<?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-4054711496864155367</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:19:32.635-05:00</updated><category term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><category term='Matched'/><category term='Greek mythology'/><category term='astronomy'/><category term='Kevin Brockmeier'/><category term='Cloud Atlas'/><category term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><category term='Richard Matheson'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='New Moon'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Jennifer Weiner'/><category term='Mummer&apos;s Parade'/><category term='C.S. 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Clarke'/><category term='Room'/><category term='Lev Grossman'/><category term='The Magicians'/><category term='Jon and Kate Plus 8'/><category term='Mary Roach'/><title type='text'>Impudent Strumpet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1087654517681898859</id><published>2011-08-24T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T21:44:01.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Time to throw in the towel</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally time to admit that I'm not going to finish my CBR this year.  I was going for a half, and I've only made it a quarter.  Disappointing, but it's been difficult to find the time to read between working two jobs and visiting Matt all summer.  I have one final review that I could post, for Justin Cronin's "The Passage," but I'm too defeated to even bother.  Ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1087654517681898859?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1087654517681898859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-to-throw-in-towel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1087654517681898859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1087654517681898859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/08/time-to-throw-in-towel.html' title='Time to throw in the towel'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-4090038697319141847</id><published>2011-06-29T16:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T17:08:07.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s the end of the world as we know it'/><title type='text'>CBRIII Book 14: Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse edited by John Joseph Adams</title><content type='html'>As I was flipping through the book advertisements at the back of the last book in my CBR, the Brave New Worlds anthology, I found an ad for a book of apocalyptic fiction also edited by Adams.  Naturally, I had to check it out.  In Brave New Worlds, Adams demonstrated a knack for picking engrossing short stories, and in Wastelands, he didn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several stories that I thought stood out above the others.  "The People of Sand and Slag" by Paulo Bacigalupi describes a future in which people have been bioengineered to the point of almost immortality.  A group of mercenaries come across a dog, a species thought to be extinct, and try to figure out what to do with it.  The story was rather moving, and made me wonder, if pain could be eliminated from our lives, would love and compassion go with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story that I loved was Jerry Oltion's "Judgement Passed."  A group of astronauts returns to Earth to discover that the Rapture has occurred without them.  They're left to wonder if they're better off in their newly emptied world or if perhaps God will come back for them... but one of them doesn't want to sit around and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Bailey's "The End of the World as We Know It" puts the phrase in a different context - it gives a look at how one specific individual's world comes to an end due to a personal tragedy... that happens during the apocalypse.  It's incredibly touching, and I won't deny that it moved me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anthology also included several stories I'd already read, like Cory Doctorow's "When Sysadmins Ruled the World," which I hated the first time I read it, and Octavia Butler's "Speech Sounds," which is one of my favorite short stories of all time from my favorite author.  And, of course, there were a few stories I didn't really enjoy, like Gene Wolfe's "Mute," which is supposed to benefit from repeat readings, but I had to scour the internet for clues as to the meaning of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that Adams has several other anthologies out there, like one devoted entirely to zombie stories.  I'll definitely have to look for that one, and I recommend this one as well as the previous anthology to anyone interested in some wonderful short stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-4090038697319141847?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/4090038697319141847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/06/cbriii-book-14-wastelands-stories-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4090038697319141847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4090038697319141847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/06/cbriii-book-14-wastelands-stories-of.html' title='CBRIII Book 14: Wastelands: Stories of the Apocalypse edited by John Joseph Adams'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-385171630423875530</id><published>2011-06-06T22:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:51:02.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dystopia'/><title type='text'>CBRIII Book 13: Brave New Worlds edited by John Joseph Adams</title><content type='html'>John Joseph Adams is a man after my own heart.  He has pulled together an anthology of dystopian literature titled "Brave New Worlds" that spans the genre from one of the earliest (and best known) stories, Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery," to recent works by authors like Paolo Bacigalupi and Genevieve Valentine.   What caught my eye, besides the title that evokes my favorite novel, was the list of authors on the cover: Ray Bradbury, Orson Scott Card, Neil Gaiman, Ursula K. Le Guin, and so on - a veritable cornucopia of talent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a huge book, with 34 stories that explore all sorts of different futures and worlds.  Of course, some are better than others.  I couldn't put down "Auspicious Eggs," by James Morrow, which envisions a future where reproduction is the law.  S. L. Gilbow's "Red Card" is a clever little story about what happens when society gives a few select individuals a license to kill.  And "Pervert" by Charles Coleman Finlay flips our society's obsession with sexuality and ponders a future in which heterosexuality is seen as a perversion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few stories that I didn't care for, like Kim Stanley Robinson's "The Lunatics," which just sort of droned on and on for what seemed like ages.  But for the most part, this anthology is packed with fantastic stories with themes that range from religion to sexuality to how technology is shaping our lives - and the lives of those to come.   It even includes such classics as Vonnegut's "Harrison Bergeron" and Philip K. Dick's "The Minority Report."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this book is an excellent choice for summer reading.  The short story format is perfect for a day at the beach, or catching a chapter or two between cat naps in your hammock in your backyard.  Some stories are only 2 or 3 pages long, so you can read an entire story and still get to enjoy the rest of your vacation.  One thing's for certain for me - I will definitely be adding this collection to my library.  Adams has done a wonderful job of collecting some amazing fiction in this anthology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-385171630423875530?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/385171630423875530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/06/cbriii-book-13-brave-new-worlds-edited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/385171630423875530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/385171630423875530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/06/cbriii-book-13-brave-new-worlds-edited.html' title='CBRIII Book 13: Brave New Worlds edited by John Joseph Adams'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-8855380776192627723</id><published>2011-04-25T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T22:16:43.013-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie Fisher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CBR III Book 12: Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher</title><content type='html'>Carrie Fisher really needs no introduction.  If you don't know who she is, you've clearly never heard of Star Wars, so you're probably either a hermit or someone who was born in the last few years.  (And if so, what are you doing on the internet?!? Where are your parents?!?)  Wishful Drinking is the book adaptation of her successful one-woman show in which she shares the details of her life in the spotlight, from the scandalous breakup of her famous parents to the role that made her a superstar in George Lucas's blockbuster trilogy and her messy post-Leia life of drugs, bad marriages, and electroshock therapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a little blip of a thing, and I imagine it plays very well as a stage show.  I kinda wish I had seen the show instead of read the book, because I feel like some of Fisher's wit falls a bit flat on the page.  Still, it's definitely an interesting read - the section on her parents' various marriages and divorces alone was worth picking up the book.  I haven't read any of Fisher's other novels, but after this one, I might check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-8855380776192627723?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/8855380776192627723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/04/cbr-iii-book-12-wishful-drinking-by.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8855380776192627723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8855380776192627723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/04/cbr-iii-book-12-wishful-drinking-by.html' title='CBR III Book 12: Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-754676441915566010</id><published>2011-04-25T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T21:49:43.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angela Nissel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CBR III Book 11: The Broke Diaries by Angela Nissel</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, what drew me to this book was definitely the title.  Since we moved back to PA, we've been living modestly, trying to save every penny we can, so most of the time, I feel like I'm constantly broke.  So when I saw this book, which is the book form of a blog started by Angela Nissel while she was a student at the University of Pennsylvania, I thought I could commiserate with the author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.  When Nissel says "broke," she means down to her last dollar.  Thankfully, I haven't experienced half of what she went through.  I haven't been so broke that I flirted with the man from the power company to keep him from shutting off my electricity.  I haven't had to use my cat's water dish as an extra mixing bowl while making cheesecake because I only owned two bowls (yup, she really did this).  Her "misadventures," as she calls them, are simultaneously cringe-worthy and hilarious.  No matter how dire things get, how many phone calls from collectors she has to dodge, or how many weirdos at the check cashing store she tries to avoid, Nissel never loses her cool or her sharp wit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleased to find out that Nissel found success not only with this book, but with another that she wrote called "Mixed," which details her life growing up as a child of mixed race.  It made me happy to learn that because reading Nissel is like listening to stories from a funny friend - you find yourself rooting for her and hoping things will work out in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-754676441915566010?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/754676441915566010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/04/cbr-iii-book-11-broke-diaries-by-angela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/754676441915566010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/754676441915566010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/04/cbr-iii-book-11-broke-diaries-by-angela.html' title='CBR III Book 11: The Broke Diaries by Angela Nissel'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-3335407298175407032</id><published>2011-03-29T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T17:56:01.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Magicians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lev Grossman'/><title type='text'>CBRIII Book 10: The Magicians by Lev Grossman</title><content type='html'>It should come as no surprise to those of you who know me that I loved this book.  LOVED IT.  A story about a young man who discovers a world of magic that lies beyond our own?  I didn't stand a chance against this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Coldwater is disillusioned.  At the young age of 17, he's tired of his home in New York City, and the ever-pervading feeling that the life he's living is not the life that was intended for him.  He longs to discover that his real life exists elsewhere... like the magical world of Fillory, a Narnia-esque fantasy world created by an author named Christopher Plover.  Quentin is a huge fan of the Fillory series, and secretly compares his life to the adventures of the Chatwin family in the series.  A smart, sharp, brooding teenager (is there any other kind?), Quentin is on his way to an interview with a Princeton alum when things go awry - the interviewer is dead, and left behind in a file for Quentin to find is a manuscript for a sixth Fillory book - a book that does not exist.  Intrigued, Quentin opens the book and slips down the proverbial rabbit hole, ending up on the grounds of a school in upstate New York - Brakebills College.  He discovers in short time that magic is real, and he is being offered the chance to study it at Brakebills if he passes an exam unlike any other he's ever taken.  Quentin naturally jumps at the chance - could the life he'd been longing for actually be real?  It may not be Fillory, but it's something amazing and new, and worlds away from his life in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Quentin is a student at Brakebills, learning how to cast spells while trying to figure out his specific Discipline (a specific area of magic that he'll focus on, like picking a major at college).  This is no Hogwarts, though, and it's clear that there is a dark side to everything he learns.  As the years pass by, Quentin slowly comes to realize that he can do anything he wants, with the magic he's learned - so what is there to do when you can literally do anything?  He again experiences disillusionment and fears that he's losing the battle when one of his classmates comes to him with an amazing discovery - Fillory is real, and is theirs for the taking.  He and his friends travel to Fillory to discover the truth behind Plover's stories - and to discover their fate once and for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about this book - it's filled from start to finish with captivating adventures.  One scene in particular has stuck with me since reading the novel.  One typical day, while stuck in a boring lecture, Quentin tries to find a way to entertain himself by causing the professor to mess up his lecture, and inadvertently creates a spell that allows an otherworldly creature referred to as "the Beast" to cross over into their world.  