<?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-6501290102585420828</id><updated>2011-07-30T10:08:48.532-07:00</updated><category term='Science Fiction'/><category term='Book Club Book'/><category term='Amy'/><category term='Dena'/><category term='Dee'/><category term='short story'/><category term='Emilia'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='Finally done'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='series'/><category term='fairy tale'/><category term='young adult'/><category term='Heather'/><category term='Linda'/><category term='fire and ice series'/><category term='romance author'/><category term='A Charlaine Harris series.'/><category term='The Host is a dirty temptress to my puritanical schoolmarm intentions'/><category term='classic'/><title type='text'>The Book Group Broads</title><subtitle type='html'>"She is too fond of books, and it has addled her brain."-Louisa May Alcott</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3745177381932798037</id><published>2009-12-24T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:21:23.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science Fiction'/><title type='text'>7th Son Descent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.borders.com/ProductImages/products/00/59/62/a/59624888_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.borders.com/ProductImages/products/00/59/62/a/59624888_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book is very fast paced.  It starts out with the President of the United States, getting his throat slit by a 4 year old.  There is not a dull moment after that.  Imagine secret organizations in the military, cloning, memory transfers....  You get the point.  There is a sequel, but it is not out yet.  Can't wait though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-3745177381932798037?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3745177381932798037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3745177381932798037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3745177381932798037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3745177381932798037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/12/7th-son-descent.html' title='7th Son Descent'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5987850354733897176</id><published>2009-12-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:25:51.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.borders.com/ProductImages/products/00/57/50/a/57501029_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 124px;" src="http://www.borders.com/ProductImages/products/00/57/50/a/57501029_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Loving Frank was the book club  choice for November.  It was based on the life of Frank Loyd Wright.  Hated it!  Now with that said I can go on.  It follows the  life of the women he left his wife for,  more than his life. But it takes place during the time they were together.  Others may have a different take on this book.  If so don't hesitate to comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5987850354733897176?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5987850354733897176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5987850354733897176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5987850354733897176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5987850354733897176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/12/loving-frank-was-book-club-choice-for.html' title='Loving Frank'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-1202551598781074294</id><published>2009-11-17T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:24:00.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>The Housekeeper and the Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uta.edu/english/tim/baseball/adult/images/ogawa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.uta.edu/english/tim/baseball/adult/images/ogawa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am always deeply suspicious of translations not done by an author, but this was a Beautiful translation from the original Japanese!  This is the story of a housekeeper called upon to care for a mathematician who, since an auto accident, only has 80 minutes of memory.  The housekeeper and her son learn the beauty of numbers.  Here is an example of the language:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eternal truths are ultimately invisible, and you won't find them in material things or natural phenomena, or even in human emotions.  Mathematics, however, can illuminate them, can give them expression-in fact, nothing can prevent it from doing so."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-1202551598781074294?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1202551598781074294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=1202551598781074294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1202551598781074294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1202551598781074294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/11/housekeeper-and-professor.html' title='The Housekeeper and the Professor'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2461674210535307157</id><published>2009-11-17T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:17:22.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>Naomi and Ely's No Kiss List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bartsbookshelf.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/naomi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.bartsbookshelf.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/naomi.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the same authors who brought us Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist.  This one is about two best friends, Naomi (straight) and Ely (gay), who have grown up across the hall from on another and can't imagine a future without one another.  Then Ely kisses Naomi's boyfriend and it rocks their friendship to the core.  Less of everything in this book compared to Nick and Norah, but oh the cleverness.  (Also, many Buffy the Vampire Slayer references!  In case you needed an extra reason to read it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2461674210535307157?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2461674210535307157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2461674210535307157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2461674210535307157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2461674210535307157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/11/naomi-and-elys-no-kiss-list.html' title='Naomi and Ely&apos;s No Kiss List'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8676150167202168556</id><published>2009-11-17T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:06:35.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Games and Catching Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thespectacleblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/catchingfire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 403px; height: 600px;" src="http://thespectacleblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/catchingfire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://casacamisas.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hunger-games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 600px;" src="http://casacamisas.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/hunger-games.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pictures are out of order, but I'm too lazy to fix it right now.  This series by Suzanne Collins is very well done!  She takes us to a future time where each year there is a reality TV show in which 24 kids between the ages of 12-18 (2 from each of the 12 districts the land seems to be divided into) fight to the death.  One cannot read these book without thinking about modern day television.  Told from the perspective of a teenage girl but with enough action in them that my teenage son was equally hooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8676150167202168556?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8676150167202168556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8676150167202168556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8676150167202168556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8676150167202168556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/11/hunger-games-and-catching-fire.html' title='The Hunger Games and Catching Fire'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5153977923438788752</id><published>2009-11-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T18:56:38.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>Nick &amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ccplic4teens.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/nick-norahs-infinite-playlist-poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 500px;" src="http://ccplic4teens.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/nick-norahs-infinite-playlist-poster2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am torn by this book (which I picked up right after I watched the movie.)  Were it not for the EXCESSIVE use of the "f" word, I would probably give it top marks.  It catches being a teen in the tri-state area Perfectly!  It gets the music scene on the lower east side exactly right.  It gets emotional trauma after exes just right.  Honestly, it gets the language just right, too.  New Jersey folk do tend to curse like sailors.  There's just so much of said language.  It's one case where I would say that even though the book does a far better job with character development, it might be better to just watch the movie.  I wasn't comfortable having this book lying around where my kids could pick it up and glance at the verbal and for that matter sexual education within.&lt;div&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/6501290102585420828-5153977923438788752?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5153977923438788752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5153977923438788752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5153977923438788752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5153977923438788752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/11/nick-norahs-infinite-playlist.html' title='Nick &amp; Norah&apos;s Infinite Playlist'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2183969164350312408</id><published>2009-11-14T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:07:19.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make sure you look at all the pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://totallylookslike.com/2009/11/04/loloween-look-alike-costume-contest-winners/"&gt;http://totallylookslike.com/2009/11/04/loloween-look-alike-costume-contest-winners/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2183969164350312408?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2183969164350312408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2183969164350312408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2183969164350312408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2183969164350312408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-sure-you-look-at-all-pictures.html' title='Make sure you look at all the pictures'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376838714884078571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTl8hCQU-z0/SW7a97fthII/AAAAAAAAAA8/TBgmJJlv1SA/s1600-R/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7092121188180139723</id><published>2009-11-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:43:33.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah, blah, blah.</title><content type='html'>It isn't as if we have stopped reading books.  Perhaps it is just that we are ashamed of what we are reading.  I know that is the case for me.  I have read, or am reading, just about every book to do with vampires and their (mostly infuriating) love lives.  I am not proud.  These books are the popcorn equivalent of reading.  Light, crunchy and they fill you up with mostly hot air, butter and salt.  Ok.  So the similarities aren't that great.  I just thought it had been far too long since someone posted anything, and , when confronted with a big expanse of white, virgin snow I will be the first to pee in it. (Not really, but I will stomp around in it with great glee).&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Heather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7092121188180139723?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7092121188180139723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7092121188180139723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7092121188180139723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7092121188180139723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/11/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, blah, blah.'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8905544586935359384</id><published>2009-02-25T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:45:15.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://shop.npr.org/resize.php?w=256&amp;amp;h=225&amp;amp;f=images/products/preview/11115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://shop.npr.org/resize.php?w=256&amp;amp;h=225&amp;amp;f=images/products/preview/11115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently listened to this.  It has the following stories, including my MOST FAVORITE EVER!!!  &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wfZSggDjdp8"&gt;Listen to it&lt;/a&gt;, and laugh.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yma Dream&lt;/em&gt; by Thomas Meehan  (MY FAVORITE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gorilla, My Love &lt;/em&gt;by Toni Cade Bambara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fix &lt;/em&gt;by Percival Everett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The H Street Sledding Record &lt;/em&gt;by Ron Carlson  (This would be my second favorite from this collection.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Third and Final Continent&lt;/em&gt;  by Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Valor &lt;/em&gt;by Richard Bausch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enough &lt;/em&gt;by Alice McDermott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8905544586935359384?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8905544586935359384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8905544586935359384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8905544586935359384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8905544586935359384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-recently-listened-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7928786194151491082</id><published>2009-02-21T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:59:43.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SaA69DD9WwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tTWK38g7krs/s1600-h/13%2520Reasons%2520Why.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SaA69DD9WwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tTWK38g7krs/s320/13%2520Reasons%2520Why.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305305181510785794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have already read this one, but I thought for those of you that haven't I would throw this out there again. It is a stunner. The premise is suicide, so for those of you sensitive to that you may get pretty pissed off at the character, and may want to bypass this one. But, for me, one of the attractions of this story was how the author was able to portray the emotions and perspectives of Hannah, the girl who does the deed (not giving anything away here folks). So, anyway, just to give a wee morsel of the book, Clay--teenage boy, somewhat shy and gawky, but cool--comes home from school and finds a box on his doorstep. Excited, he rushes in, opens the box, and inside finds 7 cassette tapes, numbered 1 through 13. Curious, he goes to the garage, pops the tape in the player, and hears Hannah--who killed herself 2 weeks earlier. The tapes are her last words, and her 13 reasons why she killed herself. The problem is, these tapes are only being sent to those 13 people; but Clay loved Hannah--so why did he get the tapes? And does he have the courage to listen to them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7928786194151491082?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7928786194151491082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7928786194151491082' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7928786194151491082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7928786194151491082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-reasons-why-by-jay-asher.html' title='13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher'/><author><name>ricracsally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14871660423171408183</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SaA69DD9WwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tTWK38g7krs/s72-c/13%2520Reasons%2520Why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4434220658554084022</id><published>2009-02-19T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T06:02:19.926-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>Paper Towns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/c4/c22311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/c4/c22311.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a reading slump, I am back in the saddle.  I've been whipping through about one YA novel a day.  Up first is my beloved &lt;a href="http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-heart-john-green.html"&gt;John Green&lt;/a&gt;.  Reading John Green is like hanging out with all my favorite guy friends from high school and college.   John's latest book "Paper Towns" is about Quentin "Q" Jacobsen and the adventures that follow after his next door neighbor Margo Roth Spiegelman climbs in his window one night.  John Green tells coming of age stories for the geeky, witty boy.  As those are my favorite types of boys, I love everything he writes.  He is crass.  But he is exactly as crass as all those high school and college boys I was hanging out with, so it works for me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My two favorite quotes from this book, (Although much of it had me laughing aloud last night.  