c/s200/columbine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377099427637054226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave Cullen has crafted a myth-busting  exploration of the tragic April 1999 school shooting at Columbine High School. He covered the story from the beginning and has followed the case through  prodigious research, exhaustive interviews and an inerrant eye for the truth.  Rumors are dispelled, unsung heroes praised, cover-ups exposed and survivors  chronicled, all with one clear goal: to strengthen what was shattered on that  fateful April day at the broken places.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4555080477855940156?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4555080477855940156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4555080477855940156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4555080477855940156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4555080477855940156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/columbine.html' title='Columbine'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9LcLpDSxI/AAAAAAAAAOw/pq-J8Ff3t8c/s72-c/columbine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1344699889736390522</id><published>2009-09-03T00:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:49:44.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='witness protection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><title type='text'>Beat the Reaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9KvQ_HxJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fClSJGMx9vk/s1600-h/reaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9KvQ_HxJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fClSJGMx9vk/s200/reaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377098655977686162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not only is Josh Bazell a doctor who  can write, but he puts Michael Crichton &amp;amp; Robin Cook to shame with a fast,  gripping tale that, in this post-Soprano age, seems all too realistic. Dr. Peter  Brown works in the hospital from hell when he runs into an elderly man from his  past, and suddenly Pietra Brwna's WITSEC protection is gone. What follows is one  of the fastest-paced books ever written. Readers should prepare themselves for  high levels of gore and mutilation -- Chuck Palahniuk's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rant &lt;/span&gt;is the best  comparison -- but just as Pietra Brwna knows how to jerk out a man's throat with  his bare hands, Josh Bazell grabs the reader with Peter Brown's tale and doesn't  let go until the blood-splattered end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1344699889736390522?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1344699889736390522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1344699889736390522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1344699889736390522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1344699889736390522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/09/beat-reaper.html' title='Beat the Reaper'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sp9KvQ_HxJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/fClSJGMx9vk/s72-c/reaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-7461605565884978428</id><published>2009-06-18T01:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T01:09:57.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Counterfeit Farm Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnL9EbDJpI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q2vJvQxFLd0/s1600-h/farm+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnL9EbDJpI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q2vJvQxFLd0/s200/farm+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348530282498827922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While McCorkindale's stories of adjusting to rural Virginia life after leaving suburban New Jersey are generally funny, there's a clear strain of bitterness and more than a whiff of disdain for the residents of Fauquier County and its lack of commerce.  This doesn't work for me, a suburban Richmond girl who happily moved to the western-central Virginia boonies (and its lack of commerce) when I fell in love with a wild-eyed country boy.  McCorkindale lurks in the shadows of feminine humor masters Laurie Notaro and Celia Rivenbark -- take a page from them, Suzy, and get back to us when you learn something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-7461605565884978428?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7461605565884978428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=7461605565884978428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7461605565884978428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7461605565884978428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-of-counterfeit-farm-girl.html' title='Confessions of a Counterfeit Farm Girl'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnL9EbDJpI/AAAAAAAAANo/Q2vJvQxFLd0/s72-c/farm+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1228355585112338110</id><published>2009-04-20T22:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:41:53.743-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father and daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Are You There, Vodka?  It's Me, Chelsea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0yUgOo5eI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6olYCy9mikM/s1600-h/vodka+chelsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0yUgOo5eI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6olYCy9mikM/s200/vodka+chelsea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969262079272418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny, profane, typical Chelsea Handler. Details her drinking, dysfunctional family (who put the "fun" in "dysfunctional"), and various relationships with friends and significant others. I suspect a lot of the tales are exaggerated, or "real-ish," as David Sedaris would say. Still side-splitting if you enjoy no-sacred-cows comedy, starting with the title.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1228355585112338110?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1228355585112338110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1228355585112338110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1228355585112338110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1228355585112338110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-there-vodka-its-me-chelsea.html' title='Are You There, Vodka?  It&apos;s Me, Chelsea'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0yUgOo5eI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6olYCy9mikM/s72-c/vodka+chelsea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5051363812280399828</id><published>2009-04-20T22:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:54:03.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Belle Weather: Mostly Sunny with a Chance of Scattered Hissy Fits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0xiNCY2II/AAAAAAAAAME/KyraJ7-_Zy8/s1600-h/belle+weather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0xiNCY2II/AAAAAAAAAME/KyraJ7-_Zy8/s200/belle+weather.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326968397934155906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Typical Celia Rivenbark, which is to say hilarious, rip-roaring, definitely the Southern belle's often skewed point of view. Rivenbark touches on car wrecks &amp;amp; lawyers, Britney Spears (as a decidedly Southern hot mess), birthday parties for young (consumer) girls, food and husbands.   The quote about palmetto bugs, alone, is worth the full price of the book.  Required reading for all those wishing to laugh their asses off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(On cockroaches: "Occasionally, we call them 'palmetto bugs,' which sounds downright charming, as if they march about with palm fronds for hair and carry tiny little glasses of sweet tea on a tray.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-5051363812280399828?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5051363812280399828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5051363812280399828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5051363812280399828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5051363812280399828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/belle-weather-mostly-sunny-with-chance.html' title='Belle Weather: Mostly Sunny with a Chance of Scattered Hissy Fits'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0xiNCY2II/AAAAAAAAAME/KyraJ7-_Zy8/s72-c/belle+weather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3990408942120507087</id><published>2009-04-20T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:35:14.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiot girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacific Northwest'/><title type='text'>The Idiot Girl and the Flaming Tantrum of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0wk1AMOXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IT_Tw1A-v7g/s1600-h/notaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0wk1AMOXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IT_Tw1A-v7g/s200/notaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326967343510468978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The latest Idiot Girl dispatch from Eugene, Oregon -- psychotic family members, buying a house, water in the basement, and helping a dog cross the Rainbow Bridge, then welcoming another. Don't read this book while drinking or eating -- you'll spew from laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-3990408942120507087?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3990408942120507087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3990408942120507087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3990408942120507087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3990408942120507087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/idiot-girl-and-flaming-tantrum-of-death.html' title='The Idiot Girl and the Flaming Tantrum of Death'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0wk1AMOXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IT_Tw1A-v7g/s72-c/notaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1971367670895288707</id><published>2009-04-20T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:27:54.875-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coming out'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show business'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Candy Everybody Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0u5QU2gFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3SSt3LHGnk0/s1600-h/andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0u5QU2gFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3SSt3LHGnk0/s200/andy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965495419011154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh Kilmer-Purcell succeeds where many fail: a non-fiction writer trying his hand at fiction. Jayson Blocher is forced from the family home to an escort service for chorus boys in NYC, then on to Hollywood. Marc Acito covers much of the same territory, and he should fear Kilmer-Purcell's poaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1971367670895288707?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1971367670895288707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1971367670895288707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1971367670895288707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1971367670895288707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-everybody-wants.html' title='Candy Everybody Wants'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0u5QU2gFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3SSt3LHGnk0/s72-c/andy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2175605840168936113</id><published>2009-04-20T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:24:11.007-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='small-town life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><title type='text'>Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0uJeBswJI/AAAAAAAAALs/F1NxwrASx0k/s1600-h/dewey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0uJeBswJI/AAAAAAAAALs/F1NxwrASx0k/s200/dewey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326964674463056018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book touched me both as a librarian and an animal lover (despite being severely allergic to cats). Dewey was rescued from the book return by library staffers on a freezing January morning, but ended up rescuing not only the library but its patrons, staff and even the town. He is the perfect poster child not only for reading, but for tolerance, love and forgiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-2175605840168936113?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2175605840168936113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2175605840168936113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2175605840168936113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2175605840168936113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/dewey-small-town-library-cat-who.html' title='Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0uJeBswJI/AAAAAAAAALs/F1NxwrASx0k/s72-c/dewey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6451182185820605314</id><published>2009-04-20T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:13:58.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>My Horizontal Life: a Collection of One-Night Stands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0qsTPUzvI/AAAAAAAAALk/x_vLuthG-rg/s1600-h/horizontal+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0qsTPUzvI/AAAAAAAAALk/x_vLuthG-rg/s200/horizontal+life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326960874816327410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A hilarious account of Chelsea Handler's sexual adventures -- I suspect a lot of literary exaggeration, but still quite funny and enjoyable. The girl gets around.&lt;span class="rating"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-6451182185820605314?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6451182185820605314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6451182185820605314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6451182185820605314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6451182185820605314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-horizontal-life-collection-of-one.html' title='My Horizontal Life: a Collection of One-Night Stands'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0qsTPUzvI/AAAAAAAAALk/x_vLuthG-rg/s72-c/horizontal+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6647962316722069810</id><published>2009-04-20T21:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:59:50.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><title type='text'>My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0oXD_s77I/AAAAAAAAALc/-DlzwccfQu0/s1600-h/russell+brand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0oXD_s77I/AAAAAAAAALc/-DlzwccfQu0/s200/russell+brand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326958310923759538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both hilarious and harrowing, Russell Brand details his life in sex, drugs and showmanship, from his infancy as the child of divorced &amp;amp; dysfunctional parents, to the talented young man consumed by heroin &amp;amp; cocaine. Just like his stage performances, Brand doesn't hold back anything on the page -- the book starts just after he's entered a sex addiction clinic in Philadelphia -- but instead of appalling readers, his honesty makes his story more compelling and his recovery a triumph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-6647962316722069810?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6647962316722069810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6647962316722069810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6647962316722069810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6647962316722069810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-booky-wook-memoir-of-sex-drugs-and.html' title='My Booky Wook: A Memoir of Sex, Drugs, and Stand-Up'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Se0oXD_s77I/AAAAAAAAALc/-DlzwccfQu0/s72-c/russell+brand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8538821663987707538</id><published>2009-04-20T09:50:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:59:17.161-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warfare'/><title type='text'>The Gone-Away World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sex9zRAKpoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fi7ha6j6Hok/s1600-h/gone+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sex9zRAKpoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fi7ha6j6Hok/s200/gone+away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326770778963355266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a world where the horror of nuclear war has been superseded by a bomb that literally makes the physical world disappear, Gonzo Lubitsch and his nameless best friend head up the Haulage &amp;amp; HazMat Emergency Freebooting Company, a ragged band of troubleshooters who quell problems in the aftermath of the Gone Away War. Through their lives pass ninjas, mimes, pirates, parents and specters surpassing the most active imagination, leading to revelations that shock the reader and stun the soul -- but permeating all is the unmistakable stamp of love in its many and varied forms. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gone-Away World &lt;/span&gt;is a literary masterpiece, and Nick Harkaway is a genius practitioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literary trivia: Harkaway is the son of British spymaster John le Carré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This book was selected as a Powell's Daily Dose on February 20, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-8538821663987707538?