Grossman creates such a permeating sense of absolute dread that you can't help but feel as terrified  and  helpless as the students feel in being trapped in the hall with the Beast as it stalks about playing with its prey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself identifying with Quentin's ongoing inability to just live in the moment and enjoy it.  I mean, who hasn't at one time or another looked around and thought, "Is this it?  Is this really how my life is?"  And even as Quentin gets the chance to live the life he thought he wanted, he's still not sure if it's going to lead to the happiness he's been missing.  I've read some reviews that thought that Quentin was basically a big idiot - he got his wish, what is he waiting for?, that kind of thing - but to me that just made the character more realistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard the book described as "Harry Potter for adults."  That's a very easy comparison to make, but I think the world that Grossman has created here is strong enough to stand on its own.  Brakebills and all of its students felt very real to me, and Fillory comes to life in the last section of the book.  Grossman is working on a sequel to be released sometime this year.  I cannot wait to read what new adventures he's come up with since he finished the Magicians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-3335407298175407032?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/3335407298175407032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbriii-book-10-magicians-by-lev.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3335407298175407032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3335407298175407032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbriii-book-10-magicians-by-lev.html' title='CBRIII Book 10: The Magicians by Lev Grossman'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-5995957273906953616</id><published>2011-03-29T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:46:34.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Hornby'/><title type='text'>CBR III Book 9: A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby</title><content type='html'>Nick Hornby is a British author whose works are well-liked and have been adapted into many movies: Fever Pitch, About a Boy, High Fidelity, etc.  "A Long Way Down" is a trifle of a book that I can't imagine would make a very good film, but it does have that Hornby wit that elevates it above a typical mindless read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Eve, four strangers find themselves on the top of Topper House in London, a building with a reputation as a last stop for those considering suicide.  Martin is a breakfast tv show host who has messed up his life due to a scandalous affair with an underage girl; Maureen is a single mother who has devoted her life to her (both physically and developmentally) handicapped son; Jess is a slightly loony British teen who hides a family secret; and JJ is the lone American of the group, a musician who is trying to come to terms with the end of his career.  Although they're all considering jumping, none of them are able to do it in front of the others, and they end up forming an unlikely bond.  The book follows the group as they leave Topper House together and, over the next few months, try to figure out what led them there in the first place and if it's worth changing their lives to they don't end up there in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four characters take turns narrating the novel, and it helps to hear what's going on in each of their heads.  Of all the characters, Maureen stuck with me the most, because she had the worst circumstances, and yet her life is the most improved by the end in very simple ways.  But I have the feeling that in a month's time, I won't even remember the names of the characters.  This is a very quick, easy read that doesn't leave much of an impression behind - not that there's anything wrong with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-5995957273906953616?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/5995957273906953616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbr-iii-book-9-long-way-down-by-nick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5995957273906953616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5995957273906953616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbr-iii-book-9-long-way-down-by-nick.html' title='CBR III Book 9: A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-4613331179820693179</id><published>2011-03-06T12:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T12:51:55.917-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cory Doctorow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BoingBoing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science fiction'/><title type='text'>CBR III Book 8:  Overclocked: Stories of the Future Present by Cory Doctorow</title><content type='html'>I almost gave up on this book.  It's a collection of short stories by Cory Doctorow, one of the founders of BoingBoing.net, which is a daily Internet stop for me.  I can always find something amusing or fascinating on the website, so I was surprised to find myself so bored with the first few stories in the book.  I'm not a gamer, and I'm not a tech geek or web geek or whatever they call themselves, so I suppose it's not really surprising that some of the stories didn't catch my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overclocked is a compendium of some of Doctorow's best known stories: "When Sysadmins Ruled the Earth," "Anda's Game," and "I, Robot" are the three that I'd heard of before picking up the book.  "When Sysadmins..." tells the story of a group of systems administrators who are the survivors of some epic apocalyptic event.  On the back of the book, the story's blurb reads "When Sysadmins... tells of the heroic exploits of sysadmins... as they defend the cyber-world, and hence the world at large, from worms and bioweapons."  And my GOD, that could not be a more misleading blurb.  None of that happens.  In fact, NOTHING happens in the story.  These sysadmins survive, and decide that they should do something, and after a whole bunch of nothing happens, they decide to create a government made up entirely of elected sysadmins, and then a whole bunch of nothing else happens and the story ends.  There wasn't any "defending" going on.  As far as apocalyptic stories go, this might be the worst one I've ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anda's Game" didn't fair much better, I'm afraid.  It's the story of a girl who spends her days making money as a gamer and stumbles onto a virtual sweatshop where teenage girls are working in poor labor conditions for little amounts of money.  It was an interesting premise, but the execution was rather dull, the main character was a little twat, to be frank, and it ends just as things start to get interesting and Anda decides to take down those in charge of the sweatshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only story that I truly enjoyed out of the 6 was "I, Robot."  Doctorow openly admits in his preface that the story borrows largely from Asimov - from the title itself to the three laws of robotics - and Orwell - he uses the geography of 1984, referring to Oceania and Eurasia in the story - and it's a little disappointing (there's that word again!) that the one story I liked is the one that is basically not his own work.  I'm not saying he's not a good writer; I'm saying I apparently don't like his work unless he uses the (more interesting?  better thought-out? more creative?) work of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  When I set out to review this book, I didn't plan on talking so much about how I didn't like it.  But the more I think about it, the more I realize just how let down I was.  I guess it serves me right for having such lofty expectations for Doctorow's work.  In any case, I don't think I'll be picking up any of his other stories or his novels.  There's so much science fiction out there to be read, why dwell on the stuff I don't like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last note:  "Stories of the Future Present" - really?  Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-4613331179820693179?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/4613331179820693179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbr-iii-book-8-overclocked-by-cory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4613331179820693179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4613331179820693179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbr-iii-book-8-overclocked-by-cory.html' title='CBR III Book 8:  Overclocked: Stories of the Future Present by Cory Doctorow'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-3636261412629551409</id><published>2011-03-02T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:01:57.781-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Weiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CBR III Book 7: Fly Away Home by Jennifer Weiner</title><content type='html'>Sylvie Woodruff is a politician's wife who has devoted her life to taking care of her husband, Richard.  She's written his speeches, set his schedule, groomed him, and raised his two daughters.  Her seemingly perfect life is rocked when it's revealed that Richard had an affair with a young staffer and procured a job for her.  Sylvie is devastated by this betrayal and seeks refuge in her family's beachhouse in Connecticut.  She needs time away from Richard to figure out what's next - not only for their marriage, but for herself, because without him, she doesn't even know who she is anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Sylvie's two grown-up daughters find themselves struggling with problems of their own.  Diana, the eldest, is a doctor living in Philadelphia with her husband Gary and son Milo.  Diana has worked hard to build a solid, perfect-looking life of her own, but she's found herself tempted to stray from her marriage - and risks losing everything in the process.  And Lizzie, the younger daughter, is a recovering drug addict who is trying to prove that she's not the black sheep of the family.  Both of the girls find themselves, like their mother, trying to suss out who they are, while also trying to figure out what it means to be a family when things are at their worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of Jennifer Weiner's work - I've read everything she's ever published.  I didn't think this one was up to her standard, and I couldn't quite figure out what about it I didn't like, but I think it boils down to trying to pack too much into one book.  Any one of the three major storylines could have its own book; by putting them all into one novel, they ended up a little compressed and rushed in order to reach the same ending point together.  However, I'd still recommend the book - it's a nice, easy read, perfect for curling up on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-3636261412629551409?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/3636261412629551409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbr-iii-book-7-fly-away-home-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3636261412629551409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3636261412629551409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/03/cbr-iii-book-7-fly-away-home-by.html' title='CBR III Book 7: Fly Away Home by Jennifer Weiner'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-8510347486464896394</id><published>2011-02-09T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:46:20.427-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CBRIII Book 6: Room by Emma Donoghue</title><content type='html'>Jack and his Ma live in Room.  Jack is 5 and has only known life in Room.  He has never been Outside.  He and his Ma spend their days with routines and chores like Phys Ed (running Track on Rug) and laundry (washing clothes in their little bathtub).  Jack sleeps in Wardrobe at night, because that's when Old Nick comes to visit his Ma.  Jack is growing up and beginning to wonder about Outer Space (what he calls everything outside Room).  As his Ma struggles to answer his growing questions, she finally breaks down and tells him the truth about why they are in Room, what's waiting beyond its walls, and why they must try to escape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room, the novel, is written from Jack's perspective.  I knew before I starting reading why Jack and Ma were stuck in the room, so I didn't get to experience the reveal firsthand.  Still, I thought Room was an addictive little story.  I found it hard to put down once things got rolling.  There were a few very tense moments that had me on the edge of my proverbial seat.  I did experience a little frustration at times with Jack's narration.  A five year old's vocabulary and descriptive ability tend to be limited, but I think Donoghue made the right choice with using Jack as the narrator, and with having him be only 5 and not any older.  I mean, how realistic would it be to have, say, a teenager as the narrator?  Could Old Nick keep two people trapped, especially if one were a healthy, growing teenage boy?  Of course, even if he were older, he'd probably still have the same sense of awe and wonder that 5 year old Jack experiences about the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing about the novel is how Ma is able to care for Jack with no help from any one else and using only what they have in Room.  She teaches him to read and write, shows him how to cook and clean, and keeps him entertained using things like old cups and boxes to build forts and labyrinths, and although he may suffer from a lack of social development, he seems to be a smart little boy.  It's amazing to think about how resilient a person can be, especially when they're doing all they can for someone they love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-8510347486464896394?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/8510347486464896394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/02/cbriii-book-6-room-by-emma-donoghue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8510347486464896394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8510347486464896394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/02/cbriii-book-6-room-by-emma-donoghue.html' title='CBRIII Book 6: Room by Emma Donoghue'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-4460103284665973274</id><published>2011-02-01T20:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:29:29.690-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mike Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><title type='text'>CBRIII Book 5: How I Killed Pluto and Why It Had It Coming by Mike Brown</title><content type='html'>There are certain things that I learned in school that I've never questioned - certain facts that I was taught year after year until they became indisputably true.  One impeachable truth was that there are nine planets in our solar system.  I'm sure many people even remember a mnemonic used to recall the names of the planets - "My Very Educated Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas" is the one that I was taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyone who hasn't been in a coma the last ten years knows that this is no longer quite true.  Pluto, the lonely ninth planet at the farthest reach of our solar system, has been kicked out of the club and relabeled a "dwarf planet."  And Mike Brown, an astronomer from CalTech, is solely to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not "solely."  But it was Mike and his team's discovery of several large, planet-sized objects in the Kuiper belt outside our solar system that set off a chain reaction of planetary announcements, attempted discovery-thefts, and meetings of the International Astronomical Union (IAU) that eventually led to Pluto's ousting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown brings his intelligence and passion for astronomy to his story.  What would seem to be a fairly straightforward memoir, beginning with his schooling and recounting how he met his wife and started a family while working on his career, is spiced up a bit with the revelation that Brown's work was almost stolen by a group of scientists in Spain.  