<?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-8894698562198564780</id><updated>2012-03-08T09:45:35.483-05:00</updated><category term='The Kid'/><category term='The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks'/><category term='The Curious Incident'/><category term='I Am America'/><category term='Short Stories'/><category term='Tina Fey'/><category term='Girls in Pants'/><category term='Joshua Braff'/><category term='Bio'/><category term='Middlesex'/><category term='Just After Sunset'/><category term='Her Fearful Symmetry'/><category term='Uncle Tom&apos;s Cabin'/><category term='Poplorica'/><category term='He&apos;s a Stud She&apos;s a Slut'/><category term='When She Woke'/><category term='Sin in the Second City'/><category term='Kathryn Stockett'/><category term='Peep Show'/><category term='rose'/><category term='The Keeper'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='The Graduate'/><category term='Northanger Abbey'/><category term='How to be a Woman'/><category term='Alison Bechdel'/><category term='Bridge to Terabithia'/><category term='Anchee Min'/><category term='John Krakauer'/><category term='Spook'/><category term='Betty White'/><category term='Vanished Smile'/><category term='Caitlin Moran'/><category term='Audio-Visual Aids'/><category term='Love is a Mix Tape'/><category term='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><category term='Non-Fiction'/><category term='Horror'/><category term='Atonement'/><category term='Little Women'/><category term='Feminism'/><category term='Why Girls are Weird'/><category term='Abbott'/><category term='Eating the Dinosaur'/><category term='Stephen King'/><category term='Ben Macintyre'/><category term='I Walked the Line'/><category term='Bombay Time'/><category term='Warmth of Other Suns'/><category term='Thirteen Reasons Why'/><category term='The Help'/><category term='Juliet Naked'/><category term='Rebecca Skloot'/><category term='Shelf Discovery'/><category term='Good Omens'/><category term='Best Nonrequired'/><category term='English Governess at the Siamese Court'/><category term='Wintergirls'/><category term='Wonderful Tonight'/><category term='Stephen Dobyns'/><category term='Age of Innocence'/><category term='Stori Telling'/><category term='By Miranda'/><category term='Mystery'/><category term='Klosterman'/><category term='Bonk'/><category term='My FBI'/><category term='Middle American Gothic'/><category term='Mary Roach'/><category term='The History of Love'/><category term='I Love You Beth Cooper'/><category term='Science Fiction'/><category term='Kindle'/><category term='Going In Circles'/><category term='Red Azalea'/><category term='girlyear'/><category term='The Children of Henry VIII'/><category term='New Books'/><category term='Sickened'/><category term='Stage II'/><category term='21'/><category term='Young Adult'/><category term='Three Cups of Tea'/><category term='Fun Home'/><category term='R.A. Scotti'/><category term='By Dia'/><category term='Louisa May Alcott'/><category term='Escape'/><category term='Under the Banner of Heaven'/><category term='Black Girl White Girl'/><category term='We Have Always Lived in the Castle'/><category term='Doris Kearns Goodwin'/><category term='By Van Meter'/><category term='The Rum Diaries'/><category term='Mignion Fogarty'/><category term='Charles Webb'/><category term='Grammar Girl'/><category term='Children&apos;s Lit'/><category term='Classics'/><category term='Inga Muscio'/><category term='Egg and I'/><category term='The Church of Dead Girls'/><category term='Nick Hornby'/><category term='Persuasion'/><category term='Alison Weir'/><category term='Markus Zusak'/><category term='Team of Rivals'/><category term='Audiobook'/><category term='By Abby'/><category term='The Petticoat Commando'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Memory Keeper&apos;s Daughter'/><category term='If You Ask Me'/><category term='Daniel Okrent'/><category term='Nicole Krauss'/><category term='Niffenegger'/><category term='Cunt'/><category term='The Book Thief'/><category term='Graphic Novel'/><category term='Bossypants'/><category term='APW'/><category term='Memoir'/><category term='True Stories of L and O: SVU'/><category term='Revisit'/><category term='Ribon'/><category term='Agent Zigzag'/><title type='text'>The Unimaginary Book Club</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6575757205677337152</id><published>2012-03-08T09:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T09:45:35.751-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>Floating Staircase by Ronald Malfi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhb_QH7H-rg/T1i8q2RB_5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/SxDCYrrP52U/s1600/floating_staircase_trade.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhb_QH7H-rg/T1i8q2RB_5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/SxDCYrrP52U/s320/floating_staircase_trade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717527171254321042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;I'm a sucker for a haunted house story. I love nothing more than curling up with a book that makes me quiver at every strange bump in the night. A marker of a good horror novel is if you have to stay up late watching sitcoms on Netflix in order to take your mind off the scary stuff so that you can get some sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Floating Staircase&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt; is the story of Travis Glasgow, a horror writer who moves into an old, run-down house with his wife. Haunted hijinks ensue. Malfi truly has a talent for describing those creaks and thuds that could just be the house settling... or could be something more sinister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;Throughout the course of the book, Travis investigates the death of a young boy who drowned&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;(or did he??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt; in the lake behind their house the summer before the Glasgows moved in. Through his investigations Travis also has to confront his guilt over the death of his younger brother, who drowned in a lake when they were kids. So not all the ghosts of this book are of the paranormal kind, there are the more common ghosts of human memory as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;For the most part, I would recommend checking out this book if you're a fan of the horror genre. But, be warned that most of the best spooky stuff is concentrated in the earlier chapters of the book. At some point the book shifts away from straight-up horror to a more standard murder mystery. I would have &lt;/span&gt;preferred&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt; a little more intense spookiness at the climax of the book, but really, when &lt;i&gt;wouldn't &lt;/i&gt;I prefer a little more spookiness? I liked this book, but I wish I would have just rented the library's copy, because I don't feel this is going to be a re-read a la&lt;i&gt; 'Salem's Lot&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6575757205677337152?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6575757205677337152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6575757205677337152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6575757205677337152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6575757205677337152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2012/03/floating-staircase-by-ronald-malfi.html' title='Floating Staircase by Ronald Malfi'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zhb_QH7H-rg/T1i8q2RB_5I/AAAAAAAAAhU/SxDCYrrP52U/s72-c/floating_staircase_trade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5872797894323484157</id><published>2012-02-09T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T18:51:35.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love You Beth Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>I Love You, Beth Cooper by Larry Doyle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9g8Te2eyh9E/TzRb6gGxkvI/AAAAAAAAB9U/QNf2pTczKag/s1600/Beth%2BCooper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9g8Te2eyh9E/TzRb6gGxkvI/AAAAAAAAB9U/QNf2pTczKag/s320/Beth%2BCooper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707287688394150642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what you're thinking. "I thought Abby was dead or struck illiterate or something. Isn't she a workaholic who's busy neglecting her family and friends? Where does she find time to read?!?!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good question. I blame Meg of &lt;a href="http://www.apracticalwedding.com/"&gt;A Practical Wedding&lt;/a&gt;. I went to her book talk (for a completely &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Practical-Wedding-Affordable-Meaningful-Celebration/dp/0738215155"&gt;different book&lt;/a&gt;, obviously) last Thursday in Atlanta and took the following day off work. Thus I had an entire Friday with nothing to do other than nurse a hangover. And read as it turns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, if you've ever consumed more Jack Daniels than is &lt;i&gt;strictly &lt;/i&gt;advisable, you know that heavy thinking is not on the agenda for the following day. I wandered around the house avoiding eye contact with my Kindle (home of 2/3rds finished &lt;b&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/b&gt;) and hoping to find a copy of People Magazine. Instead I snuck up to the "To-Read" shelf and noticed &lt;b&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper&lt;/b&gt;. My husband had purchased and enjoyed it some years ago and I have been not reading it ever since. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I read it in a day while sipping Perrier and eating an entire loaf of dry french bread. (What? That's a doctor recommended hangover diet.) A quick googling reveals that the author, Larry Doyle is a former writer for both &lt;i&gt;Beavis &amp;amp; Butthead&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;The Simpsons&lt;/i&gt;. This comes as no surprise. The book is quite funny and the teen characters are both angsty and awkward in the best way. Ever chapter starts with a sketch of the protaganist, Dennis Cooverman (The Coove!), who becomes more beaten and brutalized with every scene, and a quote from a classic teen movie. Any book that quotes Lloyd Dobler is okay by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's beyond easy to see why this book was made into a movie. Doyle's television sensibility comes through with vivid action sequences that I imagine translate well to film. I'll definitely be adding this to my Netflix queue. After I saw the movie poster I remembered that the movie stars Hayden Panettiere, but while I was reading I couldn't stop picturing Dianna Agron. Same diff?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5872797894323484157?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5872797894323484157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5872797894323484157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5872797894323484157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5872797894323484157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-love-you-beth-cooper-by-larry-doyle.html' title='I Love You, Beth Cooper by Larry Doyle'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9g8Te2eyh9E/TzRb6gGxkvI/AAAAAAAAB9U/QNf2pTczKag/s72-c/Beth%2BCooper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7347335250087618559</id><published>2012-01-04T10:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:36:14.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When She Woke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>When She Woke by Hillary Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQdhVIV3QSc/TwRxi_TJJPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/m2EubdVVMjY/s1600/when-she-woke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQdhVIV3QSc/TwRxi_TJJPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/m2EubdVVMjY/s320/when-she-woke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693800674824365298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted this book to be better than it is. When I first heard about this feminist science-fiction novel, I knew immediately that I had to read it. And, yes, I actually read the book instead of listening to the audiobook. This was my winter vacation read.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is a retelling of &lt;i&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/i&gt;, although I haven't actually read The Scarlet Letter so I can't get too detailed about the similarities between the tale. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the world of &lt;i&gt;When She Woke&lt;/i&gt;, most criminals are not kept in prisons, but instead go through a skin-dying process called chroming. Different crimes get different colors, misdemeanors get yellow, murderers get red, etc. The chroming isn't permanent, it depends on the length of the sentence. Hannah Payne is sentenced to 16 years as a red for having an abortion and refusing to name either the father or the doctor who performed the procedure. Roe v. Wade was overturned after a STI epidemic left a huge portion of the population infertile and extreme right-wing Christians had taken over the government. It cannot possibly be a coincidence that the "Sanctity of Life" laws in the book are constantly referred to as the SOL laws, an acronym that more commonly means "Shit Outta Luck." Pregnant with a married pastor's child? Sorry, you don't have any options because of the SOL laws. It's actually a quite believable plot, and except for a few incidents late in the book, I can totally see this type of future unfolding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We follow Hannah from the time she first wakes up as a red in the Chrome ward, through her time at a rehabilitation center, then we see her try to reconnect with her family. After that, the plot starts to go off the rails a bit. There is a definite difference in tone between the early chapters and the latter. The first chapters are slowly paced, drawing you in to this story and this world. The last few chapters are really quick, and the characters start acting in ways contrary to their previous actions. I don't want to spoil much, because I would still recommend checking this book out, but I'll just say that there's a sexual relationship in the second half of the book that I have trouble believing. And the ending seems to be resolved a little too quickly and neatly. Those are my biggest complaints about this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like feminist literature and are looking for a short, quick read, I recommend picking up &lt;i&gt;When She Woke &lt;/i&gt;at your local library. It's only 240 pages (according to my Nook), and I read it in under three weeks. And those three weeks encompassed Christmas and New Years, so that's pretty impressive. Had it been a &lt;i&gt;real &lt;/i&gt;vacation, where I didn't have work or anything, I probably could have finished this in a day or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7347335250087618559?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7347335250087618559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7347335250087618559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7347335250087618559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7347335250087618559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-she-woke-by-hillary-jordan.html' title='When She Woke by Hillary Jordan'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQdhVIV3QSc/TwRxi_TJJPI/AAAAAAAAAgs/m2EubdVVMjY/s72-c/when-she-woke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1215690365220007137</id><published>2011-12-21T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:00:52.414-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warmth of Other Suns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Warmth of Other Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUAurc6w5U/TvKT0L7ZKOI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6g_puI_zQMg/s1600/warmthothersuns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUAurc6w5U/TvKT0L7ZKOI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6g_puI_zQMg/s320/warmthothersuns.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688771804086741218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Warmth of Other Suns&lt;/i&gt; makes &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/05/help-by-kathryn-stockett.html"&gt;The Help&lt;/a&gt; look like a piece of shit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished this book the week of Thanksgiving, but with the semester wrapping up and the holidays I haven't had a chance to write about it until now. I had to read it as my "context book" for my Intro to &lt;span  &gt;Library and Information Science class. I had 6 options, and this was the only one available as an audiobook, so it won. I'm so glad this is the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt; book I chose, because it is a fantastic book. Because I don't feel like writing it all out again, here's what I wrote about &lt;i&gt;Warmth &lt;/i&gt;for my context book discussion (You can ignore the last two paragraphs if you want, that's where I had to talk about how the book related to libraries): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;In The Warmth of Other Suns, Isabelle Wilkerson tells the story of the wave of Southern African-Americans who moved out of the South to cities in the North and West.  Between 1910 and 1970, the African-American population of cities such as Chicago and Detroit grew by 40%. Wilkerson interviewed hundreds of people about their experiences during the “Great Migration.” She includes many stories from her various interviewees, but the majority of the book focuses on three: Ida Mae Brandon Gladney, who moved from Mississippi to Chicago in the ‘30s, George Swanson Starling, who left Georgia for New York in the ‘40s, and Robert Joseph Pershing Foster, who moved from Louisiana to Los Angeles in the ‘50s. Every story is different, but there are definitely common themes. Each person in the migration was looking for better opportunities than what they could find in the south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The Warmth of Other Suns only mentions libraries explicitly once, when Wilkerson notes that it was illegal for African-Americans to use the “White” libraries in the Jim Crow-era South. However, there are other connections to library science that can be made. In addition to the segregated libraries, Wilkerson mentions how a popular weekly African-American newspaper, the Chicago Defender, had to be smuggled into the South, because it was not freely available. Limiting the access of information by banning the Chicago Defender and having separate libraries would clearly be a violation of today’s ALA Bill of Rights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;While not nearly as significant as access to information, there is also the simple fact of changing demographics. I can’t find the exact numbers, but Wilkerson mentions that the demographics of Chicago went from around 1% African-American at the beginning of the Great Migration to 33% at the end of the migration. This is a huge change in demographics in just a few decades. Public librarians at the time would have had to adapt to provide services to a large number of patrons coming from the rural South, which was a different culture than that of large Northern cities. In the library where I work I have occasionally helped people who are new to the area find resources they need, from the best ice cream shop and playgrounds for their kids to where to find good job resources. Rural Southerners fresh to the big cities would have needed similar assistance, and a library could have been a good resource.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;So that's a general overview of the book, but I guess I should explain my opening statement. Two weekends ago I watched the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; with my parents (we have semi-weekly movie nights). I'd already seen the movie when it was in theaters (I took my mom and grandma to see it, because we're a ridiculously cute family). The thing that was different this time watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-style: inherit; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt; was that I had read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;i&gt; The Warmth of Other Suns. &lt;/i&gt;Since &lt;i&gt;Warmth &lt;/i&gt;is about the migration of black Americans from the South to the North and West, it understandably contains many stories about inequality and brutality in the South to explain why so many were fleeing. Some of the stories are absolutely horrifying. I find the phrase "necktie parties" profoundly disturbing. What does this have to do with&lt;i&gt; The Help&lt;/i&gt;? Neither the book nor the movie really gives any idea of the danger the maids were in by speaking out against their white employers. Watching the movie now after having read &lt;i&gt;Warmth &lt;/i&gt;just makes &lt;i&gt;The Help&lt;/i&gt; seem somewhat dishonest. The Help wishes it was as profound as &lt;i&gt;The Warmth of Other Suns&lt;/i&gt;, but it's just a watered-down, cartoonish version of American history. &lt;i&gt;The Help&lt;/i&gt; is designed to make you feel good because you're not racist like Hilly; &lt;i&gt;Warmth&lt;/i&gt; makes you feel bad that your ancestors were white Southern farmers. Does that make any sense? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I don't really know how to end this review, so I guess I'll just leave you with the Richard Wright poem from which &lt;i&gt;Warmth &lt;/i&gt;takes its title:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;“I was leaving the South &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;to fling myself into the unknown . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;I was taking a part of the South &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;to transplant in alien soil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;to see if it could grow differently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;if it could drink of new and cool rains, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;bend in strange winds, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;respond to the warmth of other suns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 18px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;and, perhaps, to bloom” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1215690365220007137?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1215690365220007137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1215690365220007137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1215690365220007137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1215690365220007137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/12/warmth-of-other-suns.html' title='The Warmth of Other Suns'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBUAurc6w5U/TvKT0L7ZKOI/AAAAAAAAAgg/6g_puI_zQMg/s72-c/warmthothersuns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1700940849450115765</id><published>2011-12-15T11:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:40:56.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossypants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audiobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If You Ask Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>Grammys? I thought this was a book blog!</title><content type='html'>Two of the books I reviewed this year have been &lt;a href="http://www.grammy.com/nominees?year=2011&amp;amp;genre=32"&gt;nominated for Grammys.&lt;/a&gt; Abby may have thwarted my attempt to completely dominate the homepage with my own reviews, but she can't take this one away from me! I've reviewed 100% more Grammy nominees than she has! That may have something to do with the fact that this is a book review blog and not a music review blog, but whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/10/bossypants-by-tina-fey-audiobook.html"&gt;Bossypants &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-ask-me-by-betty-white.html"&gt;If You Ask Me (And of Course You Won't)&lt;/a&gt;, I'm going to have to root for Betty White. Yes, I enjoyed &lt;i&gt;Bossypants &lt;/i&gt;so much that I listened to the audiobook after having already read the book (and then I asked for the book for Christmas so that I could read it again), but I have to be honest and say that Betty White's performance is just better. I love Tina Fey with all my heart, but all the whispering asides in the &lt;i&gt;Bossypants &lt;/i&gt;audiobook didn't really work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1700940849450115765?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1700940849450115765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1700940849450115765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1700940849450115765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1700940849450115765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/12/grammys-i-thought-this-was-book-blog.html' title='Grammys? I thought this was a book blog!'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7749109524950720618</id><published>2011-11-09T18:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:29:30.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel Okrent'/><title type='text'>Last Call: The Rise and Fall of Prohibition by Daniel Okrent:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlK9dPWK8SE/TrsaqP3boBI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HBcfoSPqY3I/s1600/Last%2BCall.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlK9dPWK8SE/TrsaqP3boBI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HBcfoSPqY3I/s320/Last%2BCall.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673157468719128594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snippet of Amazon's summary: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writing with both wit and historical acuity, Okrent reveals how Prohibition marked a confluence of diverse forces: the growing political power of the women’s suffrage movement, which allied itself with the antiliquor campaign; the fear of small-town, native-stock Protestants that they were losing control of their country to the immigrants of the large cities; the anti-German sentiment stoked by World War I; and a variety of other unlikely factors, ranging from the rise of the automobile to the advent of the income tax.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That should give you an idea of the range of this book. Okrent leaves no rock unturned in this detailed history of the Prohibition era. The book starts with the political manueverings and personalities that got the 18th amendment passed. All fascinating. It moves on to describe the legal, political, judicial, economic and social impacts of Prohibition's enactment and enforcement, not just in the United States but in Canada, the Caribbean and Europe. Finally it tackles the rather fast fall from favor and repeal of Prohibition and closes with a short reflection on how the movers and shakers of the time have been essentially erased from our cultural memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In individual paragraphs and sections, the book is great. The stories are carefully researched and detailed and the individuals and events are really interesting. When taken in portions of more than a couple of pages however, it's just dense. Especially the first half where the movement is kind of gelling from different sections of society. There's no overarching narrative, so it's hard to stay engaged. I ended up reading it in 15 minute stints on my lunch break (thus, it took 4 months to finish). The actual Prohibition-era sections were much more fun, a lot of Baptists &amp;amp; Bootleggers type stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fans of history will enjoy this book, especially those that are amazed by the power of lobbyists (hint: Prohibitionists invented modern lobbying). It may be dense, but the individual stories are fascinating and often amusing. I recommend the book and intend to check out the PBS miniseries that is it's companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7749109524950720618?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7749109524950720618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7749109524950720618' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7749109524950720618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7749109524950720618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/11/last-call-rise-and-fall-of-prohibition.html' title='Last Call: The Rise and Fall of Prohibition by Daniel Okrent:'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QlK9dPWK8SE/TrsaqP3boBI/AAAAAAAAB9I/HBcfoSPqY3I/s72-c/Last%2BCall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-9035737301733491007</id><published>2011-11-09T10:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:33:51.953-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Markus Zusak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audiobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Book Thief'/><title type='text'>The Book Thief by Markus Zusak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlK-EpMLnD8/TrqhG6gopLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VJOmEtrF5Bs/s1600/book-thief-markus-zusak-audio-cover-art.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlK-EpMLnD8/TrqhG6gopLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VJOmEtrF5Bs/s320/book-thief-markus-zusak-audio-cover-art.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673023820783985842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished &lt;i&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/i&gt; on Saturday, and I've been trying to figure out how to write about it ever since. I enjoyed the audiobook immensely. Allan Corduner's performance is fantastic, and listening to his performance may actually have made me more emotional than had I read the paper version of the book. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to include some quotations from the book in my review, because Markus Zusak's writing is very lyrical. Some could argue that it's overly-flowery, but I think it works, especially considering our narrator. However, since I listened to the audiobook, it's hard to actually remember the quotes I liked, since it's not like I can just bookmark the page and come back to it later. I tried googling for quotes, but most of the good quotes I found were all super spoilery.  So you'll just have to live without examples of Zusak's prose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/i&gt; is told from the perspective of Death. An appropriate narrator for a book that takes place in Germany during World War II. Death is a compassionate and actually quite witty narrator. Death tells the story of Leisel Meminger, the titular book thief. The first book Leisel steals is The Gravedigger's Handbook, which she finds in the snow next to her little brother's grave. She later goes on to steal a book out of a fire at a Nazi book burning, and a bunch of books from the wealthy mayor. Books are the most important things in Leisel's life, next to her best friend and next-door-neighbor Rudy, and her foster parents Hans and Rosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to spoil any of the plot of the book, but should you choose to read &lt;i&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/i&gt;, I would recommend keeping a box of kleenex nearby. I'm just saying. I know it's hard to believe, but a book narrated by Death in Nazi Germany has some sad parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-9035737301733491007?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/9035737301733491007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=9035737301733491007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/9035737301733491007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/9035737301733491007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-thief-by-markus-zusak.html' title='The Book Thief by Markus Zusak'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wlK-EpMLnD8/TrqhG6gopLI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VJOmEtrF5Bs/s72-c/book-thief-markus-zusak-audio-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-291980841220291813</id><published>2011-10-23T13:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T11:19:54.545-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caitlin Moran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='APW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to be a Woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>How to be a Woman by Caitlin Moran</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It9FRYguZtY/TqbRrioComI/AAAAAAAAB88/CW9h_pXNwLk/s1600/How%2Bto%2Bbe%2Ba%2BWoman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It9FRYguZtY/TqbRrioComI/AAAAAAAAB88/CW9h_pXNwLk/s320/How%2Bto%2Bbe%2Ba%2BWoman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667447727051678306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blurb on the back of the book is so apt I'm just going to copy it here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1913 – Suffragette throws herself under the King’s horse.&lt;br /&gt;1969 – Feminists storm Miss World.&lt;br /&gt;NOW – Caitlin Moran rewrites The Female Eunuch from a bar stool and demands to know why pants are getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s never been a better time to be a woman: we have the vote and the Pill, and we haven’t been burnt as witches since 1727. However, a few nagging questions do remain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we supposed to get Brazilians? Should you get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Botox&lt;/span&gt;? Do men secretly hate us? What should you call your vagina? Why does your bra hurt? And why does everyone ask you when you’re going to have a baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part memoir, part rant, Caitlin Moran answers these questions and more in How To Be A Woman – following her from her terrible 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday (‘I am 13 stone, have no friends, and boys throw gravel at me when they see me’) through adolescence, the workplace, strip-clubs, love, fat, abortion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TopShop&lt;/span&gt;, motherhood and beyond.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So there's that. I picked up this book as part of the &lt;a href="http://apracticalwedding.com/tag/apw-book-club/"&gt;A Practical Wedding Book Club&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;loooooved&lt;/span&gt; it. Moran talks about feminism the same way I feel about it. And she's fiercely feminist without giving up the fun things about being a girl (bitching, dressing up, sleeping with musicians). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;Moran is terribly funny and the book is a very well put-together memoir/manifesto. Each chapter starts with a (usually traumatizing) episode on Moran's road to womanhood (getting her period, falling in love, having a baby) and segues into a  discussion of the effect of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kyriarchy&lt;/span&gt; on modern women.  Only not as boring as I made that sound. It hilarious. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol'ed&lt;/span&gt; out loud. Several times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;I'm trying to think of a particularly funny passage to share, but it's hard to pin one thing down. The time Moran and a friend were thrown out of a strip club accused of being hookers? Her night with Gaga in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BDSM&lt;/span&gt; club? Discovering that even with professional stylists and designer duds, she still didn't look like a model in 98 out of 100 photos? Life's tough out there for a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;As a warning, Moran writes very conversationally and is British. I had a bit of difficulty following some of the celebrity references (other than those about Jennifer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aniston&lt;/span&gt;) and I had no idea what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TopShop&lt;/span&gt; is. Not a big deal really, the context comes across. Additionally the book was only published in Britain so Amazon shipping is slow and $$$. I bought my copy used on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alibris&lt;/span&gt;.com and got it faster and cheaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;So basically everyone should read this book. Its amusing, affirming, it made me fall in love with Lady Gaga and finally, finally gave me a simple litmus test for detecting sexist bullshit - "Is it polite? Are the boys doing it?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for feminists having fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-291980841220291813?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/291980841220291813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=291980841220291813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/291980841220291813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/291980841220291813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-to-be-woman-by-caitlyn-moran.html' title='How to be a Woman by Caitlin Moran'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-It9FRYguZtY/TqbRrioComI/AAAAAAAAB88/CW9h_pXNwLk/s72-c/How%2Bto%2Bbe%2Ba%2BWoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2925947161341802783</id><published>2011-10-21T20:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:43:36.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossypants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revisit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audiobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>Bossypants by Tina Fey (audiobook)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RAIHZl3eFg/TqIMWscMCcI/AAAAAAAAAes/3bEnPEmivI0/s1600/bossypants1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RAIHZl3eFg/TqIMWscMCcI/AAAAAAAAAes/3bEnPEmivI0/s320/bossypants1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666104865211550146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know what you're thinking. "Wait a tick, hasn't Miranda already reviewed Bossypants? What is this, a 'Best of UBC' week?" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/04/bossypants-by-tina-fey.html"&gt;already reviewed Bossypants&lt;/a&gt;. No, this is not a "Best of" thing, because that would pretty much consist of &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-girls-are-weird-by-pamela-ribon.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;because it lead to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/pamelaribon/status/15938952536"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. This is actually a review of the &lt;i&gt;audiobook &lt;/i&gt;version of Bossypants. It was just as good as the print version, maybe even better if you take into account the fact that included is the actual audio of the Sarah Palin/Hilary Clinton SNL bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem I had with the audiobook was with sound quality. This is the first time I've tried a downloadable audiobook from the library, so I don't know if it was this specific book or if this is how all downloaded audiobooks sound. Or maybe it's my iPod, which is almost 6 years old. Or maybe it's my car stereo, which is 10 years old. At times during the book Tina would say things sort of under her breath, which didn't really work in my situation because I was listening while driving down a loud interstate in a car whose stereo has basically no volume control. And the whole time Tina sounded a little muffled. But the book itself was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was one section that I had forgot about from the print book that apparently I didn't talk about in my first review. It's the only part of the book I don't like. It's a part where Tina responds to her online critics. This section is not nearly as clever as the rest of the book and really seems kind of unnecessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, all in all, this is still one of my favorite memoirs. I recommend the audiobook just as highly as I recommended the print version.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2925947161341802783?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2925947161341802783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2925947161341802783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2925947161341802783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2925947161341802783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/10/bossypants-by-tina-fey-audiobook.html' title='Bossypants by Tina Fey (audiobook)'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5RAIHZl3eFg/TqIMWscMCcI/AAAAAAAAAes/3bEnPEmivI0/s72-c/bossypants1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3724285803344655613</id><published>2011-09-21T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:37:03.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audiobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Betty White'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If You Ask Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>If You Ask Me by Betty White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVTjt8g8qMY/TnoAEeQkovI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TniDVQGugO8/s1600/BettyWhite_IfYouAskMe_bookcover-300x300.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVTjt8g8qMY/TnoAEeQkovI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TniDVQGugO8/s320/BettyWhite_IfYouAskMe_bookcover-300x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654832358959129330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I still haven't gotten the audiobook copy of The Warmth of Other Suns that I ordered from another library. Hopefully it'll get here next week after I get back from my Georgia vacation. I needed something that I could listen to on my way to and from class last night, but not something that was going to be more than a couple of discs, because I don't want to have to put off listening to Warmth (I have to read it for school, and I'd really just like to get it over with). So I looked over the list of audiobooks I had on hold, and one of them happened to be just two discs (about 2 hours and 15 minutes) long: If You Ask Me (And of Course You Won't) by Betty White.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If You Ask Me is a collection of stories from Betty's life. Did you realize that Betty White is 89 years old? I mean, I knew she was old, but I didn't know she was almost ninety. I guess I didn't realize she was so old because my great aunt Betty B. was about Betty W.'s age when she died, and Betty B. wasn't nearly as fun or spunky as Betty W. One of my favorite stories in the book was when Betty is talking about how she doesn't want to be a cougar. She often meets men she finds interesting but she doesn't want to go out with them because usually they're all younger than she is. "He might be only 80!