After the fifth outburst, Todd gave up asking why I was laughing.):&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;"Getting you a prom date is so hard that the hypothetical idea itself is actually used to cut diamonds"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys discussing how to kiss a girl- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As far as I can tell, there are two basic rules: 1. Don't bite anything without permission, and 2. The human tongue is like wasabi: it's very powerful, and should be used sparingly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oh, that John Green had been writing 15 years ago so some of my former boyfriends could have benefitted from such wisdom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, the same themes keep popping up in John Green's books.  An idea that was underdeveloped in the last book becomes fully developed in the next one.   I just mention it because I could see being annoyed by that.  I think with Green the equation either works for you or doesn't.  I don't think you're likely to love one of his books and hate another.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-4434220658554084022?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4434220658554084022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4434220658554084022' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4434220658554084022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4434220658554084022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/02/paper-towns.html' title='Paper Towns'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-6984030624497307086</id><published>2009-02-08T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:16:07.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance author'/><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/13980000/13986024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 279px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/13980000/13986024.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last few years trying to let go of author snobbery.  There are many authors who I considered too popular to read.  I've spent the last several years getting over it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this in mind at the library a few weeks ago, I picked up this book by Danielle Steel.  I've never read anything by her since I also have a thing about authors whose names are bigger than the title.  (I'm against it, in case you're wondering.)  But this story was about San Francisco and the restoration of a turn of the century home.  I am fans of both of those things, so I figured 'What the heck?'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I may stick to my guns on my author snobbery from now on.  This book was awful.  A friend asked me if it was a trashy bodice ripper.  The answer is no.  There's nothing trashy in the story.  It's just poorly written.  Everything was said and said and said again.  She could have shaved off 75 pages by not repeating herself every other page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe she has better books, but I'm not sure I'm willing to try any more to find out.&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/6501290102585420828-6984030624497307086?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6984030624497307086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=6984030624497307086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6984030624497307086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6984030624497307086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/02/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3276943553950515636</id><published>2009-02-08T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:55:20.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>Falling In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51sOhxBh7IL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51sOhxBh7IL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to this collection of "Selected Shorts: A Celebration of the Short Story" while doing chores.  One story was about equal to one room.  When we were in NJ and devotees of WNYC, we listened to Selected Shorts every Sunday morning.  We just recently found it broadcast here in Columbus, and are so excited to have it again.  Check it out wherever you are and enjoy the readings.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This particular collection was called "Falling in Love" and included:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fires" by Rick Bass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Winnowing of Mrs. Schuping" by Padgett Powell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The Lone Pilgrim" by Laurie Colwin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Melisande" by E. Nesbit (and read by Jane Curtain.  My boys listened to and really enjoyed this one with me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Violets" by Edna O'Brien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Travis, B."  by Maile Maloy&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;Selected Shorts is an award-winning series of classic and contemporary short fiction read by acclaimed actors.  The readings are recorded live at Peter Norton Symphony Space in New York City.  The Selected Shorts radio series is a co-production of Symphony Space and WNYC, New York Public Radio, and is heard on public radion stations nationwide.&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/6501290102585420828-3276943553950515636?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3276943553950515636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3276943553950515636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3276943553950515636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3276943553950515636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/02/falling-in-love.html' title='Falling In Love'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8293856019725026575</id><published>2009-01-15T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:48:24.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As We Knew It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9Zb5lKPVI/AAAAAAAAACU/ya0HSmcZHgo/s1600-h/Life+as+we+knew+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291546423031643474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9Zb5lKPVI/AAAAAAAAACU/ya0HSmcZHgo/s400/Life+as+we+knew+it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dena suggested this one to me.  I couldn't put it down.  It's a teen novel, and written as a young girl's diary.  An asteroid hit's the moon and knocks it out of it's orbit, which changes the earths tides and magnetic pull.  This is the diary of a young girl, living with her mom and 2 brothers, during these events.  I won't go into the story, because I would probably give  too much away, but.. it's a  good story and  stays with you.&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-8293856019725026575?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8293856019725026575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8293856019725026575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8293856019725026575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8293856019725026575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-as-we-knew-it.html' title='Life As We Knew It'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9Zb5lKPVI/AAAAAAAAACU/ya0HSmcZHgo/s72-c/Life+as+we+knew+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2135341691221579351</id><published>2009-01-15T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:35:51.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half-Broken Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9GevslT9I/AAAAAAAAACM/KolhWl0iPHI/s1600-h/Half-broken+things.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291525581197103058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9GevslT9I/AAAAAAAAACM/KolhWl0iPHI/s400/Half-broken+things.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I really don't know how I came to read this book.  No one recommened it to me, I hadn't heard of the author, I just happened to see it at the library and grabbed it because I was wanting something to read.  Didn't even check to see what it was about. (which is strange for me)  Anyway, it's about an elderly house sitter who is staying in the perfect house.  She has just been informed that the company will no longer need her services due to her age.  She has no family, or place to go.  She makes up a son, and places an advertisement in the paper looking for him.  A man who has no family, no job, and makes a living stealing from people, answers her ad.  He also brings along a pregnant girl he has just met.  Together the 3 of them become a family and make each other something better.  They have found their place together.  Only problem- not their house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book has won the Silver Dagger Award. (I really don't know what that is)  This is not a mystery, drama or romance.  Maybe a little of each?  It draws you  into the lives of these characters and makes you ask "What would I do to keep my family together?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2135341691221579351?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2135341691221579351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2135341691221579351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2135341691221579351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2135341691221579351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/half-broken-things.html' title='Half-Broken Things'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9GevslT9I/AAAAAAAAACM/KolhWl0iPHI/s72-c/Half-broken+things.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7209139347526511600</id><published>2009-01-15T06:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:20:25.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The War of Gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9Dbt2LSWI/AAAAAAAAACE/sxXvJvNZVLM/s1600-h/A+War+of+Gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291522230625978722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9Dbt2LSWI/AAAAAAAAACE/sxXvJvNZVLM/s400/A+War+of+Gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you like the Ender series, you will enjoy this short story by Orson Scott Card.  It takes place at the Battle School during Christmas, where all religious observance is forbidden.  There is only one purpose, only one curriculum: the strategy and tactics of war.  The children are drawn from all nations, all races, all religions, and are expected to leave all their cultural differences on earth.  But they are kids.  One boy leaves a Sinterklaas Day gift in his best friend's shoe and that quiet act of rebellion becomes the first shot in a war of wills with the staff of the Battle School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 126 pages, but was an enjoyable holiday read.&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-7209139347526511600?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7209139347526511600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7209139347526511600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7209139347526511600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7209139347526511600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/war-of-gifts.html' title='The War of Gifts'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9Dbt2LSWI/AAAAAAAAACE/sxXvJvNZVLM/s72-c/A+War+of+Gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8827438818666181213</id><published>2009-01-15T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:08:06.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Hard Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9AWX116sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UR1SI36QUzc/s1600-h/The+Worst+Hard+Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291518840284768962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9AWX116sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UR1SI36QUzc/s400/The+Worst+Hard+Time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a terrific book.  I must admit, I  had not a clue about the Depression.  I had listened to my Granny talk about what they went through during the Depression, and they had it better than a lot.  They lived on a farm in Kentucky.  But after reading this book, I went back and asked her and my parents about the dust storms that traveled across the nation.  They could remember the days the storms came across.  This was dust from Oklahoma and neighboring states covering Kentucky and all the way to New York.  I can't imagine.  The author Timothy Egan, has a special showing on the History Channel, where he tries to recreate the conditions that these people were living in.  This book makes it come alive for you.  It generalizes the times, but also follows the lives of several people in a small town, in the heart of the Dust Bowl.  Best Nonfiction I have read in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-8827438818666181213?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8827438818666181213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8827438818666181213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8827438818666181213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8827438818666181213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/worst-hard-times.html' title='The Worst Hard Times'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SW9AWX116sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UR1SI36QUzc/s72-c/The+Worst+Hard+Time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8596452228160031443</id><published>2009-01-14T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:00:07.561-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GCr4adeYL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GCr4adeYL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like every other Evanovich story I've read: girl meets boy under slightly zany circumstances.  Boy is instantly attracted to her but scared of committment.  Further zany circumstances draw them together until they are in love but are too afraid to admit it.  Silly fight.  Zany circumstances bring them back together where love is declared and committment made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular one takes place in Williamsburg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utterly ridiculous.  And perfect for listening to while hiding in one's room folding laundry to escape the "whole house light saber battles" which my four sons currently stage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8596452228160031443?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8596452228160031443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8596452228160031443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8596452228160031443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8596452228160031443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4200323536350473689</id><published>2009-01-14T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:52:04.694-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>The Comforts of a Muddy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510GjkZvj1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510GjkZvj1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is book 5 in the Isabel Dalhousie Series.  I love these books.  I love most of what Alexander McCall Smith writes.  ("The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency" series, and "44 Scotland Street" series.)  Most books I attack with voraciousness and gorge myself on.  These books I can appreciate at my lesiure.  They seem to be written to simultaneously calm and entertain me.  &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/6501290102585420828-4200323536350473689?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4200323536350473689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4200323536350473689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4200323536350473689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4200323536350473689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/comforts-of-muddy-saturday.html' title='The Comforts of a Muddy Saturday'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-1307297292021851215</id><published>2009-01-12T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:20:08.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club Book'/><title type='text'>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0111-1/%7BA9B12FFE-527F-4FB4-A635-A0BAA2224535%7DImg100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 510px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 680px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0111-1/%7BA9B12FFE-527F-4FB4-A635-A0BAA2224535%7DImg100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our book group selection for December. I think we all universally agree that we loved it. Recommended for women and book groups everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-1307297292021851215?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1307297292021851215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=1307297292021851215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1307297292021851215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1307297292021851215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel.html' title='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4749286050756199598</id><published>2009-01-12T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:41:38.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>Montana Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0857-1/%7B998868C9-049C-4299-B57B-F3428831D5F9%7DImg100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 510px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 841px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0857-1/%7B998868C9-049C-4299-B57B-F3428831D5F9%7DImg100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've never read a book by Nora Roberts before.  Upon admitting this, one of my guy friends was appalled.  I was informed that Nora Roberts is as requisite for women as John Grisham/Michael Chrichton/whomever else is writing books to be read on an airplane flight these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unaware that there were gender requirements for these authors, but I'll take the comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Montana Sky" is the story of three sisters who meet for the first time at the funeral of their father.  He married and divorced their mothers before the daughters ever knew him.  