You see, in the field of astronomy, the basic unspoken rule is "He who announces it first, discovered it."  Basically, if Scientist A finds a planet, and then the next day Scientist B finds it, and Scientist B announces his discovery first, then Scientist B gets all the glory.  Brown makes a strong argument for why scientists shouldn't rush into such announcements - it's better to do the research and compile all the facts first before making lofty announcements.  That way, there's no need to retract anything - imagine, for example, announcing you found a planet twice the size of Pluto, only to later realize it's actually only half the size.  Why not save looking like a greedy fool and wait until you have all the facts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another subject that Brown discusses in depth is the definition of the word "planet."  In astronomy, it turns out there is no real concrete definition.  As the science has evolved over hundreds of years, the word has changed as well.  Normally, when most people think of the word, they think of large objects that revolve around the sun.  But does that also mean that asteroids should count?  Or moons?  How large is large?  In the end, the IAU had to come to a decision about what counted as a planet and what didn't, and as a result, Pluto's fate hung in the balance along with Brown's discoveries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I knew the eventual outcome for Pluto, there was still a bit of suspense in regards to the IAU's decisions.  I never realized how much I had taken the word "planet" for granted.  But I suppose it makes sense since, in the grand scheme of things, we truly know very little about our universe.  We're still learning every day, and like with any science, terminology and long-standing "truths" are bound to change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been very interested in astronomy, but I still found this to be a great little read.  It's definitely worth a look, especially if you've always wondered why Pluto lost its status as a planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-4460103284665973274?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/4460103284665973274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/02/cbriii-book-5-how-i-killed-pluto-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4460103284665973274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4460103284665973274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/02/cbriii-book-5-how-i-killed-pluto-and.html' title='CBRIII Book 5: How I Killed Pluto and Why It Had It Coming by Mike Brown'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-4117623046806173783</id><published>2011-01-12T20:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:36:00.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matched'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dystopia'/><title type='text'>CBRIII Book 4: Matched by Ally Condie</title><content type='html'>If there's anything that's evident from my CBR last year, it's that I have no qualms about reading YA novels.  In fact, reflecting upon everything I've read in the last 10 years since I turned 18 and became an adult (at least legally), some of the best novels I've read have been YA - the Hunger Games trilogy, His Dark Materials trilogy, and, of course, the Harry Potter series.  So when I heard about a new novel called "Matched" that appeared to be in the future dystopia vein like the Hunger Games, I couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassia Reyes lives in the Society, a totalitarian state.  The author is pretty vague about the Society, not mentioning where it is located (there are provinces that are named, but no countries) or how it came to be.  All we're told is that it exists, it controls the lives of its people in order to give them long-lasting lives free of struggle or problems, and it values adherence to strict rules above all.  Cassia's whole life is monitored, from how she performs in school to how she works out on a treadmill at home to how she works as a "sorter," and this data is compiled and used to plan out her life - what job she will be assigned, where she will live, and who she will marry.  Her entire life is controlled right down to her possessions - she is allowed one "artifact," an item from a time before the Society existed.  In her case, she has a golden compact handed down to her from her Grandmother.  Even her meals are controlled - all citizens are given specially-delivered meals that have been nutritionally-balanced for each specific person, in order to make sure they are as healthy as can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the story, Cassia is on her way to her Matching banquet, at which she and dozens of other teens will be introduced to their future mates.  When it is her turn, she is surprised to learn that her future husband will be none other than her lifelong friend Xander.  Xander and Cassia are given special microcards to read on their "ports" (computers) at home that will tell them all about what to expect now that they are Matched.  Cassia returns home and excitedly puts the card into the port, expecting to see all she needs to know about Xander.  But instead, a completely different face flashes on her screen and then it goes black.  Cassia is stunned - could the Society have made a mistake?  Was she given the wrong Match?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matched follows the basic storyline of a person in a so-called "perfect" society who slowly begins to realize that things aren't as they seem.  After she sees the other face, which happens to be that of another friend, Ky (not a spoiler to mention this), she begins to question what the Society really is doing by controlling its citizens lives.  By taking away their ability to make choices, is the Society helping them or hurting them?  And why did she see Ky's face - what is the explanation for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the story does unfold in a somewhat predictable way, I was thrown a bit by the reasoning behind the microcard error.  I won't spoil it here, but I will just say that I thought the author was going one route with it and the explanation given was not what I was expecting.  Overall, the story is entertaining, but frustratingly vague.  I wanted to know more about the Society, but the story is definitely more about Cassia's awakening and, of course, her love life, since she's torn between two boys.  Still, the author leaves the ending open for another book, and if there is a sequel, I will pick it up to see what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-4117623046806173783?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/4117623046806173783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbriii-book-4-matched-by-ally-condie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4117623046806173783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4117623046806173783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbriii-book-4-matched-by-ally-condie.html' title='CBRIII Book 4: Matched by Ally Condie'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1531997861289644598</id><published>2011-01-02T20:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:39:53.711-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hermaphrodites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CBRIII Book 3: Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Middlesex&lt;/span&gt; is a sprawling coming-of-age tale of Cal Stephanides, a Greek-American who was born and raised in Detroit in the 1960s.  That's the simplest description of the book that I can come up with.  But there's more to the novel, and more to the protagonist as well:  Cal is a hermaphrodite (this isn't spoiling anything to mention it) who was raised as a girl named Callie.  In order to tell his life story, Cal has to start at the very beginning - when his grandparents Lefty and Desdemona fled Smyrna in the 1920s to start a new life in America (while guarding a dark secret).  His story continues with his parents Tessie and Milton and their struggles to conceive a daughter, which leads to his own story of growing up and trying to figure out exactly who and what he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be hard to discuss this book without mentioning more specific details.  So I'm going to go ahead and state that if you have not read it, be warned: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spoilers&lt;/span&gt; abound from here on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not put this book down.  That's the highest praise I can give for any book - well, that and the fact that phrases from it have stuck with me.  Eugenides takes a fascinating subject - hermaphroditism - and sets it in a fully-fleshed-out world of Greek immigrants and middle class Detroit denizens.  The book could have easily veered into "freak-of-the-week" territory, but Eugenides avoids that by making Cal a very realistic character.  You feel his sense of wonder as he ponders about his grandparents - about the choice they made and the repercussions of that choice that echo down the generations in Cal's very genes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that choice I mention is, of course, their decision to hide the fact that they are brother and sister.  They marry and begin a family together, despite Desdemona's fears that their children will be punished for their sin.  I've always been fascinated by moral quandaries - what keeps someone from doing something that's wrong or bad?  In this case, Lefty &amp;amp; his wife were tempted by the fact that no one would ever know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the book is more than just a coming-of-age tale.  It presents a good depiction of the life of immigrants in the early 20th century, and it frames the story of the Stephanides family in the story of the rise and fall of Detroit.  But beyond all of that, i's also a discussion of nature vs. nurture.  Obviously, genetics plays a major role in Cal's intersexed condition.  (I don't think "condition" is the right word I'm looking for, but I'm at a loss.)  But nurture is very important too.  Cal was raised as a girl, and he faces a tough decision - does he ignore everything that science would tell him and continue as Callie, or does he embrace his genetic destiny at the cost of changing everything he's ever known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one qualm with the book would be the revelation of Lefty and Desdemona's incest.  It's implied that this is the reason for the genetic anomaly that causes Cal's hermaphroditism, which makes it a big deal, in my opinion.  I was expecting a big dramatic scene where Desdemona confesses her secret to the family, but she only mentions it to Cal, and it's revealed and then dropped over a few paragraphs.  But maybe I missed the point of it all.  Maybe that was what Eugenides was trying to say - that in the end, it wasn't very important because it wasn't the only influence in Cal's life - he wasn't bound to his genetic destiny any more than his grandmother was bound to her shameful secret.  He was free to live his life as he chose, no matter what his karyotype might say.  Or maybe I'm finding answers that aren't really there.  Either way, I think that Cal's story is going to stay with me for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1531997861289644598?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1531997861289644598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbriii-book-3-middlesex-by-jeffrey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1531997861289644598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1531997861289644598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbriii-book-3-middlesex-by-jeffrey.html' title='CBRIII Book 3: Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-4917292114378991386</id><published>2011-01-02T20:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T21:04:08.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Matheson'/><title type='text'>CBR III Book 2: I Am Legend and Other Stories by Richard Matheson</title><content type='html'>Everyone is familiar with Richard Matheson's best known work, "I Am Legend."  It's the subject of three different movies, each a slightly different take on the story of the last man alive after the rest of the world has been turned into monsters.  Reading the original tale, it's no wonder so many people have wanted to bring it to the big screen.  It's an excellent tale of one man's lonely struggle to remain sane while the monsters outside cry for his blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matheson's writing is dark and forboding, and he's fond of twists, so it's no wonder he used to write for the Twilight Zone series.  The second half of this book is a collection of his short stories.  Two in particular stand out in my memory:  "Mad House," in which a man's anger at his deteriorating marriage and stalled career has an unexpected effect on his home; and "Person to Person," the last story in the collection.  In "Person to Person," a man wakes one night to hear a phone ringing in his own head.  He finally answers it, only to have another voice speak to him.  Who is it?  Is it really a man who claims to work for the government running an experiment, or is it something more sinister and close to home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed reading Matheson's short stories.  I might have to seek out his other works.  It's easy to see his influence now in Stephen King's work.  I recommend him to anyone looking for some good old fashioned horror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-4917292114378991386?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/4917292114378991386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbriii-book-2-i-am-legend-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4917292114378991386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4917292114378991386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbriii-book-2-i-am-legend-and-other.html' title='CBR III Book 2: I Am Legend and Other Stories by Richard Matheson'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7001270379158551911</id><published>2011-01-02T20:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:37:02.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Roach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CBR III Book 1: Stiff: the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach</title><content type='html'>Death is an inevitability that most of us prefer not to dwell upon.  Even less pleasant to consider is what to do with the remains of the deceased.  It is this subject that Mary Roach decided to research and write about with her usual wit in her novel "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers."  Roach, never one to shy away from the weird or unpleasant, brings her dark sense of humor to a topic that covers everything from the typical ways of dealing with corpses - burying or cremating - to donating your remains to science, medicine, or the military, to other more interesting and lesser known options - such as composting or dissolving the remains in lye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea there were so many choices for what to do with your body after you've passed on.  I knew the obvious choices - be buried/cremated or donate your remains - but beyond that, I knew very little.  Roach not only discusses all the different ways corpses can be handled, she delves into the history of how we've handled our dead, and looks to how it may change in the future.  One current option that is gaining traction in Sweden is composting cadavers.  People who choose this path would be used to help a ceremonial tree or bush planted in their honor to grow.  Frankly, I think that's a lovely idea, and in this day of growing environmental concerns, who wouldn't want to go on helping the earth after they're gone?  Of course, ideas like that are only beginning to bud (sorry) - as a species we're still fairly uneasy about death and handling corpses.  