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first time I've listened to an audiobook read by the author. For a memoir like this, it really adds to the story because you feel like Betty White is just talking to you, telling you stories about Saturday Night Live and her pets. I really enjoyed it and would recommend it to anyone who needs a quick, fun read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3724285803344655613?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3724285803344655613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3724285803344655613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3724285803344655613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3724285803344655613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-ask-me-by-betty-white.html' title='If You Ask Me by Betty White'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rVTjt8g8qMY/TnoAEeQkovI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TniDVQGugO8/s72-c/BettyWhite_IfYouAskMe_bookcover-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3749973442619233826</id><published>2011-09-07T09:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:57:23.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thirteen Reasons Why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audiobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QphuXzBSf14/TmdwkyH2UYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NDSktIJatx8/s1600/13reasonswhy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QphuXzBSf14/TmdwkyH2UYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NDSktIJatx8/s320/13reasonswhy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649608034791870850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Read by Debra Wiseman and Joel Johnstone&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my last audiobook, which was violent and difficult to listen to, I decided to pick a cheerier subject for my next listen. I picked Thirteen Reasons Why, which is about a teenage girl who commits suicide. I'm awesome at picking books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Thirteen Reasons Why, our protagonist is Clay Jensen. Two weeks after one of his friends, Hannah Baker, commits suicide, he receives a package in the mail (no return address) with 7 cassette tapes. When he plays the first tape he is shocked to hear the voice of Hannah Baker. Hannah made these tapes as a sort of suicide note. Each side of each cassette is about one person who directly or indirectly contributed to her decision to shuffle off this mortal coil. The first person mentioned on the tapes was the first to receive them, and when he's done he sends them on to the next person. Basically, if you receive the tapes, it's partially your fault. Well, sort of. Clay receives the tapes, but he didn't really do anything bad to Hannah. I was wondering how Jay Asher was going to keep the protagonist of his novel sympathetic after we find out how he contributed to a teenage girl's suicide. But since this is a YA novel, I wasn't really surprised to find out that Clay is a super good guy instead of an anti-hero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an interesting book that focuses a lot on bullying, rumors, peer pressure, that sort of thing. There's a short discussion about what is or isn't rape that I found interesting. The phrase "victim blamer" is used at one point, which was awesome. My biggest problem with the book was the performance of Debra Wiseman, who performs Hannah's tapes in the audiobook version. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how it comes across while reading the book, but for several discs I had myself convinced that Hannah was punking everyone and didn't really commit suicide. I mean, it's specifically mentioned that there wasn't a funeral, so it wasn't impossible for her to have faked her death. (Yes, I was raised on Soap Operas, why do you ask?) The whole theme of rumors getting out of control actually could have contributed to my version of the story. But, no, Hannah really did die. Debra performs Hannah as being damn near cheerful on the first few "tapes," which was disconcerting when you consider that you're supposed to be listening to the voice of a girl who commits  suicide just after finishing the recordings. The performance just didn't fit into what I imagine a depressed, suicidal teen sounds like. Also, she sounds kind of old. Maybe they wanted Hannah to sound like an old soul, I don't know. And she says "repercussions" in a way that sounds weird to me, and as you can imagine in a novel like this, "repercussions" is said quite often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you're wondering: Audiobooks are pretty much going to dominate my posts for the foreseeable future. I'm in grad school, so all my reading time is dominated by book-learnin'. But, since I have a little over an hour commute each way to class, I can use that time to power through audiobooks for fun. I can pretty much knock out one disc each way. It's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3749973442619233826?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3749973442619233826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3749973442619233826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3749973442619233826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3749973442619233826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/09/thirteen-reasons-why-by-jay-asher.html' title='Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QphuXzBSf14/TmdwkyH2UYI/AAAAAAAAAd0/NDSktIJatx8/s72-c/13reasonswhy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-9204848956900576616</id><published>2011-08-26T21:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T09:22:15.539-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Krakauer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audiobook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under the Banner of Heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Under the Banner of Heaven by John Krakauer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tW7B5Ilbyk/TlhGbXqmJiI/AAAAAAAAAds/4aiv3VO7Nuo/s1600/under-the-banner-of-heaven-book-cover-image.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tW7B5Ilbyk/TlhGbXqmJiI/AAAAAAAAAds/4aiv3VO7Nuo/s320/under-the-banner-of-heaven-book-cover-image.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645339568932005410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The full title for this book is &lt;i&gt;Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith&lt;/i&gt;, and I really feel that the subtitle is the least superfluous subtitle in the history of books. Or at least in the history of books that I have read. If I had to choose one word to describe this book, I would have to go with "violent."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Under the Banner of Heaven tells the story of a double murder committed by two fundamentalist Mormons because, essentially, God told them to. But instead of just focusing on the murder and the trial, Krakauer delves into the violent history of Mormonism. The short history (the religion was founded under 200 years ago) of Mormonism has been colored by bloodshed, both committed by and against Mormons. I am not a Mormon, so the history of the religion was new to me. I had read the &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/search/label/Escape"&gt;memoir of a former polygamist&lt;/a&gt; before, but she didn't really go in to the history of the church the way Krakauer does. I picked up this book after seeing it recommended several times in the comments section on Jezebel articles about the trial and conviction of Warren Jeffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I didn't pick up the book. I picked up the &lt;i&gt;audiobook&lt;/i&gt;, and that may have been a mistake. I've been in the car a lot the last few weeks, so I grabbed the audiobook to listen to during my drives. Now, I am no stranger to violent fiction. I started reading Stephen King novels when I was in 9th grade. However, listening to the description of how an 18 month old had her throat slashed to the point that she was nearly decapitated.... I almost vomited in my car. I'm not sure if it was the fact that this is a true story or if it was actually hearing the words out loud.... but it was very unsettling. I guess if I was reading the physical book I could have just skimmed that paragraph, but in the car I didn't have that option. I just turned the radio off and drove in silence until I had worked up the courage to turn it back on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're not so much interested in all the blood and guts, but you &lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;interested in legal proceedings, I would check out this book in order to read about the trials of the murderers. They truly believed they were acting out the word of God (one of the foundations of Mormon beliefs is that all believers have the ability to communicate directly with God). There is a really interesting debate on whether this kind of belief is a delusion. If the belief is a delusion, is the believer then incompetent to stand trial? Does this mean that all religious zealots would automatically be ruled incompetent? Could no person of faith be held responsible for their own actions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith&lt;/i&gt; is a great book. Check it out if it's something you're interested, but you've been forewarned: it's definitely not for the faint of heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-9204848956900576616?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/9204848956900576616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=9204848956900576616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/9204848956900576616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/9204848956900576616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/08/under-banner-of-heaven-by-john-krakauer.html' title='Under the Banner of Heaven by John Krakauer'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tW7B5Ilbyk/TlhGbXqmJiI/AAAAAAAAAds/4aiv3VO7Nuo/s72-c/under-the-banner-of-heaven-book-cover-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3101533556126932105</id><published>2011-07-27T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:17:03.602-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Stupid History by Leland Gregory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKyqoxEF0EA/TjC1rPwDVbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KqWfGMbtw_U/s1600/stupid%2Bhistory.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKyqoxEF0EA/TjC1rPwDVbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KqWfGMbtw_U/s320/stupid%2Bhistory.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634202888407569842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really feel like I need to start out this review by stating that I did not pay for this book. I downloaded it because it was Barnes and Noble's Free Friday selection a month or so ago. Sometimes you get what you pay for.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book had real potential. Stories about people being stupid? Sign me up! However, most of the stories aren't really about people being stupid, but about how somewhere along the way we twisted history so that we believe something that isn't actually true. This book sets out to tell the truth, but I can't actually attest that it does so, because there doesn't seem to be any footnotes or sources listed by the author. He could be making all this up for all I know. I wanted to tag this review as "Non-Fiction?" but I don't think we can have question marks in tags. And I haven't actually finished the book, so maybe there is some sort of bibliography at the end. I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the absolute worst part of this book, pardon my French:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MOTHER FUCKING TYPOGRAPHICAL ERRORS. There are so many typos in this book, I can only assume the author wrote the whole book while drunk, didn't spell check, and then skipped the editing stage and went straight to publishing. I started out highlighting errors I came across, but it became too tiresome after a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stories themselves are fairly amusing, but I just can't deal with the typos. I'm glad I didn't spend money on this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3101533556126932105?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3101533556126932105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3101533556126932105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3101533556126932105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3101533556126932105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/07/stupid-history-by-leland-gregory.html' title='Stupid History by Leland Gregory'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RKyqoxEF0EA/TjC1rPwDVbI/AAAAAAAAAdk/KqWfGMbtw_U/s72-c/stupid%2Bhistory.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3459429036400907181</id><published>2011-07-04T21:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T21:49:03.660-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rebecca Skloot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EY_43eG2Eo/ThJoA08tvbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0MuXfVuqW28/s1600/The_Immortal_Life_of_Henrietta_Lacks_250px.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EY_43eG2Eo/ThJoA08tvbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0MuXfVuqW28/s320/The_Immortal_Life_of_Henrietta_Lacks_250px.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625673247961759154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's not fair! She's the most important person in the world and her family living in poverty. If our mother so important to science, why can't we get health insurance?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henrietta Lacks is responsible for the polio vaccine. She helped create the HPV vaccine, and numerous other medicines and cancer treatments. And she did it all after she died in 1951. While she was at Johns Hopkins Hospital receiving treatment for cervical cancer, a sample was taken from her tumor that never died. The cells are still growing and reproducing today. And her family had no idea until decades later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reporter Rebecca Skloot tells the amazing story of Henrietta's life, her death, and her family. While people were making millions selling HeLa cells (named for the first letters in Henrietta's first and last names) to labs around the world, her children were struggling to get by. This is a remarkable story and one I think everyone would benefit from reading. It's not just the story of one woman's incredible legacy, it's also the story of what it was like to be a black patient in Baltimore in 1951. Henrietta's cousins believed that doctors from Johns Hopkins were kidnapping black people off the sidewalks at night to do medical experiments on them. It's the story of a family coming to terms with the fact that their mother was possibly the single most important person in medical science in the last century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a good part of the book Skloot tells about trying to get to know the Lacks family so she can include their perspective in the book. She meets a wall of distrust from the Lackses, until she is able to befriend Deborah Lacks, Henrietta's only living daughter. Once Deborah begins to trust Rebecca, the story really starts to come together. Deborah begins to move from being angry over the fact that her mother's cells were taken without permission, to just wanting people to know who her mother was. That's this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby read this book before, but I don't know if she ever wrote about it because I couldn't find her post in the 3 minutes I looked for it before I started writing. But I picked up this book mostly because she recommended it so highly, and I'm glad she did. When we got the book in at my library I thought it sounded kind of science-y, but most of the book was focused on Henrietta's family. I would recommend this book to anyone. It's a great read, and a fascinating true story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3459429036400907181?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3459429036400907181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3459429036400907181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3459429036400907181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3459429036400907181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/07/immortal-life-of-henrietta-lacks-by.html' title='The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks by Rebecca Skloot'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4EY_43eG2Eo/ThJoA08tvbI/AAAAAAAAAdc/0MuXfVuqW28/s72-c/The_Immortal_Life_of_Henrietta_Lacks_250px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7647794265720324462</id><published>2011-06-03T11:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:58:29.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joshua Braff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peep Show'/><title type='text'>Peep Show by Joshua Braff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Eor76LLdoY/TekEZRUIzOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/-AE_Tds_zBM/s1600/Peep%2BShow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614023242685140194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Eor76LLdoY/TekEZRUIzOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/-AE_Tds_zBM/s320/Peep%2BShow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braff's Peep Show is a strange read. I didn't love it, it left a bit too much unresolved. Not in that "it makes you think" way but in a "and then he stopped writing" way. But it is an interesting story full of bizarre, flawed characters and it definitely dropped me into unfamiliar territory. I think this one sentence from Amazon's summary pretty much sums it up: &lt;em&gt;In the mid 1970s, 16-year-old David Arbus is caught between his mother, whose Hasidic faith is becoming more and more central to her life, and his father, who runs a Times Square porn theatre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically young David is thrashed back and forth between these two strange and polar opposite worlds, neither of which seems like a healthy environment for a young man. He's essentially unwelcome in his mother's life because he's refused to join the Hasidic faith, but he's not sinner enough to want to jump into the family business on dad's side either. David and his father cause a bit of a rukus and David is unceremoniously ousted from his mother and sister's new life and forced to take up with his father and his father's stripper/former porn star girlfriend. The book sticks pretty closely to the major events in the father's life over a 3-year period, but only as they're experienced by David, which feels odd. There's a lot of insight into changes in the porn industry in the mid-70s and also into the lives of Hasidic Jews. A jarring comparison to say the least, and an interesting one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was disappointed with the ending which resolved nothing (even negative resolution would have been more satisfying), but it's an interesting read from a young author. Braff has a good voice and an enjoyable writing style. His characters are well-developed and believable in their strengths and flaws. I'm thinking of picking up his first novel, &lt;em&gt;The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7647794265720324462?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7647794265720324462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7647794265720324462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7647794265720324462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7647794265720324462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/06/peep-show-by-joshua-braff.html' title='Peep Show by Joshua Braff'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Eor76LLdoY/TekEZRUIzOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/-AE_Tds_zBM/s72-c/Peep%2BShow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5608669195808450565</id><published>2011-05-23T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:55:14.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kathryn Stockett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audio-Visual Aids'/><title type='text'>The Help by Kathryn Stockett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvGki6AFsrc/TdsPJiezBGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/H_wmjURQclo/s1600/thehelp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvGki6AFsrc/TdsPJiezBGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/H_wmjURQclo/s320/thehelp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610094417369302114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Help&lt;/i&gt; is not a bad book, but it does deserve some criticism for falling into the "White Savior" trope. One of the three main characters in the book is Eugenia "Skeeter" Phelan, who has just moved home to Jackson, Mississippi after completing her college degree. She wants to be a writer, and eventually she gets the idea to write a book about what it's like for black women working as maids for white families. She enlists the help of her friends' maids, Aibileen and Minny, and eventually 10 more maids join. And they write the book, change the names, publish it anonymously, and everyone lives happily ever after. Well, that last part isn't 100% true. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can see why this book became so popular with reading groups. It's a really quick read (downloaded it to my Nook from the library Thursday night, finished it this afternoon) and there's really no controversial material. I mean, it's clear who is right and who is wrong. These characters don't really have layers. The protagonists don't have any real flaws, and the antagonists don't have anything but flaws. Celia Foote probably has the most layers of anyone in the book, both good qualities and bad, and she's a tertiary character at best. The only controversy could be whether or not Minny actually put shit in Miss Hilly's pie. That is not a euphemism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while it certainly wasn't a perfect book, it was enjoyable. This was Kathryn Stockett's first novel, and she clearly shows talent for pacing and an ability to tell a story. This wasn't exactly a mystery or a thriller, but there were still times that I &lt;i&gt;had &lt;/i&gt;to keep reading and reading just to find out what happened next. However, there were some stylistic choices that grated on my nerves. The book is told from three different perspectives: Skeeter, Aibileen, and Minny. Stockett writes Aibileen and Minny's chapters in a Mississippi accent, but not Skeeter's. Now I'm sure there was some dialect differences between society girls and the domestic help, but it really bothered me that the white girl apparently thinks and speaks in perfect standard English, while the black women speak like caricatures. There was also a moment in a chapter told from Minny's point of view where we get Skeeter's inner monologue. That's just sloppy writing, and something that should have been taken care of in the editing stage. She also does that thing that you see all the time in historical fiction where the writer points out something (for no reason) that was new or meaningless in the setting of the novel but has significance to the reader thanks to historical perspective. Like having Skeeter watch the news and hear about a conflict in Vietnam that probably won't last too long. Vietnam is never mentioned again and has absolutely nothing to do with the story. Writers just throw stuff like that in because they think it's clever, but more often than not it comes out clumsy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose to read this book because my mom and grandma read it and really liked it, and I want to take them to see the movie when it comes out at the end of summer. It's not the best book I've ever read, but it was really good. I know I've kind of picked at the faults of the book a lot in this review, but I think it's a worthwhile read. A solid B, even a B+ in parts. I didn't live in Mississippi in the early '60s, so I can't tell you how accurate the storyline is or isn't. So if you're a nerd like me and you have to read the book before you see the movie, go ahead and pick up The Help. The trailer looks like the film will be a decent adaptation. I saw the trailer before reading, so I had the actresses' faces in mind while reading, and I think they did a decent job casting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WbuKgzgeUIU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5608669195808450565?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5608669195808450565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5608669195808450565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5608669195808450565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5608669195808450565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/05/help-by-kathryn-stockett.html' title='The Help by Kathryn Stockett'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JvGki6AFsrc/TdsPJiezBGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/H_wmjURQclo/s72-c/thehelp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6382286698876598520</id><published>2011-04-27T21:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Kid: What Happened After My Boyfriend and I Decided to Go Get Pregnant - Dan Savage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNVAFRp7r4I/TbjLhcQj0AI/AAAAAAAAB0M/zPLYa_RV-4Y/s1600/The%2BKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600449912016982018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNVAFRp7r4I/TbjLhcQj0AI/AAAAAAAAB0M/zPLYa_RV-4Y/s320/The%2BKid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on APW's recommendation I read &lt;strong&gt;The Commitment&lt;/strong&gt;. And I hearted it (though it seems I never blogged about it). So like any obsessive reader I had to pick up more books by the same author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;strong&gt;The Kid&lt;/strong&gt; just as much. Savage is great at weaving his personal story with politics, humor and stats. Basically, Savage and his partner decide to become parents via open adoption and the book tells that story while educating the reader on adoption law, gay rights and Savage's relationship with his own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story starts with Savage in the mire of negotiations to donate sperm to various lesbians. When things fall apart he and his partner go down the rabbit hole of adoption. It's an expensive hole full of paperwork. And straight people dealing with infertility. They end up matched with a homeless, pregnant street kid and finally, finally go home with a baby. Its an emotional experience but also a tedious legal proceding and a rather dull wait. Such is adoption, apparently. There's a lot to take in, and it's totally worth it.&lt;/p&gt;I'd recommend this book to anyone who is interested in adoption, thinking about having kids or is passionate about social justice and finding homes for kids. Totally amusing and educational. My favorite combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6382286698876598520?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6382286698876598520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6382286698876598520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6382286698876598520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6382286698876598520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/04/kid-what-happened-after-my-boyfriend.html' title='The Kid: What Happened After My Boyfriend and I Decided to Go Get Pregnant - Dan Savage'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hNVAFRp7r4I/TbjLhcQj0AI/AAAAAAAAB0M/zPLYa_RV-4Y/s72-c/The%2BKid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4545394681573049054</id><published>2011-04-09T18:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T18:57:38.905-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Church of Dead Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Dobyns'/><title type='text'>The Church of Dead Girls by Stephen Dobyns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKq7TYJ9qBw/TaDae8GhiyI/AAAAAAAAAao/diQJ-Uml1Ws/s1600/the-church-of-dead-girls-a-novel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKq7TYJ9qBw/TaDae8GhiyI/AAAAAAAAAao/diQJ-Uml1Ws/s320/the-church-of-dead-girls-a-novel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593710962258578210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well. That was interesting. I picked this book off the library shelf because I was intrigued by the title. I thought it would be a simple whodunnit serial killer mystery, but it's really not. It's more about how the suspicion infects the members of a small town, and how it escalates as each girl goes missing. Also, it's very slowly paced, which isn't normally something I would expect from a mystery novel. But I don't read a lot of mysteries, so maybe the pace isn't actually that unusual.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the pacing does help build the suspense, I really think the book could have been fifty pages shorter. I know the author was trying to give the reader a sense of the town, but honestly, at some point you just want to know who the killer is. And it took &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt;. By halfway through the book only one girl had gone missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book starts with a prologue describing the room in which the girls' bodies are found. It sets a gloomy mood for the rest of the book. As each of the three girls go missing, you read about the parents and town members searching and praying for the girls' return, but you know the truth. The girls are dead, tied to chairs in someone's attic, dressed in weird decorated robes, surrounded by melted candles. It's the "church" of the title, and it's a very creepy mental image. The most suspenseful part of the book is wondering if Sadie, the young girl whom the narrator lives near, is going to be one of the dead girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book really spends most of its nearly 400 pages describing how the anxieties and suspicions of a small town grow and grow. At first everyone assumes that it must be someone from outside of Aurelius, because certainly none of their friends or neighbors could have done it. As each successive girl disappears, the townspeople become more and more suspicious of anyone whom they perceive as different. It's really a great examination of how a small town turns on its own members. And the big reveal in the last few pages was definitely unexpected. I found myself thinking "how on Earth did these people live with this psycho and not suspect something was up?" And then I remembered that I live in a small town where a three-year-old was stolen out of her own home and murdered, and the president of our library board was convicted of possession of child pornography in Canada. Those incidents are unrelated, btw. There are evil people everywhere, even if you don't suspect them. Terrible things happen all the time. I mean,&lt;i&gt; Criminal Minds&lt;/i&gt; has to get its plot ideas from &lt;i&gt;somewhere&lt;/i&gt;, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4545394681573049054?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4545394681573049054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4545394681573049054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4545394681573049054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4545394681573049054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/04/church-of-dead-girls-by-stephen-dobyns.html' title='The Church of Dead Girls by Stephen Dobyns'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gKq7TYJ9qBw/TaDae8GhiyI/AAAAAAAAAao/diQJ-Uml1Ws/s72-c/the-church-of-dead-girls-a-novel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6509932675351809129</id><published>2011-04-08T18:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:01:19.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inga Muscio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>rose: love in violent times - inga muscio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87w3zay-BtE/TZ-TXxyg6RI/AAAAAAAABzo/9lX8FB84wM0/s1600/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593351298928929042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87w3zay-BtE/TZ-TXxyg6RI/AAAAAAAABzo/9lX8FB84wM0/s320/rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say, I love Inga Muscio? I think I can, because it's unquestionably true. I loved &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/cunt-by-inga-muscio.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cunt&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;so much I've already read it &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/cunt-by-inga-muscio.html"&gt;twice&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rose&lt;/strong&gt; is a kind of sequel to &lt;strong&gt;cunt&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;cunt&lt;/strong&gt; was specific (specifically about cunts), microfeminism. &lt;strong&gt;rose&lt;/strong&gt; is macro, the philosophy of &lt;strong&gt;cunt&lt;/strong&gt; splashed worldwide. Muscio talks about violence, not just the kicking and shooting people kind, but the passive violence that seeps into every aspect of our lives, from deforestation to racism to celebrity. We are a violent people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still processing the book, I tore through it in two sittings so I'm still marinating. The way Muscio can transform a mildly awkward interaction with a neighbor into it's violent core and then contexualize that in both the culture of modern America and our collective history of colonization and war is amazing. In her world, feeding the goats that live behind her house becomes a radical act of love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading Muscio is so inspiring, it (again) makes me put my life and my interactions with my world under the microscope. I can quiet the violence around me. I can walk away from hate and I can unconditionally love the assholes of the world. And now I'm gushing. I have no shame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone should read Muscio. The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news - next I'm picking up &lt;strong&gt;The Sicilian&lt;/strong&gt; by Mario Puzo. I've been a little intense lately with the nonfiction so I'm returning to the saga of the Godfather. Still picking up pages here an there in &lt;strong&gt;Acid Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;, but it's a little dry. (Which seems impossible, right? How do you make a story about the CIA experimenting with LSD boring? Maybe by overuse of the word "ironic".)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you, internet. And Miranda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6509932675351809129?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6509932675351809129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6509932675351809129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6509932675351809129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6509932675351809129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/04/rose-love-in-violent-times-inga-muscio.html' title='rose: love in violent times - inga muscio'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-87w3zay-BtE/TZ-TXxyg6RI/AAAAAAAABzo/9lX8FB84wM0/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-330619025115916183</id><published>2011-04-05T08:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T13:33:42.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina Fey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bossypants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>Bossypants by Tina Fey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3RHx6eK6_M/TZsOdd1kRFI/AAAAAAAAAag/j9aJqNPXCEQ/s1600/bossypants1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3RHx6eK6_M/TZsOdd1kRFI/AAAAAAAAAag/j9aJqNPXCEQ/s320/bossypants1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592079261698901074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I hope that's not really the cover. That's really going to hurt sales." - Don Fey, Father of Tina fey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Totally worth it." - Trees&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know a book is going to be awesome when even the blurbs on the back of the book are hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a fan of Tina Fey for years, ever since she first started doing Weekend Update on SNL. This was back when I was young and still had the energy to stay awake past 10pm. She was a tiny, smart, funny brunette. I identified with her. I still do. She rocks the sexy librarian aesthetic by being smart and wearing glasses. I rock the same look by being an actual librarian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is filled with tales from Tina's life, starting as a child growing up in Pennsylvania, through her time at Second City in Chicago (I have also been to Chicago! The similarities are endless), up to her current job as show runner and star of &lt;i&gt;30 Rock&lt;/i&gt;. The book is hilarious, filled with what I assume are the best stories from Fey's life. The book is really more a series of funny stories than a flat, "this happened and then this happened" autobiography, but you definitely get a sense of her life story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bossypants&lt;/i&gt; is a feminist book, because Fey is a feminists and a "woman in a man's world." Whatever that means. (Wouldn't it be nice if certain areas weren't viewed as a "man's world," but just as part of the world? I look forward to the day that a woman being the head writer for &lt;i&gt;SNL&lt;/i&gt; is so commonplace that it doesn't get remarked upon.) Fey is living proof that feminists are not humorless, man-hating bitches. Here are her pointers for women trying to make it in a male-dominated workplace: "No pigtails, no tube tops. Cry sparingly. (Some people say "Never let them see you cry." I say if you're so mad you could just cry, then cry. It terrifies everyone.) When choosing sexual parters, remember: Talent is not sexually transmittable. Also, don't eat diet foods in meetings." Those are wise words, my friend. I work in a female dominated workplace, but these are still applicable to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, I freaking loved this book. We're getting married, and Abby has agreed to become internet-ordained in order to perform the ceremony. You should absolutely read it, it's quick, funny, smart, silly. You'll probably love it just as much as I do, but you can't marry it because I beat you to it and I'm not into bigamy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I already made it quite clear that I identify with and look up to Tina Fey, but there was one passage in the book that made me feel like I might secretly &lt;i&gt;be &lt;/i&gt;Tina Fey. While listing off her faults: "I have no affinity for animals. I don't hate animals and I would never hurt an animal; I just don't actively care about them. When a coworker shows me cute pictures of her dog, I struggle to respond correctly, like an autistic person who has been taught to recognize human emotions from flash cards. In short, I am the worst." Yup. That's me. I'm a cat person, which means I like it when my pets pretty much hate me and leave me alone until they want to be fed. I also like goldfish because they never want to cuddle. That actually explains a lot about me. I &lt;i&gt;am &lt;/i&gt;the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-330619025115916183?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/330619025115916183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=330619025115916183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/330619025115916183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/330619025115916183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/04/bossypants-by-tina-fey.html' title='Bossypants by Tina Fey'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l3RHx6eK6_M/TZsOdd1kRFI/AAAAAAAAAag/j9aJqNPXCEQ/s72-c/bossypants1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2567355793335082044</id><published>2011-04-03T19:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ben Macintyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agent Zigzag'/><title type='text'>Agent Zigzag - Ben Macintyre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8qhm_OzHM0/TZkK67OCRjI/AAAAAAAABzg/4ekPyJykeEo/s1600/Agent%2BZigzag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591512419802433074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8qhm_OzHM0/TZkK67OCRjI/AAAAAAAABzg/4ekPyJykeEo/s320/Agent%2BZigzag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agent Zigzag: A True Story of Nazi Espionage, Love, and Betrayal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so it is. Agent Zigzag is the story of Eddie Chapman, an English gentleman thief who talked his way out of prison in German-occupied France by becoming a German spy then immediately turned double-agent for Britain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I quite enjoyed this book. Macintyre found most of the story in recently declassified documents, which gives this outrageous story a strong anchor. It's a deep look at WWII espionage, counterespionage, technology and psychology, but never dull. Chapman is truly a character made for movies - explosives, bank robbery, beautiful women, expensive taste, cover stories and sabotage. And yet often Chapman is restless and bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anybody who likes a spy story (or the tv show &lt;em&gt;Alias&lt;/em&gt;) or WWII trivia, this is a must-read. The story is well-written and most of the auxiliary characters are really well fleshed out. Plus there's a certain schadenfreude for the reader as upstanding government employees are compelled to provide a valuable spy with "loose women". The English are appropriately scandalized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapman provided an astounding amount of valuable intelligence to the English at a crucial time in the war and was able to provide just as much valuable misinformation to the Germans, directing bombs away from central London and misleading them about the Allies technological capabilities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite his amazing contribution to the war effort, Chapman was a con man and he was never fully trusted by his British handlers. Macintyre kind of obsesses over Chapman as a psychological study (as did the Germans and the Brits in their time), a man who will "look you straight in the eye while picking your pocket". He's an opportunist, for sure, but at a time of great need he was a patriot. His story is one worth reading, and it seems that Chapman himself would strongly agree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macintyre published another book about WWII last year called &lt;strong&gt;Operation Mincemeat&lt;/strong&gt; which made Amazon.com's Top 100 Books of 2010. When I get through the backlog I'll definitely pick that up. At the moment I'm in the middle of &lt;strong&gt;Personal History&lt;/strong&gt;, Katherine Graham's autobiography, two chapters into &lt;strong&gt;Acid Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;, the complete social history of LSD, and I'm quickly consuming &lt;strong&gt;Rose&lt;/strong&gt; by Inga Muscio. Clearly, I lack focus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2567355793335082044?