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8538821663987707538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8538821663987707538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8538821663987707538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8538821663987707538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/gone-away-world.html' title='The Gone-Away World'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/Sex9zRAKpoI/AAAAAAAAAK0/fi7ha6j6Hok/s72-c/gone+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1178204671684914676</id><published>2008-12-28T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:46:59.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renaissance fairs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gullah'/><title type='text'>Wicked Weaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgsBD4gwPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5a93Jb7jjMw/s1600-h/wicked.cgi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgsBD4gwPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5a93Jb7jjMw/s200/wicked.cgi" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285022559453102322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leaden, awful.  Badly sketched characters, ridiculous story.  Almost as bad as attending an actual Renaissance fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1178204671684914676?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1178204671684914676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1178204671684914676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1178204671684914676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1178204671684914676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/wicked-weaves.html' title='Wicked Weaves'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgsBD4gwPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5a93Jb7jjMw/s72-c/wicked.cgi' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6772095114973510823</id><published>2008-12-28T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:45:06.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><title type='text'>Plum Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgrhVXhbgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IlNt_WW69rA/s1600-h/plum+island.cgi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgrhVXhbgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IlNt_WW69rA/s200/plum+island.cgi" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285022014390758914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Given that Plum Island is an animal disease testing facility for the US government, I expected a cross between Richard Preston and Michael Crichton. The island's actual purpose, however, proves to be a red herring for recuperating NYPD cop John Corey, who struggles to solve the murder of two government biologists by digging through the island's legends &amp;amp; history. Despite the lack of scientific intrigue, DeMille lays out a very human story and leaves the reader satisfied at novel's end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-6772095114973510823?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6772095114973510823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6772095114973510823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6772095114973510823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6772095114973510823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/plum-island.html' title='Plum Island'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgrhVXhbgI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IlNt_WW69rA/s72-c/plum+island.cgi' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-620574208937297009</id><published>2008-12-28T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:42:17.401-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literary novels'/><title type='text'>Firmin (2008 edition)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgqi50uw7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ITUEEKCybRw/s1600-h/firmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgqi50uw7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ITUEEKCybRw/s200/firmin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285020941845185458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firmin &lt;/span&gt;is a novel very much in the somber -- some would say depressing -- tradition of Thomas Hardy.  Born in the basement of a Boston bookstore, the 13th in a litter of rats finds by nibbling on books that, unlike his siblings, he can read, think and write (at least in his mind).  Choosing to spend his life in the building where he was born, rather than set out for "up top," Firmin reads widely, scrounges for food, and loves the humans in his building, whether or not they return his affection -- all while the neighborhood, Scollay Square, falls into decline and is slated for demolition.  His intelligence is just as much a blessing as a curse, making him aware of his homely appearance, his inability to speak, and frequent reminders that humans view him as a pest, not a sentient being (such as the "goodbye zipper" debacle).  Illustrations by Fernando Krahn not only flesh out Firmin for readers, but add a ghoulish note -- the black &amp;amp; white drawings accent the novel's bleak tone.  A cover blurb from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Los Angeles Times &lt;/span&gt;refers to Firmin as a Dickensian hero, but with its conclusion, I see an inevitable comparison with Hardy's Jude Fawley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-620574208937297009?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/620574208937297009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=620574208937297009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/620574208937297009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/620574208937297009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/firmin-2008-edition.html' title='Firmin (2008 edition)'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SVgqi50uw7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/ITUEEKCybRw/s72-c/firmin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2607392654387474395</id><published>2008-11-24T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:44:22.363-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Falwell, Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SStKPir5vcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PWN5QHEDR-A/s1600-h/falwell+inc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SStKPir5vcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PWN5QHEDR-A/s200/falwell+inc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272389419636735426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview35051374" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;Having grown up between the empires of Pat Robertson in Virginia Beach and Jerry Falwell in Lynchburg, I can testify that no Virginian is neutral about either evangelist. However, as an outside observer with a solid background in financial reporting, Dirk Smillie has written a remarkably fair assessment of Falwell's fiscal and religious realm, including a family history that explains many of his motives and actions. All the warts are on display, but so are the merits, resulting in a riveting narrative that will not only interest chroniclers of the Religious Right, but every resident of the Commonwealth who watched the spectacle unfold.&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/1178391329472182291-2607392654387474395?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2607392654387474395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2607392654387474395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2607392654387474395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2607392654387474395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/falwell-inc.html' title='Falwell, Inc.'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SStKPir5vcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/PWN5QHEDR-A/s72-c/falwell+inc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1089223854142935312</id><published>2008-11-16T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:25:16.280-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Baby Love: An Affectionate Miscellany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SSDyC4i0ZmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0L5Is_XOGqU/s1600-h/baby+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SSDyC4i0ZmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0L5Is_XOGqU/s200/baby+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269477695375566434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've received some great books from Library Thing's Early Reviewer program, but this is the first one I haven't been willing to pass on -- it's just too beautiful to let go. Rachael Hale's lovely portfolio of babies doesn't feature them as creatures or plants like Anne Geddes, but simply captures them in all their chubby, cheerful joy. Included are baby-oriented quotes (my favorites are from Charles Osgood &amp;amp; Teresa Morrison), nursery rhymes, tips (swaddling, bath games, folding a cloth diaper) and worldwide traditions. A wonderful book that will banish gloom &amp;amp; gladden the coldest heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1089223854142935312?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1089223854142935312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1089223854142935312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1089223854142935312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1089223854142935312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/11/baby-love-affectionate-miscellany.html' title='Baby Love: An Affectionate Miscellany'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SSDyC4i0ZmI/AAAAAAAAAJc/0L5Is_XOGqU/s72-c/baby+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4178415534840779407</id><published>2008-10-26T00:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:14:53.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horse racing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><title type='text'>Silks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SQPudFmL-aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/u8E0kNbwjDI/s1600-h/silks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SQPudFmL-aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/u8E0kNbwjDI/s200/silks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261310973184833954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;Since reading my first Dick Francis novel in 1982, he’s been at the top of my favorites list, and I took it badly when his wife, Mary, died in 2000.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’d never hidden how essential she was to his work – she was his primary editor and researcher – and declared that, without her, his writing days were over.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, that wasn’t the case – he returned with a fourth Sid Halley tale in 2006’s &lt;i style=""&gt;Under Orders&lt;/i&gt; – and now son Felix is helping him turn out his classic tales.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The latest entry is &lt;i style=""&gt;Silks&lt;/i&gt;, where barrister (and amateur jump jockey) Geoffrey Mason finds himself entangled not only as a defense attorney, but in a struggle for his life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The plot follow well-established Francis territory, but what draws me – and fans worldwide – to each novel is the freshness with which this former jockey (and the only three-time winner of the Edgar Award) covers ground that would, in the hands of a lesser writer, prove sterile.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/books/article4639752.ece"&gt;Rachel Johnson: "Our Favourite Thriller Writer Dick Francis is Back in the Saddle"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4178415534840779407?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4178415534840779407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4178415534840779407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4178415534840779407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4178415534840779407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/silks.html' title='Silks'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SQPudFmL-aI/AAAAAAAAAJU/u8E0kNbwjDI/s72-c/silks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8539951002612017890</id><published>2008-10-20T17:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:31:19.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookbook'/><title type='text'>The River Run Cookbook: Southern Comfort from Vermont</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPz2XY_q2pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iv9H4XOa9JQ/s1600-h/river+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPz2XY_q2pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iv9H4XOa9JQ/s200/river+run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259349346568821394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It soothes my frazzled nerves to know that illustrious Yankees like David Mamet &amp;amp; Howard Norman enjoy Southern cooking as much as those of us who were raised on it.  Jimmy Kennedy's recipes are slightly adapted to Northern groceries &amp;amp; palates (Breakfast Pasta, p. 85), but are definitely steeped in his Mississippi roots (Chicken-Fried Hamburger Steak, p. 98).  The only category missing is drink recipes, but then again, you can just reserve some liquor from the Whiskey Cake (p. 205).  Five-star recipes and terrific stories to go along with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-8539951002612017890?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8539951002612017890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8539951002612017890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8539951002612017890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8539951002612017890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/river-run-cookbook-southern-comfort.html' title='The River Run Cookbook: Southern Comfort from Vermont'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPz2XY_q2pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/iv9H4XOa9JQ/s72-c/river+run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2055028757599177774</id><published>2008-10-16T00:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:48:15.457-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Banshe'/><title type='text'>Endorsement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPbHTSbqPpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hMVrTHGs5Jw/s1600-h/Xmas+2001+toy+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPbHTSbqPpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hMVrTHGs5Jw/s200/Xmas+2001+toy+run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257608749180927634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm The Banshe, and I approved this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-2055028757599177774?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2055028757599177774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2055028757599177774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2055028757599177774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2055028757599177774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/endorsement.html' title='Endorsement'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPbHTSbqPpI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hMVrTHGs5Jw/s72-c/Xmas+2001+toy+run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1850809467428822206</id><published>2008-10-16T00:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T00:44:09.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Los Angeles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whining'/><title type='text'>You're Not the Boss of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPbFUzNM47I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hvuJdngTzbI/s1600-h/boss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After sitting on my reading list for two years, I finally bought this book, after all three of my public library systems refused to buy it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I know why.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From a first-paragraph description of the sexual position used to conceive her first child, Erika Schickel spends 228 pages bemoaning her “pussy belly,” hating her minivan, vacillating between alterna- and trad-moms, playing &lt;i style=""&gt;Grand Theft Auto,&lt;/i&gt; and getting lap dances from female strippers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I enjoy warts-and-all mothering books, because it was the most difficult, demanding and immediate-reward-deficient assignment of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But a history of drugs used by stay-at-home moms to medicate their misery (while bitching about how hard it is to quit smoking weed)?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Excuses for how much you hate your cat, to the point of returning it to the shelter?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(As a mother of three refugee dogs, that one really set me off.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Losing your cookies because foot surgery hurts and renders you temporarily handicapped?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should have known this book wasn’t for me when I saw Susan Reinhardt’s prominent blurb.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She and Schickel peddle the same tone-deaf pseudo-humor (apparently the specialty of their publisher, Kensington), and I’m dedicating the rest of my life to avoiding it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1850809467428822206?