We still have far to go before such an option becomes widely accepted.  Roach encourages her readers to think about what to do with their own bodies, and I like the idea of donating myself to science, in the hopes that someone might be able to use me to help others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7001270379158551911?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7001270379158551911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbr-iii-book-1-stiff-curious-lives-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7001270379158551911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7001270379158551911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2011/01/cbr-iii-book-1-stiff-curious-lives-of.html' title='CBR III Book 1: Stiff: the Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-6219068366902141637</id><published>2010-10-27T19:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T19:34:52.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unicorns are scary'/><title type='text'>CR Book 27: Rampant by Diana Peterfreund</title><content type='html'>My final entry in this year's CR (it ends in November, right?) was crap.  Utter crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I was drawn to this book after I heard the basic premise.  Two words:  "Killer unicorns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds awesome, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid Llewelyn is a sixteen year old girl who dreams of becoming a doctor.  She's a typical teen girl, caustically sarcastic, constantly fending off her boyfriend's advances and fighting with her mother.  She and her mother Lilith don't see eye to eye on most things, the biggest of which is her mom's firm belief in the existence of unicorns.  But these aren't your typical, fluffy, friendly unicorns, the kind you might see Robocop riding.  No, these are the venomous, snarling, bloodthirsty beasts Robocop probably wishes he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; ride.  And according to Lilith, Astrid is descended from an Order of unicorn hunters known as the Order of the Lioness, which extends back to Alexander the Great's descendants.  Astrid, naturally, believes her mother is loopy and that unicorns are mythical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one night, as Astrid is trying to keep her boyfriend out of her pants, they're attacked by a wild unicorn.  Astrid calls her mother in a panic after the boy is mortally wounded, and Lilith arrives with something called "the Remedy," which is somehow extracted from unicorns and has magically healing abilities.  Not long after the attack, Lilith informs Astrid that the unicorns are reemerging, and the Order must stand once more to fight... which means Astrid will be moving to Rome post-haste to live in a Cloister and train to be a hunter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a Cloister.  Because only virgin girls can fight unicorns.  They are drawn to the girls because the girls possess a "potentia illicere," which the author never bothered to explain and my Google-fu tells me that it roughly translates to "alluring power."  So, magic.  Or whatever.  Unicorns like 'em pure, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Astrid goes to Rome, meets the other virgins who have been sent to the Cloister, and tries to amp herself up to devote herself to fighting unicorns.  It's not as easy as it sounds, though, as unicorns possess super healing abilities - you basically have to cut off their heads or cut out their hearts to get them to die.  And Astrid feels like her mother has forced her into this life, which she basically has, and tries to find a way out.  The most obvious way?  Lose her virginity.  Enter Giovanni, an American going to school in Rome.  Will Astrid give in to temptation?  Or will she stay true to her calling and protect the world from the scary horsies? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you even care?  Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first gut reaction to reading this book was, Look, another lame attempt to cash in on the supernatural craze kicked off by Twilight!  Seriously.  I think when Stephanie Meyer finished her last novel, she created this vortex of Suck that could only be filled by more Suck, and that's how this book ended up getting published.  This one WAS published in 2009, but who knows, maybe it was kicking around before Twilight hit the presses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'll be honest.  I really wanted this book to be one of those so-bad-it's-good novels.  But it's not.  It's just BAD.  Astrid is insufferable (rather like whiny Bella);  she bitches and moans about everything.  The unicorn stuff needed to be totally balls-out crazy, and the creatures needed to be terrifyingly scary, but the author kept undercutting their fearsomeness, like by giving the girls a pet unicorn named Bonegrinder who sounded rather adorable.  The book kept forgetting its own rules and tripping up over details.  For instance, regular people (aka not hunters) can't see unicorns because they're unable to see magical things.  But then Giovanni is able to see them and it's never really addressed why he can or why the Don of the Cloister can as well.  And then there's a whole subplot about the Remedy that goes nowhere until it's conveniently mentioned again at the end of the book, perhaps setting up a sequel (oh let's hope not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this one is going to catch on like Twilight did.  I just don't think the world wants scary unicorns.  And I can't blame them.  Now if you'll excuse me, I have a book to donate to Goodwill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-6219068366902141637?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/6219068366902141637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/10/cr-book-27-rampant-by-diana-peterfreund.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6219068366902141637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6219068366902141637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/10/cr-book-27-rampant-by-diana-peterfreund.html' title='CR Book 27: Rampant by Diana Peterfreund'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-5861538291620182352</id><published>2010-10-10T15:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:07:41.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CR Book 26: House of Leaves by Mark. Z. Danielewski</title><content type='html'>Well, I've achieved my goal of a half Cannonball Read.  Not that I'm going to stop reading, but at least I've reached that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;House&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; of Leaves" is a sprawling, audacious story within a story within a story... I think I hit all the levels there... that describes a documentary called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Navison Record&lt;/span&gt;.  Will and Karen Navison have moved their small family into a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; in the Virginia countryside and make an odd discovery: the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; is larger on the inside than on the outside.  Curious about this physical impossibility, Will (referred to as Navison or Navy by friends) brings in friends and family to help him determine how this could be.  But the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;house&lt;/span&gt; is not finished playing with its inhabitants; doorways begin to appear in walls where nothing stood before, and soon a full hallway appears in their living room.  Navison, a photojournalist who has never been afraid to explore and to capture his findings in film, decides to travel the hallway with the help of some well-know explorers and lots and lots of video cameras.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the first story.  On top of that, we have the work of Zampano, a blind man who has spent what would appear to be years compiling notes and references about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Navison Record&lt;/span&gt;.  And on top of that, we have the footnotes (that tell the life story) of Johnny Truant, a loquacious ne'er-do-well who spends his days working in a tattoo parlor, dreaming of a stripper named Thumper, and his nights getting drunk with his friend, Lude, and charming drunk women with his ability to spin a good yarn.  One night, Lude brings Johnny over to check out the deceased Zampano's (Lude's neighbor) apartment, and Johnny finds a trunk full of Zampano's work and decides to take it home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny's curiosity about the man's work quickly becomes an obsession, and as he tries to finish what Zampano started, his life begins to collapse around him.  The shifts in his mental state appear to mirror the changes occurring in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Navison Record&lt;/span&gt;.  One of the most impressive things about the novel is the way Danielewski plays with structure in order to give you the impression that the book itself is changing, just like the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;house&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.  As Johnny's life begins to disintegrate, the footnotes become more chaotic;  as Navy's explorations of the hallway begin to resemble that of someone wandering a labyrinth, so too do the words on the pages begin to change, moving backwards, upside-down, and so on.  As you read, you feel just as lost and confused as Navy and Johnny (and I would assume Zampano, but I didn't get as strong a sense of him as I did the others).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is filled with Appendices and Exhibits that are full of poems, images, and extra bits meant to help support (or, in some cases, contradict) the work Zampano did on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Navison Record&lt;/span&gt;.  But the most interesting addition would be the section titled "The Three Attic Whalestoe Institute Letters," a series of letters from Johnny's mother that not only shed some light on his life, but IMO throw the whole veracity of everything into serious question.  After all, Johnny tells us over and over in his footnotes that he's a fantastic storyteller;  and he himself states that he's never found any record of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Navison Record &lt;/span&gt;even existing (as he states in the introduction);  who's to say he didn't just make it all up? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;house&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ofleaves.com, you'll find a whole message board devoted to puzzling out the truth behind this mazelike novel.  I personally will be rereading this novel... not soon, but I know that I will be revisiting it.  I might try to read it a different way next time - ignoring Johnny's footnotes altogether, then go back and read those alone.  There's a lot to think about with this one; but no guaranteed answers.  Maybe it's because I'm getting older, but I'm ok with not having clear answers.  It's the journey, the experience of reading it, that's important with this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard this called a horror novel, and that seems a bit misleading, but I can understand how it got that label.  I myself actually got spooked enough that I had a nightmare and spent a sleepless night warding off bad dreams.  Johnny talks of something lurking in the darkness, and, well, Danielewski creates a very realistic sense of dread that was enough to make me stop reading the book at night.  But if you're looking for outright gore and scares, you won't find them here.  This book is more about the empty spaces, the darkness in our lives, and what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-5861538291620182352?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/5861538291620182352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/10/cr-book-26-house-of-leaves-by-mark-z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5861538291620182352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5861538291620182352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/10/cr-book-26-house-of-leaves-by-mark-z.html' title='CR Book 26: House of Leaves by Mark. Z. Danielewski'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7877696547864776680</id><published>2010-09-01T12:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T12:38:34.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dystopia'/><title type='text'>Book 25: Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins</title><content type='html'>*Mild SPOILERS for those who've not read the series*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mockingjay is the third and final book in the Hunger Games series.  The series tells the story of Katniss Everdeen of District 12 who is chosen to fight for her life in the annual Hunger Games in book 1, and again in the Quarter Quell in Book 2.  At the end of the second book, Katniss is whisked away by the rebels who quickly tell her that a) District 13 exists and is fighting the Capitol and b) the Capitol has Peeta, her fellow tribute from District 12 and one of two men she cares deeply about... maybe even loves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 3 begins with Katniss recovering from the Quell and trying to absorb all the info being thrown at her by the rebels.  She and her family, and her friend Gale, the other important man in her life, are residing in the underground District 13.  Katniss is asked by the rebels to become their Mockingjay: the face of the resistance, meant to rally support for the fight against the Capitol.  But Katniss is unsure that she wants such an important role.  One thing she is certain of is that Peeta is being kept and tortured by President Snow, the leader of Panem, and that she herself wants to kill Snow for what he's done to Peeta and to her through the Games.  So she makes a deal with President Coin, leader of District 13 and the rebels:  she'll be their Mockingjay in exchange for being the one to assassinate Snow.  But before she can get to the President's Mansion in the Capitol, she'll have to help to bring all the Districts under rebel control and then bring the Capitol down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short summary, I know, but I don't want to spoil too much.  I will say that, just as in the final book of the Potter series, the death count piles up right from the beginning.  And the torture used on Peeta is pretty horrifying.  Those expecting a big final showdown between Gale and Peeta over Katniss's affections will be disappointed, but I thought that things ended as they should.  (But I could be called a fangirl, so I'm biased.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ways the rebels try to rally support is through their use of propaganda films they call "propos."  They have a camera crew, complete with makeup artists and a director, who follow Katniss around the districts as she interacts with the wounded or fight the Capitol's helicopters.  It reminded me a lot of that movie Wag the Dog, where a US president commissions a director to stage a war in order to divert attention from some wrongdoing he did.  In Mockingjay, the war is very real, but the staging sometimes isn't, and it's interesting to see Katniss just accept that instead of protesting.  She understands that the people of Panem are always "tuned in," as it is;  the Hunger Games are mandatory broadcasts, after all.  And what is the war against the Capitol but one big Game itself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the three books, I'd say this one was the weakest, but the first two set the bar pretty high.  Overall, I really enjoyed this book.  I devoured it in two days, only stopping because I had to for work and socializing (damn social life!), and now I want to go back and reread the series to see how it all falls together.  I definitely recommend it to anyone who might be turned off because it's a YA novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7877696547864776680?