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2567355793335082044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2567355793335082044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2567355793335082044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2567355793335082044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/04/agent-zigzag-by-ben-macintyre.html' title='Agent Zigzag - Ben Macintyre'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G8qhm_OzHM0/TZkK67OCRjI/AAAAAAAABzg/4ekPyJykeEo/s72-c/Agent%2BZigzag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-976503591285749106</id><published>2011-03-21T21:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:56:37.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poplorica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Finishing "Poplorica." Sort of.</title><content type='html'>This may be the first time I have ever accidentally finished a book. I was sitting there last night, &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/01/poplorica-by-martin-j-smith-and-patrick.html"&gt;Poplorica &lt;/a&gt;in hand, reading a really interesting chapter about product placement in movies. It might have been my favorite chapter in the book. The next chapter was about the invention of a certain golf club driver. I don't know if the chapter was as boring as it sounded, because I decided to skip it. The golf club chapter starts on page 225 of 284, so I thought I still had another chapter to read. Turns out those last 60 some pages are all chapter notes and index. I thought about going back to read the golf club chapter just so I could say I read the whole book, but the overwhelming boringness of golf persuaded me to just call it a day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boringness of golf leads me to the point I want to make about this book: your enjoyment of it is directly related to your interest level in the subject matter. As a Mad Men fan, I enjoyed the chapters about the birth of product-placement and market research. Reading how these now commonplace marketing strategies were started was really interesting. Also extremely interesting were the chapters about Night of the Living Dead, graphical user interfaces, and tabloids. Even the chapter about the slam dunk and how it shaped the NBA carried a certain amount of nostalgia. As a kid growing up in Chicagoland in the '90s when The Bulls were Gods, &lt;i&gt;everyone &lt;/i&gt;liked basketball. That chapter brought back memories of watching games with my dad, watching Michael Jordan soar to the basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other chapters were less interesting. Seriously, who cares about golf? (Yes, I know. Abby's husband golfs. He would probably like that chapter.) After reading &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/search/label/Bonk"&gt;Bonk&lt;/a&gt;, the chapter on Kinsey seemed really light. And I get where they were going with the chapter on pantyhose, but I think a chapter about bras would have been more interesting. How did we go from longline bras and girdles to modern bras? From custom-fit to ABCs? I also think discussing the invention of the birth control pill would have been fantastic. As it is the chapters that talk about women's liberation are the ones about frozen dinners, pantyhose, and disposable diapers. I know I'm biased, but I would have loved more chapters about women and society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it was a good book. It was easy to read and well researched. Definitely worth the $1 I paid for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-976503591285749106?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/976503591285749106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=976503591285749106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/976503591285749106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/976503591285749106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/03/finishing-poplorica-sort-of.html' title='Finishing &quot;Poplorica.&quot; Sort of.'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2469313287384126475</id><published>2011-03-18T20:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:02:55.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Webb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Graduate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Graduate - Charles Webb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdQbX2mbgPA/TYP5WSgbZ-I/AAAAAAAABzQ/Ji0JfmH6ml8/s1600/The%2BGraduate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585582124189837282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdQbX2mbgPA/TYP5WSgbZ-I/AAAAAAAABzQ/Ji0JfmH6ml8/s320/The%2BGraduate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up this classic several months ago at an antique store. I think I paid $2 for the 1963 hardcover edition. It has an inscription &lt;em&gt;To Susie ~ xmas 1969 ~ From Katie Yeatts&lt;/em&gt;. I love inscriptions. Note to self, write shit on the first page of all those books you give as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! It's a classic, I think everyone is familiar with the plot either from the book, the film or the Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel song. No need to dwell on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Webb's style is distinctive, very minimalist. Not Hemingway-sparse, but the language isn't flowery and he doesn't waste pages on the touchy-feely bits. In fact the story is told from a 3rd-person objective point of view and the narration only follows our dubious protagonist Benjamin Braddock. The effect, for me at least, lent to the idea that young Ben has no idea what the hell he's doing with his life. He's never able to properly explain himself to anyone and he acts with seeming disregard for, or possibly unawareness of, his relationship to his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cover advertises hilarity, which I think is an overstatement as most of the humor is quite understated. Actually some of it felt really stale, but I imagine it's because it's been frequently copied. Not to spoil the story, but somebody's gonna break up a wedding. It is funny though, and easily worth the short 191 pages that it sets you back. One of my favorite funny things is the fact that months into their affair Braddock is still addressing to his lover as &lt;em&gt;Mrs. Robinson&lt;/em&gt;. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme though is a bit dark in a quaint "what does it all mean" way, which I'm inclined to appreciate. The characters all seem weighed down by their upper middle class lifestyles and intellectual boredom, but that stiffness in no way drags on the story. I also like Webb's resistance to judging his characters for their actions. Though he certainly suffers the inevitable consequences of his decisions, Braddock is never written off as a villain or a boy in need of saving. He just is who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a slightly different note, I'm finding that a lot of "modern literature" is starting to feel really dated to me. Benji Braddock watches TV until the stations &lt;em&gt;stop broadcasting&lt;/em&gt;. Anything that happened before the invention of infomercials seems like it would have little bearing on my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2469313287384126475?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2469313287384126475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2469313287384126475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2469313287384126475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2469313287384126475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/03/graduate-charles-webb.html' title='The Graduate - Charles Webb'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KdQbX2mbgPA/TYP5WSgbZ-I/AAAAAAAABzQ/Ji0JfmH6ml8/s72-c/The%2BGraduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7997760335698590834</id><published>2011-02-27T10:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Children of Henry VIII'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alison Weir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Children of Henry VIII by Alison Weir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxOEC0F69Bo/TWp2adi3iCI/AAAAAAAAByU/Wmqi3rNfMnQ/s1600/henryviiikids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxOEC0F69Bo/TWp2adi3iCI/AAAAAAAAByU/Wmqi3rNfMnQ/s320/henryviiikids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578401285431330850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble's 'buy 2 get the third half price' rack provided me with several fun reads recently. For someone with a kind of weird obsession with medieval European royalty this book did not disappoint. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weir tells a well-known story from a fresh perspective. The exploits of Henry VIII and his six wives and the rein of his eventual heir, Queen Elizabeth, are well-documented in film and television. The childhoods and relationships between Henry's three children, however are less common knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book chronicles the childhoods of Anne, Edward and Elizabeth as well as their cousin Jane Grey. It follows the lives of each child and their tenuous relationships with each other from the time of Henry's death through Elizabeth's ascension to the throne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What fascinated me is the sense of isolation - even when each was on the throne they were without true, loyal friends. Everybody around them was constantly trying to manipulate and control them for their own ends. There was never a time when they really knew who they could trust. Those in line for the throne feared for their lives constantly (and with good reason - Jane Grey was put to death and Anne's advisors lobbied strongly for Elizabeth to meet the same end). The crazy religious upheaval of the time, the youth of the prince and princesses, and the lack of trust between them all make for compelling drama. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is an entertaining read, Weir has lots of first-hand accounts and quotes which bring the characters to life and humanize them. And at the end of the day it reminds you how lucky we are to have modern medicine, video and religious freedom. The fate of the British Empire would most certainly have changed if they only had the information we get by peeing on a stick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7997760335698590834?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7997760335698590834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7997760335698590834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7997760335698590834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7997760335698590834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/02/children-of-henry-viii-by-alison-weir.html' title='The Children of Henry VIII by Alison Weir'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxOEC0F69Bo/TWp2adi3iCI/AAAAAAAAByU/Wmqi3rNfMnQ/s72-c/henryviiikids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4928957775802711932</id><published>2011-01-13T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T00:41:44.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poplorica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Poplorica by Martin J. Smith and Patrick J. Kiger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TS6QJSKR6VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/f1dS8w-RE50/s1600/poplorica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TS6QJSKR6VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/f1dS8w-RE50/s320/poplorica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561541079017318738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks like I must have developed a life or something over the last few months, because I haven't posted any book reviews here since early November. I assure you this is not the case. I haven't actually finished reading anything recently, but since there's nothing I love more than procrastinating on finishing my grad school applications, I'm here tonight to post about the book I'm currently reading, Poplorica.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up Poplorica for a dollar off a Borders clearance rack years ago. I had completely forgotten about it until I pulled it out of a big box of books I rescued from my old bedroom at my parents' house. I started reading it last week and so far I'm really enjoying it. It's got a great balance of history and humor. It's well-researched without being heavy and boring. I've finished the first four chapters, which were about front lawns, air conditioning, calorie counting, and Alfred Kinsey. The purpose of the book is to look at the small inventions or ideas that lead to bigger movements and are still influencing our society today. Like how a landscape design book from 1870 praising grass lawns lead to nearly every household in America having a lawn, despite the fact that most Americans hate yard work. How Alfred Kinsey's unsuccessful honeymoon lead to his research that helped fuel the sexual revolution. How the invention of air conditioning prompted a population boom in the more conservative Southern states, shifting the votes in the Electoral College for each state and therefor influencing national elections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's an interesting book, and the chapters are nice and short (about ten pages each). I'll let y'all know how the rest of the book was when I'm finished. The next chapter is "The Rise of Tacky Chic" and I am &lt;i&gt;pumped&lt;/i&gt;. There's nothing I love more than a little tack mixed in with my chic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4928957775802711932?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4928957775802711932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4928957775802711932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4928957775802711932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4928957775802711932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2011/01/poplorica-by-martin-j-smith-and-patrick.html' title='Poplorica by Martin J. 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Kiger'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TS6QJSKR6VI/AAAAAAAAAXI/f1dS8w-RE50/s72-c/poplorica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4207008446536445983</id><published>2010-11-06T22:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:40:11.916-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mignion Fogarty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grammar Girl'/><title type='text'>Grammar Girl's Quick and Dirty Tips For Better Writing by Mignon Fogarty</title><content type='html'>Did you know it's grammatically incorrect to start a sentence with "hopefully?" I was writing an email to a coworker this week and caught myself making that mistake. Fortunately, I've been reading Grammar Girl so I was able to correct the sentence. Not that my coworker would have cared or even noticed, but I can't help myself. I'm a grammar nerd. I find language endlessly fascinating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grammar Girl's book is a great resource for hard-core grammar nerds or anyone who cares to write properly. I think it would be a great book for college students. Mignon Fogarty's writing is very accessible, much more so than the style guides I had to buy for my college English courses. She has some great memory tricks to remember grammar rules. One of my favorites was her tip for remembering when to use "whom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's a simple memory trick-- we'll call it the "him-lich" maneuver. It's as easy as testing your sentence with the word &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;: if you can hypothetically answer your question with the word &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, you need a &lt;i&gt;whom&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here's an example: who/whom do you love? Imagine a guy you love-- your father, your boyfriend, Chef Boyardee. I'm not here to judge you. The answer to the question &lt;i&gt;Who/whom do you love?&lt;/i&gt; would be "I love him." You've got a &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt;, so the answer is &lt;i&gt;whom&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;whom do you love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd be surprised how often I've thought of that trick since I first read it. It's quite handy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole book is full of useful grammar advice and tips, and it's really a fun read. I highly recommend it to everyone. The copy I read came from the library, so sadly I'll have to return it, but I've added it to my Amazon wishlist. I'm hoping someone will buy it for me for Christmas so I can have a copy at hand for all those times I need an answer to a grammar problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4207008446536445983?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4207008446536445983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4207008446536445983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4207008446536445983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4207008446536445983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/11/grammar-girls-quick-and-dirty-tips-for.html' title='Grammar Girl&apos;s Quick and Dirty Tips For Better Writing by Mignon Fogarty'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-412874747504485731</id><published>2010-10-04T19:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:14:11.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Three Cups of Tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/TKptm4qHjRI/AAAAAAAABxg/Un9ky_yhCBI/s1600/Three+Cups+of+Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524348407734832402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/TKptm4qHjRI/AAAAAAAABxg/Un9ky_yhCBI/s320/Three+Cups+of+Tea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In 1993, climber and slacker Greg Mortenson attempted and failed to climb K2, the world's deadliest peak. He found himself lost and weak in the Himalayas of Pakistan, where he was cared for and befriended in the impoverished remote village of Korphe. In Korphe, far from the government center of Pakistan, 84 children took their lessons outdoors on a frosty ledge. They shared a teacher with a neighboring village and scratched their lessons into the dirt with sticks. Mortenson made a promise to build the people of Korphe a proper school and he's been building schools in Pakistan and Afghanistan ever since. That first school cost $12,000 and a teacher cost a dollar a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mortenson's story is amazing. He lived out of a storage unit and his car in Berkley working odd shifts as an ER nurse when he was saving money for the Korphe school. All he really had was a little luck and an indefatigable will to help the children of Pakistan. He fell ass-backwards into some money, getting a wealthy benefactor and later some much deserved press. He shook a lot of hands and drank a lot of tea in Pakistan and figured out how to get things done in some of the most inaccessible parts of the world (hint: let the locals tell you how it's done). Basically, Mortenson is my new personal hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writing in the book leans towards the overly sentimental, towards hero-worship, and does that thing where the writer tries to tie two things together unnecessarily. I barely noticed any of that because I was really busy crying and worshiping. The plight of children and especially girls in these remote, poor, and often violent areas is deplorable. And as Americans, we basically just make it worse all the time. "Dr. Greg" might be the only purely positive force coming from the U.S. so we all owe him one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the book was really educational for me since I have really no knowledge of the area outside of what I see The Daily Beast headlines and the personal stories of the people of Pakistan are heart-breaking. The best bits of the book break down the way that the Taliban uses education and the shortfalls of Middle Eastern governments to recruit entire generations of extremists. Secular education really looks like the only way to win the war on terror. Books not bombs people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really recommend the book and beg the critics and naysayers to judge the content, not the style. And then go give Mortenson and the &lt;a href="https://www.ikat.org/"&gt;Central Asia Institute&lt;/a&gt; all of your moneys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-412874747504485731?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/412874747504485731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=412874747504485731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/412874747504485731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/412874747504485731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/10/three-cups-of-tea-by-greg-mortenson-and.html' title='Three Cups of Tea by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/TKptm4qHjRI/AAAAAAAABxg/Un9ky_yhCBI/s72-c/Three+Cups+of+Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8137214454883697717</id><published>2010-08-11T11:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T11:50:23.264-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just After Sunset'/><title type='text'>Just After Sunset: The Gingerbread Girl and Harvey's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TGLDSETq6hI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NYPRwgCvzTI/s1600/Just_After_Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TGLDSETq6hI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NYPRwgCvzTI/s320/Just_After_Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504176409761475090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While &lt;i&gt;Willa &lt;/i&gt;was a disappointment, &lt;i&gt;The Gingerbread Girl&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Harvey's Dream&lt;/i&gt; are much much better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gingerbread Girl&lt;/i&gt; is much longer than &lt;i&gt;Willa &lt;/i&gt;was, almost twice the length, and it takes much more care in describing the characters and the situations. &lt;i&gt;The Gingerbread Girl&lt;/i&gt; is more what I would consider to be classic Stephen King. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing supernatural in this story. The only monster is human. It tells the story of Emily, who takes up running to cope with the death of her infant daughter, Amy. She runs runs runs, as fast as she can to get away from the emotionally painful past, and ends up running right into the clutches of a mad man. This was one of those incredibly suspenseful stories where you start skimming paragraphs instead of reading because you just want to find out what happens already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harvey's Dream&lt;/i&gt; is a very simple story about a husband explaining his dream to his wife. King works his magic in making even this simple, rather mundane task suspenseful. I didn't like it nearly as much as I liked&lt;i&gt; The Gingerbread Girl&lt;/i&gt;, but I didn't predict the end halfway through, so it's already way better than &lt;i&gt;Willa&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a few pages in to the next story &lt;i&gt;Rest Stop&lt;/i&gt;, and I will have a &lt;i&gt;lot &lt;/i&gt;to say about that story when I finish it. I also just finished reading Noises Off, but we'll wait to see if I'm cast in the play before I review it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8137214454883697717?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8137214454883697717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8137214454883697717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8137214454883697717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8137214454883697717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-after-sunset-gingerbread-girl-and.html' title='Just After Sunset: The Gingerbread Girl and Harvey&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TGLDSETq6hI/AAAAAAAAAWY/NYPRwgCvzTI/s72-c/Just_After_Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-843743109890578216</id><published>2010-07-30T17:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.959-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alison Bechdel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Fun Home - Review II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Miranda already reviewed &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-home-by-alison-bechdel.html"&gt;Fun Home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/TFNFGRuV88I/AAAAAAAABww/uH6LMTxcRwA/s1600/Fun+Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499815544088818626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/TFNFGRuV88I/AAAAAAAABww/uH6LMTxcRwA/s200/Fun+Home.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved this book. I've not been a graphic novel (or comics) reader, aside from the odd Doonesbury, but this was so accessible. The drawings add so much nuance to an emotionally heavy story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun Home feels like a cathartic exercise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel&lt;/span&gt; went through in order to reconcile her complicated relationship with her father. Alison &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;renowned&lt;/span&gt; author of the comic (and website) "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dykes&lt;/span&gt; to Watch Out For". The story paints the disconnect between &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel's&lt;/span&gt; 70's/80's awareness and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;openness&lt;/span&gt; about her sexuality against her father's lifelong secrecy surrounding his own homosexuality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel&lt;/span&gt;, she's so obviously torn between this "otherness" she and her father share, this common experience and shared heritage and the cold reality that her father was a philandering husband and a distant parent. She wants to connect with her father, and does in some ways, but she cannot escape the heartbreak, the lifetime of disappointment he put her mother through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then he dies. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel&lt;/span&gt; never resolves these feelings about her father. He's gone, and she's young, though she seems older than her years in the context of the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the medium, I found one aspect particularly effective. In various chapters, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel&lt;/span&gt; revisits some of the same scenes and events. In some cases we're shown the same scene, or room or character from a different angle, we get a more complete visual. In others &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel&lt;/span&gt; uses the same frame, the same graphic and caption, but the context gives us deeper insight. In both cases we are given a second chance to experience the event and it gives these episodes from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bechdel's&lt;/span&gt; life so much weight. You feel all the conflicting emotions, the history that makes a moment personal. It's fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a powerful story, certainly worth reading and revisiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-843743109890578216?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/843743109890578216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=843743109890578216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/843743109890578216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/843743109890578216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-home-review-ii.html' title='Fun Home - Review II'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/TFNFGRuV88I/AAAAAAAABww/uH6LMTxcRwA/s72-c/Fun+Home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1651007188707337596</id><published>2010-07-30T16:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:49:26.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen King'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just After Sunset'/><title type='text'>Just After Sunset by Stephen King: Willa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TFM2MmASnuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VEmTf1mRk5s/s1600/Just_After_Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TFM2MmASnuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VEmTf1mRk5s/s320/Just_After_Sunset.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499799159937605346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up this collection of Stephen King short stories at a garage sale this morning, and I just finished the first story, &lt;i&gt;Willa&lt;/i&gt;. I'm a King fan, and I don't think I've written about him here before. I have several of his books on my "To Read" shelves, including Under the Dome, which I've already read about 200 pages of, but since that's still only about 15% of the book, it may be some time before I've worked up the energy to tackle that again. A collection of short stories seems to be the perfect option for me right now, since I seem to have trouble finishing books that I start. I like to blame the fact that I work with books all day, five days a week (I'm a cataloger at a library), so when I get home I usually don't want to curl up with another book. I'd like to blame my job, but it's probably the fact that I'm lazy and have a short attention span. So it's nice to have some bite-size fiction to get me back into the swing of being a Reader again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said, I was decidedly underwhelmed by &lt;i&gt;Willa&lt;/i&gt;. It's not that it's badly written, it's just kind of obvious. (Spoilers) It's a story about a group of ghosts who don't know they're ghosts, and how two of them figure it out and try to convince the others. But, in the beginning, we're not supposed to know they're ghosts either. The thing is, if you've ever read King before, or really any type of supernatural/horror fiction... you know what's going on from page one. There's minimal conflict, and not really much going on. I just read a review though that says that &lt;i&gt;Willa&lt;/i&gt; is the worst story of the bunch, and King himself admits as much. Hopefully the next story will live up to what I expect from Stephen King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reviews forthcoming:&lt;i&gt; Going in Circles&lt;/i&gt; by Pamela Ribon, &lt;i&gt;In Defense of Food&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Pollan, and&lt;i&gt; Noises Off&lt;/i&gt; by Michael Frayn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1651007188707337596?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1651007188707337596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1651007188707337596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1651007188707337596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1651007188707337596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-after-sunset-by-stephen-king-willa.html' title='Just After Sunset by Stephen King: Willa'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TFM2MmASnuI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/VEmTf1mRk5s/s72-c/Just_After_Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7410099046756785718</id><published>2010-06-10T21:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T19:40:55.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Why Girls are Weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Why Girls are Weird by Pamela Ribon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TBGlGAwDSSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aWuzIvS89Ck/s1600/why+girls+are+weird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TBGlGAwDSSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aWuzIvS89Ck/s320/why+girls+are+weird.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481343744185944354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first version of this entry didn't have any sort of description of the plot of the book, it just started straight out with what is now the 2nd paragraph. But since I realize it's dumb to assume that the 7 followers who aren't Abby already know the plot, here's the summary from Amazon: "When Anna Koval decides to creatively kill time at her library job in Austin by teaching herself HTML and posting partially fabricated stories about her life on the Internet, she hardly imagines anyone besides her friend Dale is going to read them. He's been bugging her to start writing again since her breakup with Ian over a year ago. And so what if the "Anna K" persona in Anna's online journal has a fabulous boyfriend named Ian? It's not like the real Ian will ever find out about it. Almost instantly Anna K starts getting e-mail from adoring fans that read her daily postings religiously. One devotee, Tess, seems intent on becoming Anna K's real-life best friend and another, a male admirer who goes by the name of "Ldobler," sounds like he'd want to date Anna K if she didn't already have a boyfriend. Meanwhile, the real Anna can't help but wonder if her newfound fans like her or the alter ego she's created. It's only a matter of time before fact and fiction collide and force Anna to decide not only who she wants to be with, but who she wants to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I first read &lt;i&gt;Why Girls are Weird&lt;/i&gt; when I was 19. Nineteen is a weird age. You're out of high school, so you feel like you should be all grown up. You think of yourself that way. But really, you're still a teenager. Judging by the passages I had underlined my first time reading it, I was most definitely a teenager, in every sense of the word. I'm pretty sure this is not the first time I've reread Girls, because I remembered some of the passages too clearly for this to be only the second time I've read it. But for the intents and purposes of this review, we're going to go ahead and pretend that I'm rereading it for the first time in 6 years. It feels that way, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this book the first summer I worked at my favorite summer camp. Something you must understand about camps is that they are almost entirely staffed by young people, late teens to mid-twenties. Hormones, sunshine, close quarters... you see where I'm going with this. I had my fair share of unrequited crushes, which really colored my first reading of this book, and when looking at the passages I underlined, it &lt;i&gt;shows&lt;/i&gt;. Ribon wrote that Anna K was feeling left out of love while all her friends are getting married, and I underlined it. I laughed at myself when I saw that underline this time through because I'm pretty sure I only had one friend who got married by the time we were nineteen, so it's not like I was being left behind in anything. I was just being dramatic. And immediately after laughing at 19 year old me, I was overcome with mortification. Not only had I underlined passages that don't actually pertain to my life in any way, but I underlined them IN PEN, and I have LOANED THIS BOOK OUT. I'm... I'm so embarrassed. But to those of you who read this book and saw my underlines and wondered what the hell I was on about: I was nineteen, and being a teenager is weird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I react to the book now, now that I'm really a grown up (mostly), in a healthy romantic relationship? I wasn't as affected by the romance plotline. It was still interesting as it ever was, and I had actually forgotten a lot of the details of Anna and Ian's relationship. And I think with the added perspective of actually having been in real relationships, the actions of the characters make much more sense. But the biggest difference of all: This time, I was much, much more affected by the stories of Anna and her dying father. Three months ago I lost my beloved grandfather, and I would come across parts in the book that would make me want to shout to those around me "This! This is how I feel!" There is a part not too long after she finds out her dad is really dying where she says she wishes she could go back to when "things were simpler, [...] when being a daughter had nothing to do with watching someone slip silently away. I wanted to go back to when a father was someone big and strong, an invincible man who never let anything get in his way." Yeah, I know how that feels. I loved the part where she wishes she could wear a sign that says "I'M IN MOURNING" so people don't give her strange looks when she's crying in front of frozen foods. Maybe I should make a sign like that, because I'm going to have to brave the Fathers Day section at Target next week to buy my dad a card. All those cards for Grandpas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mourning is weird. Even though it was sad, reading about Anna's mourning was cathartic. I don't remember crying during the gynecologist scene the first time I read this book, but this time I was &lt;i&gt;sobbing&lt;/i&gt;. Anna has to go to a new doctor for the first time, and the doctor has to take a medical history. For the first time she has to say, out loud "My father died of heart disease," and she breaks down. I haven't had to say it yet, but eventually I will have to do some sort of medical history or something, and I will have to say it. Out loud. "My grandpa died of lung cancer." It's weird just to type it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my favorite single line was the first time I read &lt;i&gt;Why Girls are Weird&lt;/i&gt;, but I know now. When Dr. Sanji tells her: "It's sad when our daddies die. Makes us one less person inside." :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have to say, &lt;b&gt;Tiny Wooden Hand&lt;/b&gt; is still freaking &lt;i&gt;hilarious&lt;/i&gt;. Also, if you want to turn this post into a drinking game (and really, why wouldn't you?), drink every time you read the word "weird."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7410099046756785718?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7410099046756785718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7410099046756785718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7410099046756785718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7410099046756785718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-girls-are-weird-by-pamela-ribon.html' title='Why Girls are Weird by Pamela Ribon'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/TBGlGAwDSSI/AAAAAAAAAWI/aWuzIvS89Ck/s72-c/why+girls+are+weird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2713504701728883726</id><published>2010-05-20T15:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:08:22.973-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Roach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex by Mary Roach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S_WVRFQqofI/AAAAAAAABwo/uaPNz9XQ-1Y/s1600/Bonk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473445042841100786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S_WVRFQqofI/AAAAAAAABwo/uaPNz9XQ-1Y/s200/Bonk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bonk is our &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/search/label/Spook"&gt;second Roach book&lt;/a&gt;. It does not disappoint. Excessively foot-noted with tidbits like "nasal congestion is actually an erection in your nose", Bonk is hilarious and educational. As it turns out, after centuries of scientific study, we don't know that much about something totally fundamental to the future of our species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The researchers Roach encounters (and whose experiments she and her husband participate in) are kind of a strange lot. But you have to value the work they do. I'm glad someone is out there studying how to have better sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roach reviews the research done into human (and often animal) sexuality as far back as records are kept. Some of her juicier finds are at the U.S. Patent office, and others are in the strange opinions of Victorians, Catholic dogma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;urologists&lt;/span&gt;' offices, and doodles in Leonardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vinci's&lt;/span&gt; engineering drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend this book for anyone who enjoys science, history or (God forbid) sex. Mary Roach is a great author who makes sense of scientific jargon and puts herself into all kinds of strange, potentially humiliating situations for her reader's benefit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2713504701728883726?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2713504701728883726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2713504701728883726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2713504701728883726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2713504701728883726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/05/bonk-curious-coupling-of-science-and.html' title='Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex by Mary Roach'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S_WVRFQqofI/AAAAAAAABwo/uaPNz9XQ-1Y/s72-c/Bonk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5339457232482138404</id><published>2010-05-20T15:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:51:09.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombay Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Bombay Time by Thrity Umrigar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S_WSdtdZQ5I/AAAAAAAABwg/5zpfIBTKiIs/s1600/Bombay+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473441961255453586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S_WSdtdZQ5I/AAAAAAAABwg/5zpfIBTKiIs/s200/Bombay+Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bombay Time is a novel about a group of old friends who live in the same apartment in Bombay. It's sort of a coming of age novel, not just for the characters, but for their city. The city is growing and changing, it's more violent more impoverished than when the residents of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wadia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Baug&lt;/span&gt; were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story is told through a series of flashbacks. Each chapter is presented from the point of view of a different character. In the present, the group is gathering for the wedding of one neighbor's son. In the flashbacks, characters are taken back to a pivotal moment in their life, generally when they were in their teens or twenties. For some characters we are taken through a many years and others just a few traumatic months. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;juxtaposition&lt;/span&gt; of these wide-eyed, ambitious youths with their faded, wrinkled present day ghosts is paralleled in the changes in the city from a bustling, hopeful place to a violent, dirty, dangerous city. The shine is certainly off of both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The character development and relationships of this group is certainly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Umrigar's&lt;/span&gt; strength. She investigates the tense and difficult moments that change the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trajectory&lt;/span&gt; of each life. The style is good, each character has their own voice, their own perceptions which are confirmed or shown to be false in other chapters. I found the only disappointment was in the ending, which was narrated by the same character as the first chapter. He is the only person who finds closure or redemption. I was left feeling a bit unfinished, I wanted that final resolution for each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wadia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Baug&lt;/span&gt; resident. But possibly the author's point is that the second look isn't necessary. The old men and women are set in their ways. The emotion of the wedding and the brief brush with violence they see there leaves them unchanged. We know the characters well enough to know what they'll be doing in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Umrigar&lt;/span&gt; does an excellent job bringing Bombay to life for an outsider. Made me want to see more into India. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5339457232482138404?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5339457232482138404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5339457232482138404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5339457232482138404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5339457232482138404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/05/bombay-time-by-thrity-umrigar.html' title='Bombay Time by Thrity Umrigar'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S_WSdtdZQ5I/AAAAAAAABwg/5zpfIBTKiIs/s72-c/Bombay+Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2332848336852571149</id><published>2010-05-10T11:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:36:45.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Klosterman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eating the Dinosaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Eating the Dinosaur - Chuck Klosterman</title><content type='html'>I heart Klosterman. This is a geek I'd get along with. For one thing, his writing style sounds like my inner monologue. He's sarcastic and obsessive about things that less geeky people couldn't care less about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular tome definitely skews into the metaphysical. Klosterman seems quite hung up on the construction of reality. Or the impossibility of reality. On irony and our inability to communicate with genuine people (like Canadians). It sounds complicated and boring, but it isn't. It's like me making every life event relate to Sienfeld or Friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His essay on how progressive the NFL is left me a little cold (even with extremely detailed foot-notes, there's only so much you can absorb if you haven't spent the last 2 decades watching SportsCenter daily). The essay on time-travel was equally detailed, to the point of being almost unfollowable, but if you love Back To the Future (and seriously, who doesn't?) the first three-quarters is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also notable - interviews with documentarians, tales from Klosterman's days in Fargo and what may be enough evidence to arrest him for being a peeping tom. Lengthy commentary on how much we've failed to learn from the Unabomber (hint: he's crazy, but not wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all his books, I enjoyed this immensely and recommend it to anyone who suspects that their reality is a figment of their imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2332848336852571149?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2332848336852571149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2332848336852571149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2332848336852571149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2332848336852571149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/05/eating-dinosaur-chuck-klosterman.html' title='Eating the Dinosaur - Chuck Klosterman'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7135618001132160251</id><published>2010-05-09T23:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.961-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphic Novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alison Bechdel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>Fun Home by Alison Bechdel</title><content type='html'>Yes! I finished a book in a reasonable amount of time!! I'm pretty sure I finished this one in 4 sittings, spaced out over a few weeks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first graphic novel I've ever read. Can you really call it a "novel" though if it's a memoir? Isn't "novel" associated with fiction?? Anyway, I really enjoyed Fun Home, except for the last chapter. I haven't read James Joyce's Ulysses, so the many many allusions and metaphors are completely lost on me. I'm sure they're very intelligent, but sadly, I'm not intelligent enough to completely get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really tired right now and I'm on my way to bed, but I wanted to blog about this before I forgot. My absolute favorite part of the book is the last page of the first chapter. Alison is talking about her father's death and how even though she was 19 when he died, she felt that his absence radiated retroactively back through all her memories of him. She says it's the opposite of how an amputee feels phantom pain in a missing limb: her father really was there all those years while she was growing up, but she ached as though he were already gone. The last image of the chapter is incredibly moving when taken in with the description of feeling like her father is already gone. It's a picture from high above their yard, with Alison and her father with their backs turned, moving away from each other. I found it very powerful, and with that page, I finally "got" graphic novels. The words and the pictures play off each other and create something that is more than the sum of its parts. The missing limb metaphor could have worked in a traditional novel, but I wouldn't have gone back to that page to reread it 7 times if it hadn't been accompanied by the images. The images make a clever turn of phrase in to something special. I wanted to scan the page, or at least the last image, to include with this post, but I have already passed the book on to the next reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7135618001132160251?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7135618001132160251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7135618001132160251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7135618001132160251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7135618001132160251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-home-by-alison-bechdel.html' title='Fun Home by Alison Bechdel'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1866213207118836275</id><published>2010-04-25T13:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T13:33:43.449-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going In Circles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Going In Circles by Pamela Ribon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S9R8eJRIa9I/AAAAAAAABuU/2K3BeetHgIw/s1600/Going+in+Circles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464129105232948178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S9R8eJRIa9I/AAAAAAAABuU/2K3BeetHgIw/s200/Going+in+Circles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.pamie.com/"&gt;pamie's &lt;/a&gt;third book!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a novel about Charlotte Goodman whose marriage is breaking up after only a few months. She's moved out and become unhinged. She's so detached from her life that she internally narrarates the action. And then she makes a new friend and discovers roller derby and is able to eventually start living again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going in Circles is, I think, a departure from Ribon's previous novels. It still has that very personal aspect, the reader is fully inside the neurosis of the protagonist. It's believable in the details and well-written in that signature Ribon style. It lacked the hilarity though. I think this book was sadder. Not sad like Why Girls are Weird with the death of a parent that left me sobbing in the backseat of my parent's SUV as we roadtripped to Iowa. But, gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte is really Broken, just like her derby name - Hard Broken. And it's sad. And you feel for her. There are some scenes sprinkled with humor, the dark scenario lighened with some silliness, but overall this is a much more somber look at someone's life. Alternatively, Charlotte is a grown-up. She doesn't seem petulant or irresponsible or moody. She seems like she's been run over by a Mac truck. She also isn't as insecure as previous Ribon characters, possibly because her circumstances are so much more dire. I think this story shows growth from Ribon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally enjoyable reading (contrary to what I just wrote about it being sad). I read it in a day and I learned about roller derby and I laughed out loud once and cried a little, and what more do you really want in a book? I heart pamie, and as always look forward to her next endeavor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1866213207118836275?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1866213207118836275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1866213207118836275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1866213207118836275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1866213207118836275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-in-circles-by-pamela-ribon.html' title='Going In Circles by Pamela Ribon'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S9R8eJRIa9I/AAAAAAAABuU/2K3BeetHgIw/s72-c/Going+in+Circles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2690481573223794543</id><published>2010-04-21T19:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:10:14.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inga Muscio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>cunt Revisited</title><content type='html'>Well, it has officially been (more than) a year since I started this all-female author experiment. The Lincoln book took so long to read it's been more like 13.5 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided it might be fun to bookend the &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/cunt-by-inga-muscio.html"&gt;experience &lt;/a&gt;by rereading &lt;strong&gt;cunt&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus I think the blog's rating was down to like PG. Not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1580050751.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 185px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1580050751.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second read, the book is still awesome. Not quite as awe-inspiring, but there was a ton of stuff I'd forgotten. So much I had resolved to do that is still un-done. New resolution is to reread &lt;strong&gt;cunt &lt;/strong&gt;yearly. Also to put all the recommended reading from that book onto my to-read list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Inga, I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my opinion about the experiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Great experience, I didn't feel like I was missing out at all. The only time I felt a pang was when my significant other left a pile of books at my place that he's already finished (and gushed about). But you know what? That pile is still there, with all of my unread books some of which are still by chicks. In fact, my Kindle is loaded up with Maya Angelou and the new Pamela Ribon is being sent to my as we speak. You can't exhaust the field, there is so much worth reading by female authors and we should all make the effort to ensure we don't miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Great experience. My feminism feels strong and fit. My brain feels clever. I intentionally tried to read some classics, some youth lit, some science, some history, some fiction. It was glorious. In the last 13 months of my book-reading, nothing anti-woman has happened in my world. I have felt close to my books, they get me and they love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Great continuing experience. Reading books by women makes you want to read books by women. Every book I've read has made me want to read more by that author, more on that subject, more in that genre. I have a few books by men that I thought I'd be so psyched to read, like at the end of Lent and now I'm like, 'whatev, I'll get to them eventually.' More Girl! I also want to tweak my magazine reading to get more Girl and my movies to see more Girl producer and director and writer credits. I want to listen to music written, performed and produced by Girl. I want to fill my house with Girl art and consume more everything made by companies run by Girls. Tragically, without making a pointed effort the current mix is nowhere near even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!! I think I might give all my friends &lt;strong&gt;cunt &lt;/strong&gt;for their birthdays and offer them access to my Girl! library, should they want to try this experiment. Cuz they should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2690481573223794543?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2690481573223794543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2690481573223794543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2690481573223794543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2690481573223794543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/04/cunt-revisited.html' title='cunt Revisited'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2259780716173384437</id><published>2010-04-21T18:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doris Kearns Goodwin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Team of Rivals'/><title type='text'>Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://opiniones.terra.es/tmp/swotti/cacheVGVHBSBVZIBSAXZHBHM6IFROZSBQB2XPDGLJYWWGR2VUAXVZIG9MIEFICMFOYW0GTGLUY29SBG==RW50ZXJ0YWLUBWVUDC1CB29RCW==/imgTeam%20of%20Rivals:%20The%20Political%20Genius%20of%20Abraham%20Lincoln4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 429px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://opiniones.terra.es/tmp/swotti/cacheVGVHBSBVZIBSAXZHBHM6IFROZSBQB2XPDGLJYWWGR2VUAXVZIG9MIEFICMFOYW0GTGLUY29SBG==RW50ZXJ0YWLUBWVUDC1CB29RCW==/imgTeam%20of%20Rivals:%20The%20Political%20Genius%20of%20Abraham%20Lincoln4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://opiniones.terra.es/tmp/swotti/cacheVGVHBSBVZIBSAXZHBHM6IFROZSBQB2XPDGLJYWWGR2VUAXVZIG9MIEFICMFOYW0GTGLUY29SBG==RW50ZXJ0YWLUBWVUDC1CB29RCW==/imgTeam%20of%20Rivals:%20The%20Political%20Genius%20of%20Abraham%20Lincoln4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Abraham Lincoln was the man. Apparently there was a reason we spent so much time talking about him in middle school social studies, and it wasn't because I went to public school in Illinois. Well, not completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I should mention that I read this on my Kindle. The print version must weigh 80lbs. This is a long one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, I have to say that Lincoln has become my favorite president and the Civil War has become my favorite war. I want to read more about the war and the leaders involved and the Confederacy. This is clearly a compliment to Goodwin. This book pretty much rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one thing it isn't a biography, but a quadruple biography. Goodwin traces not only the life and career of our 16th prez, but those of the other 3 Republican presidential hopefuls. All three men joined Lincoln's cabinet creating his "team of rivals". See? It's a clever title. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the book is freaking fantastic. It's the best kind of history book, excruciatingly well researched but not bogged down in the facts. It really focuses on the personalities of the important people of the time and draws the reader into life in war-time D.C. Did you know they had to get messages from the front by easily sliced telegraph lines? Yeah, life before texting sucked. The book also does the opposite of that thing that made high school history super boring, which is presenting the events as inevitable. Even with my public-school education I knew that (spoiler alert!!) the North won the war and Lincoln was assassinated, but Goodwin weaves together the dry facts of the war with the colorful emotions and impossible decisions Lincoln was faced with in such a way that I was on the edge of my seat thinking "What's gonna happen?!?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that particularly got me was the racial climate at the time. Probably the recent read of Uncle Tom's Cabin served as a comparison. As a Northerner (or "winner") we're sort of taught that the Union was all abolitionists, who (obviously) were for equality. So not true. Pretty much no one wanted freed slaves to be citizens, vote, mix with white folks or have any rights whatever. Some people thought we should ship them back to Africa or South America where they could eradicate a native population, colonize and start their own civil war. Classy, America. Even Lincoln didn't think mixed races could coexist. It's the most bizarre thing. In context, it wasn't that long ago that this-the most racially diverse country in the world-thought the only way to have two races in one place is to enslave one of them. People wanted to keep the Irish out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other stunning thing to me is the evolution of the American attention span. Y'know those "American-style" debates they are trying out in Britain? Think back to the last one you saw. Each person gets something like two minutes to make their argument and one gets a 30-second rebuttle. In those actual Lincoln-Douglass debates (for &lt;em&gt;Senate&lt;/em&gt;) they each spoke for two &lt;em&gt;hours&lt;/em&gt;. No soundbite. No 4 second blip. Two hours of nuanced, detailed discussion of issues people care about. Farmers came in and stood in the hot sun the whole day to observe this. Can you imagine? I haven't sat through anything longer than 2 hours since "LOTR: Return of the King" opened. We live in a sad world. It's no wonder we're stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't recommend this book highly enough to people with an interest in American history and strong arms (or an e-reader). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2259780716173384437?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2259780716173384437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2259780716173384437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2259780716173384437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2259780716173384437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/04/team-of-rivals-by-doris-kearns-goodwin.html' title='Team of Rivals by Doris Kearns Goodwin'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5709796055565188597</id><published>2010-02-22T16:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niffenegger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Her Fearful Symmetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Her Fearful Symmetry - Audrey Niffenegger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S4MCbxcLhbI/AAAAAAAABsc/seTe2hvcmOw/s1600-h/Her+Fearful+Symmetry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441195450944947634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S4MCbxcLhbI/AAAAAAAABsc/seTe2hvcmOw/s200/Her+Fearful+Symmetry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/search/label/The%20Time%20Traveler%27s%20Wife"&gt;second UBC book &lt;/a&gt;from Niffenegger. This chick is into the supernatural. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Fearful Symmetry is sort of a mystery books. It features two sets of twins, American twenty-somethings Julia and Valentina and their English mother and aunt, Edie and Elspeth. At the opening Elspeth dies and leaves her apartment in London to the younger twins. Edie and Elspeth are estranged, haven't seen each other in decades, and Edie is forbidden from visiting Elspeth's apartment if the girls move in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls are sort of a codependent dichotomy, Julia is strong, healthy and forceful and Valentina is ill and weak-spirited, but longs for independence. Elspeth the ghost is ever-present in the apartment and Niffenegger spends more time than you'd expect on the science side of the afterlife. She explains it from Elspeth's perspective as Elspeth discovers her ghostly nature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the story develops, there's an expected rift between the twins as Valentina falls in love with Elspeth's depressed boyfriend who lives in the apartment below and Julia befriends the obsessive compulsive that lives in the apartment above. Eventually, the story takes a bizarre supernatural twist and the truth behind the Edie/Elspeth rift is revealed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not really a mystery-reader, so I'm not totally familiar with the usual plot devices, but I was pleasantly surprised by this book. There were some obvious red herrings and some leading foreshadowing, but the twist was still a surprise. While I had guessed the truth, I hadn't guessed the whole truth, nor did I see the ghostly hijinks coming. It was fun and I was amused by all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with The Time Traveler's Wife, Niffenegger gives the characters what they want and then makes them suffer for it a bit. The ending was far from happy, but when I finished I realized I wasn't sure who the protagonist was. The characters are each flawed, but their actions often belied their character so it was hard to root for anyone in particular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I definitely recommend this book, it's a quick read but has a lot of interesting perspectives on death and truth and hurting the ones you love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they decide to make this into a craptacular movie like they did with Time Traveler, I'm hoping they cast the Olsen twins as Julia and Valentina. They are the right age and look and it would be an awesome way for them to reunite on screen. In what would definitely be a horrible movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5709796055565188597?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5709796055565188597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5709796055565188597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5709796055565188597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5709796055565188597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/02/her-fearful-symmetry-audrey-niffenegger.html' title='Her Fearful Symmetry - Audrey Niffenegger'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S4MCbxcLhbI/AAAAAAAABsc/seTe2hvcmOw/s72-c/Her+Fearful+Symmetry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4005437257995567082</id><published>2010-02-22T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.965-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Petticoat Commando'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Petticoat Commando by Johanna Brandt</title><content type='html'>Interestingly, all of Amazon doesn't have a summary of this book. Which is unfortunate because my tenuous relationship with historical facts is going to make it hard for me. I didn't pay attention to the details while I was reading and it seems like a lot of work to look them up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so in the early 1900's there was this war, right? in the Boer region of South Africa. It seems to have been between the Boer (who may have been Danish settlers) and the British. Whatever, all the historical context is pretty much irrelevant because the story is about this young woman, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hansie&lt;/span&gt; and her mom who were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;badass&lt;/span&gt; spies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hansie&lt;/span&gt; and Mrs. Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Warmelo&lt;/span&gt; were living out in the country, their house is totally surrounded by British encampments and they spend a few years of the war sending out secret correspondence to Europe and harboring spies and stealing shipping information. The book is largely sourced from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hansie's&lt;/span&gt; secret diary that she kept during this time, written entirely in invisible ink. Which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Brandt doesn't just quote the diary (for reasons unexplained) and instead covers the entire story in short anecdotes. There is basically no narrative arc, or plot to speak of. Now, it's nonfiction so I understand that there's only so much you can do, but it was a little hard to follow. Also, she seems to have reported these anecdotes slightly out of chronology, favoring to group some stories because they involve the same characters or the same type of missions. Not terrible, but it kind of leaves you hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandt also writes like an excitable, emotional woman who faints all the time. Lots of extraneous exclamations over the suffering of others and lots of exclamation points. This seems to be a trend with women writing non-fiction in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-women's lib days. Not a fan. It's like Lifetime Original Programming for Books. Stories about Women, For Women, By Women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I liked this book and it covered places and events with which I was completely unfamiliar (thanks public school!) so I feel like I learned something. I'd consider reading more about the Boer war because it was interesting how closely controlled information was. Censors read all incoming and outgoing mail so the events of the war were largely unknown in Europe, even though the fighting sides were both European.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it tilts your opinion, you can download this book for free on Kindle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4005437257995567082?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4005437257995567082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4005437257995567082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4005437257995567082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4005437257995567082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/02/petticoat-commando-by-johanna-brandt.html' title='The Petticoat Commando by Johanna Brandt'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5910382649630729356</id><published>2010-01-26T17:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelf Discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Shelf Discovery: The Teen Classics We Never Stopped Reading - Lizzie Skurnick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S1952MhfkeI/AAAAAAAABqo/5vKEIOBF35A/s1600-h/Shelf+Discovery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431193647613710818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S1952MhfkeI/AAAAAAAABqo/5vKEIOBF35A/s200/Shelf+Discovery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skurnick is a blogger for &lt;a href="http://www.jezebel.com/search/finelines/"&gt;Jezebel.com &lt;/a&gt;and has a literary blog called &lt;a href="http://www.oldhag.com/"&gt;Old Hag&lt;/a&gt;. This bodes well for me enjoying her work. &lt;strong&gt;Shelf Discovery&lt;/strong&gt; is essentially a curated collection of "book reports" about all the books we all read way too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal favorites include every book Madeline L'Engle ever wrote for teens and &lt;strong&gt;From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The style of the book is very bloggy - conversational, shortish chapters, inside jokes. Skurnick also manages to refocus my old favorites through a generous feminist lens. Most fun, she shows how silly parents, teachers and general alarmists are when they worry about the influence of television and Lindsay Lohan. There's more hormone-filled sex-ed in your average Judy Blume novel than I got in 12 years of public schooling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is sort of a nostalgic love-letter to my early teen years and I nostalgically loved every page of it. I highly recommend this if you spent age 11 with your nose buried in a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5910382649630729356?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5910382649630729356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5910382649630729356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5910382649630729356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5910382649630729356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/shelf-discovery-teen-classics-we-never.html' title='Shelf Discovery: The Teen Classics We Never Stopped Reading - Lizzie Skurnick'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S1952MhfkeI/AAAAAAAABqo/5vKEIOBF35A/s72-c/Shelf+Discovery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8735120369635238047</id><published>2010-01-26T17:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.922-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncle Tom&apos;s Cabin'/><title type='text'>Uncle Tom's Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe</title><content type='html'>Unsurprisingly, this is a pretty depressing book about slavery. From the perspective of a non-racist living in a post-slavery country, this book is really preachy. Stowe is susceptible to long-winded passages condemning slave-owners and the Northerners who don't intervene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a period piece, this book is still brilliant. The character and depth of Stowe's arguments and story display the nature of America in those years before the Civil War. Stowe is generous with her characters, there are kindly slave-owners, disinterested slave-owners and viciously cruel slave-owners. And there are pious, kind-hearted slaves, and clever slaves and slaves that are as cruel as their masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stowe is a little generous to her sympathetic readers as well- some of the slaves reach freedom and happiness. This happy ending is really emotional and rewarding (and, yes, I teared up.) In the end, the lesson comes with the heart-breaking failure of the most worthy, most harshly-treated slaves, and this also is extremely affecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book's style and use of phoenetic dialog made it a slow read for me, but I did enjoy it to the extent that one can enjoy reading about the disgusting, inhumane treatment of his fellow man. Recommended as an academic read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8735120369635238047?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8735120369635238047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8735120369635238047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8735120369635238047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8735120369635238047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2010/01/uncle-toms-cabin-harriet-beecher-stowe.html' title='Uncle Tom&apos;s Cabin - Harriet Beecher Stowe'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5263679382244943703</id><published>2009-12-14T09:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Governess at the Siamese Court'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Memoirs of an English Governess at the Siamese Court - Anna Leonowens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S0tbx3xiO2I/AAAAAAAABqc/-h7QcrraytA/s1600-h/Siamese+Court.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425531088441326434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S0tbx3xiO2I/AAAAAAAABqc/-h7QcrraytA/s200/Siamese+Court.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SyZSt7XM69I/AAAAAAAABp0/8oX5vo66p78/s1600-h/Siamese+Court.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This story is the inspiration for the musical "The King and I" and its various film adaptations. I have to say, Rogers and Hammerstein have a better eye than me. The book was sort of... excruciating? Okay, more detail to follow, but the short version is: Rent the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is wont to happen in a memoir, the author has a certain perspective of herself that she tries to get across. Less concern is given to story-telling and more is given to the emotional impact of the author's own experiences. In this case, the book is some combination of a travel log, a history textbook and a memoir. The travel log was unexpected, and Leonowens dedicates long chapters to her trip to and from Siam. Given that there is no plot or character development in these portions, I found them quite dull. The description of the landscape and ruins has some great imagery, but without context it falls flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonowens, possibly as a teacher with an interest in history herself, includes long passages following the important events of Siam through several hundred years of rule, including some of the personal exploits of the King's ancestors. Mostly, this section is really dry, reminiscent of my middle school textbooks. Since this is all presented before the King or his court are introduced, my interest level was zero and I skimmed through this really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, there was the memoir. Leonowens is somewhere between ethnocentric and xenophobic and a lot of the more personal stories she tells involve her being terrified and afraid for her life. She seems to be trying to garner some empathy for her difficult situation. She also emphasizes her deep love for her students, though she barely mentions her time in the classroom and only talks about two in particular (one a princess and the favorite of the King). In her interactions with the King she seems to view him as a petulant child in need of scolding and she has little respect for the traditions and culture of Siam. When she finally leaves she seems bitter and it is difficult to tell if she enjoyed any of her time in Siam. Whatever heroic, brave, tolerant picture she tried to paint of herself failed. I found her judgemental, superior, and certainly not a savvy traveler of the Orient or an early feminist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5263679382244943703?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5263679382244943703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5263679382244943703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5263679382244943703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5263679382244943703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/12/memoirs-of-english-governess-at-siamese.html' title='Memoirs of an English Governess at the Siamese Court - Anna Leonowens'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/S0tbx3xiO2I/AAAAAAAABqc/-h7QcrraytA/s72-c/Siamese+Court.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3009577988988574222</id><published>2009-11-23T11:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:58:40.538-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kindle'/><title type='text'>Technologies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/Swq_MsNljAI/AAAAAAAABpg/EltMccdAnUQ/s1600/Kindle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407344527359183874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/Swq_MsNljAI/AAAAAAAABpg/EltMccdAnUQ/s200/Kindle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My most recent read, Little Women was the first book I read on my fancy new Kindle. This magical book machine is my first plunge into reading books any way other than the old-fashioned way. I thought a review of the medium was called for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading on Kindle - I have a second generation Kindle, and it is easy to read with it. The text is easy to see, the pages are easy to navigate and on the rare occasion that I am unfamiliar with a word it has a built in dictionary. I didn't miss the tactile feel of a book or dog-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;earing&lt;/span&gt; the pages, but that may have been the novelty. One interesting dynamic was missing my usual feeling of superiority when reading in public. Nothing makes me feel like a scholar like holding an 800-page tome next to someone flipping through People. Not that I don't read People, I just like to feel smart when I'm reading a big book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying Literature with Kindle - I got Little Women for free. There is a rather large library of books that have been formatted for Kindle by volunteers and which are available for free. I've seen quite a few available for $0.99 as well. These don't have the fancy read-aloud feature and the format is a little squidgy sometimes, but for no money its nothing that can't be overcome. I've hesitated to spend more than $5 on Kindle books. I'm still getting over the whole concept of not having the book on the shelf. The actual technology is great though, I can browse on my Kindle (with free wireless access built in) and buy the book, which downloads in about a minute. Instant gratification feels good. Anything I buy automatically charges to the payment option I have set up on my Amazon account. Very convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindle vs. Book - Other than my perceived drop in status, Kindle has some obvious advantages. I went on a trip and carried 4 books into the airport which took up less space than one paperback. I can add notes without feeling like I'm destroying literature. Kindle fits in my purse, but if I'm not in the mood for my current read, I can browse magazines or blogs while I'm in line at the bank. Options, baby. On the other hand, if I buy a great book on Kindle, I can't really lend it to a friend. The whole migration of literature between me and my co-author will fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miscellany - I haven't found a way to buy a Kindle book for someone else on Amazon. What if I want to gift a book to someone? Or more likely, how do I put a book on my Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wishlist&lt;/span&gt; in Kindle format? Shopping for books is a little weird too - I'm used to judging books by their covers. No colors, no weight, just the blurb. It is hard to tell how long books are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict - I think I'm going to grow to cherish my Kindle, but we're still getting to know one another. If I can get over the vanity of carrying around large books and buying shiny covers, it should all work out fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3009577988988574222?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3009577988988574222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3009577988988574222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3009577988988574222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3009577988988574222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/technologies.html' title='Technologies'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/Swq_MsNljAI/AAAAAAAABpg/EltMccdAnUQ/s72-c/Kindle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8698063325257855548</id><published>2009-11-23T09:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louisa May Alcott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Little Women - Louisa May Alcott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwqsBJnKelI/AAAAAAAABpY/T0a5fux3xEE/s1600/Little+Women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407323438371732050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwqsBJnKelI/AAAAAAAABpY/T0a5fux3xEE/s200/Little+Women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby experiences nostalgia through literature. I don't remember what age I was when I read Little Women the first time, but the second reading gave me weird deja vu. I must have been pre-teen because the parts of the story that stuck with me then were parts that would barely register now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Women is the story of the March sisters, Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy. The story follows the girls for about 13 years - opening with all the girls in their teens and closing with the girls as adults, married and with children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The theme centers strongly around Christian values and especially the role of a woman in a good home. The story is set at the end of the Civil War and at the beginning the four March girls and their mother are running the household alone while their father contributes to the war effort. I think the book is forward-thinking in its way and in its time. The women are portrayed as strong, multi-dimensional, capable and diverse. Meg is mothering, Jo is the "boy" of the family, Beth the saintly homebody and Amy the ambitious, precocious artist. While Little Women certainly doesn't break down any walls with a feminist message, it does an excellent job of showing the depth, difficulties, and strength required of a woman in that traditional role. The women and men alike struggle with the mold they are expected to fit, and at times rebel and act against self-interest when they find that mold uncomfortable. The novel loses its revolutionary edge in the end where each character finds happiness in their own way in a very traditional life. Each girl reaching adulthood ends the book married to a respectable man and finds happiness and fulfillment in bearing children and being a good wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As an interesting point on growing up, I was very amused by the parts of the story that were the most familiar on the second read. I assume these were the bits that resonated the most strongly with younger me. In my days as a young reader, I was more into action, more sensationalist. At one point Amy falls through some ice on the river and nearly dies. This chapter I could have recited the plot at the opening. I think its been 15 years since I read this book, but I remembered exactly how this exciting scene played out. I also remembered the scene when Jo cuts off all of her hair and sells it, so I must have been vain in my youth. The book also deals with death, and reading the passages about the long illness of one character filled me again with dread and confusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I did not see on my first read were the really obvious messages. The book was clearly written for the betterment of young women, and Mrs. March speaks to the faults and triumphs of her four girls as a lesson to the reader. Any girl could identify with one or more of the sisters and take that girl's lessons as her own. From a strictly stylistic standpoint, the character development is the opposite of subtle. After a break in time Alcott often describes the changes in character in detail, up front and relays the reactions of other characters in equally plain language. As a tool to teach young girls it is probably really effective, but for an adult reader it sort of took away the mystery when we're reunited with a character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I can recommend this book to readers young and old, its a good story and well-written. If I were handing it to my own daughter, I'd probably include a disclaimer that the book is a period piece. While I do believe that happiness is found in the love of one's friends and family, the book only acknowledges one type of family - man, wife, chilluns. Not exactly the message I'd want to send my daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8698063325257855548?