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1850809467428822206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1850809467428822206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1850809467428822206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1850809467428822206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/youre-not-boss-of-me.html' title='You&apos;re Not the Boss of Me'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPbFUzNM47I/AAAAAAAAAI0/hvuJdngTzbI/s72-c/boss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1276049773486770565</id><published>2008-10-12T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:29:15.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>The Beach House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPIzu_0QJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/O6koXCVTktc/s1600-h/beach+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPIzu_0QJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/O6koXCVTktc/s200/beach+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256320597592385410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;An elderly woman rents rooms in her Nantucket home to make ends meet, inadvertently forcing convergence on many disparate lives. A theme visited by many other authors, but Jane Green renews it quite well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1276049773486770565?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1276049773486770565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1276049773486770565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1276049773486770565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1276049773486770565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/beach-house.html' title='The Beach House'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPIzu_0QJ4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/O6koXCVTktc/s72-c/beach+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3027795164126287760</id><published>2008-10-12T13:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:31:07.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Orleans'/><title type='text'>The House on First Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPIy6CTw2SI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0k5wzetEymE/s1600-h/first+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPIy6CTw2SI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0k5wzetEymE/s200/first+street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256319687728355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love books about home renovation, New Orleans is one of my favorite settings for a story, and I'm a fan of Julia Reed's writing -- I adored &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen of the Turtle Derby &lt;/span&gt;-- so this book arrived on my reading list with a pre-approved stamp. Thankfully, it lived up to the label. Not only did I enjoy the warts-and-all renovation tale, but completely related to Julia's long &amp;amp; complicated journey from uncommitted single life to married domesticity. Add in the intrigue of Hurricane Katrina, along with Julia's irrepressible urge to entertain -- as a friend says, "A fool and her money throw great parties" -- and you've got one hell of a good read. Hilarious appearances by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vogue&lt;/span&gt;'s Andre Leon Talley, a longtime Reed friend, are icing on the cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-3027795164126287760?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3027795164126287760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3027795164126287760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3027795164126287760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3027795164126287760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/house-on-first-street.html' title='The House on First Street'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SPIy6CTw2SI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0k5wzetEymE/s72-c/first+street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-9025446237782092085</id><published>2008-10-07T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:08:48.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal romance'/><title type='text'>Any Given Doomsday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOwHmEmCzAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/983lACjETe8/s1600-h/doom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOwHmEmCzAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/983lACjETe8/s200/doom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254583215884258306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liz Phoenix has always known she was different, but has no idea just how much separates her from the rest of mankind until she finds her foster mother, Ruthie, in a pool of blood in her kitchen, dying from wounds inflicted by an otherworldly beast.  She’s quickly sucked into the battle between good and evil, populated by seers, demon killers, fairies, skinwalkers, dhampirs, berserkers and vampires, amongst many others.  Along the way, she discovers the secrets lurking behind many otherwise normal faces, as well as unsavory aspects of her youthful love and fellow foster child, Jimmy Sanducci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having never read any paranormal romances, I wasn’t prepared for the energetic &amp; graphic sex featured throughout.  Especially disturbing was the bondage theme that emerged in the last quarter of the novel, when the story shifts to a Manhattan high-rise.  However, Handeland’s descriptions never reach the explicit levels of Anne Rice’s vampire novels, and genre readers most likely expect a vivid mix of sex and mysticism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-9025446237782092085?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9025446237782092085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=9025446237782092085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9025446237782092085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9025446237782092085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/any-given-doomsday.html' title='Any Given Doomsday'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOwHmEmCzAI/AAAAAAAAAIc/983lACjETe8/s72-c/doom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1875805415297591700</id><published>2008-10-04T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:28:36.693-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Waltzing at the Piggly Wiggly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgYGll7IFI/AAAAAAAAAII/nIkLNOYFgPE/s1600-h/piggly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgYGll7IFI/AAAAAAAAAII/nIkLNOYFgPE/s200/piggly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253475466777141330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the sweetest books I've read in years. Not a literary masterpiece, but a funny, charming and heartfelt glimpse of small-town life that reminds me, once again, why I'm so proud to be Southern. I just wish there was a Piggly Wiggly in my town for me to waltz in the aisles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1875805415297591700?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1875805415297591700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1875805415297591700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1875805415297591700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1875805415297591700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/waltzing-at-piggly-wiggly.html' title='Waltzing at the Piggly Wiggly'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgYGll7IFI/AAAAAAAAAII/nIkLNOYFgPE/s72-c/piggly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4294434080814392007</id><published>2008-10-04T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:27:15.203-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>I Had the Right to Remain Silent...But I Didn't Have the Ability</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgX2rKDAoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4ryKxgBpqE4/s1600-h/ron+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgX2rKDAoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4ryKxgBpqE4/s200/ron+white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253475193392923266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book is rude, crude and lewd.  Every page made me laugh.  And then I made my boyfriend read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4294434080814392007?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4294434080814392007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4294434080814392007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4294434080814392007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4294434080814392007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-right-to-remain-silentbut-i-didnt.html' title='I Had the Right to Remain Silent...But I Didn&apos;t Have the Ability'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgX2rKDAoI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4ryKxgBpqE4/s72-c/ron+white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4725481740815107722</id><published>2008-10-04T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:37:58.899-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><title type='text'>One Good Turn: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgXjA_VzQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lRYxo83ULpI/s1600-h/good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgXjA_VzQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lRYxo83ULpI/s200/good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253474855656213762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is, hands-down, the best book I read in 2006, and probably one of my best reads of the decade. It's even better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Case Histories&lt;/span&gt;, and I didn't think Ms. Atkinson could top that. I'm in awe of her ability to build an incredibly complex and detailed story -- and make it look so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/contest/dailydose_archive?year=2007&amp;amp;month=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview33473632" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;This review was chosen as a Daily Dose by Powells.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/contest/dailydose_archive?year=2007&amp;amp;month=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4725481740815107722?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4725481740815107722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4725481740815107722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4725481740815107722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4725481740815107722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-good-turn-novel.html' title='One Good Turn: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgXjA_VzQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/lRYxo83ULpI/s72-c/good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3427187911883798641</id><published>2008-10-04T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:24:38.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Paula Deen: It Ain't All about the Cookin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgXJ-hKChI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c4lis7TaDSc/s1600-h/paula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgXJ-hKChI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c4lis7TaDSc/s200/paula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253474425496013330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paula tells her inspiring story, warts and all. While she berates herself for smoking, having an affair with a married man, and being an imperfect parent, those very faults make us (her less-than-perfect fans) love her all the more. Well done, Lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-3427187911883798641?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3427187911883798641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3427187911883798641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3427187911883798641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3427187911883798641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/paula-deen-it-aint-all-about-cookin.html' title='Paula Deen: It Ain&apos;t All about the Cookin&apos;'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgXJ-hKChI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c4lis7TaDSc/s72-c/paula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6597636460043675267</id><published>2008-10-04T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:23:04.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><title type='text'>Death Comes for the Fat Man (Dalziel and Pascoe Mysteries)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgW0NWlmLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AOjYg8C_WUw/s1600-h/fat+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgW0NWlmLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AOjYg8C_WUw/s200/fat+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253474051521091762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so moved by this, the latest in the Dalziel-Pascoe series, that I had a hard time moving on after the story ended. Focusing on the cops rather than the robbers makes this a moving addition to the series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-6597636460043675267?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6597636460043675267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6597636460043675267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6597636460043675267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6597636460043675267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-comes-for-fat-man-dalziel-and.html' title='Death Comes for the Fat Man (Dalziel and Pascoe Mysteries)'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgW0NWlmLI/AAAAAAAAAHo/AOjYg8C_WUw/s72-c/fat+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-7827782875266586466</id><published>2008-10-04T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:21:31.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington D.C.'/><title type='text'>Boomsday: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgWc8KuP-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0cAAI9xxNqw/s1600-h/boom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgWc8KuP-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0cAAI9xxNqw/s200/boom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253473651770933218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite simply, the funniest book Buckley has ever written. That's a high accolade, given his body of work, but it's the only way to sum up such an outrageous, and accurate, novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-7827782875266586466?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7827782875266586466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=7827782875266586466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7827782875266586466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7827782875266586466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/boomsday-novel.html' title='Boomsday: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgWc8KuP-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/0cAAI9xxNqw/s72-c/boom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4880215056535739962</id><published>2008-10-04T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:20:06.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutcases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manic'/><title type='text'>Hurricane Punch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgWIxCR-wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BFca9FgwHKw/s1600-h/hur+punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgWIxCR-wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BFca9FgwHKw/s200/hur+punch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253473305185352450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never thought any writer could out-nuttify Carl Hiaasen, but Tim Dorsey proved me wrong. I'll never look at a Coleman cooler the same way again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4880215056535739962?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4880215056535739962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4880215056535739962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4880215056535739962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4880215056535739962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/hurricane-punch.html' title='Hurricane Punch'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgWIxCR-wI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BFca9FgwHKw/s72-c/hur+punch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5481491095832954660</id><published>2008-10-04T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:18:44.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><title type='text'>The Half-Mammals of Dixie: Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgV28qUHmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PVs6tUsbbuE/s1600-h/half+mammals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgV28qUHmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PVs6tUsbbuE/s200/half+mammals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253472999068409442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine gave this to me as a good-luck gift just before major surgery. It has saved my life many times since then, mostly because George Singleton never fails to demonstrate that even the openly deranged can survive in Southern society. This is a good reminder for me, as I've spent my life teetering on the edge of sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-5481491095832954660?