Now these three very different women are required to spend one year on his ranch in Montana to receive any inheritance.  I will admit that I had low expectations when the three beautiful sisters all had three gorgeous cowboys to spend time with, but honestly the story was very suspenseful and enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My largest complaint is that I listened to this story.  Why is it that every actor believes that people in the west speak with southern accents?  It was extremely irritating to listen to the reader make everyone sound like they were from the deep south.  And frankly, even people in the deep south don't really talk like that.  People in Montana have an accent.  I've never heard anyone correctly immitate it, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4749286050756199598?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4749286050756199598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4749286050756199598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4749286050756199598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4749286050756199598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/montana-sky.html' title='Montana Sky'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7154013769275130982</id><published>2009-01-12T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:58:40.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PXLYZ1kuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51PXLYZ1kuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one is faced with amazing amounts of stress, what should one do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, one should read light and fluffy books.  If I want intense, I will kindly check back into my own life, thank you very much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that vein, I thoroughly enjoyed "Let It Snow".  It's a series of short stories written by three different YA authors.  The stories have a few things in common and should be read in order since they are sort of connected.  (I read the one by John Green first, because he is my favorite.  I was confused by a few wierd references until I went back and read the first story...um, first.)  The three stories take place when a huge blizzard hits a small town in North Carolina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I read it while it was snowing outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, yes, it made me happy inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7154013769275130982?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7154013769275130982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7154013769275130982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7154013769275130982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7154013769275130982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2822107239023937317</id><published>2008-12-10T14:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:01:09.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kushiel's  Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SUBHp2DCfDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6zjR-e7Cwbo/s1600-h/Kushiel%27s+Mercy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278297547486690354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SUBHp2DCfDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6zjR-e7Cwbo/s400/Kushiel%27s+Mercy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the final book in a series of 6.  I enjoyed it greatly, it had a fitting end.  The books are about a country called Terre d'Ange, whose motto is "love as thy wilt".  As the series ends it is mostly about the second generation, with our main characters from the previous books seldom heard from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this vivid conclusion to the second Kushiel trilogy (after 2007's Kushiel's Justice), young Prince Imriel and his beloved, Sidonie, heir to the Terre D'Ange throne, struggle to come to terms with the deaths of Imriel's wife and unborn son. Queen Ysandre threatens to forbid Imriel's marriage to Sidonie unless he hunts down his traitorous mother, Melisande. Then a spell convinces everyone in Terre D'Ange's capital that Sidonie loves the prince of Carthage, and she sails off to wed him. Only Imriel remembers their romance. He must evade deluded loved ones and work with erstwhile enemies to rescue Sidonie and pull the country back from the brink of war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is considered fantasy and the romance in the books are mostly a back drop for the intrigue and adventure.  Give it a try.  One warning, it can get a little racy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2822107239023937317?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2822107239023937317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2822107239023937317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2822107239023937317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2822107239023937317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/kushiels-mercy.html' title='Kushiel&apos;s  Mercy'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SUBHp2DCfDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6zjR-e7Cwbo/s72-c/Kushiel%27s+Mercy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7737060825385094384</id><published>2008-12-10T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:15:51.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>Just After Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SUA9go9sYVI/AAAAAAAAABk/gvRPPgaA_h0/s1600-h/Stephen+King.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278286394239508818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SUA9go9sYVI/AAAAAAAAABk/gvRPPgaA_h0/s400/Stephen+King.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Stephen King's latest book of short stories.  I am not a great fan of short stories, in general I can't connect with the characters in that amount of time, but....  I did appreciated this book.  There were several stories that I did like, "N" being one of them.  It was the longest also.  Several that I didn't like, they just seemed depressing to me.  Could have been me also, I tend to find that I have to be in the mood for my friend Stepehn or he depressed me.   If you like Stephen King read it, if you have never read him?????? I wouldn't read this one to  begin with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7737060825385094384?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7737060825385094384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7737060825385094384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7737060825385094384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7737060825385094384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-after-sunset.html' title='Just After Sunset'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SUA9go9sYVI/AAAAAAAAABk/gvRPPgaA_h0/s72-c/Stephen+King.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-16535920248282130</id><published>2008-11-28T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:43:07.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>I Heart John Green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nyla.org/content/user_1/Looking_for_Alaska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.nyla.org/content/user_1/Looking_for_Alaska.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with the book "Looking for Alaska".  People have compared it to "Catcher in the Rye" and I kind of agree, except I didn't hate it.  So that's new.  It was a boy coming of age story that was just enough angsty/witty/over the top/fabulous that I loved loved loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides, John Green is hot in that geeky, skinny, witty way.  (Which we all know is my favorite way.)  Here is a picture of said hot guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insideadog.com.au/residence/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/john-green2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.insideadog.com.au/residence/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/john-green2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Hello, John.  Will you anagram my name, please?"  (This is only funny if you've read the next book.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sparksflyup.com/uploaded_images/11409474-1-747524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 648px;" src="http://www.sparksflyup.com/uploaded_images/11409474-1-747524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"An Abundance of Katherines" is the story of  child prodigy, Colin,  who at age eighteen  is convinced that life is over for him because he's never had a Eureka moment.  And he knows that child prodigies never go on to be geniuses.  He also has dated and been dumped by nineteen girls named Katherine.  (Catherines and Kathryns need not apply.)  He and his best friend go off on a road trip the summer after their senior year to cheer Colin up after K-19 (or Katherine XIX) dumps him.   It is while staying in a pink mansion in Gutshot, TN, Colin begins work on a theorem that may explain why it's all gone wrong with all of the Katherines.  There are footnotes and mathematical equations on nearly every page.  There is obsessive anagraming and ridiculous random facts inserted everywhere.   I love this character!  (Mostly because he reminds me of people I've hung out with over the years.)  If by some chance, you don't adore Colin, you will most certainly love his best friend and fellow traveller, Hassan.  They make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go forth and read!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-16535920248282130?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/16535920248282130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=16535920248282130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/16535920248282130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/16535920248282130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-heart-john-green.html' title='I Heart John Green!'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8726228817174507320</id><published>2008-11-22T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:22:59.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Spider Monkey"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say we all went with low expectations.  So-Nobody was disappointed and we all found things to enjoy.  And make fun of.  Fun was definitely had by all, but that seems to happen whenever all these ladies are gathered together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWyI28NnI/AAAAAAAABBU/GB1Aht8qmNE/s1600-h/100_3920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWyI28NnI/AAAAAAAABBU/GB1Aht8qmNE/s320/100_3920.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699520696890994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fellow broads and broads in training waiting for the movie to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWyziCz2I/AAAAAAAABBk/bREyWC2hKx8/s1600-h/100_3922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWyziCz2I/AAAAAAAABBk/bREyWC2hKx8/s320/100_3922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699532151967586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Post movie, being as Twilight geeky as we could muster.  Notice the smattering of fab book club t-shirts.  You can't see the poster very well in this one though.  Hm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWy1rxLDI/AAAAAAAABBs/MQ1L8Tfrg6A/s1600-h/100_3923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWy1rxLDI/AAAAAAAABBs/MQ1L8Tfrg6A/s320/100_3923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699532729625650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWzJ6gAtI/AAAAAAAABB0/wRWgLp9i8M0/s1600-h/100_3924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWzJ6gAtI/AAAAAAAABB0/wRWgLp9i8M0/s320/100_3924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699538160124626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What are all those ladies standing in the bushes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjY7qWH98I/AAAAAAAABCE/C-tLf1qQhDg/s1600-h/100_3926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjY7qWH98I/AAAAAAAABCE/C-tLf1qQhDg/s320/100_3926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271701883328133058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, don't mind us.  We do this sort of thing at every movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjY7qWH98I/AAAAAAAABCE/C-tLf1qQhDg/s1600-h/100_3926.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8726228817174507320?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8726228817174507320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8726228817174507320' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8726228817174507320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8726228817174507320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/spider-monkey.html' title='&quot;Spider Monkey&quot;'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/SSjWyI28NnI/AAAAAAAABBU/GB1Aht8qmNE/s72-c/100_3920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-262275360580792391</id><published>2008-11-21T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:28:20.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIELD TRIP&lt;br /&gt;11/22/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOP WHOOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-262275360580792391?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/262275360580792391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=262275360580792391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/262275360580792391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/262275360580792391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7737301842613678966</id><published>2008-11-14T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:58:52.634-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>A Wind in the Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://childrensbooksforparents.com/books/0312368542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 274px;" src="http://childrensbooksforparents.com/books/0312368542.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The summer after I completed the  third grade, we spent a week at a resort in Vermont where my Dad had a business trip.  A co-worker of his discovered that I enjoyed reading and started listing all her most favorite books that she had read as a child.  At the time, I was more interested in going back to play in the pool some more, but one suggestion stuck with me.  "A Wrinkle in Time" by Madeleine L'Engle.  It was years later that I finally picked it up, but I was in the mood to reread it last year.  It's a different book to me now than it was then, and a part of me wonders that I got anything out of it when I was younger.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is book two.  I am reading through the rest of the series because that's what I do.  But, also because they are different than anything else that I read as a child.  I wonder how kids today would perceive them...  Anybody know any kids reading this series?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7737301842613678966?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7737301842613678966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7737301842613678966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7737301842613678966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7737301842613678966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/wind-in-door.html' title='A Wind in the Door'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-6748978708759037914</id><published>2008-11-14T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:39:21.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>Ink Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/4/9780061214684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 429px; height: 648px;" src="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/4/9780061214684.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sequel to "Wicked Lovely". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book still involves the original characters, but the focus is shifted to people who were peripheral in the first book.  Instead of so many piercings, this time we heard all about tattoos.  Which is fine.  But not my thing.  Although, the main character made one comment about ink that I found very interesting.  She had been a victim of assault and was almost obsessed with getting a tattoo because it was something that she could do to make her body her own and nobody else's.  I had never considered that angle before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book felt a little like a second album from a new popular band.  Said band takes years to amass and perfect the songs for their fabulous first album.  Then they make it big, the album sells, and they are pressured to put out a second album quickly.  And it kinda sucks.  Fans are disappointed, but hold out high hopes for the third album when the band will have had time to regroup and get back to their roots.  Ms. Marr are you hearing me? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us read it and enjoyed it, but found this one was a lot easier to put down.  &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/6501290102585420828-6748978708759037914?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6748978708759037914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=6748978708759037914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6748978708759037914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6748978708759037914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/ink-exchange.html' title='Ink Exchange'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8403454057699977709</id><published>2008-11-14T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:19:53.929-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>Wicked Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/articles/blog/1790000379/20070615/wicked_lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/articles/blog/1790000379/20070615/wicked_lovely.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A young woman who has the ability to see fairies finds herself sought after by one of their Kings.  This was the first book in a long time that sucked me in.  I read it in one day, which used to happen all the time, but lately hasn't.  It was nice to realize that I can still do that.  I read on another blog (sorry, I can't remember which one)  that "Wicked Lovely" is kind of like "Twilight" for Goth girls.  