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8698063325257855548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8698063325257855548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8698063325257855548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8698063325257855548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-women-louisa-may-alcott.html' title='Little Women - Louisa May Alcott'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwqsBJnKelI/AAAAAAAABpY/T0a5fux3xEE/s72-c/Little+Women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7879073790091031429</id><published>2009-11-19T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.941-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanished Smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R.A. Scotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Vanished Smile - R.A. Scotti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwXKvdNq1MI/AAAAAAAABpQ/CDdnL4g9ZwY/s1600/Vanished+Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405949844372772034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwXKvdNq1MI/AAAAAAAABpQ/CDdnL4g9ZwY/s200/Vanished+Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another fabulous woman author. Vanished Smile is the story of the shocking theft of the Mona Lisa from the Louvre in 1911. The portrait was eventually returned, undamaged two years later. The self-proclaimed thief brought it to Italy, ostensibly to return her to her homeland. The motivation for the theft is still somewhat of a mystery as the thief was generally regarded to be too stupid to pull it off and had no motive whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is extremely readable, the characters are familiar and accessible and its hard not to let your imagination run wild. The story of the heist is somewhat of a Thomas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crowne&lt;/span&gt; affair, but the really interesting part is the motivation. After all, the Mona Lisa is the most recognizable painting in the world. Its value is essentially nothing, because it couldn't be sold on any recognized market. Scotti recounts a tale involving an expert forger, a charming con man and a few very stupid Americans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from profiling the various persons involved with the case-including the famous Inspector Clouseau, the guard on duty, the Louvre's head of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt; and the thief himself- Scotti writes a biography of Mona Lisa herself. From the contradicting theories about the model for the portrait to her journey to France, the various kings who loved her and neglected her, to the high-tech analysis she's received in the Information Age, the book treats the painting as a person with a long and fascinating history. She's a lover, that is for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The robbery exposed huge holes in the Louvre's security, which appears to have been nonexistent. In addition to instigating a huge overhaul of the Louvre, the incident caused real tension in Europe at a time when tension was already high. The French assumed the robbery was the work of the Italians and the Italians blamed the French for the loss of a national treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend this book and intend to read more of her work in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7879073790091031429?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7879073790091031429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7879073790091031429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7879073790091031429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7879073790091031429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/vanished-smile-ra-scotti.html' title='Vanished Smile - R.A. Scotti'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwXKvdNq1MI/AAAAAAAABpQ/CDdnL4g9ZwY/s72-c/Vanished+Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2657896850605565405</id><published>2009-11-19T15:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbott'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin in the Second City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Sin in the Second City - Karen Abbott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwW09KLmVMI/AAAAAAAABpI/6t8NAzV6vPw/s1600/Sin+in+the+Second+City.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405925890526172354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwW09KLmVMI/AAAAAAAABpI/6t8NAzV6vPw/s200/Sin+in+the+Second+City.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sin in the Second City: madams, ministers, playboys, and the battle for America's soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wordy title. This is another in my feminist experiment reading only books by women. The book is an accounting of the intersection of immigration, white slavery, politics, and the sex trades in Chicago between approximately 1895 and 1915. The book centers around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Everleigh&lt;/span&gt; sisters, two infamous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;madames&lt;/span&gt; with the most notorious brothel in the country, possibly in the world - The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everleigh&lt;/span&gt; Club. Other main characters include a zealous minister who for years held midnight services in front of the Club and the aldermen, mayors and prosecutors that served during the sisters' reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the book really interesting, the sisters are clearly modeled as heroines, early feminists defending sex workers. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Everleigh&lt;/span&gt; Club is pretty much the most luxurious brothel ever and fantastically profitable. Abbott clearly did an incredible amount of research, every detail is substantiated and conflicting accounts are often presented. There's also a surprising amount of dialog, taken from personal accounts, letters and news stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Club operated during and after a population boom in Chicago, following the World's Fair. Most of the new residents were immigrants and young women in search of work were coming into the city alone. Stories of white slavery started a moral uprising in England and preachers in the States saw to it that the U.S. followed suit. Eventually, this led to the formation of the FBI, stronger laws against pimps and prostitutes and against kidnappers and white slavers. It also shines a light on the racism, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;classism&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xenophobia&lt;/span&gt; of Americans at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the most fascinating dynamic for me (other than the sisters' ostentatious and largely fictional life stories) was the virgin/whore perspective of reformers and lawmakers. A woman snatched from the train depot was an innocent daughter in need of protection until she was raped and forced into prostitution at which point the young woman was seen as a corrupter and temptress. These women, too ashamed to return to their families after being raped (or gang raped) were arrested and prosecuted with the same zeal as their kidnappers. Although sex workers today are not held with equal social standing as teachers or accountants or plumbers, we've clearly come a long way in the last hundred years. Not far enough, but far enough to (mostly) know the difference between a victim and a criminal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all a great read for anyone interested in political corruption, vice, Chicago or stories of moral outrage. The style is narrative and the author does an excellent job showing her perspective without inserting herself into the story (I'm looking at you Ben &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mezrich&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2657896850605565405?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2657896850605565405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2657896850605565405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2657896850605565405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2657896850605565405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/sin-in-second-city-karen-abbott.html' title='Sin in the Second City - Karen Abbott'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SwW09KLmVMI/AAAAAAAABpI/6t8NAzV6vPw/s72-c/Sin+in+the+Second+City.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-276649301797045435</id><published>2009-11-13T00:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:56:29.237-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliet Naked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Hornby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SvztQEIgrwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NdlcAiQFMqY/s1600-h/juliet-naked-hornby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SvztQEIgrwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NdlcAiQFMqY/s320/juliet-naked-hornby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403454513180880642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Miranda&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished &lt;i&gt;Juliet, Naked&lt;/i&gt; last night, and at the time I was really disappointed. Now that I've had some time to let the last chapter sink into my brain, it's not as bad as I had originally thought. It's no About A Boy, but it's a good read and the emotionally stunted main characters and music themes are signature Hornby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plot is a little convoluted, but essentially it's about three people who, through a series of ridiculous yet not totally unbelievable circumstances, realize they have sleepwalked through the last 15+ years of their lives. The main characters are: Tucker Crowe, a singer-songwriter from the early '80s with only one notable record to his name (Juliet) who hasn't been seen or heard from since halfway through the Juliet tour. Duncan is one of only a dozen or so people left in the world who not only has heard of Tucker Crowe, but actually considers him a musical genius. And Annie, Duncan's long suffering girlfriend. And by "long suffering" I mean that they've been dating for 15 years and have very little in common aside from hating the small seaside town in which they live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day Duncan recieves a copy of the first new Tucker Crowe album in 20+ years, a demo version of Juliet dubbed "Juliet, Naked." He listens to it and writes an embarassingly glowing review on his TC fansite basically saying that Naked is like the greatest thing ever and definitely better than the original Juliet. Annie listens to it (actually, she listens to it first, which pisses Duncan off royally) and writes her own review basically saying that the accoustic demos are nice and all, but the original Juliet is superior because the finished, polished product is always better than the rough draft. Tucker Crowe sends Annie an email thanking her for being the only reasonable person on the fansite (apparently he reads his own fansite. I totally would, too). Hijinks ensue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my first complaints was the fact that Tucker's 6 year old son Jackson's dialog doesn't really read like an American 6yo speaking. I can't put my finger on which part is off, the American part or the 6yo part, but it's definitely not quite right. My other complaints are actually about the very last events in the book, and therefor obvious spoilers, so I'll just stop now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Juliet, Naked&lt;/i&gt; was a decent read from a great contemporary author. I recommend it, but not too strongly. Solid B.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up: &lt;i&gt;Under The Dome&lt;/i&gt; by Stephen King. I'm about 60 pages in and there's already been a lot of blood and gore and explosions. Basically, so far so good. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-276649301797045435?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/276649301797045435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=276649301797045435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/276649301797045435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/276649301797045435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/11/juliet-naked-by-nick-hornby.html' title='Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SvztQEIgrwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/NdlcAiQFMqY/s72-c/juliet-naked-hornby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6987135150773778505</id><published>2009-10-07T10:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:58:17.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wintergirls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Hornby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Books'/><title type='text'>What Miranda's Reading...</title><content type='html'>... But Not Finishing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found that working in the cataloging department at the library exposes me to hundreds of books that sound really good. Unfortunately, I don't have the time to read them all. I've started a few but I haven't finished many of them. Here are some of the books I've been kind of reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/b&gt; by Jodi Picoult. Now, I've never heard anyone accuse Jodi Picoult of being a great writer. But her M.O. is tackling controversial moral arguments in her stories, and they seem very interesting. &lt;i&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/i&gt; is about a little girl who was born to be a genetic match for her older sister who has leukemia. Eventually older sister (can't remember their names and can't be bothered to look them up. One was Anna...) needs a kidney transplant and younger sister decides it's high time she was given the rights to her own body. So she decides to sue her family. Now, I'm all about women and young women having the right to decide what medical procedures are done to their bodies.... but... I just can't get behind this book. Maybe it's because I'm older than the characters in the book so I have more perspective, or maybe it's that I'm the older sister so my situation isn't the same, but I can't imagine letting my sister die for selfish reasons. I didn't finish the book, so I don't actually know how it ends. Maybe I'll pick it up again someday, but for now there are other books I'd rather read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whiskey Sour&lt;/b&gt; by J.A. Konrath. There's actually nothing wrong with this book. My only complaint is that the FBI characters are cartoonishly dim. I get that there's a rivalry between the detectives and the FBI but there's a more subtle way to go about this. It was actually really interesting, like an extended episode of Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU. The main character is Jacqueline Daniels (which some people think is too twee, but since I actually have a cousin named Jacqueline Daniels, it seems perfectly plausible. And unlike the Jack in the book, my cousin Jackie was born with the name, she didn't marry into it) and she's kind of awesome. She's a great female character, not stereotypical at all (which is great considering J.A. Konrath is a man), tough and funny. Even though the book describes her as a redhead, in my brain I picture her as Mary from &lt;i&gt;In Plain Sight&lt;/i&gt;, only less annoying. So why did I stop reading it if I don't have any complaints? Well, it was taking me forever to read (I usually read just before bed, and the crimes are pretty gruesome), and I just got the next book on my list, and it takes precedent:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Juliet, Naked&lt;/b&gt; by Nick Hornby.  I'm only two chapters in, but it's pretty good so far. I've liked almost everything else I've read by Hornby (&lt;i&gt;A Long Way Down&lt;/i&gt; is another I started but never finished [possibly because I started reading in an airport and the title seemed inappropriate so I switched to another book I had with me) so I've got high hopes for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the last book I finished was &lt;b&gt;Wintergirls &lt;/b&gt;by Laurie Halse Anderson. It was &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;. I want to read more of Anderson's books to see if they're as good as this one was. Wintergirls is the story of 19-year-old Lia after the death of her best friend Cassie. The whole book is told from Lia's perspective, and it has a stream-of-consciousness to it that is very poetic. Lia suffers from anorexia, and the way she deals with food and those trying to get her to eat is really compelling. A friend of mine once said that she prefers books that are about people, not events, and that's what &lt;i&gt;Wintergirls &lt;/i&gt;is. There are very few "events" in the book, it's all about Lia and how she interprets the world around her. A wonderful book, pick it up in the Young Adult section of your local library/Barnes and Noble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6987135150773778505?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6987135150773778505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6987135150773778505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6987135150773778505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6987135150773778505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-mirandas-reading.html' title='What Miranda&apos;s Reading...'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7990284040046070038</id><published>2009-06-27T20:37:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Age of Innocence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Age of Innocence - Edith Wharton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/2237/43144121"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352181402796617378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SkbEoPck7qI/AAAAAAAABfI/q622iWW26U8/s320/Age+of+Innocence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This novel won the Pulitzer Prize in 1921, Wharton was the first woman to receive that honor. I've read another of her books, Ethan Frome and I decidedly preferred The Age of Innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our protagonist, Mr. Newland Archer, is a well-to-do young man in Old New York. He's a respected member of society, about to become engaged to a lovely, nice girl from one of the best families in the city and he values the old New York propriety and tradition. Of course, that all goes straight to hell right from the get-go. The night he and May announce their engagement, Newland falls in love with May's cousin the Countess Olenska who is recently estranged from her Polish husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wharton writes with one eye on the excruciating detail necessary to give the reader the true picture of the structured and suffocating New York society and the other on the complex characters who are each lovable in their conventional and unconventional strengths and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it interesting that the story is told from Newland's perspective, not that of his loyal and proper wife or his troubled love. Perhaps it is telling of the opportunities for philosophy and freedom that were the domain of men at that time. Anyway, despite his determination to buck convention and abandon the society that carefully raised him, Newland is after all a slave to propriety. He cannot even articulate his desires to anyone but the Countess, who remains largely an enigma in the story. Their meetings are infrequent, and though they are passionate and emotional the two are never physical. This is actually the one thing I recall from Ethan Frome, Frome is in love with someone other than his wife and the culminating act of betrayal in the novel is when the two hold either end of a handkerchief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book, and would recommend it. Wharton's tone conveys irony and disgust with the conventionalities of the society she was raised in and there is a subtle humor that is really enjoyable. Lastly, though the plot is far from complex, it kept me guessing and I found the ending to be quite a surprise. It was sad, part bittersweet part disappointment, but it doesn't pander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I'll move the film to the top of my Netflix queue and do a follow-up on the movie interpretation. The film was directed by Martin Scorsese and stars Daniel Day-Lewis, Michelle Pfeiffer and Winona Ryder. Generally I dislike the film version of books I enjoy, but the cast and Scorsese factor have me a bit excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7990284040046070038?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7990284040046070038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7990284040046070038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7990284040046070038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7990284040046070038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/06/age-of-innocence-edith-wharton.html' title='The Age of Innocence - Edith Wharton'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SkbEoPck7qI/AAAAAAAABfI/q622iWW26U8/s72-c/Age+of+Innocence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8731432279910532362</id><published>2009-06-15T21:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:28:53.492-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audio-Visual Aids'/><title type='text'>Defeated Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FdxFrRdASU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-FdxFrRdASU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that looks kind of terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to reread The Time Traveler's Wife just so I can remind myself that it's really a fantastic, painful, romantic, heartbreaking book. I knew it would be rough to transition this story to the screen, but this trailer looks like they've taken all the depth and darkness out of the book and just left in the love story. Which mostly defeats the purpose of the book. The book was terrifically dark, and the strength of the story was showing how these two people were able to able to pull joy from a life and love that was ultimately doomed. And I really really hate that they show her pregnant in the trailer. Either they just gave away a huge plot development, or they cut out the part about Clare's miscarriages. Which was possibly the biggest struggle of their marriage, and therefor the most rewarding when they finally get little Alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has my copy? It's not on my bookshelf. Bessman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8731432279910532362?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8731432279910532362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8731432279910532362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8731432279910532362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8731432279910532362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/06/hrm.html' title='Defeated Sigh'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4174526728225986077</id><published>2009-05-27T12:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.955-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egg and I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><title type='text'>The Egg and I - Betty MacDonald</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/Sh2ZjaToLoI/AAAAAAAABHI/vxuUKOVu6x4/s1600-h/Egg+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340593566767394434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/Sh2ZjaToLoI/AAAAAAAABHI/vxuUKOVu6x4/s320/Egg+and+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A beloved literary treasure for more than half a century, Betty MacDonald's The Egg and I is a heartwarming and uproarious account of adventure and survival on an American frontier. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betty MacDonald's autobiographical novel does a few quick pages on childhood and launches headlong into a painstaking account of her first few years of marriage on a chicken ranch in Washington state. MacDonald fills the stories with humor, self-deprecating humor, panic, loneliness, achievement and some more humor. I laughed constantly through this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also learned a bit. Apparently early 1900's farm life is centered heavily around growing, preserving and eating your own food. MacDonald revels in the fare available and discusses in excruciating detail nearly every aspect of the planting, tending, harvesting, preserving and preparing fruits and veggies, and the birthing, raising, butchering, preserving and preparing meat. And that's before she even gets into the chickens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I highly recommend this book, its a quick read from a very clever female writer with an early feminist voice. Oh, and did I mention that the old Ma &amp;amp; Pa Kettle movies are based on MacDonald's neighbors in this book? Yep, they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4174526728225986077?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4174526728225986077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4174526728225986077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4174526728225986077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4174526728225986077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/05/egg-and-i-betty-macdonald.html' title='The Egg and I - Betty MacDonald'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/Sh2ZjaToLoI/AAAAAAAABHI/vxuUKOVu6x4/s72-c/Egg+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5658281764651406655</id><published>2009-05-22T16:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:46:32.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Keeper'/><title type='text'>The Keeper by Sarah Langan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/ShcJu9mkHsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/skWHDSlM_18/s1600-h/the+keeper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/ShcJu9mkHsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/skWHDSlM_18/s200/the+keeper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746585685958338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/span&gt; is a pretty good horror novel. Sure the story's been done before (unspeakable evil destroys small Maine town), but Sarah Langan is a very talented writer. I actually started losing my shit when I thought bad things were about to happen to my favorite character (bad things did happen, but not what I thought). The characters and relationships are all handled very well, even the tertiary characters. Langan manages to bring depth to characters who only get maybe a few paragraphs. It's impressive, really, that by the end you feel like you know the people in Bedford, you're familiar with the different families. It's great because when you care so much about so many characters, it makes it really difficult to predict who is going to be killed off. In lesser novels you may only be really introduced to a few characters, and it's usually pretty easy to pick out which ones are being set up to die. Not so in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story is actually pretty complicated to spell out here, but if you're interested AlabamaPink (RIP) did a &lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/book_reviews/the-keeper-by-sarah-langan.php"&gt;wonderful review&lt;/a&gt; over at Pajiba. The Basics: Susan Marley, once a pretty, normal girl, has withered away, both physically and mentally. She wanders the town daily (and through the dreams of the townfolk), never speaking. People say she's a witch. Her former lover, Paul Martin, failed-husband, high school teacher, and town drunk, tries to help Susan and unwittingly sets in motion events that lead to horrifying evil being released upon Bedford. Susan's sister, Liz, is the protagonist of the story, but it's hard to say if she's the main character. Liz and her boyfriend Bobby (the son of Bedford's only doctor) have dreams of moving out of Bedford and never returning, but Susan has other plans for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really there are so many secondary and tertiary characters that it's impossible to even begin to list. And I can't tell my favorite parts of the story without giving away some of the plot. It's not the best horror novel I've read (that title still belongs to King's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Salem's Lot&lt;/span&gt;) but it's definitely worth a read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5658281764651406655?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5658281764651406655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5658281764651406655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5658281764651406655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5658281764651406655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/05/keeper-by-sarah-langan.html' title='The Keeper by Sarah Langan'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/ShcJu9mkHsI/AAAAAAAAAVs/skWHDSlM_18/s72-c/the+keeper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8821812320715891556</id><published>2009-05-03T15:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.962-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Spook - Review 2</title><content type='html'>Miranda&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/10/spook-by-mary-roach.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;last year. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her synopsis is good. I really enjoyed this book, it took me less than a week to read, although it was a week in which I spent a good amount of time in airports. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found Roach funny and refreshing. As an engineer (with a scientifically inquiring mind) I question somewhat her devotion to science. She skips over a lot of conversation with scientists with the excuse that its scientific jibberish (which it likely is to anyone without a graduate degree in physics or chemistry or neurobiology) but it does sort of hurt her scientific credibility. I would have enjoyed a little more science, but I'm probably a minority. Its a perfect science book for non-scientists. Its really a read for optimistic skeptics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The facts and fictions are surprising and amusing and they made me want to subscribe to the American Journal of Paranormal Sciences. That seems to be a longstanding page-turner with some stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I recommend this book to anyone with an interest in the afterlife, in the bizarre corners of science, or in the history of humans search for the meaning of life. Really anyone could enjoy this book, and I fully intend to read Roach's other works as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8821812320715891556?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8821812320715891556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8821812320715891556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8821812320715891556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8821812320715891556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/05/spook-review-2.html' title='Spook - Review 2'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-352269266839916575</id><published>2009-05-03T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T10:05:59.967-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Azalea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anchee Min'/><title type='text'>Red Azalea - Anchee Min</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1400096987.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 216px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1400096987.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A while ago I read &lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/17784"&gt;Becoming Madame Mao&lt;/a&gt; by Min, which was a semi-fictional accounting of the life of Madame Mao. This is the nonfictional accounting of the life of Anchee Min during roughly the same time period. She grew up during the cultural revolution in China and her recounting of the time is really moving.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Min tells of her sort of typical childhood in Shanghai through a painfully personal lens. Unlike some biographies that are dryly factual trying not to over-value their own experiences or others that seem written to make the writer the victim, to justify their actions, Min tells her story with emotions bared, not qualifying or trying to make sense of the events. Perhaps the strange circumstances of time and place make it feel like a period piece. For me as a reader, it can only be a deeply personal account because I have no alternative telling against which to compare it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Min's life is in fact atypical for a young woman of the cultural revolution. She spends years working on a communist 'model farm' as do thousands of youths, but is later brought back to the city to act in a film version of a new opera by Madame Mao. Instead of fame and status she's rebuffed and falls into a low position but befriends a man with a high position under Madame Mao and learns the true nature of Communist China's government.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Min begins as an enthusiastic communist, full of energy to dedicate to fulfilling all the propaganda promise of the new China, but as she rises she is pushed back by the ambition and pettiness of those around her. Her patriotic zest is further destroyed by love and friendship for which she forsakes her communist ideals and becomes a more complete person longing for acceptance and loyalty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The love story between Min and her friend Yan is particularly powerful, not just taboo as a relationship between two women, but creating a personal loyalty unacceptable on the farm. Later Min must suffer the relationship between Yan and a new boyfriend which nearly destroys Min and (I think) colors all of her self-destructive actions thereafter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is well-written and paints a really fascinating picture of a time and place that is difficult to know. Min is a natural protagonist and you feel for her throughout her struggle, even when you disagree with her actions. It is difficult to imagine being as friendless and alone as she is and still soldiering on. I highly recommend this book, I found it better than &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Becoming Madame Mao&lt;/span&gt; (particularly the style, which I found distracting in Becoming). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yes. I love some books about China. It's my thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-352269266839916575?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/352269266839916575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=352269266839916575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/352269266839916575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/352269266839916575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/05/red-azalea-anchee-min.html' title='Red Azalea - Anchee Min'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3280518710826634615</id><published>2009-04-27T23:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:30:02.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='He&apos;s a Stud She&apos;s a Slut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>He's a Stud, She's a Slut by Jessica Valenti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfZybkZwdaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TrUofywc3WM/s1600-h/hes+a+stud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfZybkZwdaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TrUofywc3WM/s200/hes+a+stud.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329573026993304994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Miranda&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had originally intended to do a real review of this book, including references to specific passages, but Abby was in town this week and I handed the book off to her, so this is going to be yet another lame review from me. Today's subject: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's a Stud, She's a Slut and 49 Other Double Standards Every Woman Should Know &lt;/span&gt;by feministing.com founder Jessica Valenti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parts of this book were wonderful. Unfortunately, while the 50 double standards makes for an interesting title, it hurts the book. Each chapter is only about 2 pages long, which is another problem. Many of the subjects in deserved to be delved into deeper than is possible in two pages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even with the short chapters, it sometimes felt like Valenti was stretching to make her topics fit the 50 double standards. Many of them are very similar, and especially as I was reaching at the end it seemed like she was repeating herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite its flaws, it's a good book. The information in the book is very important and interesting, and Valenti is a good writer, as she's demonstrated on feministing.com. And the length of the chapters is nicely bite-size, so even if you only have a few minutes to read, you can polish off a whole chapter. I'm hoping to check out some of Valenti's other books in the future, and hopefully they'll be just as good/better than this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3280518710826634615?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3280518710826634615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3280518710826634615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3280518710826634615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3280518710826634615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-stud-shes-slut-by-jessica-valenti.html' title='He&apos;s a Stud, She&apos;s a Slut by Jessica Valenti'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfZybkZwdaI/AAAAAAAAAVE/TrUofywc3WM/s72-c/hes+a+stud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-9187197192559414221</id><published>2009-03-26T19:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:05:30.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stori Telling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>Stori Telling by Tori Spelling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/ScwSTF3dofI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DyTEjvDSYbo/s1600-h/stori-teling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/ScwSTF3dofI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DyTEjvDSYbo/s200/stori-teling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317645379219333618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Miranda&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why, yes. I do choose classy books. I'm suffering from a pretty terrible head cold right now, so I'll keep it short and simple. First of all, I love the title. I'm a sucker for a good pun. My feelings about Tori Spelling, author, are pretty much the same as my feelings about Tori Spelling, actress. She's servicable, charming, funny, and talented enough to get by. She has a reputation as a terrible actress that she doesn't totally deserve (she was in no way the worst actor to appear on 90210, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trust &lt;/span&gt;me). She aslo has a reputation as a spoiled little rich girl, which she also doesn't totally deserve. Every single person on the planet wants to be "normal," and Tori explains that she really would have liked to have a normal childhood. But you can't complain about growing up wealthy... it's seen as society's ideal and nobody is going to give her sympathy. Tori recognizes that, and I can understand somewhat the position she's in. It's like... nobody wants to hear about the 24-year-old who can't find clothes in her size in grown-up styles because she's too thin. Nobody feels sory for you, but it doesn't make you feel any better about your situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall I think the book is an easy breezy read for anyone who is a fan of 90210 or made-for-tv movies (Tori's bread-and-butter). I think it's a little scattered, she probably could have had two books, one with behind-the-scenes gossip and another with her family drama (you will love your mother so much after reading about Candy Spelling). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-9187197192559414221?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/9187197192559414221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=9187197192559414221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/9187197192559414221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/9187197192559414221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/stori-telling-by-tori-spelling.html' title='Stori Telling by Tori Spelling.'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/ScwSTF3dofI/AAAAAAAAAUc/DyTEjvDSYbo/s72-c/stori-teling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7754024770618531470</id><published>2009-03-17T21:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:10:05.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inga Muscio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feminism'/><title type='text'>Cunt by Inga Muscio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1580050751.