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7877696547864776680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-25-mockingjay-by-suzanne-collins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7877696547864776680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7877696547864776680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/09/book-25-mockingjay-by-suzanne-collins.html' title='Book 25: Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1761633161531257914</id><published>2010-08-21T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:05:50.183-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s the end of the world as we know it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloud Atlas'/><title type='text'>Book 24: Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell</title><content type='html'>SPOILERS here for those who haven't read the book.  I'd recommend skipping out after the second paragraph if you want to enjoy the book untainted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud Atlas is a novel that plays with the ideas of structure and narrative.  It is six stories set in different time periods ranging from the 1800s to a postapocalyptic future.  Each story begins and is interrupted halfway through by the next story until you reach the penultimate story which is told unbroken.  After the finish of the last story, the others resume each after the completion of the previous story.  It's rather like climbing a mountain - with each story, you progress higher until you reach the final story; then, as you come down the mountain, you pick up the end of each tale in reverse order that you started them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel begins with the journal of Adam Ewing, an American notary who has sailed to the South Pacific for work and on his trip home finds himself the unlikely savior of a stowaway "savage" Maori.  His journal is cutoff mid-sentence by the next story, which is a collection of letters sent from Robert Frobisher, a roguish musician in the 1930's who travels Europe and seduces a prominent composer into taking him on as an amanuensis [yeah, I had to look that up.  It's basically a secretarial slave].  From Frobisher's journeys we then travel to California in the 1970s, where Luisa Rey, a journalist at a sleazy gossip rag has stumbled onto a conspiracy at a nuclear power plant.  After Rey's story comes the "Ghastly Ordeal of Timothy Cavendish," which tells of how Cavendish, a publisher in London, ends up trapped against his will in a retirement home.  The next story, my personal favorite, is an interview with Sonmi-451, a clone from the future corpocracy of Nea So Corpos, in the former region of Korea.  From Sonmi's intriguing recollections we then move even further into the future, to what is left of Hawaii, as a "freakbirthed" Valleysman watches the last of humanity fight for survival.  Each story represents a different style or genre of writing (for example, Rey's tale is a crime thriller), and Mitchell does a fine job of writing each style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the interesting things about the structure of the novel is that each story (with the exception of the last) is being read or watched by the next.  Frobisher finds Ewing's journal and comments on it in his letters;  Rey reads Frobisher's letters;  Cavendish is sent Rey's story as a manuscript;  Sonmi-451 watches a movie version of Cavendish's ordeal;  and Zachry (the Valleysman) views Sonmi's interview through a futuristic device that projects a hologram. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another way the author connects his stories.  He mentions a comet-shaped birthmark that is shared by main protagonists of the story (save for the last - it's not the narrator but another character who bears the mark).  The obvious interpretation of the mark here is reincarnation - that it's the same soul traveling through the ages.  And just like how there's a sense of progression as you head deeper into the novel (or up the mountain, as I think of it), there's a progression of the soul from one lifetime to another - it evolves.  It starts out as Ewing, a very proper man who sees how horribly humans treat one another (races enslaving others, for example) and chooses not to act; to Frobisher, who is driven by his own selfish impulses but strives to create something lasting through his music; to Rey, who sees an impending catastrophe and fights to prevent it;  to Cavendish, who fights for his freedom;  to Sonmi, who fights for the freedom of others, namely, her fellow clone slaves;  and finally, to the character of Meronym, who fights with Zachry to prevent the loss of all humanity has achieved in the face of its most primal, base nature.  The soul evolves from idle witness to proactive fighter - in every time period, the same problems are presented (the struggle for power and/or dominance  between men, between races, between countries) and as the stories advance, the soul reaches its apex in the unbroken sixth story, and the ramifications are felt as the other stories come to their conclusions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I reflect on the book, the more I find threads between the stories.  And I wish that Mitchell would turn the chapter on Sonmi into a full novel;  that story in particular is a very well fleshed out world that I would love to explore.  The novel has been optioned by the Wachowski brothers (of Matrix fame), and it's interesting to ponder how they would take such a sprawling vision and turn it into a movie.  But personally, I'd rather not see it get the Hollywood chop treatment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1761633161531257914?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1761633161531257914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-24-cloud-atlas-by-david-mitchell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1761633161531257914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1761633161531257914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-24-cloud-atlas-by-david-mitchell.html' title='Book 24: Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-4181914266264423300</id><published>2010-08-19T10:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:18:07.704-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Eggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 23: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've all heard of this book by now if you're a Pajiban.  It's been mentioned many times on the site.  It's got one hell of a title, and it lives up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHWOSG (yeah, I'm not typing the whole thing repeatedly) is Dave Eggers sprawling memoir that details his young adult life.  While he is in college, both of his parents die within 6 months of each other, leaving him and his older brother Bill and older sister Beth to take care of their younger-by-10-years brother, Christopher (Topher for short).  Dave ends up chosen as Topher's caretaker, so they move to CA and he attempts to balance his new found role as "parent" (of sorts) with starting a magazine (Might Magazine) with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a basic, nutshell description of the book.  But Eggers is not one for simple, linear storytelling.  His writing is full of starts and stops, of disconnected and yet overarching ideas about his life, what it means to be family, what it means to DO something with your life, what his parents' deaths meant for him and his family, and so on and so forth.  The foreward, intro, Rules &amp;amp; Suggestions, whatever you want to call it, itself is about 30 pages long.  Eggers also uses different framing devices such as an interview to tell his story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase "voice of a generation" has been bandied about in reference to Eggers, and it's not hard to see why.  First of all, he talks of a vision of people forming a "lattice" of  support, all connected, as "one body," and says things like, "I am bursting with the hopes of a generation, their hopes surge through me, threaten to burst my heartened heart!" and "[Oh], let me be the strong-beating heart that brings blood to everyone!"  These grandiose statements about being one with others and wanting to support them, to show them that they are connected, and to show that all their pain and loss was not for naught but for a purpose... well, it's easy to relate to such thoughts.  And secondly, Eggers stream of consciousness style of writing sounds like the voice in my own head.   He interrupts himself repeatedly, sometimes in mid-thought, sometimes in mid-sentence, and is so sarcastic, bombastic, and honest, I identify with him.  I may not have gone through the tragedy he's experienced, but I can empathize with his feelings of fear, of excitement, and of wanting to turn his life into something worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-4181914266264423300?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/4181914266264423300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-23-heartbreaking-work-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4181914266264423300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4181914266264423300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-23-heartbreaking-work-of.html' title='Book 23: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1979152944901117930</id><published>2010-06-20T17:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:34:11.333-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Brockmeier'/><title type='text'>Book 22: The Truth About Celia by Kevin Brockmeier</title><content type='html'>I am a huge fan of Brockmeier.  I read his novel "A Brief History of the Dead" a few years ago, and have been hooked ever since.  He's a gifted writer who draws you in with his vivid descriptions and makes you truly care about his characters.  His books are the type that you find difficult to put down - you want to stay in his worlds and find out what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Truth About Celia" is one of the most beautiful and sorrowful novels I've ever read.  It's also a book within a book - it's a collection of short stories written by a fictional author named Christopher Brooks.  Christopher is a successful science fiction author who lives with his wife Janet and 7-year-old daughter Celia.  One day, while he is giving a tour of their historical home, Celia, who was playing in their backyard, simply vanishes.  Poof.  Gone without a sound or trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is Christopher's first work since Celia's disappearance.  In the 7 years after, he has written several short stories that all revolve around that tragedy.  One story recounts the events of that fateful day over and over, as if by doing so Christopher could find a new piece to the puzzle that explains what happened.  Another story starts with one character and moves through the town, bouncing from person to person, showing how they have all been affected by Celia's disappearance, and ending in a ceremony being held by the townspeople to honor her memory.  There are several pieces of fiction that try to give Celia a happy ending - in one, she has fallen into a different world; in another, she's grown up and is raising a son who wants to become a magician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is Christopher's way of coping with their loss.  It's a horrible tragedy - I can't think of anything worse than simply losing someone.  Even when you lose a loved one to death, there is a sense of finality - they've passed on and are at rest.  With Celia, Christopher and Janet have no idea if she's dead or alive, if she's being tortured somewhere, if she's scared and missing her family. Christopher in particular has been unable to move on since that day, and has spent his time writing not only about that day but trying to give Celia's story an ending, in order to give himself one as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the book is absolutely heartbreaking.  But it is also one of the most beautifully written novels I've ever had the pleasure of reading, and so I wholly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1979152944901117930?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1979152944901117930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-22-truth-about-celia-by-kevin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1979152944901117930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1979152944901117930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-22-truth-about-celia-by-kevin.html' title='Book 22: The Truth About Celia by Kevin Brockmeier'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-4746860443251765423</id><published>2010-06-20T17:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:05:38.406-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 21: Stardust by Neil Gaiman</title><content type='html'>"Stardust" is the first Gaiman book that I've read, and I enjoyed it.  It's a short book, a trifle of a story about a boy searching for his destiny and finding love along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan Thorn is in love, and willing to do anything for the girl.  When a star is spotted falling to Earth, he is tasked with the quest of finding the fallen star and bringing it back to his beloved in exchange for her love.  With the help of his father, Tristan sets out into the land of Faerie in search of the star.  What he does not know is, the star has plans of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your typical fairytale journey, with various creatures that Tristan meets along the way, and it's infused with wit and humor.  I've yet to see the movie version, but if it stays faithful to the story, then I'm sure I won't be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-4746860443251765423?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/4746860443251765423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-21-stardust-by-neil-gaiman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4746860443251765423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/4746860443251765423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-21-stardust-by-neil-gaiman.html' title='Book 21: Stardust by Neil Gaiman'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-2322072368649482117</id><published>2010-06-20T16:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:01:26.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lionel Shriver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 20:  We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver</title><content type='html'>Imagine for a moment that your child has committed a terrible crime.  Who is to blame - him, or you, as his parent?  What led him to that moment - the way he was raised, or something innate that has been growing inside him over the years?  Basically, is it nature or nurture that has led him to be a stone-cold murderer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the question that Eva Khatchadourian has been struggling with for years, since the day her son Kevin walked into his high school gymnasium and killed 9 people, 7 kids and 2 adults.  In a serious of letters to her husband, Franklin, Eva recounts not only the massacre but everything that led up to that point, beginning with when she met her husband through conceiving and raising Kevin and her younger daughter Celia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva holds nothing back in her quest to understand what drove Kevin to kill.  She discusses feeling ambiguous about being pregnant and even recounts a time when she let her anger take control and left toddler Kevin with a broken arm.  Her unflinching introspection is at times difficult to read, but Shriver keeps the story moving.  And there is a twist that I figured out after the first few chapters but is nonetheless heartbreaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story doesn't have a tidy resolution - there is no black &amp;amp; white answer for why Kevin did what he did.  