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5481491095832954660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5481491095832954660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5481491095832954660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5481491095832954660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-mammals-of-dixie-stories.html' title='The Half-Mammals of Dixie: Stories'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgV28qUHmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/PVs6tUsbbuE/s72-c/half+mammals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-9185327239477687172</id><published>2008-10-04T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:17:34.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tennessee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medicine'/><title type='text'>Heart in the Right Place: A Memoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgVgKZu9oI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eZjHx2j0SwI/s1600-h/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgVgKZu9oI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eZjHx2j0SwI/s200/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253472607619970690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not a big fan of memoirs, but checked this out under duress from the local librarian. A few pages in, though, I was hooked. Carolyn Jourdan returns home from a high-powered job in Washington, D.C. after a family crisis to eventually discover that her dream of helping people and fixing the world is best accomplished where she started, in her rural hometown in east Tennessee. Without a doubt, the best book I read in 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-9185327239477687172?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9185327239477687172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=9185327239477687172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9185327239477687172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9185327239477687172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-in-right-place-memoir.html' title='Heart in the Right Place: A Memoir'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgVgKZu9oI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eZjHx2j0SwI/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3784303601011471826</id><published>2008-10-04T21:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:16:01.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambulance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midwest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire and rescue'/><title type='text'>Population: 485: Meeting Your Neighbors One Siren at a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgVKaHggLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hl3R1yhihrQ/s1600-h/pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgVKaHggLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hl3R1yhihrQ/s200/pop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253472233881370802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perfectly sums up small-town life -- coping with isolation, family, community and figuring out where you belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-3784303601011471826?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3784303601011471826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3784303601011471826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3784303601011471826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3784303601011471826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/population-485-meeting-your-neighbors.html' title='Population: 485: Meeting Your Neighbors One Siren at a Time'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgVKaHggLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Hl3R1yhihrQ/s72-c/pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5089945950775981461</id><published>2008-10-04T21:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:14:01.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pigs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>Swine Not?: A Novel Pig Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgUxc8uK7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/O82i6jO4LgI/s1600-h/swine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgUxc8uK7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/O82i6jO4LgI/s200/swine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253471805144705970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the sweetest books I've ever read. A tale of twins -- both human and porcine -- filled with love and laughter; even the bad guy meets a good end. Jimmy's not a literary genius, but he's fun and generous, and in my opinion, sometimes that counts for more than brilliance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-5089945950775981461?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5089945950775981461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5089945950775981461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5089945950775981461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5089945950775981461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/swine-not-novel-pig-tale.html' title='Swine Not?: A Novel Pig Tale'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgUxc8uK7I/AAAAAAAAAG4/O82i6jO4LgI/s72-c/swine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3654748795529827007</id><published>2008-10-04T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:12:55.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid-life crisis'/><title type='text'>A False Sense of Well-Being</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgUXxXbvVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U6vK8vtdSt4/s1600-h/false.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgUXxXbvVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U6vK8vtdSt4/s200/false.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253471363948854610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A better title would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A False Advertisement of Humor&lt;/span&gt;. Although the dust cover described this as darkly funny, I found almost nothing about it laugh-provoking. It was just another tiresome woman searching for meaning in her life after suffering several setbacks, following a predictable path to the typical results. I don't feel like I lost brain cells to this book, but I didn't gain any either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-3654748795529827007?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3654748795529827007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3654748795529827007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3654748795529827007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3654748795529827007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/false-sense-of-well-being.html' title='A False Sense of Well-Being'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgUXxXbvVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U6vK8vtdSt4/s72-c/false.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1559830241845941401</id><published>2008-10-04T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:10:47.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers and daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>The Friday Night Knitting Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgT-Yb_QgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-Hq1r347x1I/s1600-h/knitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgT-Yb_QgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-Hq1r347x1I/s200/knitting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470927760343554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked this up mainly because a distasteful fellow patron at my local library declared it "sad." I figured if she disliked it, it couldn't be all bad ... and it's not. A plucky single Manhattan mom runs a cozy knitting shop while coping with her headstrong preteen daughter and the sudden reappearance of the girl's father, while patrons of the shop build an informal support group they brand "The Friday Night Knitting Club." Yes, the story has some sad moments, but what I took away from it was the immense strength offered by a group of friends who become your chosen family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1559830241845941401?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1559830241845941401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1559830241845941401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1559830241845941401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1559830241845941401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/friday-night-knitting-club.html' title='The Friday Night Knitting Club'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgT-Yb_QgI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-Hq1r347x1I/s72-c/knitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8106871980902810208</id><published>2008-10-04T21:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:09:19.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>Little Pink Slips</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgTjmAHKYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zDpvgpsRJMQ/s1600-h/pink+slips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgTjmAHKYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zDpvgpsRJMQ/s200/pink+slips.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470467545049474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chick lit is dismissed as fluff, but there are times when even the most serious reader needs something sweet to distract from everyday life. This is the perfect choice: light, breezy and funny, with just enough fact-based drama (the author survived the famous Rosie invasion of McCall's) to make it realistic. I thoroughly enjoyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Pink Slips &lt;/span&gt;-- in fact, was sorry to finish it -- and hope Sally Koslow has another book up her brocaded Mandarin sleeve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-8106871980902810208?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8106871980902810208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8106871980902810208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8106871980902810208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8106871980902810208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-pink-slips.html' title='Little Pink Slips'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgTjmAHKYI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zDpvgpsRJMQ/s72-c/pink+slips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-7334935466479312756</id><published>2008-10-04T21:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:07:23.617-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>My Heart May Be Broken, But My Hair Still Looks Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgTK4pCBRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZaduNgg6yOw/s1600-h/hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgTK4pCBRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZaduNgg6yOw/s200/hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253470043051787538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun, frivolous and feisty, Southern chick lit always focuses on scrappy women refusing to sit back and take s**t, getting on with their lives even when -- yes -- their hearts are breaking. That's what Texas hairdressers/sleuths Edwina and Debbie Sue help Paige accomplish in this tale of heiresses, horse-napping and hijinks. Dixie Cash doesn't write serious literature, but the sisters behind the pen name (Pamela Cumbie &amp;amp; Jeffery McClanahan) create fun reads that help feisty ladies, Southern or otherwise, get through the rough patches of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-7334935466479312756?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7334935466479312756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=7334935466479312756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7334935466479312756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7334935466479312756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-heart-may-be-broken-but-my-hair.html' title='My Heart May Be Broken, But My Hair Still Looks Great'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgTK4pCBRI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZaduNgg6yOw/s72-c/hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2408386795808877124</id><published>2008-10-04T21:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:37:25.091-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Brief Interviews with Hideous Men: Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgSN8zYtcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k0r24HVdVU0/s1600-h/brief+interviews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgSN8zYtcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k0r24HVdVU0/s200/brief+interviews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253468996196939202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having read -- and disliked -- two of this collection's pieces in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Esquire &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/span&gt;, I should have avoided &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brief Interviews with Hideous Men&lt;/span&gt;. But I wanted to give David Foster Wallace and his vaunted dry humor one more chance. I found a couple of the briefest stories ("Forever Overhead," the first episode of the two-part "The Devil is a Busy Man") interesting and even laugh-provoking, but the remaining stories bored me. Like Jon Stewart's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naked Pictures of Famous People&lt;/span&gt;, this book strives too hard and self-consciously to be funny. Wallace should buy a volume or two of Barry Hannah's work and study the master of the dryly hilarious short story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-2408386795808877124?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2408386795808877124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2408386795808877124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2408386795808877124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2408386795808877124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/brief-interviews-with-hideous-men.html' title='Brief Interviews with Hideous Men: Stories'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgSN8zYtcI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/k0r24HVdVU0/s72-c/brief+interviews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3631099620085138552</id><published>2008-10-04T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:01:54.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><title type='text'>The Edge of the Crazies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgR456khBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pa6bP72-mOY/s1600-h/crazies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgR456khBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pa6bP72-mOY/s200/crazies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253468634644513810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of us whose every day is off-kilter, Jamie Harrison has created the ideal town with the perfect sheriff: Jules Clement, Ph.D., of Blue Deer, Montana. Home after a decade of archeological exploration, Jules finds that the duties of a small-town sheriff are more dangerous than excavating in Tunisia or Turkey, because in Montana he has to cope with sibling rivalry, nouveau riche newcomers, duck killers, naked men peeing in the town park, and memories of his father's murder twenty years earlier. Walking on the wild side has never been better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-3631099620085138552?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3631099620085138552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3631099620085138552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3631099620085138552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3631099620085138552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/edge-of-crazies.html' title='The Edge of the Crazies'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgR456khBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Pa6bP72-mOY/s72-c/crazies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4789410580807300082</id><published>2008-10-04T20:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:00:21.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mid-life crisis'/><title type='text'>A Year by the Sea: Thoughts of an Unfinished Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgRf0ITO8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-WqWWnCuOM/s1600-h/sea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgRf0ITO8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-WqWWnCuOM/s200/sea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253468203594759106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the first page to the last, Joan Anderson reveals herself to be a self-absorbed woman, rather than the self-sacrificing mother and wife she claims to be. Her attempts to "find" herself, such as frolicking with seals, taking a job in a fish shop, and befriending another self-obsessed older woman, are stereotypical "enlightening" activities -- in other words, the so-called talented writer can't rise above the pedantic. This memoir is an insult to hard-working women who "find" themselves in the midst of busy and demanding lives without the convenience of a seaside refuge. Joan Anderson would have done the literary world a service to stay in her cottage and keep her "unfinished" thoughts to herself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4789410580807300082?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4789410580807300082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4789410580807300082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4789410580807300082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4789410580807300082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/year-by-sea-thoughts-of-unfinished.html' title='A Year by the Sea: Thoughts of an Unfinished Woman'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgRf0ITO8I/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-WqWWnCuOM/s72-c/sea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-9065269150654659850</id><published>2008-10-04T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:39:34.125-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='D.C.