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 185px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/1580050751.01._SX140_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cunt: a declaration of independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randa warned that our language rating would bump up to "R" if I wrote about this book. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I found this little gem in the "Women's Studies" section of my local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble. I read it in less than 24 hrs (with an 8hr nap halfway through). I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cunt &lt;/span&gt;is a sort of manifesto from Muscio on the meaning of being a woman and how to be a woman and a feminist and how those things depend on learning to love oneself--every little bit, even the ones with naughty sounding names. It's written in three sections, as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word&lt;br /&gt;A short prelude discussing the history of the word "cunt". It wasn't always one of the words you can't say on television. It used to be a positive word. It still ought. Its time to take it back. Own it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Anatomical Jewel&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ever wanted to know about your anatomy. And some things you may not have wanted to know. And some things you didn't even know you could know. This section is the bulk of the book, it covers everything from the biology to the politics to spirituality, then moves on to the sociology of western men and women, the perception of sexually active women and the culture of rape in the US and the west.  All quite smoothly and brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;How to reclaim women's rightful place in the world. Not Hillary at the top of the food chain, not legislated equal rights, but truly equal representation, equal respect. Everywhere. Period. And ways to be a vigilante about it and against violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the book Muscio threads some of her own story, her experiences and her family's, as well as including a lot of work from other writers. The whole book is really inspiring, moving. At one point I actually burst into tears, I sobbed for probably 5 minutes. Just as the title says, it feels like independence, freedom. Now as the glow wears off, I'm not sure I'm ready to jump into all the suggestions headfirst, but I want to try a bit. One thing Muscio suggests is spending a year in woman-world, abstaining from all media, art and literature produced by men. This would essentially mean shutting off the tv, skipping the movies, reading the news exclusively on women-run websites and reading only books and magazines by female authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to go that far (lets face it, I'm already invested in Heroes) but I think I am going to dedicate myself to female literature for the rest of the year. I'm counting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cunt &lt;/span&gt;as number one and I purchased &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spin Sisters&lt;/span&gt; by Myrna Blyth. I'll have to shelf about 6 books I recently purchased by male authors, but they'll be just as readible in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly recommend this book to all women and men as well. If only as an eye-opener its a compelling read and a book that makes you think. After blowing through this in less than a day, I'm already considering re-reading it because there was so much to take in that I don't want to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7754024770618531470?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7754024770618531470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7754024770618531470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7754024770618531470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7754024770618531470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/cunt-by-inga-muscio.html' title='Cunt by Inga Muscio'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2781710723541578230</id><published>2009-03-13T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:38:34.804-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rum Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Rum Diary - Pt 2</title><content type='html'>I finished this. I missed my big 100th post opportunity. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so review. I enjoyed this book. In the end there was no more solid plot than the beginning. It truly was like a Diary. Just a record of events, without rhyme or reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like other Thomson, the protagonist is self-destructive, big on substance use. The situations are outrageous, the only woman in the story is treated horribly and has some serious issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting look at the media as well, the behavior of the reporters is less-than-professional. It makes you wonder who throws together the things you read. And who chooses the stories. And how it all gets paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend The Rum Diary for lunch hour reading. It isn't heavy or long. It isn't exactly light-hearted or particularly funny, but it was a nice distraction from life. A quick transport to another place and time is always nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2781710723541578230?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2781710723541578230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2781710723541578230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2781710723541578230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2781710723541578230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/rum-diary-pt-2.html' title='The Rum Diary - Pt 2'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-948052099176393842</id><published>2009-03-13T20:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:59:20.393-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Omens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><title type='text'>Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SbsBYHEojuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/q6vUJVFQIsI/s1600-h/good%2Bomens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SbsBYHEojuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/q6vUJVFQIsI/s200/good%2Bomens.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312841699140603618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to UBC's 100th post. Half of which are probably posts about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atonement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Good Omens&lt;/span&gt;, which was one of the books I got for Christmas. It was very good, and funny. However, I think I would have enjoyed it more had I just read straight through, instead of stopping and starting the way I did. I mean, there is no reason it should take me 2+ months to finish a 400 page book. I'm a little embarrased, but there were all these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SVU &lt;/span&gt;marathons that required my attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the gist of the book is that Armaggedon is upon us, but things aren't exactly going to plan. You see, eleven years ago there was a slight mix-up at a hospital, and the anti-christ was given to the wrong family. Oopsies! The cast of characters in the book is pretty vast, so I'll just mention that my favorite part of the book was the Horsemen of the Apocalypse. War is a fiery redhead (with red eyes to match) who supplies weapons wherever they're needed; Famine sells "diets" to celebutards; Pollution (who took over when Pestilence retired) spends his time in oil-tankers and chemical plants; Death... well, Death doesn't do much except talk in all-caps and dominate trivia games. And they don't ride horses, they ride motorcycles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Omens&lt;/span&gt; made Pajiba's list of the &lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/guides/the-generations-best-books.php"&gt;Generation's Best Books&lt;/a&gt;, coming in at #4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up next: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stori Telling&lt;/span&gt; by Tori Spelling. For reals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-948052099176393842?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/948052099176393842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=948052099176393842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/948052099176393842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/948052099176393842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-omens-by-neil-gaiman-and-terry.html' title='Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SbsBYHEojuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/q6vUJVFQIsI/s72-c/good%2Bomens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7620516381757012323</id><published>2009-02-25T20:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:38:34.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Rum Diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>The Rum Diary - Thompson</title><content type='html'>I started this book over the weekend, I'm nearly half-way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter S. Thompson wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas &lt;/span&gt;(which I've read, seen the movie a dozen times--its an excellent representation). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rum Diary&lt;/span&gt; is sort of similar in tone, though slower in pace. Fear and Loathing sort of lurches aimlessly through the drunken, drug-addled haze of nonsense. The Rum Diaries is more of a drunken meandering about Puerto Rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both books have an interesting lack of plot. This one seems more focused on the situation of the other characters in the same bizarre environment as opposed to the influence of the environment on the anti-heroes of Fear and Loathing. Both are filled with purposefully purposeless nomads seeking some sort of elusive fulfillment. Happiness is certainly beyond them, but a vague peace may be attainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Thompson, I'll let you know how it all finishes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7620516381757012323?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7620516381757012323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7620516381757012323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7620516381757012323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7620516381757012323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/rum-diaries-thompson.html' title='The Rum Diary - Thompson'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-92512673015718152</id><published>2009-02-22T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:39:09.398-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Stories'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Monkey House - Vonnegut</title><content type='html'>I just finished this short story collection. It was great. Some random stuff some really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the Monkey House" was fantastic. I've passed this book on already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Hunter S. Thompson's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the rum diary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-92512673015718152?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/92512673015718152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=92512673015718152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/92512673015718152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/92512673015718152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/welcome-to-monkey-house-vonnegut.html' title='Welcome to the Monkey House - Vonnegut'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-479255940976843084</id><published>2009-02-04T23:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T23:40:33.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice and Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SYpsm8FAsGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0F9V602WgWc/s1600-h/jane-austen-zombies-190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SYpsm8FAsGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0F9V602WgWc/s320/jane-austen-zombies-190.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299167327772782690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the NY Times &lt;a href="http://papercuts.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/02/jane-austen-ate-my-brain/"&gt;Paper Cuts&lt;/a&gt; blog: "Like a DVD loaded with extras, the book includes the original text of the Regency classic juiced up with 'all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie mayhem.'"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aparently the opening line is "It's a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possesion of brains must be in want of more brains."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm still not sure how I feel about this new "reworking" of the classic book. Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-479255940976843084?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/479255940976843084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=479255940976843084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/479255940976843084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/479255940976843084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/02/pride-and-prejudice-and-zombies.html' title='Pride and Prejudice and Zombies'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SYpsm8FAsGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0F9V602WgWc/s72-c/jane-austen-zombies-190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1736998321006629443</id><published>2009-01-09T23:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T23:22:09.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Trash</title><content type='html'>I know we here are really bad at challenges, but I had to come here and post this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SWgh5J78W9I/AAAAAAAAATI/eu96o-dC6uw/s320/vcandrewsJPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289515028150246354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flowers in the Attic&lt;/span&gt; and two of the sequels back in the day, and they are some of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;trashy novels ever. This totally makes me want to reread &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flowers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go here for more info: &lt;a href="http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2009/01/vc-andrews-movement-reading-challenge.html"&gt;http://reviewerx.blogspot.com/2009/01/vc-andrews-movement-reading-challenge.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1736998321006629443?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1736998321006629443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1736998321006629443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1736998321006629443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1736998321006629443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-trash.html' title='Good Trash'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SWgh5J78W9I/AAAAAAAAATI/eu96o-dC6uw/s72-c/vcandrewsJPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4387490796709253866</id><published>2008-12-29T11:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:27:23.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Books'/><title type='text'>Currently Reading</title><content type='html'>I don't have a new review to post, because I haven't finished a book in the last month. Longer than that, probably. I got this new social life thing and it's really cutting into my reading time. But, here is a summary of what I have been reading, but not finishing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow Falling on Cedars&lt;/span&gt;. I'm pretty sure I mentioned this before. I think I'm just going to take it back to the library, I'm not going to finish it right now. I'll get it again someday, but I'm too distracted by Jane Austen and the 3 awesome books I got for Christmas.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Northanger Abbey&lt;/span&gt;. My first Austen, and I'm loving it. I started reading it last week when our power was out (couldn't find &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cedars &lt;/span&gt;in the dark) and I was really enjoying it. But then Christmas rolled around and now I'm distracted by...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Omens&lt;/span&gt;. So far, very good. The story is, basically: What if, in The Omen, Damien was accidentally given to the wrong family? Hijinks ensue. I also have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Keeper&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt; lined up (this is actually the first year I've recieved books off my amazon wishlist... we should keep this up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there. You have a taste of what's to come. Please Please Please, somebody else post about what they've been reading. I feel like I'm talking to myself up in herr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4387490796709253866?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4387490796709253866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4387490796709253866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4387490796709253866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4387490796709253866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/12/currently-reading.html' title='Currently Reading'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7346820694903087488</id><published>2008-11-20T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:24:31.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody has to post...</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since anyone has posted, as I'm sure you've noticed. I'm currently reading &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow Falling on Cedars&lt;/span&gt;, but I've misplaced it which sucks because a) it's a library book, b) I'm going on a road trip this weekend, so I'll have lots of reading time, and c) it's really good!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, while we all work on reading whatever it is we're reading, here's a fun Seriously Random List from Pajiba!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/the-five-most-obnoxious-literary-fads.htm"&gt;The Five Most Obnoxious Literary Fads&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My personal favorite literary fad isn't listed (I mean, of course not, I'm not obnoxious!), but it is mentioned in the comments: The Babysitter's Club. In the comments there is a lot of discussion about which BSC character you were, and I'm trying to remember which character I was like. I'm pretty sure I was a Mary Ann (because she was shy) and Jessie (because she was a dancer). I wanted to be Claudia because she was all artsy and had her own phone. So, which Babysitter were you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7346820694903087488?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7346820694903087488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7346820694903087488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7346820694903087488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7346820694903087488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/11/somebody-has-to-post.html' title='Somebody has to post...'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8392354750049540505</id><published>2008-10-13T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:09:41.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Have Always Lived in the Castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>We Have Always Lived in the Castle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SPQJxb-VYJI/AAAAAAAAARg/DzOTKekIdp4/s1600-h/we+have+always.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256837409975656594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SPQJxb-VYJI/AAAAAAAAARg/DzOTKekIdp4/s200/we+have+always.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SPQJstkXOFI/AAAAAAAAARY/8rTbBWS33D0/s1600-h/we+have+always.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Miranda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite a perfectly creepy title, Shirley Jackson's &lt;em&gt;We Have Always Lived in the Castle&lt;/em&gt; isn't really very creepy. The book follows the three surviving members of the Blackwood family, all of whom are varying levels of crazy. Uncle Julian is the eldest surviving Blackwood, he spends most of his days trying to remember every last detail from the day the rest of the Blackwoods died (arsenic in the sugar bowl). Weakened from the poison, he is confined to a wheelchair and is often confused. Sometimes he thinks Constance is his late wife, Dorothy, and sometimes he thinks Merricat is dead. Constance is a very quiet girl who never goes too far away from the house (never past her gardens). Since she didn't have any of the sugar, she was accused of killing her family members, but was later aquitted at trial. She avoids leaving Blackwood Estate because she knows the town still thinks she's guilty. Merricat (Mary Katherine) is the narrator, and is the youngest Blackwood, 18, and she is the only member of her family that goes into town. People in the town stare and whisper, and young boys tease. Merricat is clearly a little crazy, and seems to not have matured passed the age of 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is subtle, a lot happens but it's not really a plot driven book. It's really mostly a character study of these three people, the lives they lead after a terrible tragedy. It's not really a mystery, it's fairly obvious who the murderer was, but it's a decent read. And, at 214 pages, it's a nice quick read. But, if you want to read something by Shirley Jackson, I recommend &lt;em&gt;The Haunting of Hill House&lt;/em&gt;, a much better and creepier book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8392354750049540505?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8392354750049540505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8392354750049540505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8392354750049540505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8392354750049540505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-have-always-lived-in-castle.html' title='We Have Always Lived in the Castle'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SPQJxb-VYJI/AAAAAAAAARg/DzOTKekIdp4/s72-c/we+have+always.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6517055610678765443</id><published>2008-10-04T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T11:09:31.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Spook by Mary Roach</title><content type='html'>-- Miranda --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I really should be reading the Non-Required book. But I get the feeling I'm not the only one not sticking to the schedule, so I don't really feel all that bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm just going to do a quick write-up here. Abby, this is the book I meant to leave with you, but that I left in the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spook: Science tackles the Afterlife&lt;/em&gt; is about author Mary Roach's quest to find scientific evidence that the afterlife exists. The most important thing to understand is this: She's not looking to debunk anything, she's trying to &lt;em&gt;prove&lt;/em&gt; there is an afterlife. See, she really wants to believe, but she's burdened with a scientist's mind. Faith isn't enough, she wants &lt;em&gt;proof&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's travels take her all over the world. She looks at claims of reincarnation in India and a school for mediums in England. Most of it is very interesting, although the middle section lagged a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really the best part of the book is Mary's sense of humor. I bought this book for a quarter while out garage sale shopping with my mother and grandmother, and I was reading it in the car when I came across this passage on page 17: "He agreed to tell me the story, but he would not reveal his name. 'I'm better as your Deep Throat,' he said, forever linking in my head the U.S. Conference of Catholic Bishops with porn movies, a link they really and truly don't need." I literally laughed out loud, and then felt really uncomfortable when my grandmother asked me what was so funny. The book is filled with very witty quips and brilliant footnotes. Yes, I'm praising the book's footnotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very good book, but the feedback I've read online gives me the impression that it's the weakest of Roach's three books (&lt;em&gt;Stiff&lt;/em&gt;, about cadavers and &lt;em&gt;Bonk&lt;/em&gt;, about sex). I'm actually glad that I started with &lt;em&gt;Spook&lt;/em&gt;, because if what I've read is right, it's only going to get better from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6517055610678765443?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6517055610678765443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6517055610678765443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6517055610678765443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6517055610678765443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/10/spook-by-mary-roach.html' title='Spook by Mary Roach'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7298147263828364460</id><published>2008-09-08T19:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T19:11:43.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>Selling the General - Jennifer Egan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Abby --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really enjoyed this story. A down-on-her-luck publicist is hired by a mass murdering dictator to improve his international image. She ends up in the jungle with her precotious 9-year-old daughter and a washed up actress where things go horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back story on the publicist involves a very tragic party where dozens of A-list celebs were horribly burnt with hot oil. The eye-opening moment for me is when the actress reveals that she (and many others) later burnt themselves to try to emulate the status the burns symbolized. This is horrifying, but really believable. I can easily imagine some sort of terrible accident at an Oscar party and Kathy Griffin and all the girls on E! cutting themselves and claiming they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, though the actress is very nearly killed, and the publicist wrought with guilt, a few photos leaked to the press are enough to get the paparazzi swarming the jungle and the campaign ends up working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now decided that a few photos of Osama Bin Laden snuggling Lindsay Lohan would be enough for the tabloids to root him out. Why send the military when you can send some journalists with questionable ethics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story is pretty well-written, the interaction between the mother and daughter is sort of heartbreaking and cute at the same time. The flashbacks are well-placed to develop the characters and explain their motives. Finally, as with anything that rings true, every person in the story is motivated entirely by some combination of greed and ego. I love that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7298147263828364460?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7298147263828364460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7298147263828364460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7298147263828364460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7298147263828364460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/09/selling-general-jennifer-egan.html' title='Selling the General - Jennifer Egan'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2798861107239803436</id><published>2008-08-30T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:05:25.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>What’s Your Dangerous Idea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;--Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love ideas being characterized as dangerous. It’s interesting to see how different scientists approach this rather broad question. I’d love to see in the comments some of the dangerous ideas the UBC can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;We Have No Souls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think about while reading was that even if it were proven that humans have no souls, most of us would just keep going on with our lives as is. I don’t think there’d be massive numbers of people throwing their religion, morality and basic sense of self down the tubes because of this idea. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Evolution of Evil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea is hard to write/think about because I think he hits strikingly close to truth. I especially sat up when I read, “The danger comes from people who refuse to recognize that there are dark sides of human nature that cannot be wished away by attributing them to the modern ills of culture, poverty, pathology or exposure to media violence” (pp 111). &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;More Anonymity is Good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flat out don’t think this is a dangerous idea. I think the author makes a wrong assumption: either you’re anonymous or you’re not. I don’t think this is the case. In many realms, many people prefer to be anonymous (ie: posting on websites, dark bars, etc) and in others they don’t (ie: work, school, relationships, etc). It’s not an all-or-nothing game. There are costs and benefits to being anonymous that we all have to personally weigh. The thing about anonymity is that it’s like your virginity; once it’s gone, it’s gone for good. So, maybe we should protect our anonymity a little more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Science will Never Silence God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Ironically, the more dangerous idea is that scientists will prove there is a god. This guy’s “dangerous idea,” is that we’ll maintain the status quo. I don’t know how dangerous that is. However, imagine the big pile of dog poop a lot of us would be in if we proved there is a god…                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Near-Term Inevitability of Radical Life Extension and Expansion&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this to be very &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Malthus"&gt;Malthian&lt;/a&gt;. I don’t worry about things like one type of technology advancing “too far.” &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Where Goods Cross Frontiers, Armies Won’t&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny that this idea is the opposite of dangerous… unless you’re a government official.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;The Idea that Ideas Can be Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I liked this because I think the marketplace for ideas is powerful enough to take care of the dumb ideas...eventually. In the interim, ideas can be dangerous on a personal scale. Think about all the humans who have been persecuted because of ideas. From the extreme example of The Holocaust to the mundane example of blonds being stupid, ideas can be very dangerous because they turn into beliefs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2798861107239803436?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2798861107239803436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2798861107239803436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2798861107239803436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2798861107239803436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-your-dangerous-idea.html' title='What’s Your Dangerous Idea?'/><author><name>ann</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5044541658973666395</id><published>2008-08-29T20:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:34:00.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridge to Terabithia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children&apos;s Lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Bridge to Terabithia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SLijDxEVs7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DrDdEL-AGOo/s1600-h/bridge-to-terabithia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240117451552043954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SLijDxEVs7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DrDdEL-AGOo/s200/bridge-to-terabithia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- By Miranda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me start by explaining precisely why I was reading &lt;em&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/em&gt; when I could have been reading something a) that was written for someone my own age and b) that I haven't already read. First I'll tackle the second point, because that's how I roll. I can't remember when I first read &lt;em&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/em&gt;, but I would say guessing I was about 8 wouldn't be that far off. So it's easily been fifteen years since I read the book, and while I remembered the major plot points, there really wasn't a whole lot I remembered about the book itself. So the fact that I've already read it is, as Joey Tribiani would say, a moo point. As for the first point: when I got home from work yesterday at 5 I had been awake for 14 hours, running on only 3.5 hours of sleep. I was tired, but I knew it was too late in the day to take a nap and stay on an appropriate sleep schedule. So I decided to grab a book off my shelf that I wanted to read and would hold my interest but wouldn't be terribly involved reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be discussing some spoilers in the next paragraphs, in Orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I remembered from the first time I read the book that the ending was sad, but I don't remember crying as hard as I did rereading the book last night. Maybe I was an emotionally stunted 8 year old, or maybe my femotions (that's a combination of "female" and "emotions" if you're unfamiliar with the term) were conspiring against me, but I cried harder last night than I have ever cried at the end of a book. I may have been more sobby than I was the first time I watched &lt;em&gt;My Dog Skip&lt;/em&gt;, which is really saying something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One thing I know I didn't pick up on the first time I read it is how well-written it is. It's targeted at children, but aside from the length (it's only 128 pages, with fairly large print) and the fact that the main characters are 10 years old, there's really nothing childlike about it. The book deals with family, friendship, fears, and death in a way that doesn't talk down to the intended young audience. Reading it now and knowing how it would end, I was able to pick up on the foreshadowing in the earlier chapters: Leslie's essay on scuba diving as her favorite hobby and Jess's fear of water all become significant when Leslie drowns in the creek on her way to Terabithia, the make-believe kingdom where Leslie and Jess are Queen and King. Jess's reaction to his only friend's death is the most heartbreaking thing I have ever read. His anger, confusion, and mourning all feel completely genuine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've seen this book on lists of the most frequently banned books, and I can't even begin to fathom why. Because it deals with difficult situations honestly? To paraphrase my friend Katie, is it so wrong to expose children to the bad things that happen in the world? &lt;em&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/em&gt; is a fantastic book that doesn't talk down to the children but also won't fly over their heads. I hesitate to use the phrase, but it's a damn-near perfect book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5044541658973666395?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5044541658973666395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5044541658973666395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5044541658973666395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5044541658973666395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/bridge-to-terabithia.html' title='Bridge to Terabithia'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SLijDxEVs7I/AAAAAAAAAMA/DrDdEL-AGOo/s72-c/bridge-to-terabithia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1306408428949989946</id><published>2008-08-25T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:15:07.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>Ghost Children - D. Winston Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - Abby - -&lt;/div&gt;This is a story sort of centered around black anger in the personal experience of one young man. I can't say that as an upper-middle class white girl I really relate to it, but its an interesting read. While disturbed a little by the content, the unfamiliar emotions, the writing is good and the story is circumspective and revealing. It definitely shows violence as an outcome of societal conditions (forget blaming it on video games and action flicks). I think it also shows growth, the ability of people, one-by-one, to mature past that stage in life, and perhaps eventually an entire generation can get past it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually reminded me of an interesting article I read recently about the relevance of Jesse Jackson in a Barack Obama world. Basically, its hard to buy Jackson's angry "the man will always try to keep a brother down" rap when The Man is, in fact, a brother. If I can find the article again I will link it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1306408428949989946?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1306408428949989946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1306408428949989946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1306408428949989946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1306408428949989946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/ghost-children-d-winston-brown.html' title='Ghost Children - D. Winston Brown'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2952639433251437166</id><published>2008-08-25T12:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:03:56.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>American - Joshua Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - Abby - - &lt;/div&gt;This is a 1st-hand account of a few hours of the chaos as Katrina approached and New Orleans was flooded. I haven't read many Katrina accounts, but I found it jarring. How easily a societal structure can be swept away, how quickly we turn to violence. The story was well-written, I found it very tactile, the darkness, the filth were all very present in the reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my one complaint (with either the story or the book) is the lack of background. I don't know if this is an excerpt from a longer accounting (no details given) or not, but the characters were really undeveloped. I like to get to know people a little better. If it is an excerpt, I'd have wanted a paragraph of intro, if not, the author could've thrown in a sentence or two to explain at least the relationships between the members of the group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2952639433251437166?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2952639433251437166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2952639433251437166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2952639433251437166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2952639433251437166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/american-joshua-clark.html' title='American - Joshua Clark'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4962520254944372731</id><published>2008-08-25T12:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:57:34.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>Rock the Junta - Scott Carrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - Abby - -&lt;/div&gt;I liked this article, I'm having a fling with journalistic accounts. For one thing, its impossible not to love a story about rock. and. roll. Also, I learned a little because I know next to nothing about Myanmar. What struck me was a similarity between the.... apathy? I guess, of the people of Myanmar and those I met in Hong Kong. Though the Hong Kong-ers have more freedom to criticize the government, at the end of the day they had very little interest in becoming part of the process. They didn't vote, they didn't even understand their election system. And these were the college students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I liked the end when Carrier points out that the Burmese people should rise up. It's not that America should ignore the plight of these people, it just a matter of taking control of your own destiny, taking those first steps, showing your commitment to the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I love that Metallica is so universal. They are everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4962520254944372731?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4962520254944372731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4962520254944372731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4962520254944372731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4962520254944372731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/rock-junta-scott-carrier.html' title='Rock the Junta - Scott Carrier'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2503849574571185506</id><published>2008-08-06T18:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:15:43.324-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>A Happy Death - Alison Bechdel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - Abby - -&lt;/div&gt;This particular work is a graphic novel (novel? Is it still if it is a short story?). I quite enjoyed the medium, I don't really read graphic novels but this was pretty cool. The story itself was interesting and insightful, a good mix of tragedy, comedy and confusion. I like short stories that give a lot background and development without trudging through every detail of a person's life. It keeps the reader focused on the central conflict (in this case the author's unresolved feelings over the death of her father), but gives a well-rounded view of the characters as well (for instance, Alison is a lesbian and went away to college).