If you're looking for an answer to the nature vs. nurture debate, you won't find it here.  But you will find a realistic, engaging story that's bound to leave you with new questions of your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-2322072368649482117?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/2322072368649482117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-20-we-need-to-talk-about-kevin-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2322072368649482117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2322072368649482117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-20-we-need-to-talk-about-kevin-by.html' title='Book 20:  We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1315881823769251502</id><published>2010-05-30T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:57:22.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Newlywed!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, May 29, 2010, we got married!  Ceremony went off perfectly, it was a gorgeous day, and the reception was a blast.  I'm exhausted but happy.  Tomorrow, we're off to Vegas for 10 days!  Look for photos (eventually) on Facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1315881823769251502?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1315881823769251502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/05/newlywed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1315881823769251502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1315881823769251502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/05/newlywed.html' title='Newlywed!'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-2446535079163489033</id><published>2010-04-20T22:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:25:05.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 19:  Strange Brew edited by P.N. Elrod</title><content type='html'>We're close to the halfway point on the CR, and I'm only closing in on book #20.  But I'm not giving up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange Brew is a collection of short stories by some of the bestselling authors of paranormal fiction.  There's a story set in the world of True Blood by Charlaine Harris; a Harry Dresden story by Jim Butcher; and Cin Craven story by Jenna Maclaine.  I've always been drawn to science fiction, but I haven't really dipped into fantasy/paranormal fiction, so I thought this was a good way to do so while checking out some recommended authors.  Overall, the stories revolve around witches, vamps, and werewolfs, with other supernatural elements thrown in.  I really enjoyed the Harry Dresden story, and plan on checking out his series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(short review, I know, but time is short and there are books to read!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-2446535079163489033?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/2446535079163489033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-19-strange-brew-edited-by-pn-elrod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2446535079163489033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2446535079163489033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-19-strange-brew-edited-by-pn-elrod.html' title='Book 19:  Strange Brew edited by P.N. Elrod'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-8230155794361423796</id><published>2010-03-26T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:46:17.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s the end of the world as we know it'/><title type='text'>Book 18: I Am Legend by Richard Matheson</title><content type='html'>Robert Neville is the last man on Earth.  At least, that's his assumption.  A plague has infected the world's population and turned everyone into vampires.  Even the dead have returned to life and seek blood.  As the last man, Neville is stalked every night by the undead.  He has turned his home into a fortress, keeping himself safe behind boarded up windows and rings of garlic.  By day, he leaves his home to hunt and kill the infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He follows this routine of hunting and hiding, day after day, for several years, until he questions his reasons for wanting to stay alive in a world full of the undead.  Finally, he gives himself a purpose for living.  He decides to figure out exactly what caused the vampiric infection and how to cure it.  Along the way, he meets a woman, Ruth, who appears to also be alive like him.  He brings her back to his house and as they talk about their lives before the plague and discuss his theories on the plague, he grows suspicious and begins to wonder if she is infected and simply hasn't changed yet.  So he tests her blood and gets his answer, but it is not the one he wanted, and he never could have imagined what she has in store for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen "The Omega Man" and "I Am Legend," two of the four different movies based on this novel.  While both movies draw from the story, they both contain significant changes to the details of the book, like what causes the changes and how things end.  It was interesting to see the differences, but it seems to me that both adaptations ignored the main theme of the story.  In Neville's mind, the infected are monsters, deadly creatures who must be destroyed.  But to those who are infected but not fully changed, Neville himself is the monster, killing those who were both undead and those who were alive when infected without bothering to determine the difference.  He is the monster, and as such must be destroyed, and his deeds will pass into legend (hence the title).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first of Matheson's work that I've read.  A lot of his works have been adapted into movies and tv shows: "What Dreams May Come," "Stir of Echoes," "Nightmare at 20,000 Feet" from the Twilight Zone.  I can see why his stuff's been optioned again and again - he has some fantastic ideas here.  However, the fulfillment of said ideas sometimes falls a little flat.  And there were interesting flashbacks that went nowhere - what happened to his daughter, Kathy?  How close were he and Ben Cortman?  What happened when his wife, Virginia, showed up at his door after he'd buried her?  Overall, it's an enjoyable read, and a good addition to my apparently end-of-the-world/dystopian themed CR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-8230155794361423796?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/8230155794361423796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-18-i-am-legend-by-richard-matheson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8230155794361423796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8230155794361423796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-18-i-am-legend-by-richard-matheson.html' title='Book 18: I Am Legend by Richard Matheson'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-5499926408076075613</id><published>2010-03-24T21:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:24:34.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catching Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 17: Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins</title><content type='html'>"Catching Fire" is the second book in the Hunger Games trilogy.  Spoilers ahead for those who've not read the first book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katniss and Peeta have returned to District 12 after their risky death-by-poisonous berries gambit pays off and they both win the Hunger Games.  Things are strained between the two, as Katniss has revealed to Peeta that she doesn't share his feelings as strongly as he does.  Katniss finds herself thinking of her friend Gale in a different way, and her relationship with Peeta confuses her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the victors of the Games, Peeta and Katniss are to embark on a Victory Tour of the districts and the Capitol.  On the eve of the Tour, Katniss gets a surprise visit from President Snow.  Snow is less than pleased with the way Katniss thwarted the Capitol's rules and managed to keep both herself and Peeta alive.  She also learns that her actions have been viewed as rebellious and have inspired the people in the other districts to attempt their own rebellions.  Snow wants her to help him keep the masses from rebelling by playing up the star-crossed lovers story that she and Peeta concocted during the Games, in the hopes of making her seem less like someone who was fighting the Capitol and more like someone driven to extremes by love.  This, unfortunately, means one thing:  she will have to marry Peeta and give up any hope of a life with Gale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it's the 75th anniversary of the Games, this year is also known as a Quarter Quell, in which the rules for the Games are changed to make things more interesting for the viewers.  For example, in the 50th anniversary Quell, twice the number of tributes were sent into the Games.  This year, the rule seems aimed directly at Katniss:  the tributes will be drawn from the existing pool of victors.  As Katniss is the only female victor for District 12, that means she's going back into the arena - and this time, she knows the Capitol will do anything it can to ensure that she doesn't make it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devoured this book.  I simply could not put it down.  Collins does a fantastic job of drawing you in and making you care about these characters.  I'm not ashamed to admit I teared up at the scene where Katniss came face to face with Rue's family during the Victory Tour.  The way the people of Rue's district honored her was touching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lionsgate has reportedly bought the rights to the series, which thrills me.  Even better, Collins herself will be adapting the book herself.  So here, I'd like to make a plea to Collins and the producers:  Please, please, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt; don't let this turn into Twilight redux!  Yes, Katniss is torn between Peeta and Gale, but it runs so much deeper than the vampire-werewolf-numbnuts triangle that Meyers created.  Katniss is forced into a relationship with Peeta because she believes it's the only way to protect her mother, Prim, and even Gale - if she does what the president wants, then they will be safe.  But, of course, their relationship is complicated and not all for show.  She's a beautifully drawn character, complex and confused about what's happening to her and what's the right thing to do not only for herself and her own happiness but for the lives of her friends, family, and even those across Panem who plot to overthrow the Capitol and look to her as the symbol of the growing revolution - she is the Mockingjay (from the pin she wore in the arena). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third book doesn't come out until August.  I haven't looked forward to a release since the final Harry Potter, so it's nice to have something to look forward to... even if I am horribly impatient and want it now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-5499926408076075613?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/5499926408076075613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-17-catching-fire-by-suzanne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5499926408076075613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5499926408076075613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-17-catching-fire-by-suzanne.html' title='Book 17: Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-2309525254920382257</id><published>2010-03-23T20:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:20:13.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s the end of the world as we know it'/><title type='text'>Book 16: One Second After by William R. Forstchen</title><content type='html'>William R. Forstchen, professor of history at Montreat College, has written many books and articles on military history and technology.  In his latest book, he's used his extensive knowledge on the subjects as well as his knowledge of electromagnetic pulses (EMPs) to create a terrifying possible future for our country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An EMP, according to Wikipedia, is "a burst of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electromagnetic_radiation" title="Electromagnetic radiation"&gt;electromagnetic radiation&lt;/a&gt; that results from an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Explosion" title="Explosion"&gt;explosion&lt;/a&gt; (especially a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuclear_explosion" title="Nuclear explosion"&gt;nuclear explosion&lt;/a&gt;) or a suddenly fluctuating &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnetic_field" title="Magnetic field"&gt;magnetic field&lt;/a&gt;.  The resulting &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electric_field" title="Electric field"&gt;electric&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magnetic_field" title="Magnetic field"&gt;magnetic fields&lt;/a&gt; may couple with electrical/electronic systems to produce damaging current and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voltage_spike" title="Voltage spike"&gt;voltage surges&lt;/a&gt;."  Forstchen believes that EMPs pose a very real threat to the United States - one of our enemies could detonate a large nuclear weapon above the US and the resulting wave could potentially knock out all electrical devices and bring our country to a complete halt, throwing us back into the Dark Ages.  We're not talking a minor power outage - these EMPs if powerful enough could do damage that takes months or years to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the novel, John Matherson, a professor of history at Montreat College in NC (like the author), is preparing for his daughter Jennifer's birthday when they experience a power outage.  Only, this isn't like any normal power outage.  Days pass and there's no sign of any electricity.  Cars have completely stopped working, coming to dead stops in the middle of the streets.  People begin to panic, raiding grocery stores and fighting at the pharmacy to get their prescription medications.  John, a friend of the local law enforcement and a respected citizen due to his position at the college, his military background, and his vast knowledge of history, drops in to see the mayor and the chief of police.  There's been no communication with any other cities, including Asheville, the nearest big town.  John has a theory as to what's happening - he believes an EMP has destroyed all the electrical devices in the city, and in other cities as well, judging by the way the town has become cutoff from the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, the town begins to unravel.  Martial law is established.  Just try to imagine what life is like without electricity - no food can be processed and sold, and the few farms in town cannot sustain a population of 1000s.  No medications can be made and distributed, so those who are dependent on insulin or beta blockers die within weeks of their last doses.  No phones or computers can connect them to the outside world, so they have no idea what's happening - and there's no hope of help coming, because what they face is occuring in other cities around the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who survive the disease, hunger, and cold, a new threat looms.  Refugees who pass through the town looking for help bring word of a gang called the Posse who have looted and ransacked their way through NC and are headed toward them.  This gang has weapons and vehicles, and they burn, ransack, and kill their way through every city, taking all food and anything of value they find and leaving nothing behind.  Matherson and the head of security at the college, also a military man, decide there's only one thing to be done.  They organize a militia, mostly consisting of scared kids from the college, to stand and fight and protect their town from the Posse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book has a foreword by Newt Gingrich and an afterward by Captain Bill Sanders, U.S. Navy.  