I would agree with that.  For instance, the main love interest is a guy with multiple piercings.  Marr describes these piercings (which seem never ending) in detail.  Frankly, that doesn't really do it for me, so I sort of winced through physical descriptions of him.  That being said, I enjoyed the story and the day long escape from reality it provided.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also did this as a book group book, and while everyone had complaints, it seemed to be enjoyed overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8403454057699977709?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8403454057699977709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8403454057699977709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8403454057699977709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8403454057699977709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/wicked-lovely.html' title='Wicked Lovely'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5315796754017019794</id><published>2008-11-14T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:11:50.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>The Graveyard Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/articles/blog/1790000379/20080806/9780060530921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 433px; height: 648px;" src="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/articles/blog/1790000379/20080806/9780060530921.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neil Gaiman is a little wacky.  Which is why I like him so much.  This is the story of a young boy whose family is murdered, but he manages to escape to a graveyard and is raised by the ghosts who live there.  Gaiman's stories take delightful twists and turns which keep the reader guessing until the end.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5315796754017019794?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5315796754017019794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5315796754017019794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5315796754017019794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5315796754017019794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/graveyard-book.html' title='The Graveyard Book'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-6577739796236344967</id><published>2008-11-13T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:53:36.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark is Rising Sequence</title><content type='html'>Ok.  So I loved, loved, LOVED these books when I read them as a preteen.  I thought they were cooler than jellies and those horrible pot bellied stuffed animals and scratch and sniff stickers.  Well, maybe not cooler than the stickers.  I still think those are pretty cool.  But I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fairly certain that I never read the first book out of the five, which I unfortunately purpetrated on you innocent book group broads.  I figured, "How bad could it be if the other four are so awesome?"  Alas.  "Over Sea, Under Stone" was an inexplicable snooze fest.  I am not really sure how that could be as the premise is an interesting one.  I can only assume that Susan Cooper has a genius for taking what should be a heart-in-your-throat-thriller and turning it into something that you would discuss blandly over tea and scones.  She pull that off in other places in the 5 book set, but never so much so as in the first book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slogged dutifully through all 5 because, by god, how could my younger self have been so deluded?  I am happy to report that the books get better.  I actually thought that the 4th book, "The Grey King" was a real humdinger.  But you need to get there by reading the others, and I am guessing that not a one of you feel motivated to do that.  Disappointingly, the final book isn't bad, but it isn't as fun as the 4th.  There were times when I was close to the end where I was looking longingly at my trashy vampire book that was next in line.  Never a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to assume that there is something magical in these books that appeals to a folklore/myth/magic leaning kid that has been lost in the transition into adulthood.  I will always have a soft spot in my heart for this series, but I have to be true to my self and admit that it could have been done better.  For instance, "The Narnia Chronicles" lose none of their magic when read by adults.  In fact, I would posit that their meaning and depth deepen with every new reading.  These books simply are not on that level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-6577739796236344967?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6577739796236344967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=6577739796236344967' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6577739796236344967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6577739796236344967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/11/dark-is-rising-sequence.html' title='The Dark is Rising Sequence'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8487028395550412771</id><published>2008-10-09T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:55:01.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to do with books</title><content type='html'>Joan, this one's for you:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOvIot-i6rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOvIot-i6rY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8487028395550412771?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8487028395550412771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8487028395550412771' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8487028395550412771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8487028395550412771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-to-do-with-books.html' title='Nothing to do with books'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3035061975539115742</id><published>2008-10-09T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:35:30.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Honeybee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mercerislandbooks.com/images/honeybee.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.mercerislandbooks.com/images/honeybee.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naomi Shihab Nye is the author of my favorite YA novel, "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Habibi-Naomi-Shihab-Nye/dp/0689825234/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1223555425&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Habibi&lt;/a&gt;".  The novel read like poetry in many places, so I was excited to see this book of poems.  One of my favorite poems in "Honeybee" is one that I came upon several months ago on a poetry blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consolation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;This morning the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was too terrible to deliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so the newsboy just pitched out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a little sheaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of Kleenex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another one that I really love is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;God said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You made it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then put it in God's pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God may have thrown it out already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much of Nye's poetry is centered on peace.  She has little use for the Bush administration, as evidenced in this poem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Culture of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;George W. Bush believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a "culture of life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is very interesting to those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who have recently died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because of his decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They discuss it regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What could they have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  differently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to be alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only they had been born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  in another country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or lived in a different neighborhood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the culture might have included them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Actually they liked life a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They can't stop thinking about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;their teacups and blankets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The scent of sheep wool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a warm room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Click of almond shells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in a bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That simple coming-home feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when someone happy to see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greets you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Never could they have imagined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being dead and thinking about teacups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also poems of little things in life that having nothing to do with war or politics.  This one made me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;While You Were Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;A crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a yellow Post-it note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuck to its beak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paused on the feeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beyond the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looked around twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nodded its head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then flew away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like most poetry, this book was very nice to sit and read for a few quiet minutes every day, and not all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I feel like I should disclose that I was not a huge fan of the poems about Honeybees.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-3035061975539115742?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3035061975539115742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3035061975539115742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3035061975539115742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3035061975539115742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/honeybee.html' title='Honeybee'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2246082222891630200</id><published>2008-10-08T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:31:22.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>Kissing Tennessee by Kathi Appelt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/015202249X.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/015202249X.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this book!  It's a series of short stories all about one dance at a middle school in East Texas.  I felt like it perfectly captured the essence of self-involvement that we all have at that age.  Every person is the main character in their own story and the whole world is watching them.  Anybody remember that feeling?  It's beautifully written and appropriate for 7th and 8th graders on up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Oh, and I believe that's a dress on the cover...NOT a tunic, Joan!  Although there are also pants.  This could be a whole new thing for us, ladies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2246082222891630200?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2246082222891630200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2246082222891630200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2246082222891630200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2246082222891630200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/kissing-tennessee-by-kathi-appelt.html' title='Kissing Tennessee by Kathi Appelt'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8168190479348453340</id><published>2008-10-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:55:29.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Melting Stones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tamora-pierce.com/images8_05/Melting%20Stones%20Hardcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.tamora-pierce.com/images8_05/Melting%20Stones%20Hardcover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book begins what I hope is another Quartet for Pierce.  I love that Pierce sticks with characters for so long, and that they make appearances in some of her other books as well.  This particular book is about Evvy, a young stone mage who has been asked to accompany two adult plant and water mages to an island to discover why everything is dying.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evvy was rescued from the streets and also has memories of war which make trusting those around her particularly difficult and lead to a number of problems throughout this story.  She does begin to thaw a little, but not so much that we are left with a tidy happily-ever-after ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since last Evvy was in a book that I wished I had reread "Street Magic" before picking this one up.  There were holes in my memory of her story.  Still, it was enjoyable and I look forward to the rest of the quartet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(AND it shows a girl wearing a dress on the cover.  I just mention it...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8168190479348453340?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8168190479348453340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8168190479348453340' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8168190479348453340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8168190479348453340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/melting-stones.html' title='Melting Stones'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4893415985046208736</id><published>2008-10-05T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T08:39:48.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.overlookconnection.com/images/AnansiBoysHC.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.overlookconnection.com/images/AnansiBoysHC.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute and funny in a way that only Neil Gaiman can make fraud, murder, and voodoo cute and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Nancy learns his father has died and then he learns that his father was Anansi the Spider. Hilarity ensues. I should say chaos, then hilarity interspersed throughout...but sort of an understated, sarcastic hilarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4893415985046208736?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4893415985046208736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4893415985046208736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4893415985046208736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4893415985046208736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/anansi-boys-by-neil-gaiman.html' title='Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080830191000252484</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7259146912908112239</id><published>2008-10-03T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:55:54.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Measure of a Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTl8hCQU-z0/SObm7AY_v6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8L7euFHMBn8/s1600-h/lady+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253139916765773730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTl8hCQU-z0/SObm7AY_v6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8L7euFHMBn8/s320/lady+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This book was enjoyable, but predictable. A good light read. I enjoyed the description of early San Francisco and how fast it grew.&lt;br /&gt;The most significant thing about this book is that it fits into our favorite genre, books with covers featuring pictures of women in dresses from the waist down. Maybe some day I'll figure out how to put a picture in the post, and you'll see for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7259146912908112239?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7259146912908112239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7259146912908112239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7259146912908112239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7259146912908112239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/10/measure-of-lady.html' title='The Measure of a Lady'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376838714884078571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTl8hCQU-z0/SW7a97fthII/AAAAAAAAAA8/TBgmJJlv1SA/s1600-R/mom.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTl8hCQU-z0/SObm7AY_v6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8L7euFHMBn8/s72-c/lady+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-1362343507142705398</id><published>2008-09-22T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:05:03.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club Book'/><title type='text'>Julia's Chocolates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/1142-1/%7B8ABF738A-7D9D-4848-9347-25749138191B%7DImg100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/1142-1/%7B8ABF738A-7D9D-4848-9347-25749138191B%7DImg100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our selection for August, but we weren't able to get together until September to discuss it.  We all enjoyed it quite a bit, which is interesting considering that we all found something to complain about.  Several of us were a little annoyed that while chocolate is heavily referred to in the story, Lamb doesn't go into the process of Julia's creations at all.  