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the art added quite a bit to the story as well. The humor and sarcasm and irony were all enhanced by the visuals. Piecing together the direct narration and asides added depth to the tale. The settings, both location and time were varied and shown mostly in the photos, allowing the verbage to move the story along and reveal the author's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on this, I actually think I'd like reading some other non-superhero-related graphic novels. Good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - Miranda - - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really liked this. If you're expecting something more.... more than that from me, well, I'm sorry to disappoint. I read this in a waiting room a week ago, so it's not super fresh in my mind,  and I've been running on 4 hours of sleep and caffeine for about 19 hours now, so I'm not in the mood to be all analytical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I will say that I've read a little something by this author before, it was in the 1000th issue of Entertainment Weekly, I believe, and I think I enjoyed that also. I'm thinking one of these days I may try &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Persepolis-Major-Motion-Picture/dp/0375714839/ref=pd_bbs_sr_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1219979552&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;Persepolis&lt;/a&gt;. I've heard good things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon I'll update on my recent reading habits. Which, by the way, have nothing to do with Non-Required reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2503849574571185506?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2503849574571185506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2503849574571185506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2503849574571185506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2503849574571185506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-death-alison-bechdel.html' title='A Happy Death - Alison Bechdel'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7481372348642280892</id><published>2008-08-01T12:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:08:57.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middle American Gothic'/><title type='text'>Middle-American Gothic - Jonathon Ames</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - Abby - -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had the weirdest de ja vu while reading this article. I have either read it before or read something similar (possibly by Klosterman…) I have a few complaints:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did I not know about GothicFest? It was near Chicago! People I know should have been there!&lt;br /&gt;2. How did the author not go home with a crazy bloodsucking goth chick? Even if he struck out 14 times, there was definitely an evil young thing there for him, or he could have lied and said there was.&lt;br /&gt;3. I’m surprised he wasn’t converted. GothicFest sounded fun. He could have become a weekend goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, I just thought the article could have used a little closure, it was short, and I didn’t really catch a strong theme or opinion that tied it together. Especially since in the beginning he talks about how he is, in some ways, a counter-culture freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also amused by his comment about the Midwest breeding serial killers. Its funny because its true, and also because his last name is Ames (Ames being the Iowa city my mother grew up in and where my parents met.) So while I didn't love the article, it was an amusing read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- - MiRanda - - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Sorry it took me so long to post, I'm a lazy ass that spent the whole day watching &lt;em&gt;Spaced&lt;/em&gt; in bed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The article, originally featured in Spin magazine, is a good magazine article. It's well written and amusing, but in the end, it's just a good magazine article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My problem with it, and maybe this is what the writer was going for, is that he can't quite decide if gothic fest is something to be mocked. The tone of the article switches between varying degrees of mockery and sympathy. The article is at it's most sympathetic when Ames tells about meeting Marc, a goth kid with an abusive, disapproving father. It's at its most mocking when Ames meets Rain:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Excuse me, could I interview you?" I ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Sure," he says, "They call me Rain."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Who's they?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"The people at my college[...]."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Are you still in college?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"No, I'm thirty."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ames meets many more people throughout his day at the festival, all of them self-proclaimed "nonconformists." Perhaps my real problem with the article is the fact that my real opinion of the goth scene, at least as it existed in my high school, is a bunch of whiny kids who strive for individuality by dressing and acting exactly alike. Oh, the irony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the end, I really thought Ames was going to go for some sort of "I've misjudged this whole group all along" shtick. As he's leaving, he sees a man with spikes on his head and asks the man if the spikes are screwed into his head. the man replies by pulling a bottle of glue out of his pocket and saying "I'm not dumb, you know." But then Ames says something about calling all the kids outside to do a blood sacrifice, and I realize that Ames still hasn't made up his mind between understanding and mocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I think that's what keeps it from becoming a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7481372348642280892?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7481372348642280892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7481372348642280892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7481372348642280892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7481372348642280892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/08/middle-american-gothic-jonathon-ames.html' title='Middle-American Gothic - Jonathon Ames'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8390571473779954911</id><published>2008-07-22T13:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:40:01.485-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Nonrequired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>American Nonrequired Schedule</title><content type='html'>The dates listed will be post dates. I think one person will be responsible for putting up the first post by, say, 2pm on the post date, and everyone else can add their entries subsequently. That person could rotate or it could be me, or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note, the stories are mostly in order, but I grouped together shorter ones that will be two to a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri. Aug 1 - Middle-American Gothic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Aug 6 - A Happy Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Aug 10 - Ghost Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Aug 17 - Rock the Junta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Aug 24 - American&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Aug 31 - What Is Your Dangerous Idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Sept 7 - Selling the General&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Sept 14 - Loteria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Sept 21 - How to Tell Stories to Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Sept 28 - Adina, Astrid, Chipewee, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Oct 1 - Where I Slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Oct 5 - All Aboard the Bloated Boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Oct 12 - Love and Honor and Pity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Oct 19 - Darfur Diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Oct 26 - The Big Suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. Oct 29 - Stuyvesant High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Nov 2 - Literature Unnatured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Nov 9 - So Long, Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun. Nov 16 - Humpies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so there it is. Anybody that wants to be added as author just email me (abigayle.bessman[at]gmail.com.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you readers!&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/8894698562198564780-8390571473779954911?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8390571473779954911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8390571473779954911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8390571473779954911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8390571473779954911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/american-nonrequired-schedule.html' title='American Nonrequired Schedule'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2765592868359019989</id><published>2008-07-15T12:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:40:01.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Nonrequired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stage II'/><title type='text'>The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007 -- Dave Eggers</title><content type='html'>--Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/3304170/33307748"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223293903213887298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SHzeIXqG_0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8nheAn34cQM/s320/Best+American+Nonrequired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, it's time to stir things up. As the creator and maintainer of this blog, I used all executive power to choose this book, and what I'm referring to as "Stage 2" of the UBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have a more interactive, involved section of the blog. I still like the independent selection of books and reviews (and they are helping me choose my new reading material), but I want everyone on the same page of something. Hence "The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007". This is a collection of essays, poems and short stories which I think will fit our needs nicely. The length should make pieces easy to read in one sitting, and since there is no continuing plot, busy kids like us don't have to sweat if we miss one. Finally, the extreme mix of authors, formats, fiction, non-fiction, investigative news, poetry and nonsense should provide a little something for everyone. I've read the introduction (by Sufjan Stevens) and it tickled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for discussion format, I propose having a separate entry for each work, and multiple contributors to each entry. I'm putting up an Example Entry. I'll go ahead and kick this off doing two entries on the first two pieces August 1st. Thus, anyone who wants to try this out should get their hands on a copy of the book by then. I picked up my copy (in paperback) at B&amp;amp;N for $15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A schedule and more detail are on their way, try and feel the excitement :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2765592868359019989?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2765592868359019989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2765592868359019989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2765592868359019989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2765592868359019989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-american-nonrequired-reading-2007.html' title='The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2007 -- Dave Eggers'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/SHzeIXqG_0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/8nheAn34cQM/s72-c/Best+American+Nonrequired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5459706236055939794</id><published>2008-07-10T21:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:40:15.843-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Black Girl White Girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Black Girl/White Girl by Joyce Carol Oates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SHbFOJ3D-CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TUWjify32e0/s1600-h/blackgirlwhitegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221577664938375202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SHbFOJ3D-CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TUWjify32e0/s200/blackgirlwhitegirl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SHa-DVBadtI/AAAAAAAAAKM/7QunRVquBqQ/s1600-h/blackgirlwhitegirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Miranda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not a good book. I had high hopes for it, but... no. Spoilers in &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic storyline is this: Genna Meade, a moderately wealthy daughter of a radical political activist, is in her freshman year at Schuyler University. Her roommate is Minette Swift, a black minister's daughter from D.C. Hijinks ensue. Hijinks that eventually lead to Minette's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what to spoilerfy here, because I'm not going to recommend this book. I'll just put the rest of the plot in blue, but by no means am I telling you to skip ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Genna Meade is weird. She's incredibly needy, but it's so strange. She desperately tries to be friends with Minette, even though Minette seemingly has no interest in her. It's not like Genna doesn't have any other friends, she mentions on more than one occassion that other girls in the dorm like her. She's also bizarrely protective of Minette, for reasons I don't quite comprehend. Genna's parents are bat-shit crazy and her brother ran away to live with relatives when Genna was 11, which I guess could explain why she so desperately tries to create some sort of familial relationship with Minette. Her mother is an alcoholic nutcase. Her father is a radical anarchist who may have connections to criminal enterprises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Minette Swift is weird. Everybody, except Genna, hates her. Steadily throughout the book she is subjected to more and more acts of racisim, from racist pictures being left under the door, books stolen and vandalized, even the word "NIG" being scrawled in black marker across their dorm door. I know this all sounds terrible, and I felt sorry for her, until it became clear that she was doing it all herself. I'm not sure why, but I think it may have been to get attention, to get a private room, and to get extensions on papers. Once she gets a private room in another campus builing, Minette dies from a fire resulting from all the freakin' candles she left burning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is so confusing. I don't like any of the characters, the plot doesn't really make that much sense, and Oates' sentence structure is awkward. It really feels like she started the book without knowing how it would finish. From the blurb I thought it was going to be about Minette's murder at the hands of the people who were harrassing her and the way Genna and the college deal with the aftermath. My version sounds kind of interesting, right? Like a murder mystery with some racial/political aspects. But no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to give Oates another shot. She's written 119 books, I'm just going to assume that I picked one from the shitty end of the bell curve. Sigh. I give it a D+.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5459706236055939794?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5459706236055939794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5459706236055939794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5459706236055939794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5459706236055939794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/black-girlwhite-girl-by-joyce-carol.html' title='Black Girl/White Girl by Joyce Carol Oates'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SHbFOJ3D-CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/TUWjify32e0/s72-c/blackgirlwhitegirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2213164100957544518</id><published>2008-07-03T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:09:32.924-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><title type='text'>Making Plans</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having settled into my new job, new apartment, new hometown, new home state and new time zone, I'm ready for a project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we've discussed the difference between a book club (where all the members read the same book then come together to discuss it) and an online forum for book discussion (this blog) and the shortcomings of each. For starters, by my count our bloggers now span at least 4 states, not really conducive to scheduling a meeting. But on the other hand, without common purpose we are lacking a real glue to hold the thing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm opening the floor up to suggestions. I like the idea of everyone reading the same book at the same time, but I don't know if we should split up the entries, or each do our own, or do a chat or something. The real appeal of online is that everyone can go at their own pace, just check in on certain bits when they get to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think, and if anyone has suggestions on material, I'd take those too. I thought maybe a collection of essays or short stories might be a nice baby step, so if you miss one, its not so tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring on the creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2213164100957544518?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2213164100957544518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2213164100957544518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2213164100957544518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2213164100957544518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-plans.html' title='Making Plans'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5286081984922549857</id><published>2008-07-03T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:57:07.587-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middlesex'/><title type='text'>Middlesex - Book 1</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter by chapter seems really difficult for this book (many chapters, too compelling to stop to blog). As an alternative I'm going to do an entry for each book within the novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 1&lt;br /&gt;One can't help but notice the emblem on the cover of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Middlesex&lt;/span&gt; that reads: Winner of the Pulitzer Prize. It shows. The writing is fantastic. The narrative style is unique and interesting and really sucks you into the story by mixing the past and present and giving away what seems like too much information, but eventually you realize it isn't a mystery novel. You know how it ends. The thing that keeps you hooked is trying to understand how it comes to such an end. The psychology of the characters is fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoilers in &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The book opens with Cal (formerly Calliope) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blatantly&lt;/span&gt; stating his mixed sex and mingling science, personal anguish and nostalgic, wistful tidbits about the family history. As a person completely defined by his genetics (in a more segregating way than most of us) Cal has studied his family and found all the coincidence, the parallels, the moments of fate that led to his birth as a girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The first momentous family story occurs as Cal is in the womb with his grandmother divining his sex with a spoon over his mother's belly. The story reverses back to Cal's highly scientific conception then rewinds back much further to the story of his grandmother as a young woman in the old country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am so impressed with the story of Desdemona and her little brother Lefty. From the first, you feel the oncoming incest, but you expect some horrible event, some violence, some mortifying guilty mistake. Instead I found myself falling for their confusing love story, a brother and sister in love, in denial. They are so innocent and young and alone in the world that you really can't judge or hate their forbidden romance, and so instead I was happy for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Later, when Desdemona and Lefty are living as man and wife, there is this dread that their children will betray them, punish them for not knowing better. But the children are fine (and then I realize that the kids have to be at least mostly healthy, because I know that their son is Cal's father. Silly me.) Anyway I mourn the loss of intimacy between the couple as Desdemona is consumed with guilt and Lefty with jealousy for his wife's attention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New fears arise when Desdemona is forced to take a job and unwittingly becomes a silk-stress for the young church of the Nation of Islam (complete with fully functioning militant wing, even as the first Detroit church is in its infancy). And that is pretty much where the first book leaves off, though its interspersed with stories from Cal's adult life that inspire memories of his family's history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of things that really makes the story believable is the true history of the exodus of Greeks, the early Detroit auto manufacturers, the impact of the Depression. I find I'm picking up quite a bit of history in this story and I like it. I'm really excited to read more. Probably will finish over the long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5286081984922549857?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5286081984922549857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5286081984922549857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5286081984922549857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5286081984922549857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/middlesex-book-1.html' title='Middlesex - Book 1'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8784727974140531375</id><published>2008-07-01T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:33:57.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middlesex'/><title type='text'>Middlesex Handoff</title><content type='html'>--Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much silence, I've finally begun Middlesex. I think I'll revise and reissue Miranda's previous posts, adding my thoughts in a different color or something. If I get ambitious, I'll add some summary posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on the Faulkner book, it was way too painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make an effort to acheive my 25 books a year goal, I've made a little calendar for myself, laying out the book plan. I'm thinking about posting it here, but the sidebar is already quite full. I might just put up a link to it instead, or add it as a blog entry and I can repost it whenever I make changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8784727974140531375?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8784727974140531375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8784727974140531375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8784727974140531375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8784727974140531375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/07/middlesex-handoff.html' title='Middlesex Handoff'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1264536185342275123</id><published>2008-06-27T17:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:40:16.100-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls in Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Young Adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Girls in Pants by Ann Brashares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SGVufgngqqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZnEgHnfss7E/s1600-h/girls+in+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216697230989240994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SGVufgngqqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZnEgHnfss7E/s200/girls+in+pants.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- Miranda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, this is the third book in the &lt;em&gt;Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants&lt;/em&gt; series. I'm not ashamed to admit that I read the first two books and enjoyed them greatly. I read them before the movie came out... I know I was still at Juco, so this was probably three to four years ago. So it's been a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is sort of the same as the others, it tells the story of four friends' summer vacation. In the first two books, Lena, Tibby, Bridget and Carmen are all separated for the summer and the pants are a way to keep them all connected. But in this book, Bridget is the only one away and the other three are all at home. It's the summer before they leave for college, and Bridget is coaching at a soccer camp in PA, Lena is taking Art classes, Carmen is babysitting Lena's Grandma and preparing for the birth of her half-brother, and Tibby is... well, she kinda starts dating her friend and her little sister falls out of a tree, but I can't remember what else she does for the summer. The summer before college is an interesting time, because for the first time the girls aren't going to be together again when Fall rolls back around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One problem that this book faces that the others didn't is that they aren't separated. The whole purpose of the pants in the first books are that they make the girls feel a connection to each other even though they are all far away. The girls deal with the sort of problems that make them wish their friends were there (first love, first hearbreak, a parent remarrying, self-discovery and the death of a friend (all in the first book!!)), and having the pants was a way to make them feel the bonds of their closeknit friendship. The pants gave the girls strength and courage, the same way a pep talk from your closest friend would. The pants would be mailed to each girl in a set pattern where they would keep them for a week and then pass them on to the next girl, usually with a letter. It was a very interesting and effective storytelling device.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this book, not only are they not separated, but the pants are almost an afterthough. Since three of the four girls are in the same town, the pants don't really serve the same purpose as they did in the previous books. Bridget is the only one who really needs to have the feeling that her friends are with her, but the only time I can remember her wearing the pants is at the game where the team she coached wins a tournament against the other teams at camp. She mentions when she's gettting ready that she puts the pants on, but she doesn't mention if they at all affect the way she feels. I can't even remember when the other girls have the pants. I think Tibby is wearing them when Carmen's brother is born. Lena... maybe when she decides to go to art school? Carmen... I have no idea. I get that the whole pant thing is really cheesy, but it's kind of the cheese that holds everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, it's an OK book. It's targeted at teen girls, so it's not really aiming to be a pulitzer nominee. But I remember the first two books being much better than this one. I give it a grade of C. It was this close to being a C+, and could have even earned a B or higher if Ann Brashares had stuck with the themes of separation and magical pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next up: &lt;em&gt;Black Girl/White Girl&lt;/em&gt; by Joyce Carol Oates and &lt;em&gt;Forever in Blue: The Fourth Summer of the Sisterhood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1264536185342275123?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1264536185342275123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1264536185342275123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1264536185342275123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1264536185342275123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-in-pants-by-ann-brashares.html' title='Girls in Pants by Ann Brashares'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SGVufgngqqI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZnEgHnfss7E/s72-c/girls+in+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-7739235152938579465</id><published>2008-06-27T17:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:22:36.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escape'/><title type='text'>Finishing "Escape"</title><content type='html'>-- Miranda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I posted a little chapter-by-chapter thing for the &lt;a href="http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/06/escape-by-carolyn-jessop.html"&gt;first part of &lt;em&gt;Escape&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? That was nice and all, but I'm finished with the book now and I don't feel like back tracking to tell you what happened, chapter-by-chapter. Also, the chapters are pretty short, so it would take forever to go through them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the book tells the story of Carolyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jessop's&lt;/span&gt; entire life, from being born into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FLDS&lt;/span&gt; to becoming the fourth wife of a fifty-year-old man (Carolyn was 18) to her escape from the cult with her eight children and the legal battle she waged. Carolyn, I believe, is the first woman to ever escape the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FLDS&lt;/span&gt; with all of her children and win custody over the children. Carolyn's husband was a very powerful man in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;FLDS&lt;/span&gt;, and no one believed that she stood a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting aspects of the book is Carolyn's explanations about how Warren &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jeffs&lt;/span&gt; came to take over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FLDS&lt;/span&gt;. It's interesting to see things from her perspective: She sees him as a power-hungry maniac who manipulates facts to gain complete control over the cult. It's also interesting that, as she mentions periodically throughout the book, she didn't loose her faith in the religion until towards the end. Despite the fact that she always hated her husband and that he was physically and severely emotionally abusive, she for years believed that their marriage was ordained by the prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going into it I knew I was going to be reading some bat-shit craziness about the cult. It was some of the smaller details that were really the most affecting. Showing affection for your children is frowned upon. When the other children began making fun of her oldest child whenever she hugged or kissed him, she stopped. When she left the cult she had to relearn to show affection for her eight children. Another thing I hadn't really anticipated was the way sex was used in the marriage. It's hard to understand without reading the book and getting a handle on the sexual politics within a plural marriage, but a wife who does not sleep with her husband has less power than the other wives. Even though she hated her husband, Carolyn kept sleeping with him. She did this mostly to protect her children. While she was on her husband's good side, the other wives and children wouldn't harm her kids. It's really fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think it's a good story and it's competently written. Four out of Five stars. Solid B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;((Also, it comes to my attention that Katherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Heigl&lt;/span&gt; is going to star in and produce the film version of this book. I'm thinking it's not a good idea. I'm a little wary of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;KH&lt;/span&gt; since she dumped on the writers of her show. Sure Grey's was a bit of a slump this season, but did she have to be such a bitch about it. Then again, according to the rumor mill, she's a bitch in general.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you asked me, the best idea for this book would be to break it down into a 2 part miniseries, probably Lifetime. The first part would be about her abusive marriage, the second about her escape and legal battle. One of the sub-genres of Lifetime is the "Mother takes Law into own hands after Child is wronged" and this sort of fits the profile. There's just so much to tell in the story, I'm not sure a Katherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Heigl&lt;/span&gt; movie could do it justice.))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-7739235152938579465?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/7739235152938579465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=7739235152938579465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7739235152938579465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/7739235152938579465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/06/finishing-escape.html' title='Finishing &quot;Escape&quot;'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5036683225117741493</id><published>2008-06-18T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:56:43.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light in August</title><content type='html'>--Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've neglected the blog- I moved to a different time zone, started a new job, and took my laptop to Circuit City for repairs 4 weeks ago and haven't seen it since. Things have been difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I'm reading &lt;strong&gt;The Light in August&lt;/strong&gt; by Faulkner as a favor to my sister. Its a big favor. There's a lot of racism, judgement and inane conversation. The presentation is confusing, he likes to jump back and forth in time (like to a character's childhood) without warning or the courtesy of throwing the kid's name in. So often you're reading about some kid then finding out way later it is actually a character you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if it gets better I'll do a thorough entry. I also finished &lt;strong&gt;I Walked the Line&lt;/strong&gt; a few weeks ago and will post on it soon. It was pretty fantastic. Next on my list is &lt;strong&gt;Middlesex&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5036683225117741493?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5036683225117741493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5036683225117741493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5036683225117741493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5036683225117741493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/06/light-in-august.html' title='The Light in August'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-5403092933168389128</id><published>2008-06-05T21:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:22:36.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escape'/><title type='text'>Escape by Carolyn Jessop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SEigjFwJgOI/AAAAAAAAAII/wkBv5snfCPs/s1600-h/escape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208589493753970914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SEigjFwJgOI/AAAAAAAAAII/wkBv5snfCPs/s200/escape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -- by Miranda &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember a few weeks ago when every news show was talking about that crazy polygamist cult and the authorities took away all the children on accusations of child abuse? If you don't remember this, you obviously don't watch CNN or read People Magazine. Get some culture, yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, this book is the memoir of Carolyn Jessop, a woman who escaped the cult with her 8 children. I'm a few chapters in and so far it's pretty fascinating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(On a related note, I was watching &lt;em&gt;Without A Trace&lt;/em&gt; last night and part of the episode involved the missing girl joining and then escaping from a cult. Anybody else see that episode? It was pretty good.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a chapter by chapter summary of what I've read so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acknowledgements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty standard fare here, various thank yous to people who helped her escape and write the book. My favorite line in the acknowledgements section is "The FLDS is constructed on a scaffolding of lies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preface: The Choice was Freedom or Fear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The preface is a brief description of how Carolyn and her children escaped the FLDS compound on April 21, 2003. It's actually a fairly detailed account, I wonder if she'll go into it even further later on in the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch 1: Early Childhood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the chapter heading suggests, this chapter covers the early years of Carolyn's childhood. Her family had a brief happy time while living in Salt Lake City, before moving to the polygamist camp. Carolyn and her siblings were beaten almost every day by their mother, which is not unusual for this "religion." Carolyn's Grandmother spews FLDS propaganda that the children eat up as if she were telling them normal bed-time stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch 2: Child's Play&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently the most funnest game for the children in the compoud was "Apocalypse." It's a very complicated version of hide-and-go-seek, and the losers burn in hell. Or something. The children behave like children, and get beaten some more. The kids have a strange system to manipulate the adults into not beating them so hard. It involves a lot of screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch 3: School Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolyn's experiences at school are unusual. They are taught "facts" like the fact that dinosaurs never existed. The principal beats the crap out of his mentally challenged son, in front of everyone. In fact, the principal smacks around an entire classroom of young children and only gets a warning from the school board. Did I mention that the school is run by the FLDS? You probably figured that. Carolyn also becomes so frightened of her bus driver that she walks to and from school, about a mile each way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch 4: New Wife, New Mother&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolyn's cousin (her mother's niece), Rosie, becomes her father's second wife. Her father really likes Rosie, which eases some of the tension in the house, but Carolyn's mother's jealousy keeps things mighty unpleasant. Rosie has a nursing degree, making her one of the few women in the cult with a college education and a real job. Carolyn, who is eager to learn, looks up to Rosie because she sees the ways her education has given her freedoms. There's also some sort of divide in the cult, and people with opposing viewpoints refuse to speak or to let their families associate with one another. It's very strange. By now Carolyn has reached high school, but she has to take correspondence courses because the high school is run by FLDS members on the opposite side of the divide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ch 5: Linda's Flight to Freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carolyn's older sister Linda escapes from the community with her friend Claudel. Carolyn sees how this shames her family and vows that she will never disgrace her father or her family by fleeing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still only halfway through chapter 5. I'll write more when I get more time to read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-5403092933168389128?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/5403092933168389128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=5403092933168389128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5403092933168389128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/5403092933168389128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/06/escape-by-carolyn-jessop.html' title='Escape by Carolyn Jessop'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SEigjFwJgOI/AAAAAAAAAII/wkBv5snfCPs/s72-c/escape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-220682995817833551</id><published>2008-05-22T14:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T15:08:14.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Books'/><title type='text'>I was nominated for a Nobel Prize in 1993 for something you're too stupid to understand</title><content type='html'>Yes, I was eight. Go ahead, just &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; and disprove me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this have to do with books, you might ask? Well, I learned something very interesting from &lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/bonk-the-curious-coupling-of-science-and-sex.htm"&gt;a review&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bonk-Curious-Coupling-Science-Sex/dp/0393064646/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1211483032&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, in the footnotes of Chapter 13, you'll find the following nugget of information:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nominations for a Nobel Prize, I found out when I contacted the Nobel Foundation to try to verify Shafik’s, remain secret for fifty years. You make the claim, and nobody can prove otherwise until after you’re dead. Add one to your résumé today!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliance. I may have to check out this book, along with the author's previous works: &lt;em&gt;Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife&lt;/em&gt;. Who doesn't love a little humor in their science?