Forstchen clearly believes that by writing this book, he's warning the public of a looming threat that could have devastating effects for our country.  The book does its job - it's horrifying to imagine the things that he describes coming true - people being executed in the street for looting; cannibalism running rampant; our country dividing itself as brother fights brother for survival.  But... there are no answers to be found in the book.  There are no suggestions as to what we can do to protect ourselves from this threat.  Even in his afterward, Sanders offers nothing more than the statement that "the solution 'is feasible and well within [our] means and resources to accomplish.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pollyanna in me likes to think that, should there be a major catastrophic attack on the US, we wouldn't devolve so quickly.  But, given the reports of looting and insanity that occurred after the recent earthquakes in Chile, well... I suppose it's not so farfetched.  And I did find myself thinking, "Oh my god, I need to stockpile food and water and medicine and I need a gun NOW."  But as serious as this threat may be, I'm not 100% sold that it will happen, because even if a country fired nuclear weapons at us, wouldn't our overseas forces do the same to them?  Does any country hate us enough to destroy themselves completely in the process?  I truly hope we never have to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-2309525254920382257?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/2309525254920382257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-16-one-second-after-by-william-r.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2309525254920382257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2309525254920382257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/03/book-16-one-second-after-by-william-r.html' title='Book 16: One Second After by William R. Forstchen'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7628294783865876102</id><published>2010-02-25T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:34:56.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dystopia'/><title type='text'>Book 15: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins</title><content type='html'>I love a good dystopian novel.  Love, love, love.  I remember the first I ever read - "Brave New World" by Aldous Huxley.  That was the first time I remember thinking, What if it's NOT gonna be all sunshine &amp;amp; ponies when I grow up?  (I was 11.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Hunger Games" is an excellent recent dystopian novel that I couldn't put down.  Seriously, I found myself actually being sad when I had to stop reading to go to bed or go to work.  The United States is now Panem, a collection of Districts controlled by the Capitol, a remote, wealthy city nestled in the Rocky Mountains.  Once, the Districts rebelled and fought the Capitol, which struck back and completely obliterated the 13th District.  Now, in remembrance of the battle, and to remind the Districts who's in control, there is an annual competition held called the Hunger Games.  Every District has a lottery to choose two "tributes," or competitors, to send to an arena for a battle to the death (a la "Battle Royale"); the winner's District receives gifts of necessities such as oil and grain - things most Districts sorely lack.  These tributes, by the way, are ages 12-18.  The Hunger Games are broadcast nationwide, and the tributes get sponsors to help them by gifting them with things like food and medicine during the games.  But in the end, only one Tribute can win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katniss Everdeen is a resident of District 12, a mining district located in Appalachia.  She's a huntress; she's learned to hunt, trap, and kill in order to keep her mother and younger sister, Primrose, from starving to death.  Theirs is a poor district, where most die young of hunger, and a winner in the Hunger Games would mean life for all.  On the eve of the latest Hunger Games lottery, Katniss is hoping that her name won't be drawn, so that she can remain with her family and continue to provide for them.  She gets her wish; unfortunately, she is safe because the name drawn for the girl tribute is Primrose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any hesitation or thought, Katniss volunteers to take her sister's place.  The boy tribute selected is Peeta Mellark, a baker's son who is in Katniss's year at school.  Peeta and Katniss are not close but share a small connection: once, when Katniss was on the verge of death from starvation, Peeta saved her by throwing her two burnt loaves that he intentionally dropped in the fire, resulting in a beating from his mother.  Despite her gratitude for the gesture, Katniss is wary of growing close to Peeta - after all, only one Tribute will survive the Games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katniss and Peeta are whisked off to the Capitol, where an old winning tribute from their district, Haymitch, will be their mentor as they prepare for the games.  Katniss is highly skilled with a bow and arrow, and her time spent in the woods learning different plants and how to string up traps and stalk prey could help her, depending on what arena they end up in.  With the help of her mentor and a stylist team chosen to give her an image that will pull in sponsors during the games, Katniss becomes a favored tribute.  Meanwhile, Peeta plays up the angle of a lovelorn tribute, stating his feelings for Katniss, but she is unsure of whether he's being honest or if it's a plan he and Haymitch drew up to make him more sympathetic to viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Games begin, and Katniss quickly finds herself on the run, trying to stay one step ahead of those who would kill her.  And then, at a critical point in the Games, an announcement is made that changes the rules, and Katniss discovers that her feelings for Peeta aren't as clear as she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say so much about this book, and just in recapping I almost did.  But honestly, if you want to know what happens, I recommend you read the book yourself.  The story doesn't telegraph what's coming next; and as it unfolds from the lottery drawing to the training to the Games, you catch glimpses of Panem and descriptions of what life is like in the Districts.  I can't wait to read the second book, which I'm hoping has more backstory on what happened to create Panem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7628294783865876102?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7628294783865876102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-15-hunger-games-by-suzanne-collins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7628294783865876102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7628294783865876102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-15-hunger-games-by-suzanne-collins.html' title='Book 15: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-9149435963368231247</id><published>2010-02-25T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:05:32.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Percy Jackson'/><title type='text'>Book 14: Percy Jackson &amp; the Olympians: The Titan's Curse by Rick Riordan</title><content type='html'>The more I get into this series, the more I see its shortcomings.  Obviously you could argue that it's a YA series and therefore one shouldn't expect much from it; but one could also argue that the Harry Potter series was YA and rose above that status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riordan's world is still richly imagined, but the stories zip along so quickly that there's little time for the characters to show any sort of development.  And things are glossed over so quickly without much emotional involvement that it's rather surprising.  For example, in this book, the third in the series, Annabeth, one of the main characters, goes missing and is presumed dead by some.  And there's no real mourning or anything - she's just gone and the only one who seems to care is Percy.  Then there's a new character who is introduced, quickly becomes part of the crew and then just as quickly disappears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Kronos's comeback is furthered by his minion Luke and a new player, "the General," who was Kronos's right hand man back when the Titans clashed with the Gods.  Percy, Annabeth, Thalia and Grover find a new set of Half-Bloods and bring them back to camp, only to run into trouble and end up rescued by Artemis and her Hunters (immortal girls who have sworn off boys and pledged their lives to the Goddess).  Artemis finds out that Kronos plans on unleashing some ancient monster and takes off in pursuit, while her Hunters head to Camp Half-Blood.  Soon, they discover that the Goddess has been captured by the General, and our heroes set out to save her and defeat the General.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if the faults of the story lie with the fact that it's a teenage boy narrating or with Riordan's writing skill.  Again (and I know I keep doing this), if you think about the Potter series, that was all about a teenage boy and yet there was real development and emotional content to the story.  Regardless of how I feel the series has dropped in quality, I'll be sticking with it to see how things turn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-9149435963368231247?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/9149435963368231247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-14-percy-jackson-olympians-titans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/9149435963368231247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/9149435963368231247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-14-percy-jackson-olympians-titans.html' title='Book 14: Percy Jackson &amp; the Olympians: The Titan&apos;s Curse by Rick Riordan'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7130938612670934995</id><published>2010-02-09T20:06:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:38:22.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='genetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Crichton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 13: Next by Michael Crichton</title><content type='html'>Sigh.  I'm starting to fall behind in my reading.  I'm gonna make excuses - working two jobs, planning a wedding, trying to get a third job, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next" isn't a straightforward biotechno thriller like most of Crichton's work.  Instead, it's a series of interweaving plotlines that almost reminds one of a Robert Altman movie.  The overarching theme of the novel would be genetic experimentation/discoveries and all the moral/ethical/financial issues that they raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a ton of characters in the book, but a few major plotlines involve most of them.  Rick Diehl is the founder of BioGen, a biotech research lab that has its hands in a few major developments such as patenting a "maturity" gene that causes drug addicts to straighten up &amp;amp; fly right and maintaining a line of cells that could potentially help to cure cancer.  Those cells, however, came from a former leukemia patient named Frank Burnet, who did not know that his cells were being sold by his physician to BioGen.  Burnet sues the company and loses; the judge rules that BioGen rightfully owns his cells.  Meanwhile, Jack Watson, an investor with ties to BioGen, arranges for his ne'er do well nephew to sabotage the cell line at the lab in order to help Burnet... and also to help Watson be able to buy BioGen at a cheap price once their prize project goes belly up.  However, this sabotage leads to Burnet's daughter Alex and grandson Jamie being chased by a bounty hunter.  You see, they have the same cells as Frank, and since those cells were owned by BioGen, they were considered stolen property and the bounty hunter was called in to "reclaim" them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a story about Henry Kendall, a hapless scientist whose tinkering with genetic sequence insertion comes back to haunt him... in the form of a half-human, half-chimp son named Dave.  Kendall's family takes Dave in, but his integration into human society comes with its own set of problems.  Then there's Gerard, a smart but also smartass talking parrot given to quoting movies and songs.  Gerard is another transgenic animal; human genes were inserted into his own as a baby bird and as a result, he thinks he's human and acts that way to his owner.  Gerard's journey takes him from his home in France all the way to California, where the Burnet and Kendall storylines combine in a showdown with the bounty hunter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of other story lines that I'm leaving out, but those are the overarching plot lines.  This book was very different from Crichton's usual fare.  What stood out most to me was his attempts at humor and parody in the novel.  Some of the characters were little more than stereotypes, and some were clearly meant just for entertainment, and not to move anything along.  For example, there's a bit about a talking orangutan whose vocabulary is limited to French curse words.  And a lot of Gerard's story is played for laughs.  I'm not saying Crichton's other works are very dry and technical; it was just apparent here that he was going for laughs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woven between chapters were fake articles from magazines and newspapers talking about current events in science:  evolutionary theories, discussions on gene patenting, a very sly commentary piece about artists jumping on the genetics bandwagon by using gene manipulation as artwork (like a dog that had the spines of a porcupine, if I recall correctly... shouldn't have taken my book back to the library so soon!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Crichton meant not only to entertain with this book but to point out the dangers inherent in a new frontier of science.  Plunging into a new field of exploration means making the rules up as we go, and Crichton asks, are we headed in the right direction?  Should universities patent genes - can you own the right to something that is found in 100% of the population?  Who really owns your cells once they leave your body - are they still yours, or are they "waste" and up for grabs?  What about funding - what's more important to investors, safe products that garner effective results or the bottom line?  According to Wikipedia, Crichton felt so strongly about these issues that he even gave a speech to Congressional staff members about the need to revise the laws that affect genetic research. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is supposedly being adapted into a movie.  It'll be interesting to see how many stories get cut completely.  Hopefully, it will be more "Nashville" than "Crash."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7130938612670934995?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7130938612670934995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-13-next-by-michael-crichton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7130938612670934995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7130938612670934995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-13-next-by-michael-crichton.html' title='Book 13: Next by Michael Crichton'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-6412583123805919013</id><published>2010-01-29T23:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:17:33.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Percy Jackson'/><title type='text'>Book 12: Percy Jackson Book Two: The Sea of Monsters</title><content type='html'>I'm really liking this series.  I know it's a Young Adult series, but why should that stop me from enjoying it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Book Two, Percy discovers that he has a half-brother named Tyson who is a Cyclops.  