The characters are so wonderful that we all laughed out loud at all sorts of wonderful things.  I think we all walked away with a few new favorite quotes as well.  (Some of them better for polite company than others.)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we gathered to discuss the book, we had a chocolate fountain as our treat.  We all gathered around the table, full of various yummies to dip in chocolate (including bacon...but, never again), and talked and talked and talked until midnight.  I don't know if it was the chocolate or the feeling of female comraderie that the book inspired or just the fact that our book group has some of the coolest broads I know, but it was wonderful to be together to laugh and share and laugh and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head to the library and pick up a copy of the book.  But be sure to also pick up some chocolate before you head home to read it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vive la chocolat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-1362343507142705398?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1362343507142705398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=1362343507142705398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1362343507142705398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1362343507142705398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/09/julias-chocolates.html' title='Julia&apos;s Chocolates'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5535941673604683828</id><published>2008-09-07T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:00:59.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy tale'/><title type='text'>Rapunzel's Revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/articles/blog/1790000379/20080622/51evXunA-9L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/articles/blog/1790000379/20080622/51evXunA-9L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The story of Rapunzel as told by Shannon Hale and her husband Dean Hale in graphic novel form and set in a wild west type setting.  I picked this up from the library and when I looked for it later that afternoon discovered that my children had taken off with it.  All three of them had to read it before it was permitted to come back my way.  That tells you something, I suppose.  All four of us enjoyed it quite a bit on our various levels.  As a parent, I appreciated that it was a graphic novel without scantily clad, overly buxom women.  As a person, I liked how spunky the character of Rapunzel was and how she interacted with her sidekick, Jack.  (Yes, he happened to carry around a magic bean with him.)  A short and delightful read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5535941673604683828?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5535941673604683828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5535941673604683828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5535941673604683828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5535941673604683828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/09/rapunzels-revenge.html' title='Rapunzel&apos;s Revenge'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-46033036691373243</id><published>2008-08-25T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:14:42.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A totally unrelated item</title><content type='html'>I had a dream last night that Dee had managed to snag a guest speaker for book club.  Caleb Carr was coming to speak to us all about his most recent book on environmentalism (???).  Her backyard had suddenly developed this great outdoor seating area for 100.  There were ice cream sundaes for dessert. All our children plus a bunch of strangers were there to hear Mr. Carr speak.  Oh, and the male cast from Six Feet Under was there and they new me personally.  Good times, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-46033036691373243?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/46033036691373243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=46033036691373243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/46033036691373243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/46033036691373243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/totally-unrelated-item.html' title='A totally unrelated item'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-451909661715907993</id><published>2008-08-21T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T18:06:34.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire and ice series'/><title type='text'>A Feast For Crows</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SK4JrQ0cdFI/AAAAAAAAABc/iQaYrLy8B-Q/s1600-h/13706781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237134055532426322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SK4JrQ0cdFI/AAAAAAAAABc/iQaYrLy8B-Q/s400/13706781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this series!  Amy kept telling me how good they were.  I  just finished the  4th in the series.  It takes place during castle, knights, horses, etc.   It is very gritty and gory, but you can't put it down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is so much going on in these books I can't begin to  describe them.  I just want to say that they are  worth reading and I can't  wait for the next  one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-451909661715907993?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/451909661715907993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=451909661715907993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/451909661715907993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/451909661715907993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/feast-for-crows.html' title='A Feast For Crows'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SK4JrQ0cdFI/AAAAAAAAABc/iQaYrLy8B-Q/s72-c/13706781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8381025682437113726</id><published>2008-08-20T14:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:10:21.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More from Greg Bear...</title><content type='html'>Just finished Moving Mars...sci-fi infused political drama as memoir of a young woman growing up on the frontier planet of Mars. Earth is the big, bad superpower trying to tell the backwater planet what to do to fit into the "Terrie" vision of the solar system. Mars wants to find their own way. I found this book to start kind of slow, but worth it in the end. It's not everyday Earthlings are written as the bad guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8381025682437113726?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8381025682437113726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8381025682437113726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8381025682437113726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8381025682437113726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-from-greg-bear.html' title='More from Greg Bear...'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080830191000252484</uri><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-6501290102585420828.post-8233906980846690942</id><published>2008-08-19T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:05:05.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>The City of Ember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kidscorner.org/imgs/cityofember2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kidscorner.org/imgs/cityofember2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I picked up a copy of this book a few years ago at one of the Scholastic warehouse sales and sort of forgot about it until I recently saw a movie trailer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed this story much more than I thought I would.  I was tempted to hand it right over to my eight year old to read, but I think waiting one more year would help him enjoy it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise is sort of like "The Giver", but it seemed less creepy to me.  Two twelve year olds,   Lina and Doon, decide to switch job assignments and each come to realize that things aren't going so well for their dark city.  Lina discovers an old document and together with Doon they are able to puzzle out "The Instructions".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8233906980846690942?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8233906980846690942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8233906980846690942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8233906980846690942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8233906980846690942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/city-of-ember.html' title='The City of Ember'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3391007186744568028</id><published>2008-08-16T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T18:11:34.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/040608/155757__olivia_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/040608/155757__olivia_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book by Helen Fielding (author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridget Jones' Diary&lt;/span&gt;) is light and fluffy and fun if you are able to completely suspend all disbelief.  I mostly was.  Every now and then I'd think, "How could that happen?!" And then I would remind myself that I was reading a light and fluffy book and I should just be quiet.   Good for poolside, but I think it would annoy me too much in cooler weather.  What is it about the pool that makes it more possible to read ridiculous books?  Chlorine fumes, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I have a rant.  I have been reading lots of books by British authors lately, and I find myself wincing every time they try to write an American.  I'm sure that Americans are just as bad at writing the Brits.  (I also read books about Wyoming a lot mostly so I can shout out loud at the author, "You've obviously never lived in Wyoming!"  And sanctimoniously thump it closed.  Everybody needs hobbies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a list for British authors of things that Americans DON'T say (unless they are pretending to be British or have recently watched too much BBC America):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Rather".  We really don't use this word very much other than indicating preference.  Q:  "Would you like this?"  A: "No thanks, I'd rather have that."  Americans do not use the word "rather" as a one word response to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Lot".  We don't say "this lot", "that lot", or "you lot".  We say "These guys", "Those guys" (in NJ we say "yous guys", too, but we'll leave that out as common American usage...) or "Everybody".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  "Gobbledygook."  I'm not sure any Brits say this either.  But now that I've written it out, I may have to use it.   Rats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more, but that's it for now.  British authors, find an American to read your stuff first.  One who doesn't listen to British-English regularly.  It will make your American characters more authentic.  American authors, do the same for our friends across the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rant over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-3391007186744568028?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3391007186744568028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3391007186744568028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3391007186744568028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3391007186744568028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/olive-joules-and-overactive-imagination.html' title='Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7817308017427702154</id><published>2008-08-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:10:00.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...yes, one of those ladybugs is a guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SJ330F4hM8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/NO7GJi2tYDI/s1600-h/bonk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SJ330F4hM8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/NO7GJi2tYDI/s320/bonk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232610816378876866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having received a call from a magazine publisher friend who's starting up a new, ahem, &lt;em&gt;lad's mag, &lt;/em&gt;and is looking for some sample articles, I signed up to do a few book reviews. This meant that I had to go and look for books &lt;em&gt;that boys would read. &lt;/em&gt;I know, I know, it' isn't right on many levels to assign gender to a book in that way, but we have to admit that not a lot of guys are going to read the latest Stephenie Meyer--at least not in public. But the following book was so compelling--and the topic of interest to pretty much every adult I know--that I'd write a review of it for &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;type of magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex,&lt;/em&gt; by the same Mary Roach who wrote &lt;em&gt;Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers,&lt;/em&gt; isn't just about the history of the study of sex--ineresting enough on its own--it's funny as well. Roach gives a quick rundown on the whos and whens of sex study over the last couple hundred years---and oh, thank your lucky stars that you weren't around for the "good old days" of embarrassed patients and squeamish doctors delivering babies by braille! You learn why we think we know what we know about sex, and why we don't know what we thought we knew. In the name of scientific research, Roach even signs up for a few research studies herself and experiences firsthand what contemporary subjects go through to help science figure out how the birds and the bees, well, &lt;em&gt;work.&lt;/em&gt; Overall, it's quick, engaging read that doesn't need to be hidden in a plain brown wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;Tiffani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7817308017427702154?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7817308017427702154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7817308017427702154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7817308017427702154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7817308017427702154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-one-of-those-ladybugs-is-guy.html' title='...yes, one of those ladybugs is a &lt;em&gt;guy&lt;/em&gt;!'/><author><name>ricracsally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14871660423171408183</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SJ330F4hM8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/NO7GJi2tYDI/s72-c/bonk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4026016454725940784</id><published>2008-08-07T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T09:07:55.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantico</title><content type='html'>Just finished this the other day. Good near future thriller-type with loads of action and an ending that isn't necessarily all neat and tidy and all sewn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author is Greg Bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4026016454725940784?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4026016454725940784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4026016454725940784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4026016454725940784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4026016454725940784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/quanitco.html' title='Quantico'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080830191000252484</uri><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-6501290102585420828.post-2959873098583185254</id><published>2008-08-07T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T06:24:38.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Reacher</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure why I've not posted this before, but these are great books by Lee Child. Jack Reacher is the main guy and he's all a girl could want in a former military gone vigilante. He's tall, well-muscled, often sweaty, and he leaves without a messy good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Killing Floor is the first book, I believe. Lee Child has a website with a list...there are now twelve books and they're all good yarns. They don't seem as repetitive as other mystery-thriller type novels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2959873098583185254?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2959873098583185254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2959873098583185254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2959873098583185254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2959873098583185254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/jack-reacher.html' title='Jack Reacher'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080830191000252484</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4650667914882907085</id><published>2008-08-03T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:03:21.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>"Breaking Dawn" by Stephenie Meyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs27/f/2008/151/e/8/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc06.deviantart.com/fs27/f/2008/151/e/8/Breaking_Dawn_Cover_by_TranquilitySurreil.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. My. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight series, book 4.  Just finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in need of some virtual discussion, broads, because I am in the middle of nowhere.   Please leave comments!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4650667914882907085?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4650667914882907085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4650667914882907085' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4650667914882907085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4650667914882907085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-by-stephenie-meyer.html' title='&quot;Breaking Dawn&quot; by Stephenie Meyer'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2046303015761088515</id><published>2008-07-29T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:35:12.