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-220682995817833551?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/220682995817833551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=220682995817833551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/220682995817833551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/220682995817833551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-nominated-for-nobel-prize-in-1993.html' title='I was nominated for a Nobel Prize in 1993 for something you&apos;re too stupid to understand'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-4509585941213333614</id><published>2008-05-14T20:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:40:16.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Stories of L and O: SVU'/><title type='text'>True Stories of Law &amp; Order: Special Victims Unit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SCuH8-LqxqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dAUg1hHy6NA/s1600-h/true+stories+svu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200399676283209378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SCuH8-LqxqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dAUg1hHy6NA/s200/true+stories+svu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dude&lt;/em&gt;. People are &lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;. It's kind of awesome. And very, &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; disturbing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-4509585941213333614?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/4509585941213333614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=4509585941213333614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4509585941213333614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/4509585941213333614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/05/true-stories-of-law-order-special.html' title='True Stories of Law &amp; Order: Special Victims Unit'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SCuH8-LqxqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dAUg1hHy6NA/s72-c/true+stories+svu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6617248782408537375</id><published>2008-05-14T18:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:22:36.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Walked the Line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>I Walked the Line by Vivian Cash</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of family vacation I've started this book. It's the story of Johnny Cash and his first wife, Vivian. The description reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Before there was June, there was Vivian, the 17-year-old girl from San Antonio, Tex., who met Cash in the summer of 1951 as he was headed overseas in the army. Three years of ardent letter writing sustained them—indeed, a good part of this book consists of Johnny's aching letters from 1951 to 1954, revealing his attempts to keep himself away from drinking and loose women, while begging her to wait for him and pray together. Finally wedded, the couple set out for Memphis, where Cash worked as a door-to-door salesman. After Johnny Cash and the Tennessee Two began to travel, Vivian, pregnant from year to year, moved with him constantly, sewed his performance clothes and scribbled lyrics for I Walk the Line as he drove in the car. By 1961, as Vivian Cash tells it, when Johnny was drinking and popping pills heavily, June Carter joined Johnny's tour and tenaciously pursued him. Johnny and Vivian divorced in 1966. Vivian, who died in 2005, has told her story candidly to TV producer Sharpsteen, disclosing myriad tender details and an affecting ability to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is (thusfar) just Johnny's love letters. They are very sweet, and very young, and very frequent. I'm about about halfway through and its 2 years of Johnny's almost daily letters. None of Vivian's writing is included, but the introduction is her explaining why she wrote the book and getting Johnny's approval to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to finish in by the end of the week. After that I think I'm on to some Miranda Recommendations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6617248782408537375?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6617248782408537375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6617248782408537375' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6617248782408537375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6617248782408537375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-walked-line-by-vivian-cash.html' title='I Walked the Line by Vivian Cash'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-1433319229448373253</id><published>2008-05-14T18:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:14:35.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persuasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Persuaded</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally, &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;, finished Persuasion. I know it took an eternity, but I had to finish a project, finals and graduate in the interim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed Persuasion, but less than some other Austen Favorites. The language is much more difficult than S&amp;amp;S or P&amp;amp;P, and the humor is more subtle than Northanger Abbey. As per usual, the tension and heartbreak has the focus and the climax and conclusion require about 2 pages. The climax was particularly exciting, but I was left longing for a little more detail on the joys and happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my final opinion is this is a great book for Austen lovers, but if you didn't love &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; her other works, you'll probably hate this one. I'm still glad I read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-1433319229448373253?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/1433319229448373253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=1433319229448373253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1433319229448373253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/1433319229448373253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/05/persuaded.html' title='Persuaded'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8355587693273837445</id><published>2008-04-21T19:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:34:51.231-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middlesex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Finishing Middlesex</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ep-ic&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;em&gt;adjective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. noting or pertaining to a long poetic composition, usually centered upon a hero, in which a series of great achievements or events is narrated in elevated style: &lt;em&gt;Homer's Iliad is an epic poem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. resembling or suggesting such poetry: &lt;em&gt;an epic novel on the founding of the country&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. heroic; majestic; impressively great: &lt;em&gt;the epic events of the war&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. of unusually great size or extent: &lt;em&gt;a crime wave of epic proportions&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have gone chapter-by-chapter with this one, because now that I'm trying to decide where to start, the book just seems so big. It's a coming-of-age story; it's historical fiction about Greek immigrants, the Depression, the Detroit Race Riots; it's a story of incest, guilt, and family; it's a story about the awkwardness of adolecence; it's a story about what it means to be a girl, a boy, neither, and both. It's a wonderful story that spans three generations of the Stephanides family, and the decisions they make that shape their lives and the lives of their decendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll put my spoilers in &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;, if you want to skip past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;First, let me begin with my MS Paint version of &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v402/cut_from_cashmere/middlesexfamilytree.jpg"&gt;the Stephanides Family Tree&lt;/a&gt;. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; didn't feel like going back into the book to try and figure out the older generations' names, so I just left them blank. I also know that Desdemona and Lefty were Third Cousins along with being brother and sister, but I didn't want to use the brain power to try and figure out how to depict that. You get the idea just from looking at my drawing that the family tree is a little... circular. A brother and sister marry, and their son marries his second cousin. Is it any suprise that their child has a rare genetic disorder: Calliope Stephanides is a 5-Alpha-Reductase Pseudohermaphrodite. While at first appearing to be female, Callie is genetically male. The condition goes undiagnosed and unnoticed until Callie reaches her early teen years, when she fails to develop as the other girls have, and she falls in love with another girl at her school. Eventually Callie learns the truth about herself, and changes from Callie to Cal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Truly &lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt; is a remarkable book. Cal is a unique narrator, not just considering his unique genetics. I would highly recommend the book to anyone, it's a fascinating story. I could go on and on about it, but since no one else here has read it yet, I would only be writing it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the highest praise I can give &lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt; is that it instills in me a form of envy. &lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; is the kind of book I wish I could write. Epic, Smart, Beautiful, and Moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8355587693273837445?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8355587693273837445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8355587693273837445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8355587693273837445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8355587693273837445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/04/finishing-middlesex.html' title='Finishing Middlesex'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8135863099318034009</id><published>2008-04-17T12:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:19:44.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><title type='text'>Pulse Check</title><content type='html'>It's been more than two weeks since anyone posted. I'm alive. I still haven't finished Persuasion. My commitment seems to be waning during the end of the semester. I promise my full attention after my finals have all been submitted. That should be sometime around Tuesday the 29th. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8135863099318034009?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8135863099318034009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8135863099318034009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8135863099318034009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8135863099318034009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/04/pulse-check.html' title='Pulse Check'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8052573479032277952</id><published>2008-04-01T10:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:36:11.725-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persuasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Persuasion Fires Up</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just started in on Chapter 12 and finally, finally things are getting a bit exciting. Spoilers below in &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;Just when I thought poor Anne's life couldn't get more depressing (she just is always around Captain Wentworth) she crosses paths with two new promising gentleman. Captain Benwick seems a nice enough man, well-suited to Anne with his kindness, similar interests, and need of companionship. Her heart-break is clearly being reflected as a more recent iteration in him. Plus, Anne seems to like his friends and she and Louisa could be lifelong companions in this circle if they each marry a Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;On the other hand is Anne's mysterious encounters with her cousin (and heir to her family's fortune) Mr. Elliot. What I really like about Elliot is his history with the family. He's estranged from her father and her awful older sister, Elizabeth, once wanted to marry him. It seems totally logical that he should end up with Anne. After all, their other sister, Mary, married Charles Musgrove who previously pursued Anne. Their whole world is a series of interlocking love triangles. I may actually need to draw a diagram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;So I like Benwick, and think Anne would be happy with him. But I'd rather she ended up with Elliot to spite her father and sister. I'm a fan of spite. End spoilers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite quote thusfar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...nor could she help fearing, on more serious reflection, that, like many other great moralists and preachers, she had been eloquent on a point in which her own conduct would ill bear examination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8052573479032277952?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8052573479032277952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8052573479032277952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8052573479032277952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8052573479032277952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/04/persuasion-fires-up.html' title='Persuasion Fires Up'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-769692708942830920</id><published>2008-03-31T10:27:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:40:16.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persuasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Persuasion by Jane Austen</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having only finished Northanger Abbey a week or so ago, jumping into Persuasion may not have been a good idea. However, after excessive amounts of engineering, my little heart cried out for Austen, my bathtub and a bottle of Shiraz. Like Sandra Dee, to my heart I must be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R_D6SeWWVjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t_VyNIWwRHg/s1600-h/Persuasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183918366394832434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R_D6SeWWVjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t_VyNIWwRHg/s200/Persuasion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back story: I picked up Northanger Abbey and Persuasion (along with I Walked the Line, by Vivian Cash) at a used/new bookstore in Pendleton, SC about two months ago. None were used. Persuasion set me back $2.50 plus tax. Point being, the edition pictured here is hella cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 68 pgs into the 188 page volume. Time enough to blog a bit. My initial impression of this book wasn't good. I'm pretty sure it's because of my recent reading (and loving) of Northanger Abbey. The styles are really different. I mean, it's still Austen, but Persuasion was written more than ten years later and has a much more formal feel. It certainly isn't as funny, but the personal anguish is deeper and more respected. In short, Persuasion criticizes most of the characters (as in -Abbey) but not it's heroine. Anne's emotions are taken very seriously and given much weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm into Persuasion I am enjoying it. Synopsis thusfar (spoiler-free really, most of this is on the back cover): Elizabeth, Anne and Mary are sisters, their mother is dead. Elizabeth is the incarnation of her father (the baronet), vain, beautiful, and proud. Mary (the only married sister) is also excessively proud and uses Anne as a personal servant. Elizabeth rather ignores Anne and has no use for her at all. Anne is neither fair, nor proud. Years ago she was engaged to a charismatic naval officer, but their neighbor and family friend Lady Russell put an end to it (she thought a navy man below Anne's rank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the story begins the family has fallen upon financial difficulties, and has decided to move from their home at Kellynch to a smaller place at Bath. The Kellynch house is to be rented to an Admiral Croft, who happens to be the brother-in-law of Anne's ex. Drama ensues as her jilted lover begins a relationship with one of her neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly, I'm engaged by the uncertainty of this story. I want to believe that Anne will end up with her old flame, and it seems like an Austen-y thing to do, but at this point I don't see how it will happen. Ah, the tangled web!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-769692708942830920?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/769692708942830920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=769692708942830920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/769692708942830920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/769692708942830920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/03/persuasion-by-jane-austen.html' title='Persuasion by Jane Austen'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R_D6SeWWVjI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t_VyNIWwRHg/s72-c/Persuasion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3229708323360392706</id><published>2008-03-29T15:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:22:36.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Finishing 21</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted it took me less than another day to finish &lt;u&gt;21&lt;/u&gt;. It did take me a bit longer to get to blogging. 'Tev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***Spoil Zone***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The finish wasn't really as strong as I was hoping. Everything fell apart really quickly at the end, which was sort of to be expected, but it just lacked emotion. It was sort of "Well, we had some laughs. Oh, well." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I did like that as the reader, I could really tell that the jig was up, but not all the characters were ready to let it go. On the other hand, it could have been written better, to really suck you into the drama and fear and suspense, and I think the writer failed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know it was based on a real story, but I was hoping for a little more violence. There was really just that one scene where Martinez gets roughed up in Vegas, but Kevin never sees any of that. I'm hoping for more in the movie version. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I also wanted a little more about their shadowy ring-leader--his past, his involvement in their crash-and-burn. I guess a lot of people were reluctant to contribute to the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***End Spoiler***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the book, there is an essay by "Kevin Lewis" on how to win at blackjack in Vegas, which is sort of cool, but was boring for me, a non-gambler. Plus just reading the book basically tells you pretty much everything included. Finally (in my printing), the epilogue is an interview with Lewis, years after the book was originally released. He talks about people's response to the book and his family. It was okay. It didn't add a lot, but it wasn't totally worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the author, Ben Mezrich's, first attempt at nonfiction. I'd be curious to read some of his fiction books and see if they are all as self-involved as this one. It's interesting because he seems to be really trying to give Kevin Lewis all the glory, he's just completely incapable of removing himself from the story. In that I'm sure his fiction would be much better, because he'd just personify himself in his characters. I sort of wonder if Lewis liked the way the novel turned out. In his interview he seems pleased with the fame, the notoriety, but he's pretty much a badass, so why wouldn't he? Still, if it was me, I'd probably be a little disappointed in the overall quality of the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final verdict: Awesome story, so-so writing, definitely worth the read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3229708323360392706?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3229708323360392706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3229708323360392706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3229708323360392706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3229708323360392706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/03/finishing-21.html' title='Finishing 21'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6596931771478302103</id><published>2008-03-27T12:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:22:37.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='21'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>21: Bringing Down the House</title><content type='html'>--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I really tried to start chapter-by-chapter on Love in the Time of Cholera, but opening scene is about some guy who just killed himself and it was too depressing to read on vacation. So instead we have this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R-vLu-WWViI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cTRWHTRy-TE/s1600-h/21+Bringing+Down+the+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182459804091045410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R-vLu-WWViI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cTRWHTRy-TE/s200/21+Bringing+Down+the+House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.librarything.com/work/7437/book/28739610"&gt;21: Bringing Down the House&lt;/a&gt; by Ben Mezrich&lt;br /&gt;There is a movie opening Friday starring Kevin Spacey. If you are wondering if I'll finish the book in time to catch in in theaters, the answer is yes. I read 127 of the 264 pages yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is a face-paced, easy-to-read, thriller? Because I have too much time on my hands? Because it is hard to put down? Yes, yes and yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is fascinating. It's the true story of 6 M.I.T. students who made millions in Vegas playing blackjack. The main character, Kevin Lewis, wanted the book written and told the story to Mezrich. He also gave him access to a lot of the people involved. The parts about Kevin are written in 3rd person, omniscient and you get the feeling that Kevin's voice is quite strong throughout. That plot line progresses chronologically, and without too much foreshadowing outside what Kevin himself was thinking at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second plot line is woven in, this one the story of the author's experiences doing interviews and gathering information for the story. It's less chronological and (obviously) all takes place long after Kevin's history. This part is written in 1st person. The Kevin bits are awesome. The Mezrich bits are kind of terrible. He seems like an egomaniac. I really can't understand why he'd think that his experiences interviewing card-counters are even close to as interesting or important as the thoughts of the counters themselves. While it is fun to get a flash-forward to the real characters and see what their post-Vegas lives are like, I really could care less about the author's nervousness at a shotting range, or his insecurity talking to Vegas heavyweights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that last little rant, the story itself is amazing, and the book is really fast-paced and the tone and use of language match the excitement of the events really well. I recommend it highly. I'll post again in like 6 hours when I finish it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6596931771478302103?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6596931771478302103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6596931771478302103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6596931771478302103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6596931771478302103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/03/21-bringing-down-house.html' title='21: Bringing Down the House'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R-vLu-WWViI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cTRWHTRy-TE/s72-c/21+Bringing+Down+the+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-8912032513139946868</id><published>2008-03-23T11:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:37:45.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Northanger Abbey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Classics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Northanger Abbey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Northanger Abbey is the first novel finished by Jane Austen. I read it in about 24 hours in Florida. It's quite short (particularly compared to the expansive Emma) and extremely amusing. I think I enjoyed it equally to Pride and Prejudice and more than Sense and Sensibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like her other novels, it's a love story wrought with the intrigues of England and is critical of the society of the time. Unlike her others it lacks subtlety. It is fantastically sarcastic. The overuse of positive, flattering adjectives borders on cruel. Most of the characters are atrocious, empty-headed, superficial assholes—disguised as very good friends. They are just horrible. On the other side, there are three 'heroes' if you will, who are nearly beyond reprimand, flawless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel (as her first attempt) isn't entirely without fault. The flowery language which mocks the speech patterns of the time is sort of hard to read in parts. Not only is the dialogue in this pattern, but the author uses it herself and addresses the reader directly. There is also some imbalance between the plot and the tangents of social commentary, particularly regarding horror novels and the importance of dress, art, music and theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nonetheless, the heroine, Catherine, is quite likable (despite her excessive kindness and goodwill) and her ignorance is endearing. If the book was longer than 211 pages I think I'd find her tiresome, but it doesn't so she's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, I highly recommend this book. It has a distinctly different voice from other Austen novels and is much more humorous and blatant in its judgment of English society and women in general. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-8912032513139946868?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/8912032513139946868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=8912032513139946868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8912032513139946868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/8912032513139946868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/03/northanger-abbey.html' title='Northanger Abbey'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-3014444402185432401</id><published>2008-03-23T11:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:22:37.003-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My FBI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Abby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Non-Fiction'/><title type='text'>Finishing My FBI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;--by Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know the posts on this are few and far between. I will now attempt to make up for that by a topical summary. (For the record, I'm posting from a lovely condo in Clearwater, Florida while Kerry watches baseball. Life is goooood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 1 Khobar Towers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before this reading I didn't know much about the terrorist attack on Khobar Towers that killed 19 American soldiers. Probably because it happened when I was 12 and I wasn't really up on foreign affairs at that point in my life. Another contributing factor in my ignorance was the way it was handled by the Clinton administration. This chapter is very telling about the political climate in DC under Prez Bill and the U.S.'s general policy on terror before 9/11. While the facts surrounding the lengthy investigation were interesting, I was more moved by the legal and personal nuances. Based on this, I would consider reading other accounts of events during the Clinton administration or about the inner workings of Washington, including Bill's auto- &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;My Life&lt;/span&gt;. I own it and have read some of it, but his style is sort of broad and wandering and it lasts like 800 pgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 2 "Only If I Yell 'Duck!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I enjoy the naming conventions on the chapters. This chapter covers Freeh's appointment as FBI Director including his first meeting with Pres. Clinton and his decision-making process. It's really a long chapter about how the appointment happened and the prelude to the disintegration of his relationship with the president. It seems in large part due to the falsely positive start. It seemed at first that things would be great, that the position was defined the same way for both men, but that turned out to be untrue. This is a less interesting chapter in that it deals only with Freeh's personal decisions and hopes and disappointments, though it does lay the groundwork for a lot of the future conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 3 "You're Not Really College Material"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, New Jersey sucks as does Catholic School. This chapter is all about Freeh's family history and growing up in Jersey. It's as charming as any story of an immigrant family in the big city. Freeh's mom is a quality character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 4 "The FBI? You're Crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From undergrad to joining the FBI as an agent, this is a particularly amusing chapter. It talks about Freeh's days as a sort of sheltered college kid in one aspect, while covering his history on the docks in a union run by the mob. Fun for the whole family. There are also some funny anecdotes about being a rookie in the New York/New Jersey FBI and his first few assignments as such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 5 "The Kid's Got Nothing to Do with It"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This starts getting into the good stuff, it talks a lot about how the FBI broke the Cosa Nostra as a combined effort at home and in Sicily. There are a lot of funny stories (what isn't funny about the mafia?) and its really interesting how the powers that be changed the standard attack protocol to make a real difference under extremely dangerous conditions. This bit of work really made Freeh's career in a lot of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He talks about leaving the FBI to be an attorney in the Southern District of New York in this chapter and that landed him an awesome job prosecuting the Donnie Brasco case (a la the movie "Donnie Brasco" starring Johnny Depp.) The whole thing is so fascinating it's no wonder it was made into a movie. I long to reread &lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;The Godfather&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 6 "That's Moody's Bomb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the whole mob thing got Freeh assigned to a serial bomber case in the south that eventually led to the arrest of Walter Moody. The case itself is interesting, but more than that is the confusion in a case like this. The bombs were sent to different states, different jurisdictions, judges were targeted, it was a mess. It all worked out, but even Freeh seems to feel there is a bit of luck in tearing apart the bureaucracy so that people can do their jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was during the whole Moody debacle that Freeh was appointed a U.S. District judge. The second half of the chapter talks about the challenges of that, one of which is the government salary. It also talks about a pivotal moment when a witness for the prosecution, a federal agent lied on the stand and how that impacted the case. That tailspins into a lot of stories jumping forward on the topic of ethics. Somehow Elie Wiesel gets involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 7 "If Anything Happens, You Drive. I'll Shoot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, Freeh is director of the FBI. We hear about the transition and the differences between him and his predecessor. The whole Washington machine is sort of unbelievable, like the FBI not getting enough funding for bullets so that agents had to cut their training time to save bullets. Its all outrageous. There is a lot more about the turf wars and the antiquated laws and policies that just don't move with changing technology that make it difficult for the FBI to operate. As it turns out, FBI agents on TV have a lot more freedom and resources than in real life. Probably there was at one time more sophisticated technology on the set than in FBI headquarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freeh talks some more about his home life and the difficulties of the job, but he really doesn't complain. I have a lot of respect for that. Awesometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 8 "…and the Guy's Bob Hanssen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooooh a Russian spy in the FBI. How fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The chapter kicks off with the Oklahoma City Bombing and the pursuit and capture of Timothy McVeigh. All very compelling and stuff present in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next he talks about mistakes made at the FBI, lost evidence and facts wielding to public pressure and political correctness and the like. Next, the bomb at the Atlanta Olympics, more fun with explosions. Not to let the theme go we next get a detailed dossier on the Unabomber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, finally we get to the spy bit which is not quite as glamorous as I'd hoped, but it is a true story and the basis for the movie &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0401997/"&gt;Breach &lt;/a&gt;starring Ryan Phillippe and Chris Cooper.&lt;span style="color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 9 Bill and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All about the many investigations of then-president Bill Clinton. Hillary's involvement in some of that nonsense kind of makes me want a little more information on some of these illegal activities. There were lots of problems, mistakes made by Clinton and Freeh both. What is interesting is the excess on Clinton's side, his inability to turn back once he got going the wrong direction. Still, there isn't anything dull about the Clinton circus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ch. 10 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is a lot of hindsight and sadness here. The actual attack took place after Freeh left the FBI, but all the warnings and missed prevention were on his watch and you can tell he took it very hard. He makes a lot of (not accusations but) charges that spread the blame all over Washington. It's hard to say (based on this account) if anything could have been done to stop it. I mean, obviously it could have been stopped, but the political climate, the public attitude, was such that no body was going to pull all the strings that would have gotten the FBI, CIA or NSA in a place to stop it. Technology and funding were a big factor, as well as Congress' attitude about terrorism and security vs. public opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Freeh adds an epilogue but it is more on this same theme about the differences in the post-9/11 world. His afterword is all about his private sector job after he left the FBI and is pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I loved this book and highly recommend it as some compelling, interesting, relevant non-fiction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-3014444402185432401?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/3014444402185432401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=3014444402185432401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3014444402185432401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/3014444402185432401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/03/finishing-my-fbi.html' title='Finishing My FBI'/><author><name>Abby-Wan Kenobi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11790093578016960912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HBqxw8Wk4BU/R6jj6xHbILI/AAAAAAAAADY/W_etLx-V9N8/S220/Short+Hair+Pink.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-2503488783622678234</id><published>2008-03-21T18:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:40:17.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Keeper&apos;s Daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Audio-Visual Aids'/><title type='text'>Memory Keeper: The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180328773896962994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/R-Q5ksPdA7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NxMOXUh0zEY/s400/memory+keeper+lifetime.JPG" border="0" /&gt; -- MIRANDA &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;/em&gt; has been adapted into a Lifetime Movie. Yeah, that sounds about right. It premiers April 12, if anyone's interested. You can check out Lifetime's page about the movie &lt;a href="http://www.mylifetime.com/on-tv/movies/memory-keepers-daughter"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, but be warned that their photo page for the flick didn't like my browser at all and would only let me look at the first picture of Dermot Mulroney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-2503488783622678234?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/2503488783622678234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=2503488783622678234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2503488783622678234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/2503488783622678234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/03/memory-keeper-movie.html' title='Memory Keeper: The Movie'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/R-Q5ksPdA7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/NxMOXUh0zEY/s72-c/memory+keeper+lifetime.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8894698562198564780.post-6465818884405815799</id><published>2008-03-18T19:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:40:17.566-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Middlesex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Miranda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>Middlesex, and then some</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/R-BVMjNANtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZcrO-VkGkx8/s1600-h/middlesex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179233245572642514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/R-BVMjNANtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZcrO-VkGkx8/s200/middlesex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -by Miranda &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't going to post about &lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt; until I finished the book, but it's been dull as ditchwater around these parts this last week or so, so I decided to post up. In case you were wondering, I was going to wait until I finished the book to post because I like being able to look at the book as a whole rather than disecting it bit by bit. I'm not going to completely eschew chapter-by-chapter posts (I've got a book in mind that I'll be posting by chapter) but for now I'm going to go with a more traditional book reviewy style, giving my opinion and trying to avoid spoilers. I'll still clearly mark when I'm about to spoiler it up, but, like I did with &lt;em&gt;Memory Keeper&lt;/em&gt;, I'll try not to give away too much of the plot in my write up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway- Now that I'm done with business, let me get down to... business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just about halfway through &lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt;, and I can't wait to send this book off to Abigayle. It's so so good. The writing itself is beautiful, and the story is very complicated &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; compelling. How wonderful to find a book with both of these Cs, so often I read boring books with complicated plots, or simple books that I just don't give a damn about. &lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt; is told as sort of a memoir, with the narrator Cal breaking in every once in a while to give updates on his current life. Of course, it's not really a memoir until halfway through, because for the first half of the book, Cal hasn't been born yet. But in order to understand Cal (formerly Calliope), you really do need to understand his family's history. And fascinating history it is. I plan on drawing up a family tree to go along with my next entry, which I'll post after I finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I'll talk about for now, tune in sometime this week or early next for my complete entry on &lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8894698562198564780-6465818884405815799?l=unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/feeds/6465818884405815799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8894698562198564780&amp;postID=6465818884405815799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6465818884405815799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8894698562198564780/posts/default/6465818884405815799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unimaginarybookclub.blogspot.com/2008/03/middlesex-and-then-some.html' title='Middlesex, and then some'/><author><name>miranda.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18195235363125123471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/SfeedKXr7EI/AAAAAAAAAVM/4erSYxuegRg/S220/miranda+winehouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUbKl8zzp6Y/R-BVMjNANtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZcrO-VkGkx8/s72-c/middlesex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