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><title type='text'>Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgROOuaiuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8eslMQMJ1j8/s1600-h/her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgROOuaiuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8eslMQMJ1j8/s200/her.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253467901496298210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unlike &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Husbandry &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dating Big Bird&lt;/span&gt;, Laura Zigman's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her &lt;/span&gt;is a waste of precious wood pulp. With a main character, Elise, who isn't fleshed-out or sympathetic, and a story -- she obsessively spies on her fiancé, Donald, and his ex-fianceé, Adrienne -- that's one-dimensional, not to mention awkwardly constructed, the novel belly flops. Other than a detailed list of streets in northwest Washington, D.C. and occasional forays into the coffee shop of Politics and Prose, there is nothing to recommend this novel. Laura Zigman should atone for the trees that died to print this atrocious tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-9065269150654659850?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9065269150654659850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=9065269150654659850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9065269150654659850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9065269150654659850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/her.html' title='Her'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgROOuaiuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/8eslMQMJ1j8/s72-c/her.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-7499952541322232448</id><published>2008-10-04T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:56:44.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strippers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutcases'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Piggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgQr3imeVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ecc2K6MozpM/s1600-h/piggs_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgQr3imeVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ecc2K6MozpM/s200/piggs_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253467311157180754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dustcover describes "Piggs" as the Sopranos in overalls and bare feet, but a better comparison is Carl Hiaasen in Texas. Nearly every character in this story is a lowlife, and many are murderous, but good wins out in the end and everybody gets what they deserve. At the heart of the action are Jack, an ex-con who dreams of a better life while washing dishes in a takeout Chinese joint next door to the strip joint of the title, and Gloria, the dancer of every man's fantasies, who lives in her family's abandoned theme park. Along for the ride are Cecil R. Dupree, a redneck mobster who runs the little town of Mexican Wells, and his band of merry pranksters, Grape and Cat, as well as the suave Ricky Chavez, who pines for Gloria with boxed chocolates in his hand and French condoms in his pocket. The story follows a number of conventional lines, but the characters are so memorable that readers can forgive author Neil Barrett, Jr. for treading down a predictable path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-7499952541322232448?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7499952541322232448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=7499952541322232448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7499952541322232448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7499952541322232448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/piggs.html' title='Piggs'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgQr3imeVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ecc2K6MozpM/s72-c/piggs_med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1983130968909227875</id><published>2008-10-04T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:54:38.790-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graveyards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><title type='text'>A Gracious Plenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgQLf929fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/14c5x_UWk6U/s1600-h/gracious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgQLf929fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/14c5x_UWk6U/s200/gracious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253466755073242610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finch Nobles was terribly burned as a child, and as a result she hides from most of human society. But she's welcome in the graveyard she passionately tends, where the dead -- including her beloved parents and an always-squalling baby -- speak to her, telling the tales that will eventually allow them to progress along the path they must take. When a local eccentric is buried in the cemetery, however, everything -- including the dynamics of the town just outside the graveyard gates -- is changed, and Finch finds herself forced to allow living beings into her life -- and let the dead follow their own road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1983130968909227875?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1983130968909227875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1983130968909227875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1983130968909227875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1983130968909227875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/gracious-plenty.html' title='A Gracious Plenty'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgQLf929fI/AAAAAAAAAFo/14c5x_UWk6U/s72-c/gracious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-7349789589478805879</id><published>2008-10-04T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:53:16.579-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York City'/><title type='text'>Girls' Poker Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgPyNNPSbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kAbteWFbD-U/s1600-h/poker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgPyNNPSbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kAbteWFbD-U/s200/poker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253466320540748210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's obvious Jill Davis was once a writer for David Letterman -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls' Poker Night&lt;/span&gt; is filled with the sardonic humor he exemplifies. She deftly applies her talent to the subject of love in New York City -- specifically, the love of writer Ruby Capote for her boss, Michael Hobbs, as seen through the weekly poker nights she holds with her four dysfunctional girlfriends. The only problem I had with the novel was the premise of having an affair with the boss -- most workplaces prohibit such a relationship, but Ruby and Michael wash every bit of their laundry in full public view, much to the reader's delight.&lt;table style="width: 10px; height: 24px;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-7349789589478805879?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7349789589478805879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=7349789589478805879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7349789589478805879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7349789589478805879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/girls-poker-night.html' title='Girls&apos; Poker Night'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgPyNNPSbI/AAAAAAAAAFg/kAbteWFbD-U/s72-c/poker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5198191829828412503</id><published>2008-10-04T20:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:50:49.191-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alzheimer&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Until the Real Thing Comes Along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgPPofsn_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NgHiNRJ8Moc/s1600-h/real+thing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgPPofsn_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NgHiNRJ8Moc/s200/real+thing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253465726570504178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patty is in love with a gay man and wants a child -- dilemmas one might not be able to relate to, but such is Elizabeth Berg's magic that she draws readers into this particular story as strongly as if it were reality. She makes the difficult and complex choices of Patty and the object of her affection, Ethan, seem natural -- the initial decision to conceive a baby, then a move to Minneapolis where Ethan feels he might better simulate heterosexuality, Patty's everyday irritation with the tumults of pregnancy, and finally, welcoming a child against the backdrop of Patty's mother's recent diagnosis of Alzheimer's. One life is ushered in as another is slowly but surely escorted out; the smooth ebb and flow of being continues, and Berg, as always, renders every moment lyric and wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-5198191829828412503?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5198191829828412503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5198191829828412503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5198191829828412503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5198191829828412503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/until-real-thing-comes-along.html' title='Until the Real Thing Comes Along'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOgPPofsn_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/NgHiNRJ8Moc/s72-c/real+thing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4759080970738019686</id><published>2008-10-04T18:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:01:03.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elderly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><title type='text'>Lunch at the Piccadilly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf1mYS7OlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ri0Lwpq84Zo/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf1mYS7OlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ri0Lwpq84Zo/s200/lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253437530056637010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview27180212" class="reviewText"&gt;A moving chronicle of life's end, from the perspective of both the elderly and their caretakers. Clyde Edgerton's funny, accurate and sensitive tale of the varied residents of Rosehaven, a skilled nursing facility in Listre, North Carolina, is one of his best works ... ranking, in my opinion, with his masterpiece, &lt;i&gt;Raney&lt;/i&gt;.&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/1178391329472182291-4759080970738019686?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4759080970738019686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4759080970738019686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4759080970738019686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4759080970738019686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch-at-piccadilly.html' title='Lunch at the Piccadilly'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf1mYS7OlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ri0Lwpq84Zo/s72-c/lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1876949349682454260</id><published>2008-10-04T18:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:57:17.301-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Tricky Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf0qLpTpII/AAAAAAAAAFI/AQ85zGSbCnI/s1600-h/tricky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf0qLpTpII/AAAAAAAAAFI/AQ85zGSbCnI/s200/tricky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253436495868699778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span class="userReview"&gt;                    &lt;span style="display: none;" id="freeTextContainerreview28470619" class="reviewText"&gt;Having been deprived of his weekly column for the last few years, I'd forgotten how Dave Barry makes me belly-laugh. He borrows liberally from his friend and Miami Herald colleague Carl Hiaasen in setting up this story -- one of the heavies is almost identical, even by name, to a thug in Hiaasen's &lt;i&gt;Native Tongue&lt;/i&gt; -- but dreams up a tale all his own. Sprinkled with his trademark humor and citing events that could only occur in South Florida, Barry constructs a believable tale of high-sea h&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/126019.Tricky_Business#" onclick="Element.show('freeTextreview28470619'); Element.hide('freeTextContainerreview28470619'); return false;"&gt;...mor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview28470619" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;Having been deprived of his weekly column for the last few years, I'd forgotten how Dave Barry makes me belly-laugh. He borrows liberally from his friend and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miami Herald &lt;/span&gt;colleague Carl Hiaasen in setting up this story -- one of the heavies is almost identical, even by name, to a thug in Hiaasen's &lt;i&gt;Native Tongue&lt;/i&gt; -- but dreams up a tale all his own. Sprinkled with his trademark humor and citing events that could only occur in South Florida, Barry constructs a believable tale of high-sea hijinks and nuttiness where the bad guys get what they deserve, the good guys triumph, and the retirees keep pushing nickels into the slot machines.&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/1178391329472182291-1876949349682454260?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1876949349682454260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1876949349682454260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1876949349682454260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1876949349682454260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/tricky-business.html' title='Tricky Business'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf0qLpTpII/AAAAAAAAAFI/AQ85zGSbCnI/s72-c/tricky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8541575237149774954</id><published>2008-10-04T18:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:54:22.187-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mothers and daughters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scandinavia'/><title type='text'>Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf0BpTEB5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/YEXqkNv1zH0/s1600-h/northern+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf0BpTEB5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/YEXqkNv1zH0/s200/northern+lights.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253435799453829010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview18079404" class="reviewText"&gt;I have to love any book where the mother has the exact same name as my daughter.&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/1178391329472182291-8541575237149774954?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8541575237149774954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8541575237149774954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8541575237149774954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8541575237149774954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/let-northern-lights-erase-your-name.html' title='Let the Northern Lights Erase Your Name'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOf0BpTEB5I/AAAAAAAAAFA/YEXqkNv1zH0/s72-c/northern+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-9094476197136099956</id><published>2008-10-04T18:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:52:27.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>The Man of My Dreams: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfzm-btWwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8uQ7pPY-1RM/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfzm-btWwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8uQ7pPY-1RM/s200/dreams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253435341270768386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview18079923" class="reviewText"&gt;Why does anyone pay this woman to write?  She's a hardbound case of clinical depression.  Run for the exits!&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/1178391329472182291-9094476197136099956?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9094476197136099956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=9094476197136099956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9094476197136099956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/9094476197136099956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-of-my-dreams-novel.html' title='The Man of My Dreams: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfzm-btWwI/AAAAAAAAAE4/8uQ7pPY-1RM/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-472436870602824839</id><published>2008-10-04T18:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:51:21.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teenagers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='class wars'/><title type='text'>Prep: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfzRy994GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RNga6RQQOk4/s1600-h/prep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfzRy994GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RNga6RQQOk4/s200/prep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253434977415979106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview18079922" class="reviewText"&gt;Before reading this book, you should visit your doctor for an antidepressant. This woman is determined to increase the suicide rate in America.