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana Gabaldon update</title><content type='html'>Those who read my last missive on Diana Gabaldon's Outlander series will know that I made some reference to being disgruntled if Lord John Grey showed up suddenly on their remote farm in the Carolinas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...  he did, as I know those of you in the know, know.  Could you feel me grind my teeth then plunge bravely onward 1000 miles away in Maine as I read it in front of a fire with the ocean crashing outside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2046303015761088515?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2046303015761088515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2046303015761088515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2046303015761088515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2046303015761088515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/07/diana-gabaldon-update.html' title='Diana Gabaldon update'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5550006358998874363</id><published>2008-07-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:42:23.140-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Better, I hope, late than never</title><content type='html'>Here, at last, is the summary of last month's short story extravaganza. Let me know of any errors or deletions you might notice. I probably won't do anything about it, but what the heck, let me know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dark Riders," submitted by Dena&lt;br /&gt;This was a popular entry, and much excitement was generated by the disclosure that this selection was written by Dena's sister, Tiffani. We can't wait to get our hands on her upcoming novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lottery," by Shirley Jackson, submitted by Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Well written and &lt;em&gt;creepy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A&amp;amp;P," by John Updike, submitted, surprisingly, by Emilia&lt;br /&gt;Able to set aside her disdain for the work of Updike, Emilia shared this story of adolescent angst and bravado. Evocative and nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pretending the Bed is a Raft," by Nanci Kincaid, submitted by Joan&lt;br /&gt;As this is my submission I can't really be impartial, but it did seem to be well received. This is simply my favorite short story ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marigolds," by Eugenia W. Collier, submitted by Beth&lt;br /&gt;Sad and sweetly moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Birth of a Superhero," submitted by Toni&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Private Life of Genghis Khan," by Douglas Adams, submitted by Heather&lt;br /&gt;Beyond funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Rose of Tralee," by Will Crider, submitted by Lynnette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Wildcat," by Catherine Boyd, submitted by Katey&lt;br /&gt;I was not the only one to love this story. There is definitely something here that spoke to the readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hair," by Jesse Stuart, submitted by Dee&lt;br /&gt;Another story with a personal connection to one of the Broads, the author is from Dee's neck of the woods. She reports that Stuart borrows freely from the stories of local families, and not in an entirely complimentary way. The sort of stories that are entertaining as long as you're not the subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5550006358998874363?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5550006358998874363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5550006358998874363' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5550006358998874363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5550006358998874363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/07/better-i-hope-late-than-never.html' title='Better, I hope, late than never'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376838714884078571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTl8hCQU-z0/SW7a97fthII/AAAAAAAAAA8/TBgmJJlv1SA/s1600-R/mom.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8752329109961335637</id><published>2008-07-17T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:29:47.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Angels by Tracy Chevalier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SIAAESpxRiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gPYxzG-b1hc/s1600-h/falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SIAAESpxRiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gPYxzG-b1hc/s400/falling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224175641476285986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most famous for her novel &lt;em&gt;Girl with a Pearl Earring,&lt;/em&gt; Tracy Chevalier writes about women and their role in societies that keep them in pretty--and sometimes not so pretty--boxes. In &lt;em&gt;Falling Angels,&lt;/em&gt; Chevalier gives us the story of the wives and daughters in two families in turn-of-the-20th-century London as Queen Victoria dies and the Victorian era dies with her. The story is told from several points of view as the daughters, Maude Coleman and Lavinia Waterhouse, grow up in an age when the old status quo of rigid etiquette for everything from "at homes" to dealing with servants to mourning clothes was all laid out in a book so that everyone knew the rules. The graying area between social classes, changing gender roles, conflicts of sexual and gender politics, questions of education, the fight for votes for women--all of these are played out between the two households, often near their adjoining plots in the nearby cemetery. This was the most recent book club pick for the South Park Book Club and encouraged hours of intense discussion, as well as the emptying of a few bottles of wine! The best thing about the book is the look it gives us--those of us who have grown up with certain rights and privileges and take them for granted--of how women from a not-so-distant generation lived. &lt;br /&gt;Tiffani (honorary member from Dayton)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8752329109961335637?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8752329109961335637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8752329109961335637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8752329109961335637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8752329109961335637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling-angels-by-tracy-chevalier.html' title='Falling Angels by Tracy Chevalier'/><author><name>ricracsally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14871660423171408183</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SIAAESpxRiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/gPYxzG-b1hc/s72-c/falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2762317104167123666</id><published>2008-07-07T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:55:07.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana Gabaldon</title><content type='html'>Let us all prostrate ourselves at the feet of this wonderful woman.  I have just finished the first 3 books of the Outlander series.  The library is currently holding out on me for the next 2.  They were, "Outlander", "Dragonfly In Amber" and "Voyager".  They are gigantic.    I loved every second of the approximately 2500 pages read so far.  My only complaint, and it is a small one as it will deter me not one bit from voraciously reading all the remaining books in the series, is that I thought it stretched the imagination some that they keep meeting the same characters everywhere they go.  Let's face it, the world was a lot bigger in the 1700's and Clair and Jamie get around more than most people.  So it is a leeeetle silly that they keep bumping into folks in Jamaica and France and Scotland. (If Lord Grey shows up in America I am going to be put out.) But other than that I am caught hook, line and sinker.  I can hardly wait to go on vacation and gorge on more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2762317104167123666?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2762317104167123666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2762317104167123666' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2762317104167123666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2762317104167123666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/07/diana-gabaldon.html' title='Diana Gabaldon'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8036826409086202957</id><published>2008-06-29T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:22:31.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><title type='text'>The Thin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGgwmlJieNI/AAAAAAAAABU/JwD3U2hulwY/s1600-h/The+Thin+Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217473607674001618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGgwmlJieNI/AAAAAAAAABU/JwD3U2hulwY/s400/The+Thin+Man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed this  book.  It was recommended to me by a librarian.  Not a large book, very easy read.  It's about a rich, sophisticated couple who solve mysteries between drinks and parties.  It's an older book and takes place during Prohibitation.  (seems like there is always alcohol available though)  I enjoyed it enough that I am planning on getting the movie to watch.  I think it is an older black and white film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8036826409086202957?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8036826409086202957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8036826409086202957' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8036826409086202957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8036826409086202957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/thin-man.html' title='The Thin Man'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGgwmlJieNI/AAAAAAAAABU/JwD3U2hulwY/s72-c/The+Thin+Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-2190362576741533650</id><published>2008-06-29T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:22:03.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><title type='text'>The Sweet Potato Queens' Book of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGgRM4jCAmI/AAAAAAAAABE/to3B9514Ofw/s1600-h/Sweet+Potato+Queen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217439081344139874" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 89px; height: 114px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGgRM4jCAmI/AAAAAAAAABE/to3B9514Ofw/s400/Sweet+Potato+Queen.jpg" border="0" height="113" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will either hate it or love it.  I laugh out loud over it.  These are real women down south.  They even have a website.  &lt;a href="http://www.sweetpotatoqueens.com/"&gt;www.sweetpotatoqueens.com&lt;/a&gt;.  The women have interesting ideas about love, marriage,  and children.  They have a huge following.  There is a St. Paddy's Day Parade down south and they march every year.  They wear around a size 28 and stuff the top and bottom and take in the waist.  They say that satisfies everyone.  The men who like big chests and the  men who like big behinds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are only so many Queens allowed, then there are the Wannabes, (the  women who are waiting in line, in case a Queen dies or moves away) then there are the Wannabe Wannabe's, (the Wannabes have their own following) the men in their lives are called Spud Studs, and their children are  called Tater Tots. There are several different books,  they even have a cookbook.    I do highly reccomend the ladies.  I just finished reading it for the 2nd time and still laughed outloud.  (Kevin says he is afraid of them) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-2190362576741533650?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2190362576741533650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=2190362576741533650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2190362576741533650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/2190362576741533650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-potato-queens-book-of-love.html' title='The Sweet Potato Queens&apos; Book of Love'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGgRM4jCAmI/AAAAAAAAABE/to3B9514Ofw/s72-c/Sweet+Potato+Queen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-1949307738571540694</id><published>2008-06-28T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T13:56:56.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Blood Noir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGZ8U9xSfiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J09P7fHpDXs/s1600-h/Blood+Noir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216993917975821858" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGZ8U9xSfiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J09P7fHpDXs/s400/Blood+Noir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have read all of the books in the Anita Blake series.  This one is the latest.  Not her best.  The only thing that kept me reading was the tiny bit of story line mixed in with all the sex.  The first books in the series are really good.  A story line that is not the norm.  About a woman who when she was a child raised her pet from the dead. (It wasn't pleasant)  It's about a time when vampires are citizens with rights, there are werepeople, (wereswans, wererats, werebears, etc..) and she becomes a Federal Marshal who has to keep them all in line.  She is also a Necromancer. She raises people from the dead so their family, lawyers, etc. can ask them questions that need answering and then she puts them back to death.  Really fun books.  BUT.... the last couple  have been more about sex than good story line.   I would recommend the first ones, but I can't say I would recommend the last 2.&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-1949307738571540694?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1949307738571540694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=1949307738571540694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1949307738571540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/1949307738571540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/blood-noir.html' title='Blood Noir'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SGZ8U9xSfiI/AAAAAAAAAA0/J09P7fHpDXs/s72-c/Blood+Noir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3473415482760153795</id><published>2008-06-27T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:43:54.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>There's No Place Like Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51WEt6xCouL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51WEt6xCouL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a problem.  Besides being unable to only read one of a series, if I read something by an author that I enjoy, I then begin a horrible binge in which I read EVERYTHING that they have ever written.   And if they have the audacity to publish after that, I usually can't even bring myself to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecelia Ahern is different because I got in on the ground floor, so to speak.  I read "P.S. I Love You" when it was first published in the U.S. and was ridiculously impressed at how well it was written considering the age of the author.  (She was only 21 at the time.)  I also loved its not so tidy ending.  It's tidy enough to leave me satisfied, but not so tidy that I wanted to hurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was "Rosie Dunn" which I noticed has also been publish under the titles "Love, Rosie" and "Where the Rainbow Ends".  I have no explanation for that.  Loved that one, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a departure from reality, Ahern has written "If You Could See Me Now" and "There's No Place Like Here" which are still about women with issues, but in this case there is something "mystical" to help the women work through them.  I think "There's No Place Like Here" was closer to the mark than "If You Could See Me Now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's No Place Like Here" is the story of a woman who has been literally obsessed with finding things since a neighborhood girl disappeared 20 years ago.  She starts off with the police, but can't stand to ever end a case, so she eventually opens up a missing persons agency.  Then she goes missing from our world to find herself in a land where all missing things go.  Every sock from the dryer, every piece of lost luggage, and many of the missing people she's been searching for her entire professional life.  The reader is left to determine whether it really happens or not, but it's an enjoyable story to read and as per Ms. Ahern's usual, not too sickeningly tidy in it's wrap up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-3473415482760153795?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3473415482760153795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3473415482760153795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3473415482760153795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3473415482760153795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-no-place-like-here.html' title='There&apos;s No Place Like Here'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3592799226938920434</id><published>2008-06-25T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T06:45:33.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Aunt Dimity: Vampire Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n242143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n242143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I discovered the Aunt Dimity books shortly after we moved to Ohio.  They helped me smile through that first sunless winter and are just as fun in the sunny summertime. They are about a divorced and recently orphaned woman from Chicago, named Lori, who is endowed with a rather strange bequest from someone who she grew up thinking was a fictional character.  Aunt Dimity had been the name of her favorite childhood heroine in all the stories her mother had told her.  In actuality, Dimity was her mother's best friend from England.  Dimity leaves Lori, among other things, an empty journal.  Through this journal she and Lori have chats from the great beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quirky, but lovable.  There are quite a few books in the series, and it really does help to read them in order...except for the first two.  You could read the 2nd one first.  Anyway, they hop back and forth between the U.S. and the U.K. and always feature a recipe.  Uncle Tom's butterscotch brownies are like crack as far as I'm concerned.  LOVE them.  This book featured "Jammie Biscuits" which I fully intend to make after we go berry picking.  Mmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books are quick and light without making you feel less intelligent for having spent your time with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-3592799226938920434?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3592799226938920434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3592799226938920434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3592799226938920434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3592799226938920434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/aunt-dimity-vampire-hunter.html' title='Aunt Dimity: Vampire Hunter'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8021669589608127506</id><published>2008-06-24T15:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:13:10.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><title type='text'>In Search of Mockingbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lorettaellsworth.com/images/Mockingbird2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.lorettaellsworth.com/images/Mockingbird2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the story of a 16 year old girl who has one connection to her mother; an old copy of "To Kill a Mockingbird".  It's the story of how this girl takes the book and her birthday money and sets out on an journey to find the reclusive author, Harper Lee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is more about the journey and all the characters she meets on the Greyhound bus than it is about the actual destination.  But it is well written and a poignant story of a daughter/sister/friend trying to figure out life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read "To Kill a Mockingbird" since sometime in the last century.  While this story references the book quite a bit, you can still get what's happening even if you're not intimately familiar with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8021669589608127506?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8021669589608127506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8021669589608127506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8021669589608127506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8021669589608127506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-search-of-mockingbird.html' title='In Search of Mockingbird'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-641190486890938644</id><published>2008-06-24T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:02:49.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>Comfort Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wirelessdigest.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/06/comfortfoodus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://wirelessdigest.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/12/06/comfortfoodus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read The Friday Night Knitting Club (a previous book by the same author) while I was training for the half marathon.  I did a lot of reading on the treadmill.  Anyway, one Saturday while on the treadmill somewhere around mile 6, I had tears streaming down my face.  I actually cared about the myriad of characters in the story.  I was able to shut of my brain to all the silly little implausibilities of the story and get involved enough that I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book?  No tears.  It felt like Jacobs tried following a once successful recipe, but it didn't turn out quite as well as the first one.  I didn't even feel connected to the food.  And I love food and books about food!  Food can make a whole story for me!  But here, it felt like she was describing pretty pictures of food and not the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it's a waste of time, but it's not a book I will remember with fondness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-641190486890938644?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/641190486890938644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=641190486890938644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/641190486890938644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/641190486890938644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/comfort-food.html' title='Comfort Food'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8376306386178963339</id><published>2008-06-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:52:23.462-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finally done'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Children of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_d9Fj8cmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IPagyuqa-Rs/s1600-h/Children+of+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215130935053021794" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_d9Fj8cmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IPagyuqa-Rs/s320/Children+of+God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I FINALLY READ IT!!!!! I know that most of you have already read this book, but I just got around to reading it. I either always checked out The Sparrow by mistake(I checked that book out 2 times thinking it was the one I hadn't read) or it wasn't at the library when I looked for it. (I know there is such a thing called reserving, but my mind didn't go there at the time) Anyway I fell like I have completed something left undone. Now I just have to read the These are my words series. NOT ENOUGH TIME!!! Also look I figured out how to put the pictures of the books up. (I just hope I'm not doing anything illegal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you havn't guessed by now, my kids stay hungry, my house dirty, and clothes unwashed. I have been reading a little too much. I also have read "In the Courts of the Crimson Kings" by S. M. Stirling and "Many Bloody Returns" a collection of short stories. &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/6501290102585420828-8376306386178963339?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8376306386178963339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8376306386178963339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8376306386178963339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8376306386178963339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/children-of-god.html' title='Children of God'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_d9Fj8cmI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IPagyuqa-Rs/s72-c/Children+of+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-294230005172854145</id><published>2008-06-23T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:14:50.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance author'/><title type='text'>Devil Who Tamed Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_cWNQz40I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zi8tZ8me9a0/s1600-h/Devil+Who+Tamed+Her.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215129167593726786" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_cWNQz40I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zi8tZ8me9a0/s320/Devil+Who+Tamed+Her.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I am prepared to receive much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridicule&lt;/span&gt; about this choice, but I love this romance writer.  Her characters are usually so funny I laugh out loud.  This is the only romance author I read and usually can't put down her books when I start them.  Her best are the Mallory series.&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-294230005172854145?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/294230005172854145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=294230005172854145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/294230005172854145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/294230005172854145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/devil-who-tamed-her.html' title='Devil Who Tamed Her'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_cWNQz40I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zi8tZ8me9a0/s72-c/Devil+Who+Tamed+Her.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4852110625225296002</id><published>2008-06-23T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:15:20.540-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Charlaine Harris series.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><title type='text'>Shakespeare's Landlord</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_abuSjVCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EDp3q6VKwcE/s1600-h/Shakespeare%27s+Landlord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215127063335490594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_abuSjVCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EDp3q6VKwcE/s320/Shakespeare%27s+Landlord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Charlaine Harris series!  This series does not have vampires, but has it's own kind of darkness.  I love her easy still of writing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4852110625225296002?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4852110625225296002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4852110625225296002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4852110625225296002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4852110625225296002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/shakespeares-landlord.html' title='Shakespeare&apos;s Landlord'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cto5eA32-tk/SF_abuSjVCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/EDp3q6VKwcE/s72-c/Shakespeare%27s+Landlord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-8161773473664425116</id><published>2008-06-21T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:17:01.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dena'/><title type='text'>(A Whopper)-Forever Amber by Kathleen Winsor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SF1dWdEhWnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yrpR_JF4J9E/s1600-h/for.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214426583906998898" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SF1dWdEhWnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yrpR_JF4J9E/s320/for.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I find that I too can't resist a big, long, epic book--so when I saw this on the shelves I knew it had to come home with me. Is it good? Weeeeellll, it isn't a runoutandgetit kinda book. The characters have very little depth, and there is a lot of repetition in the plot. On the other hand, it was easy to read (all 900+ pages) in a summer book sort of way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was heavily censored (supposedly only a fifth of its original size; Forever Amber was written in first half of 20th century during a somewhat more conservative time [if that is possible]), yet it still deliver lots of immoral behavior (always fun) and delicious descriptions of 17th century clothes and decor, with little social tidbit facts thrown in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, there is a movie based on the novel, made in 1947.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-8161773473664425116?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/8161773473664425116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=8161773473664425116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8161773473664425116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/8161773473664425116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/whopper-forever-amber-by-kathleen.html' title='(A Whopper)-Forever Amber by Kathleen Winsor'/><author><name>ricracsally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14871660423171408183</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SF1dWdEhWnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/yrpR_JF4J9E/s72-c/for.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5029771074539293038</id><published>2008-06-19T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T15:16:19.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>From Dead to Worse</title><content type='html'>I must admit I am a Charlaine Harris junkie.  (The Dead Series)  It truly is like potato chips for me.   Most of you have heard me talk of the Sookie Stackhouse books.  (You know Elvis as Bubba) Well this is the 8th in the series.  Fun books.&lt;br /&gt;Warning: R rated, not so much this one, but in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5029771074539293038?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5029771074539293038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5029771074539293038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5029771074539293038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5029771074539293038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-dead-to-worse.html' title='From Dead to Worse'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08555262040783994608</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3431930075008571371</id><published>2008-06-19T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T07:25:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outlander</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I just finished reading this wonderful first book in a (deliciously) long series by Diana Gabaldon.  Many of the broads have already read this book as they were the ones who insisted that I try it.  It was 850 pages of pure reading happiness.  I am one who adores a long, good book.  And I can be brought to the very edge of panting with desire if there is a whole series of long, good books.  So you may never see me again for the rest of the summer as I chew my way through these babies.  I would recommend them to any and all.  Do not fear the length.  Though the length will play havoc on my attempt to read 10 books for my summer reading list at the library.  Oh, heck with it!  I will just have to sacrifice myself to the series (and give the kids p.b. &amp;amp; j.'s for the rest of the summer) in order to read them all and meet my goal.  Gotta have the tote bag.  I just gotta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-3431930075008571371?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3431930075008571371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3431930075008571371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3431930075008571371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3431930075008571371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/outlander.html' title='Outlander'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-7813162943014721946</id><published>2008-06-05T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:33:08.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club Book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>Treasure Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.deadmentellnotales.com/onlinetexts/treasure/images/islandcv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.deadmentellnotales.com/onlinetexts/treasure/images/islandcv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our book club's selection from last month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't love it.  It was written as an adventure book for boys.  It's still an adventure book for boys.  My oldest son loved it.  I decided it was worth reading because it launched a whole new genre of pirate themed stories.  And now I can be done and never read it again...unless I have to...or if my boys want me to read it to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they'd just be content with the Muppet version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-7813162943014721946?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7813162943014721946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=7813162943014721946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7813162943014721946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/7813162943014721946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/treasure-island.html' title='Treasure Island'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5690713105779845405</id><published>2008-06-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:09:02.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='young adult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'>Young Adult Fantasy...it's ok to look.</title><content type='html'>Here's my current library haul...and a few favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artemis Fowl (read them all, loved them all...the graphic novel is also cute)&lt;br /&gt;His Dark Materials (just finished Golden Compass, 'coz I want to watch the movie - well done)&lt;br /&gt;Land of Elyon (read the Dark Hills Divide - book one; cute, very fast read, talking animals)&lt;br /&gt;Coraline by Neil Gaiman (Through the Looking Glass...shops at Hot Topic!)&lt;br /&gt;Stardust - not sure if it qualifies as YA, but the movie was kinda marketed that way. Very entertaining...the book - haven't seen the movie yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've finished for now...I've also borrowed the Inheart/Inkspell...Cornelia Funke series and Theif Lord and Dragon Rider of hers. Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5690713105779845405?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5690713105779845405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5690713105779845405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5690713105779845405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5690713105779845405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/06/young-adult-fantasyits-ok-to-look.html' title='Young Adult Fantasy...it&apos;s ok to look.'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080830191000252484</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4620104154657641092</id><published>2008-05-24T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:18:15.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Something Borrowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.readinggroupgold.com/jackets/large/0312321198L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.readinggroupgold.com/jackets/large/0312321198L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/319J7G1QWBL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/319J7G1QWBL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, broads.  