&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/1178391329472182291-472436870602824839?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/472436870602824839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=472436870602824839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/472436870602824839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/472436870602824839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/prep-novel.html' title='Prep: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfzRy994GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/RNga6RQQOk4/s72-c/prep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8933521086296082267</id><published>2008-10-04T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:45:19.123-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfx8VozSgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4c_yRDf-bL8/s1600-h/blasp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfx8VozSgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4c_yRDf-bL8/s200/blasp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253433509253696002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview22124125" class="reviewText"&gt;With CERN's Large Hadron Collider a reality, this novel's premise is no longer speculation. Douglas Preston isn't a writer for the ages, but he sure knows how to spin a good tale for the here and now.&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/1178391329472182291-8933521086296082267?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8933521086296082267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8933521086296082267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8933521086296082267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8933521086296082267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/blasphemy.html' title='Blasphemy'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfx8VozSgI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4c_yRDf-bL8/s72-c/blasp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2511909628071600214</id><published>2008-10-04T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:45:23.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midwest'/><title type='text'>In The Land of Second Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwzP9pCJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nGY9fwqDAvM/s1600-h/second.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwzP9pCJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nGY9fwqDAvM/s200/second.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253432253600041106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            &lt;span class="userReview"&gt;                    &lt;span style="display: none;" id="freeTextContainerreview28583094" class="reviewText"&gt;This would typically be classed as a "feel-good" title, with a bit of Christian and Eastern philosophy tossed into the mix. Soon after B&amp;amp;B owner Wilma Porter asks God to send some help to her little town of Ebb, Nebraska, a well-dressed traveling salesman named Vernon Moore shows up at her door. He ostensibly sells games of chance, but seems more intent on rescuing the town's citizens -- most notably, the owner of an independent (and financially distressed) department store whose&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/3397982.In_The_Land_of_Second_Chances#" onclick="Element.show('freeTextreview28583094'); Element.hide('freeTextContainerreview28583094'); return false;"&gt;...more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="freeTextreview28583094" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;This would typically be classed as a "feel-good" title, with a bit of Christian and Eastern philosophy tossed into the mix. Soon after B&amp;amp;B owner Wilma Porter asks God to send some help to her little town of Ebb, Nebraska, a well-dressed traveling salesman named Vernon Moore shows up at her door. He ostensibly sells games of chance, but seems more intent on rescuing the town's citizens -- most notably, the owner of an independent (and financially distressed) department store whose daughter is dying of a painful and incurable disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the action is predictable, and a lot of cliches are trotted out as the story progresses. Moore's own backstory is never fully revealed -- he seems to have appeared out of thin air -- but he leaves in his wake many people who have been repaired emotionally, fiscally, psychogically and yes, spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Shaffner isn't a gifted writer -- he almost never uses contractions, which gives his dialogue a clunky, unrealistic feel. In addition, most of his characters are thinly sketched cliches -- he apparently consulted Midwest Generic Casting to populate his fictional community. His narrator seems too distant to serve as a reliable voice. But the story has definite charm and an upbeat message, which redeems it from what, in other hands, might have been an unbearably saccharine fable.&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/1178391329472182291-2511909628071600214?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2511909628071600214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2511909628071600214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2511909628071600214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2511909628071600214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-land-of-second-chances.html' title='In The Land of Second Chances'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwzP9pCJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/nGY9fwqDAvM/s72-c/second.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2392315458916878028</id><published>2008-10-04T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:39:32.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwhOd_SeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nLlTAWTu8vE/s1600-h/rant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwhOd_SeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nLlTAWTu8vE/s200/rant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253431943961201122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;span class="userReview"&gt;                    &lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview33473862" class="reviewText"&gt;I'm a fan of Chuck Palahniuk, but this "biography" of bio-terrorist Buster Casey was too graphic for my tastes. I didn't even make it to the quarter mark before succumbing to queasiness.&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/1178391329472182291-2392315458916878028?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2392315458916878028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2392315458916878028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2392315458916878028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2392315458916878028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/rant-oral-biography-of-buster-casey.html' title='Rant: An Oral Biography of Buster Casey'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwhOd_SeI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nLlTAWTu8vE/s72-c/rant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6583985697169230397</id><published>2008-10-04T18:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:50:15.024-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookbook'/><title type='text'>Classic Home Desserts: A Treasury of Heirloom and Contemporary Recipes From Around the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwD755OKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UNoLFyzViY/s1600-h/classic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwD755OKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UNoLFyzViY/s200/classic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253431440761764002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview18473216" class="reviewText"&gt;A wonderful dessert/baked goods cookbook and the most-used one in my collection. I've successfully modified a lot of the recipes to accomodate my boyfriend's diabetes and renal failure. I just wish Richard Sax were still alive so I could let him know how much his cookbook has helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=990CE3DE1E3FF930A3575AC0A963958260"&gt;His NYTimes obituary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1178391329472182291-6583985697169230397?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6583985697169230397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6583985697169230397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6583985697169230397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6583985697169230397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/classic-home-desserts-treasury-of.html' title='Classic Home Desserts: A Treasury of Heirloom and Contemporary Recipes From Around the World'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfwD755OKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9UNoLFyzViY/s72-c/classic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-175236937798745929</id><published>2008-10-04T18:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:34:15.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Don't Sleep with a Bubba: Unless Your Eggs are in Wheelchairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfvR689nYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xLdD6I788dE/s1600-h/don%27t+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfvR689nYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xLdD6I788dE/s200/don%27t+sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253430581512740226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview18078226" class="reviewText"&gt;I can't believe Gannett employs this woman as a humor columnist.  Haven't they heard of Celia Rivenbark?  &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/1178391329472182291-175236937798745929?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/175236937798745929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=175236937798745929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/175236937798745929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/175236937798745929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-sleep-with-bubba-unless-your-eggs.html' title='Don&apos;t Sleep with a Bubba: Unless Your Eggs are in Wheelchairs'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfvR689nYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xLdD6I788dE/s72-c/don%27t+sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4729034713274048545</id><published>2008-10-04T18:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:32:57.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Republican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conservative'/><title type='text'>A Red State of Mind: How a Catfish Queen Reject Became a Liberty Belle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfvAn8ynTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/f-mVraLZs08/s1600-h/red+state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfvAn8ynTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/f-mVraLZs08/s200/red+state.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253430284353969458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview18078284" class="reviewText"&gt;Nancy French is one of those right-wing Christian Republicans who thinks she's striking a blow for smart, funny conservatives (yeah, I know, an oxymoron). All she demonstrates is that she's a smug, self-righteous asshat.&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/1178391329472182291-4729034713274048545?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4729034713274048545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4729034713274048545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4729034713274048545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4729034713274048545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-state-of-mind-how-catfish-queen.html' title='A Red State of Mind: How a Catfish Queen Reject Became a Liberty Belle'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfvAn8ynTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/f-mVraLZs08/s72-c/red+state.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-7116374101643096287</id><published>2008-10-04T18:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:29:31.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Yes, You're Pregnant, But What About Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfuMHlqgSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/irEjRKSSjFk/s1600-h/yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfuMHlqgSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/irEjRKSSjFk/s200/yes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253429382313836834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not as funny as I expected. Kevin Nealon's revelations about the journey that led him to become a father later in life are interesting, but true to the title, he talks too much about himself and not enough about the little boy who made him a dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-7116374101643096287?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7116374101643096287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=7116374101643096287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7116374101643096287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/7116374101643096287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/yes-youre-pregnant-but-what-about-me.html' title='Yes, You&apos;re Pregnant, But What About Me?'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfuMHlqgSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/irEjRKSSjFk/s72-c/yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6914914986021204175</id><published>2008-10-04T18:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:28:17.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graveyards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Waiting for My Cats to Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOft50sZgUI/AAAAAAAAADw/i4aNyGD0k8s/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOft50sZgUI/AAAAAAAAADw/i4aNyGD0k8s/s200/waiting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253429068004163906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eloquent, heartfelt, and I'm not even a cat lover. While Stacy Horn's two feline companions are important to this collection of essays, she ruminates on many topics: life, death, relationships, loneliness and why she loves graveyards (an obsession we share). I loved this book &amp;amp; can't recommend it enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-6914914986021204175?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6914914986021204175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6914914986021204175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6914914986021204175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6914914986021204175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/waiting-for-my-cats-to-die.html' title='Waiting for My Cats to Die'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOft50sZgUI/AAAAAAAAADw/i4aNyGD0k8s/s72-c/waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1426065063483339667</id><published>2008-10-04T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:24:53.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><title type='text'>The Three Miss Margarets: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOftE8lBXJI/AAAAAAAAADo/Vi42GKue7VI/s1600-h/miss+marg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOftE8lBXJI/AAAAAAAAADo/Vi42GKue7VI/s200/miss+marg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253428159587638418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three strong-willed Southern women unite to keep an awful secret, without considering the young woman it accidentally damages. While I'm glad I read this novel, Ms. Shaffer would have done her tale more justice by creating a less abrupt ending. As it stands, an otherwise excellent story is amputated, rather than concluded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1426065063483339667?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1426065063483339667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1426065063483339667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1426065063483339667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1426065063483339667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-miss-margarets-novel.html' title='The Three Miss Margarets: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOftE8lBXJI/AAAAAAAAADo/Vi42GKue7VI/s72-c/miss+marg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3949663854260099508</id><published>2008-10-04T18:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:23:14.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father and daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>Three Days to Never: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfso7AJDpI/AAAAAAAAADg/oUoEYEbgIgw/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfso7AJDpI/AAAAAAAAADg/oUoEYEbgIgw/s200/three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253427678128180882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sci-fi-ish novel I'd have never picked up without reading a positive review, but what a reward! A father and daughter become enmeshed in a government plot, and the father not only sees the future, but has to make an incredibly difficult moral choice. I'll definitely be reading Tim Powers again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-3949663854260099508?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3949663854260099508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3949663854260099508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3949663854260099508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3949663854260099508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-days-to-never-novel.html' title='Three Days to Never: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfso7AJDpI/AAAAAAAAADg/oUoEYEbgIgw/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1384095149852663405</id><published>2008-10-04T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:21:47.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biography'/><title type='text'>The Thing About Life Is That One Day You'll Be Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfsTnImlcI/AAAAAAAAADY/tw2MFDV2pfw/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfsTnImlcI/AAAAAAAAADY/tw2MFDV2pfw/s200/life.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253427312017708482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know how David Shields puts up with his dad, but I do know this: his dad is related to my boyfriend. They're both exasperating. Thank you, David, for the field guide -- it helps tremendously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1384095149852663405?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1384095149852663405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1384095149852663405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1384095149852663405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1384095149852663405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/thing-about-life-is-that-one-day-youll.html' title='The Thing About Life Is That One Day You&apos;ll Be Dead'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfsTnImlcI/AAAAAAAAADY/tw2MFDV2pfw/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1732416415043569538</id><published>2008-10-04T18:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:19:52.520-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>There's a (Slight) Chance I Might Be Going to Hell: A Novel of Sewer Pipes, Pageant Queens, and Big Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfr6bE2vHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZQJNQ_Hkr20/s1600-h/slight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfr6bE2vHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZQJNQ_Hkr20/s200/slight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253426879284034674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm always wary when a non-fiction writer ventures into fiction, as the result isn't usually successful. Laurie Notaro carries on that tradition. While I'm glad I read it and enjoyed the laughs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sewer Queen &lt;/span&gt;pales in comparison to Notaro's guffaw-inducing true tales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-1732416415043569538?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1732416415043569538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1732416415043569538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1732416415043569538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1732416415043569538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-slight-chance-i-might-be-going.html' title='There&apos;s a (Slight) Chance I Might Be Going to Hell: A Novel of Sewer Pipes, Pageant Queens, and Big Trouble'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfr6bE2vHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ZQJNQ_Hkr20/s72-c/slight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5637230857778898004</id><published>2008-10-04T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:05:49.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><title type='text'>The Secret Lives of the Kudzu Debutantes: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfrOMA8kfI/AAAAAAAAADI/UhndSxvU8sA/s1600-h/secret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfrOMA8kfI/AAAAAAAAADI/UhndSxvU8sA/s200/secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253426119326863858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fun follow-up to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revenge of the Kudzu Debutantes&lt;/span&gt;, Secret Lives offers enough angst to be realistic, but plenty of happy endings and just desserts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-5637230857778898004?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5637230857778898004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5637230857778898004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5637230857778898004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5637230857778898004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/secret-lives-of-kudzu-debutantes-novel.html' title='The Secret Lives of the Kudzu Debutantes: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfrOMA8kfI/AAAAAAAAADI/UhndSxvU8sA/s72-c/secret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6262737395992075521</id><published>2008-10-04T18:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:15:17.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catholic'/><title type='text'>Requiem, Mass.: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfq3OY9fYI/AAAAAAAAADA/kPnfR0n8rCg/s1600-h/req.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfq3OY9fYI/AAAAAAAAADA/kPnfR0n8rCg/s200/req.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253425724827467138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The South has a well-deserved reputation for dysfunctional families, but John Dufresne proves they flourish in New England as well. Requiem, Mass is the town where Johnny and his sister Audrey cope with their mentally ill mother, chronically absent (and pathologically lying) father, and the abusive nuns at St. Simeon's. That they survive to adulthood is a miracle, although both are psychologically scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written from the adult Johnny's vantage point, it's unclear how much of this story is fact versus fiction. Whatever the case, it's a powerhouse of a book that packs an emotional wallop that stays with you long after the last page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-6262737395992075521?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6262737395992075521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6262737395992075521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6262737395992075521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6262737395992075521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/requiem-mass-novel.html' title='Requiem, Mass.: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfq3OY9fYI/AAAAAAAAADA/kPnfR0n8rCg/s72-c/req.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8595894191295946394</id><published>2008-10-04T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:07:05.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><title type='text'>The Mermaid Chair: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfqI8BicHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k1rJBAGT1zg/s1600-h/mermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfqI8BicHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k1rJBAGT1zg/s200/mermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253424929623404658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everybody and their book group loves Sue Monk Kidd, but her allure eludes me. I was so bored by this novel I didn't even make it a quarter of the way through. Elizabeth Berg or Kaye Gibbons cover this territory in much finer fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-8595894191295946394?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8595894191295946394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8595894191295946394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8595894191295946394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8595894191295946394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/mermaid-chair-novel.html' title='The Mermaid Chair: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfqI8BicHI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k1rJBAGT1zg/s72-c/mermaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6738933737469770861</id><published>2008-10-04T18:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:08:25.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>Him Her Him Again The End of Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfpRk3Fg1I/AAAAAAAAACw/PzkeiqmWSAE/s1600-h/him+her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfpRk3Fg1I/AAAAAAAAACw/PzkeiqmWSAE/s200/him+her.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253423978512745298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I find a book as funny as all the blurbs and reviewers claim it is, but just as often it misses the boat for me. This is one of the boat-missers. Patricia Marx's first novel does have its funny moments (Obax &amp;amp; Etienne, anything involving Libby, riding the train with Oliver Qas), but overall I grew tired of the nameless heroine's obsession for a pretentious cad named Eugene.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-6738933737469770861?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6738933737469770861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6738933737469770861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6738933737469770861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6738933737469770861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/him-her-him-again-end-of-him.html' title='Him Her Him Again The End of Him'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfpRk3Fg1I/AAAAAAAAACw/PzkeiqmWSAE/s72-c/him+her.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2958475837534155849</id><published>2008-10-04T18:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:05:56.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underclass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working poor'/><title type='text'>Deer Hunting with Jesus: Dispatches from America's Class War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfoqg03r4I/AAAAAAAAACo/jABNoXr8FZY/s1600-h/deer+hunting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfoqg03r4I/AAAAAAAAACo/jABNoXr8FZY/s200/deer+hunting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253423307414810498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although I generally enjoyed this book, Bageant is too quick to exempt his subjects from personal responsibility, preferring to blame government and powerful individuals for the woes of the underclass. Most of his observations are keen and he makes many good arguments, but a little less bitterness would go a long way in balancing his outlook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-2958475837534155849?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2958475837534155849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2958475837534155849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2958475837534155849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2958475837534155849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/deer-hunting-with-jesus-dispatches-from.html' title='Deer Hunting with Jesus: Dispatches from America&apos;s Class War'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfoqg03r4I/AAAAAAAAACo/jABNoXr8FZY/s72-c/deer+hunting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8926292642811268608</id><published>2008-10-04T17:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:00:38.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern literature'/><title type='text'>The Bible Salesman: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfnbmVCakI/AAAAAAAAACg/MKwuqDS8oDs/s1600-h/bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfnbmVCakI/AAAAAAAAACg/MKwuqDS8oDs/s200/bible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253421951682243138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With a front-cover David Sedaris blurb, I expected high hilarity on the level of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raney&lt;/span&gt;. What I got was a mildly funny and entertaining novel, with an ending that seemed just a little too pat. I'm glad I read this, but it's not Clyde Edgerton's best effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-8926292642811268608?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8926292642811268608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8926292642811268608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8926292642811268608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8926292642811268608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/bible-salesman-novel.html' title='The Bible Salesman: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfnbmVCakI/AAAAAAAAACg/MKwuqDS8oDs/s72-c/bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-608926202245064643</id><published>2008-10-04T17:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:58:06.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british'/><title type='text'>Aiding and Abetting: A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfmyMvghYI/AAAAAAAAACY/NFxCTgWiXWk/s1600-h/aiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfmyMvghYI/AAAAAAAAACY/NFxCTgWiXWk/s200/aiding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253421240439309698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A spare and enjoyable imaginary romp through what may have happened to Lucky Lucan, a British aristocrat on the lam since 1974. Dame Spark was economical with her use of words, which should serve as an example to other authors (I'm talking to you, Marisha Pessl).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-608926202245064643?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/608926202245064643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=608926202245064643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/608926202245064643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/608926202245064643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/aiding-and-abetting-novel.html' title='Aiding and Abetting: A Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfmyMvghYI/AAAAAAAAACY/NFxCTgWiXWk/s72-c/aiding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4348196848651318631</id><published>2008-10-04T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:55:48.932-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afterlife'/><title type='text'>The Brief History of the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfmQu7VhFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uTErEEQjL9U/s1600-h/brief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfmQu7VhFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uTErEEQjL9U/s200/brief.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253420665500173394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like most middle-aged people, I've lost several friends to death, and this take on what comes beyond is not only one of the most original and thought-provoking stories I've ever read, but has prompted me to think more frequently of those who have departed. If the dead truly do live on in the memories of those they leave behind, then Kevin Brockmeier has written a field guide to the afterlife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-4348196848651318631?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4348196848651318631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4348196848651318631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4348196848651318631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4348196848651318631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/brief-history-of-dead.html' title='The Brief History of the Dead'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfmQu7VhFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/uTErEEQjL9U/s72-c/brief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-8316903757352973201</id><published>2008-10-04T17:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:52:01.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='survival'/><title type='text'>The Unthinkable: Who Survives When Disaster Strikes - and Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOflb4zQP0I/AAAAAAAAACI/2bbbpp4f0sQ/s1600-h/unthink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOflb4zQP0I/AAAAAAAAACI/2bbbpp4f0sQ/s200/unthink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253419757617561410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview27075775" class="reviewText"&gt;An excellent summary of natural &amp;amp; man-made disasters and the behaviors that prompted some to survive and others to perish. Amanda Ripley proves the Boy Scouts are right: be prepared! Should be required reading for everyone.&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/1178391329472182291-8316903757352973201?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8316903757352973201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=8316903757352973201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8316903757352973201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/8316903757352973201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/unthinkable-who-survives-when-disaster.html' title='The Unthinkable: Who Survives When Disaster Strikes - and Why'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOflb4zQP0I/AAAAAAAAACI/2bbbpp4f0sQ/s72-c/unthink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6066936192933877876</id><published>2008-10-04T17:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:50:33.654-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higher education'/><title type='text'>God's Harvard: A Christian College on a Mission to Save America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfk9LPlPcI/AAAAAAAAACA/EFu6BXEpdEc/s1600-h/gh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfk9LPlPcI/AAAAAAAAACA/EFu6BXEpdEc/s200/gh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253419229992271298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview19885028" class="reviewText"&gt;This is a scary but important read. The right wing is steadily building up its young folk in an attempt to "return" American to its "Judeo-Christian roots," and this is the perfect glimpse into their plot. We can only hope they'll be stopped somehow -- maybe by throwing copies of Nancy French's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red State of Mind &lt;/span&gt;at them.