Just these two in the "series".  They were sort of like "Sex in the City" meets "The Mermaid Chair".  (Note: I was very disappointed in the Mermaid Chair, and didn't enjoy it very much, but it's that sort of self-analytical tone in exploring breaking points that I'm using for comparison purposes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books are about a pair of friends, Rachel and Darcy, who have grown up together.  You start off hating the one and loving the other, but realize throughout the books that it's not that simple.  Everyone is a little bit wrong and a little bit right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I really enjoyed these books, but was a little surprised that I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4620104154657641092?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4620104154657641092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4620104154657641092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4620104154657641092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4620104154657641092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-borrowed.html' title='Something Borrowed'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4871872908812054424</id><published>2008-05-22T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:37:46.902-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Host is a dirty temptress to my puritanical schoolmarm intentions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heather'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Heather enters the world of the cyber broads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.readinggroupgold.com/jackets/large/0312332637L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.readinggroupgold.com/jackets/large/0312332637L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a book to post yet, but I am so inordinately proud that I sat butt to chair and got onto this site that I had to post something.  I am currently halfway through Sarah's Quilt, the second book after These Is My Words.  I am enjoying it quite a bit, but I have Emilia's copy of The Host lifting it's skirt at me, flashing a lot of leg and making come hither glances at me.  I am trying to hold out and finish one before I start the other.  Wish me fortitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4871872908812054424?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4871872908812054424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4871872908812054424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4871872908812054424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4871872908812054424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-have-book-to-post-yet-but-i-am.html' title='Heather enters the world of the cyber broads'/><author><name>Heather Snediker-Morscheck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09736146214836548101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8gjesB7NOYo/SDYHKpbHGoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/4ho7m5mrYuo/S220/DSC_0087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4137669913042029550</id><published>2008-05-13T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:11:14.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>The Host</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n242981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n242981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recipe for reading a new Stephenie Meyer book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ignore your children, spouse, and chores through much of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Feed your family cold cereal for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Repeat until you reach the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you all think about this foray into science fiction?  Were there enough differences or similarities between The Host and The Twilight series to keep you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuss, broads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4137669913042029550?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4137669913042029550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4137669913042029550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4137669913042029550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4137669913042029550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/host.html' title='The Host'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-3547403538922469319</id><published>2008-05-11T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:06:54.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><title type='text'>The Monsters of Templeton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/18330000/18330234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/18330000/18330234.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pasting a review from amazon.com, because it did a far more condensed version than I was coming up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the very morning Willie Upton slinks home to Templeton, New York (after a calamitous affair with her archeology professor), the 50-foot-long body of a monster floats from the depths of the town's lake. This unsettling coincidence sets the stage for one of the most original debut novels since &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/015602943X"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Time Traveler’s Wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. With a clue to the mysterious identity of her father in hand, Willie turns her research skills to unearthing the secrets of the town in letters and pictures (which, "reproduced" in the book along with increasingly complete family trees, lend an air of historical authenticity). Lauren Groff's endearingly feisty characters imbue the story with enough intrigue to keep readers up long past bedtime, and reading groups will find much to discuss in its themes of "monsters," both in our towns and our families. --&lt;i&gt;Mari Malcolm&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it, broads!  (Heather and Dena, Stephen King even wrote a rave review about it.)  Or don't.  We could save it for August's book...  thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-3547403538922469319?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/3547403538922469319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=3547403538922469319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3547403538922469319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/3547403538922469319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/05/monsters-of-templeton.html' title='The Monsters of Templeton'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5539695400740689064</id><published>2008-04-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:26:21.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>One For the Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clarelibrary.ie/eolas/library/images/one_for_the_money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.clarelibrary.ie/eolas/library/images/one_for_the_money.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like uplifting stories.  I really enjoy stories that make me think and look at things from a new perspective.  I love stories that make me smile, or giggle or laugh out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there are times when I just read filler books.  I read all of Meg Cabot's books because they are mental cotton candy that make me laugh a lot.  I am a firm believer that while it is delicious and fun to eat, cotton candy probably shouldn't be the main staple of my diet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg hasn't come out with anything recently, so I needed to borrow someone else's cotton candy.  Janet Evanovich was recommended to me as "candy bar reading".  I can go with that.  A little more substance than cotton candy, but with similar nutritional break down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I enjoy Evanovich's writing style.  It's just enough that you don't feel stupid for reading it, but not so much that it can't be enjoyed while lounging on a beach somewhere...or in my comfy green wingback chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should warn you, fellow compulsive I-can-not-read-only-one-in-a-series, that there are 14 books in the Stephanie Plum series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should also say that this first book is set in Trenton, NJ.  And she gets that part right.  Trenton is gross and disgusting and depressing.  (I'm sure there are lovely parts, I just never saw them.  I went to college in a suburb of Trenton and even the gorgeous old mansions were all crumbly and surrounded by ickiness.  Right downtown isn't bad, but everything else is not so nice.)   This series is about a woman from Trenton who becomes a bounty hunter for her sleazy cousin, Vinny.  It's not quite what she expects, but she survives the hard knocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for some summer reading, Broads.  Or in between stuff, either.  And yes, I will be reading the other 13 in the series.  I promise I'll seek help someday for this bizarre compulsion.  No, really.  I will.  Someday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5539695400740689064?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5539695400740689064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5539695400740689064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5539695400740689064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5539695400740689064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-for-money.html' title='One For the Money'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-9078228469160302718</id><published>2008-04-26T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:26:58.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>Queen of Swords</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SBN1Y9QbREI/AAAAAAAAAO4/a9v8uF4AcLI/s1600-h/books1"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193623866909082690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SBN1Y9QbREI/AAAAAAAAAO4/a9v8uF4AcLI/s400/books1" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just so everyone knows that there isn't some strange book club blog stalker out there with an odd title name, I am RicRacSally, AKA Dena--my sister and I (these days, I must confess, it is mostly my sister) write another blog with this title, so all blogs that I am involved in would have the same name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished "Queen of Swords" by Sara Donati. 'Tis part four of an ongoing saga, much like Jamie and Claire, about an early american family growing up in the forests of New York State. If you liked the Outlander series, this is a nice filler while waiting for Diana to hit us with her next 15 pounder. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6501290102585420828-9078228469160302718?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/9078228469160302718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=9078228469160302718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/9078228469160302718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/9078228469160302718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-so-everyone-knows-that-there-isnt.html' title='Queen of Swords'/><author><name>ricracsally</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14871660423171408183</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gwd4pxF3Fvo/SBN1Y9QbREI/AAAAAAAAAO4/a9v8uF4AcLI/s72-c/books1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-6106322304819112652</id><published>2008-04-25T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:27:23.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emilia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><title type='text'>The Miracle At Speedy Motors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n241129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n48/n241129.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just finished this, the ninth book of "The #1 Ladies Detective Agency".  The first one is still by far my favorite.  I was amazed that a man could write such a wonderfully believable female character.   Alexander McCall Smith has become one of my favorite authors because his books calm me and transport me to wherever the characters are.  It is always a slower paced place with time for reflection and enjoyment of one's fellow people and surroundings.  His books are wonderful to read if you are looking for something to take in while you have a few minutes of quiet in your day or want to enjoy a chuckle before bed.  They won't keep you up at night, but they will make you smile often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-6106322304819112652?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6106322304819112652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=6106322304819112652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6106322304819112652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/6106322304819112652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/miracle-at-speedy-motors.html' title='The Miracle At Speedy Motors'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-683429543961064723</id><published>2008-04-25T12:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:07:29.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linda'/><title type='text'>Pillars of the Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myeport.com/published/u/hs/uhse002/collection/7/9/image.8061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.myeport.com/published/u/hs/uhse002/collection/7/9/image.8061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pillars of the Earth&lt;/em&gt; is a huge book but well worth it.  I never thought I would enjoy a book about priests, monks, and building cathedrals, but it was fantastic. There is susupense, action, and romance--what more could you want?  I highly recommend it.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;Linda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-683429543961064723?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/683429543961064723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=683429543961064723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/683429543961064723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/683429543961064723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/pillars-of-earth.html' title='Pillars of the Earth'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10654178259390679802</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-5782053008567726897</id><published>2008-04-25T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T08:28:08.258-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bernardcornwell.net/images/bookcovers/Lordsnorth_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bernardcornwell.net/images/bookcovers/Lordsnorth_lg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi all. I've just finished the first three books in the Saxon Chronicles (starts with Lords of the North) by Bernard Cornwell and thoroughly enjoyed it. Lots of swordplay and pillaging during the reign of Alfred the Great. I'm in a medieval historical fiction rut and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in a medieval &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantasy&lt;/span&gt; vein, the new George R. R. Martin Song of Fire and Ice book, Dance with Dragons, is supposed to come out in September, so there's plenty of time to read the first four books in that series in anticipation. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading....I miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-5782053008567726897?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5782053008567726897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=5782053008567726897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5782053008567726897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/5782053008567726897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05080830191000252484</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6501290102585420828.post-4157161931167182787</id><published>2008-04-25T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:21:36.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club Book'/><title type='text'>These Is My Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.earthlink.net/%7Echameleon.1/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/these-is-my-words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://home.earthlink.net/%7Echameleon.1/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/these-is-my-words.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the selection for April's meeting.  It seemed to be universally enjoyed and appreciated (Though that could have just been us moaning over the deliciousness of Dee's cookies and lemonade.   Mmmmm....cookies.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These Is My Words" is a story about a young woman in the Arizona Territories in the late 1800s.  It's written in diary form and is actually based on some of the diaries of author Nancy Turner's great Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broads are from all over the U.S. (with a token Irishwoman) and we all thoroughly enjoyed this story of wagon trains, homesteading, building up a city, and a woman's life in general.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6501290102585420828-4157161931167182787?l=bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/feeds/4157161931167182787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6501290102585420828&amp;postID=4157161931167182787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4157161931167182787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6501290102585420828/posts/default/4157161931167182787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bookgroupbroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-is-my-words.html' title='These Is My Words'/><author><name>Emilia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16048808594518495647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eRQ30cz7nlQ/R8g-oVD-D4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/0ReQY8xB78U/S220/100_1667.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