&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/1178391329472182291-6066936192933877876?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6066936192933877876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6066936192933877876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6066936192933877876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6066936192933877876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/gods-harvard-christian-college-on.html' title='God&apos;s Harvard: A Christian College on a Mission to Save America'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfk9LPlPcI/AAAAAAAAACA/EFu6BXEpdEc/s72-c/gh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6172113357402043241</id><published>2008-10-04T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:37:45.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Problems at the Fountain of Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfiGmuoV_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Vtdze7Px1zY/s1600-h/dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfiGmuoV_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Vtdze7Px1zY/s320/dp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253416093454194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview31136696" class="reviewText"&gt;A wildly funny expose of the cosmetic extremes women reach for in order to preserve their youth -- or create one that never existed -- all driven by the beauty industry. Dermatologists barrage Teitell with different opinions, cosmetic companies hawk miracle elixirs, and star hairstylists promise life-changing transformations for a three-figure price (not including airfare). Reading this not only made me laugh, but cheered me about dropping out of the beauty race long ago.&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/1178391329472182291-6172113357402043241?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6172113357402043241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6172113357402043241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6172113357402043241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6172113357402043241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/drinking-problems-at-fountain-of-youth.html' title='Drinking Problems at the Fountain of Youth'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfiGmuoV_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Vtdze7Px1zY/s72-c/dp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2289184406448116549</id><published>2008-10-04T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:33:40.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biodiesel'/><title type='text'>Greasy Rider: Two Dudes, One Fast-Food-Fueled Car, and a Cross-Country Trip in Search of Greener Pastures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfg5NSK3gI/AAAAAAAAABo/19FiKThQ5AA/s1600-h/greasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfg5NSK3gI/AAAAAAAAABo/19FiKThQ5AA/s200/greasy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253414763774008834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview33473632" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;Take an Eastern liberal with no mechanical aptitude, pair him with a down-to-earth college friend who knows his way around an engine, and put them in a retooled Mercedes for an eight-day trip across the country while begging restaurants for fry-oil fuel -- and you'll have a laugh-aloud read that leaves you longing for French fries. Greg Melville &amp;amp; his pal Iggy travel from Burlington, Vermont to Berkeley, CA in the footsteps of cross-country driving pioneer H. Nelson Jackson, while searching for greener alternatives to everyday life. Not only do they glimpse Al Gore's Tennessee mansion and visit Fort Knox's geothermally-powered complex, they also encounter Hank in Nebraska (and his self-published Jesus screed), endure teeth-chattering cold as they climb the Rockies (the Mercedes' heat stops working when the car exceeds 50 mph), and discover another college pal is gay (his computer log-in is “Two Gay Guys”). Combined with side trips to Google, Dartmouth, the National Renewable Energy Laboratory, a wind-turbine farm, and the world's first green Wal-Mart, Melville delivers a funny and thought-provoking tale that not only splits your sides, but makes you ponder reducing your carbon footprint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/contest/dailydose_archive?year=2008&amp;amp;month=9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview33473632" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;This review was chosen as a Daily Dose by Powells.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1178391329472182291-2289184406448116549?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2289184406448116549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2289184406448116549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2289184406448116549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2289184406448116549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/greasy-rider-two-dudes-one-fast-food.html' title='Greasy Rider: Two Dudes, One Fast-Food-Fueled Car, and a Cross-Country Trip in Search of Greener Pastures'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfg5NSK3gI/AAAAAAAAABo/19FiKThQ5AA/s72-c/greasy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-3471097534664555972</id><published>2008-10-04T17:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:05:34.608-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autistic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='math'/><title type='text'>Born on a Blue Day: Inside the Extraordinary Mind of an Autistic Savant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfgQer3o8I/AAAAAAAAABg/RTMwWAJ4mf8/s1600-h/born+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfgQer3o8I/AAAAAAAAABg/RTMwWAJ4mf8/s200/born+blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253414064070566850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview33475140" class="reviewText"&gt;An extraordinary autobiography by an astounding young man detailing his unique talents, I came away shocked, amazed and profoundly affected by Daniel Tammet's life and achievements. It certainly made me reconsider my views of autistic individuals. I found this story much easier to relate to than John Elder Robinson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look Me In the Eye&lt;/span&gt;, although I enjoyed that title as well.&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/1178391329472182291-3471097534664555972?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3471097534664555972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=3471097534664555972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3471097534664555972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/3471097534664555972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/born-on-blue-day-inside-extraordinary.html' title='Born on a Blue Day: Inside the Extraordinary Mind of an Autistic Savant'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfgQer3o8I/AAAAAAAAABg/RTMwWAJ4mf8/s72-c/born+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-2557615653462437537</id><published>2008-10-04T17:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:10:40.433-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Books: A Memoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOffs1BVHyI/AAAAAAAAABY/j64hYsAcM-c/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOffs1BVHyI/AAAAAAAAABY/j64hYsAcM-c/s200/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253413451590868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview33473348" class="reviewText"&gt;While I've enjoyed Larry McMurtry's novels, this recounting of his life with books was boring. In fact, the prose was so clunky I wondered if it was written by the same man who penned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duane's Depressed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cadillac Jack&lt;/span&gt;. When it comes to recounting his life as a bookseller and -searcher, he's a lot less entertaining than relating the tales of various Texas scalawags.&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/1178391329472182291-2557615653462437537?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2557615653462437537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=2557615653462437537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2557615653462437537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/2557615653462437537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/books-memoir.html' title='Books: A Memoir'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOffs1BVHyI/AAAAAAAAABY/j64hYsAcM-c/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-4286702778101433005</id><published>2008-10-04T17:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:25:10.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scimitar SL-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOffJ8EaJhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I_XZFNOdlPc/s1600-h/scim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOffJ8EaJhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I_XZFNOdlPc/s200/scim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253412852187407890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview24087168" class="reviewText"&gt;This isn't a novel; it's a polemic against Democrats (with the prominent exception of the Kennedys). The volcanic explosions, which were the only reason I picked up this tome, aren't worth turning the pages of this GOP weapon of mass distraction.&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/1178391329472182291-4286702778101433005?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4286702778101433005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=4286702778101433005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4286702778101433005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/4286702778101433005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/scimitar-sl-2.html' title='Scimitar SL-2'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOffJ8EaJhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/I_XZFNOdlPc/s72-c/scim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-930042365287632447</id><published>2008-10-04T17:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:22:47.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick lit'/><title type='text'>Annie Freeman's Fabulous Traveling Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfemjK0DPI/AAAAAAAAABI/VXyAwk6EutM/s1600-h/annie+f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfemjK0DPI/AAAAAAAAABI/VXyAwk6EutM/s200/annie+f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253412244207963378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview25252227" class="reviewText"&gt;Banal and cliched, this trite volume is why "chick lit" is considered a pejorative.&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/1178391329472182291-930042365287632447?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/930042365287632447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=930042365287632447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/930042365287632447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/930042365287632447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/annie-freemans-fabulous-traveling.html' title='Annie Freeman&apos;s Fabulous Traveling Funeral'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfemjK0DPI/AAAAAAAAABI/VXyAwk6EutM/s72-c/annie+f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-5616694332168922522</id><published>2008-10-04T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:20:23.471-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police procedure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lincoln Rhyme'/><title type='text'>The Broken Window: A Lincoln Rhyme Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfd-zQzt6I/AAAAAAAAABA/QvPiF9BM1bw/s1600-h/broken+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfd-zQzt6I/AAAAAAAAABA/QvPiF9BM1bw/s200/broken+window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253411561333307298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview25281134" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;Stellar as always, although I was surprised the villain was unmasked earlier than usual. Deaver reveals more about Lincoln Rhyme's background with each book, and in &lt;i&gt;The Broken Window&lt;/i&gt; he saves most of his trademark "ahas!" for the personal issues (although there's plenty of criminal mayhem flying around -- would it be a Deaver story otherwise?). There also aren't many authors who can poke fun at current culture so slyly, indicated in a typical exchange between Rhyme and NYPD detective Lon Sellitto during a web-monitored takedown:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You watching,  Linc?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Lon, &lt;i&gt;Dancing with the Celebrities&lt;/i&gt; is on.  Jane Fonda and Mickey Rooney are up next."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's &lt;i&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/i&gt;, Linc.&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/1178391329472182291-5616694332168922522?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5616694332168922522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=5616694332168922522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5616694332168922522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/5616694332168922522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/broken-window-lincoln-rhyme-novel.html' title='The Broken Window: A Lincoln Rhyme Novel'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfd-zQzt6I/AAAAAAAAABA/QvPiF9BM1bw/s72-c/broken+window.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-1807323615269169713</id><published>2008-10-04T17:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:17:32.881-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Fear &amp; Yoga in New Jersey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfdNmxAWSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yu9NRnmpzUU/s1600-h/fear%26yoga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfdNmxAWSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yu9NRnmpzUU/s200/fear%26yoga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253410716165101858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview25720794" class="reviewText"&gt;Feng shui, homeland security and bat mitvahs seem like a weird combination, but Debra Galant makes hilarious work of them in this novel about a yoga teacher, her recently outsourced meteorologist husband, and their son, muddling along in the wilds of modern New Jersey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextContainerreview25720794" class="reviewText"&gt;&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/1178391329472182291-1807323615269169713?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1807323615269169713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=1807323615269169713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1807323615269169713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/1807323615269169713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/fear-yoga-in-new-jersey.html' title='Fear &amp; Yoga in New Jersey'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfdNmxAWSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yu9NRnmpzUU/s72-c/fear%26yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1178391329472182291.post-6755011416170314033</id><published>2008-10-04T17:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T17:14:06.144-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Wrong Information is Being Given Out at Princeton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfcFAN8eUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XrB3Qt28b70/s1600-h/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfcFAN8eUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XrB3Qt28b70/s200/wrong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253409468866918722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview33727918" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;I've never been able to resist a bizarre title, so naturally I picked this off the shelf while canvassing my local library. Unfortunately, the tale doesn't live up to its moniker, unless someone at Princeton advised the author to pen this story. Donleavy relates the tale of Stephen O'Kelly'O, an aspiring composer swept into a strange and brief marriage, without benefit of grammar, sentence structure or the slightest semblance of a storyline. On a literary par with the film &lt;i&gt;Eraserhead&lt;/i&gt;, I can't imagine reading Donleavy ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="userReview"&gt;&lt;span id="freeTextreview33727918" style="" class="reviewText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1178391329472182291-6755011416170314033?l=girlandherbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6755011416170314033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1178391329472182291&amp;postID=6755011416170314033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6755011416170314033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1178391329472182291/posts/default/6755011416170314033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlandherbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/wrong-information-is-being-given-out-at.html' title='Wrong Information is Being Given Out at Princeton'/><author><name>Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03296454942798142011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SjnNjD65hAI/AAAAAAAAANw/uGQDUzjKSgM/S220/b+%26+j+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUIePSWKUI8/SOfcFAN8eUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XrB3Qt28b70/s72-c/wrong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