He brings his brother to Camp Half-Blood, which is being attacked on a regular basis by monsters that have broken through the mystical barrier that protects the land.  Meanwhile, Percy's satyr friend Grover is in trouble and reaching out to him through his dreams.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse, daughter of Ares, is tasked with the quest of finding the Golden Fleece, a magical fleece that can heal anything, including the tree Thalia (daughter of Zeus who was turned into a pine as she lay dying on the border of the camp) which reinforces the camp's mystical border.  It turns out that Grover is being held by the Cyclops who is in possession of the Fleece, so Percy, Annabeth (daugher of Athena and Percy's closest friend at camp) and Tyson find themselves also looking for the Fleece and hoping to rescue Grover at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, Percy and his friends run into Luke, son of Hermes, who defected from the camp at the end of the first book.  Luke has fallen under the spell of Kronos, King of the Titans and father of Zeus, who has been biding his time in the hopes of returning to power.  Percy knows that Luke wants the Fleece as well... but he never imagines what he plans on using it for, and the book ends with a surprise that I didn't see coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I keep gushing, but I really like this series.  The plot unfolds quickly in each book, and the action doesn't let up as the story moves along.  And I love trying to guess the identity of the mythological creatures and characters that Percy encounters (most are in disguise at first). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that I shouldn't compare every YA series to Harry Potter, but, well, it's damn hard not to.  Both series depict their main characters as struggling with identity and fate versus free will.  Harry and Percy are both the subject of major prophecies, and they also have to deal with figuring out who they are versus who everyone else thinks they are - they have reputations that precede them (Harry being the Boy Who Lived, Percy being the Son of Poseidon, one of the "Big Three" Gods, the other two being Zeus and Hades).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely be looking for the third book next time I hit the library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-6412583123805919013?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/6412583123805919013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-12-percy-jackson-book-two-sea-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6412583123805919013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6412583123805919013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-12-percy-jackson-book-two-sea-of.html' title='Book 12: Percy Jackson Book Two: The Sea of Monsters'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7470613084910112349</id><published>2010-01-17T19:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:21:52.084-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greek mythology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Percy Jackson'/><title type='text'>Book 11: Percy Jackson &amp; the Olympians: Book One: The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan</title><content type='html'>At first glance, this series would appear to be yet another fish-out-of-water series trying to capitalize on Harry Potter mania.  A young boy discovers he's not just a normal kid, but is in fact a half-blood, the son of a Greek god and a mortal woman.  However, by setting his characters in a world where the Olympians are no myth, Rick Riordan has created a fully-fleshed out universe filled with adventure and heroic tales - this is no cookie-cutter copy of J.K. Rowling's masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a fondness for Greek mythology.  As a child, I would check "D'Aulaires Book of Greek Myths" out of the library over and over again... until my mother finally bought it for me for Christmas one year.  It remains one of my favorite childhood books.  The stories spoke to me in a way that few other books did.  So when I heard about this series, I immediately was intrigued.  And I thoroughly enjoyed reading the first book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy Jackson is a troubled kid who has bounced from school to school, never lasting more than a year in one place.  Odd things have a way of happening to him.  He's barely surviving his first year at Yancy Academy when he's attacked by one of his teachers, who reveals herself to be a Fury, one of the God Hades's minions from the Underworld.  Shortly after this attack, Percy's world is turned upside-down as he is rushed to Camp Half-Blood, where it is revealed that he is the son of the Sea God, Poseidon, and that the camp is the gathering place for all the half-blood children of the Gods, or "heroes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he adjusts to this news, Percy finds himself at the center of a brewing battle between his father, Poseidon, and Zeus and Hades.  Someone has stolen Zeus's master lightning bolt, and all signs point to Poseidon... with Percy being the suspected thief working for his father.  But Percy and his friends suspect Hades is responsible, seeing as how he's been sending his minions to kill Percy.  So Percy is tasked with the quest of finding the bolt and clearing his name while preventing World War III as the Gods take sides between themselves and prepare for battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes as no surprise that this series is being developed for the big screen.  It's a swiftly-paced adventure, a true hero's tale as he faces monsters and fights against evil in the name of saving his friends, his family, and even all of Western civilization from total destruction.  I, for one, will be lining up to see the movie when it comes out, and I look forward to reading the next book in the series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7470613084910112349?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7470613084910112349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-11-percy-jackson-olympians-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7470613084910112349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7470613084910112349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-11-percy-jackson-olympians-book.html' title='Book 11: Percy Jackson &amp; the Olympians: Book One: The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-5100893818822492265</id><published>2010-01-17T17:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:09:06.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chronicles of Narnia'/><title type='text'>Book 10: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis</title><content type='html'>I never read the entire Chronicles of Narnia as a kid.  I started the series and read "The Magician's Nephew" and "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," and then I guess I lost interest.  So I thought the CR would be a great reason to pick it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Horse and His Boy" is technically the fifth book in the seven book series, according to Wikipedia, but if you go by the timeline of the series, it's considered the third book.  Shasta is an adopted boy raised as a slave by a fisherman in the province of Calormen.  One night, Shasta overhears his "father" planning to sell him to a nobleman.  Rather than allow this to happen, he decides to run away to the North.  He talks to himself as he plots, and the nobleman's horse overhears him and answers him.  It turns out he's a talking horse named Bree who was kidnapped (horsenapped?) from his home in Narnia and forced to live as a war horse for the Tarkaan nobleman.  He longs to return to Narnia, so he and Shasta make a run for it.  Along the way, they meet up with Aravis, a Tarkeena (noblewoman) also on the run with her own talking horse.  She's avoiding an arranged marriage; her horse, Hwin, is hoping to return to her home in Narnia like Bree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is a quick read, the tale of Shasta &amp;amp; Aravis's adventures as they travel north.  It's also rather boring.  I don't know if that's due to the fact that it's written for much younger readers than I, or if I just don't care for Lewis's style of writing.  Although I did enjoy some of his short stories, but they were aimed at more mature readers. Either way, I can't say I really want to finish the series.  Maybe if I can't think of anything else to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I never saw the whole Aslan/Jesus Christ comparison.  But now, reading the series as an adult, I can't believe I missed it.  Holy crap, is it obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-5100893818822492265?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/5100893818822492265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-10-chronicles-of-narnia-horse-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5100893818822492265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/5100893818822492265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-10-chronicles-of-narnia-horse-and.html' title='Book 10: The Chronicles of Narnia: The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-132629625109306248</id><published>2010-01-07T19:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:44:12.081-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I heart science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Crichton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 9: Prey by Michael Crichton</title><content type='html'>Well, coming off that last book, this one was a friggin' breath of fresh air.  Michael Crichton knew how to tell a story.  This novel was a quick, interesting read that I couldn't put down 'til I'd finished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Forman is a stay-at-home dad in Silicon Valley.  A former programmer who specialized in writing agent-based programs that mimic "biological processes" (computer agents are programmed to think like animals - swarm behavior, or predator behavior), he's been dealing with his recent firing by taking over household duties.  His wife, Julia, is a bigwig with Xymos Technology, a company working on developing "molecular manufacturing" aka nanotechnology.  Lately, she's been distant and argumentative, and Jack fears she's having an affair with a coworker out in the Nevada desert at the company's fabrication building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, after displaying some odd behavior, Julia is injured in a car accident and rushed to the hospital.  The same night, Jack receives a call from his old company, looking to rehire him.  It turns out they've contracted Jack's PREDPREY program to Xymos, but they're having trouble with it and need his expert help.  This program basically commands a computer agent (or other agents) to mimic the behavior of a predator in order to accomplish its objective or goal.  He flies out to the desert the next day and there discovers the truth - the company has succeeded in its goal to create nanotechnology, but their creation has gotten away from them.  And thanks to Jack's program, it's acting like a predator, and Jack and his coworkers have become the prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love books like this.  Take an interesting scientific/technological topic, add some intrigue and danger, and mix well.  I could easily see this being adapted for the big screen one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-132629625109306248?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/132629625109306248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-9-prey-by-michael-crichton.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/132629625109306248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/132629625109306248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-9-prey-by-michael-crichton.html' title='Book 9: Prey by Michael Crichton'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-8203357651662926936</id><published>2010-01-04T18:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:26:52.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur C. Clarke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='physics'/><title type='text'>Book 8: The Light of Other Days by Arthur C. Clarke and Stephen Baxter</title><content type='html'>I never thought I'd say this, but this is one book that could be improved with a dumbed-down movie adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fan of Sir Arthur C. Clarke's work.  I remember discovering his novels at age 12 and getting lost in the worlds of "Rendezvous with Rama" and "Childhood's End."  So when I saw this book at the library, I naturally picked it up.  It's coauthored by Stephen Baxter, who is apparently a well-known name to science fiction readers (I'd never heard of him, but I'm always behind the times so that's no surprise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic premise of the novel is what captured my interest.  Hiram Patterson, the CEO of OurWorld, a major tech company in the year 2035, has discovered a way to create and use wormholes to instantly transmit information.  Hiram is a greedy, manipulative genius who is mainly concerned with creating and keeping his vast empire.  He's breeding his two sons, David and Bobby, to help him achieve his goals:  David is a scientist who works on the wormhole technology, and Bobby is meant to one day take Hiram's place as the head of the company.  It isn't long before the wormhole technicians discover that they can use the wormholes to transmit light i.e. to look at anything they want anywhere in the world.  And from this development, they learn that they can look not just any WHERE but any WHEN - they're able to open wormholes that look back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine being able to watch Lincoln give his Gettysburg Address.  Or to see for yourself just what life was like for Jesus of Nazareth.  The whole world changes as they discover once and for all just how history REALLY happened.  The "Worm Cams" also completely eradicate the idea of privacy - anyone can look at anyone else at any time they choose, without being seen (the wormholes are too small to be seen by the naked eye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the novel is full of interesting ideas.  Unfortunately, there are too many ideas, and many are half-developed or abandoned along the way.  I felt like the book was more Baxter than Clarke, just from having read a lot of Clarke's stuff before.  I mean, Clarke was in his 80's when the book was published in 2000... how much could he really have collaborated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characters are poorly developed, the dialogue is stiff and mostly exposition, and the description of the science behind the wormholes is dense and difficult to follow.  I managed to completely avoid taking any physics classes in high school or college (stuck to the biological sciences), and I never once regretted that decision... until I started reading this book.  Entire pages of explanations blurred beneath my vision.  I understand that quantum physics is a popular topic in some science fiction circles, but how much is necessary for the reader to understand in order to enjoy the story?  I just need to know the wormholes are plausible; I don't need to know exactly how they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of the novel introduces several interesting new developments in the wormhole technology and a new discovery in human history, but both feel rushed and almost out of place, like they were jammed in at the last minute.  But why?  Why throw interesting ideas in at the end and then not expand on them?  And I haven't even gotten to the Wormwood plot yet.  Scientists discover that a gigantic asteroid called the Wormwood is headed for Earth and will cause an extinction level event in the next 500 years.  We're reminded of this Wormwood over and over and over throughout the book - humanity has become apathetic, people decide "well, it's all gonna end, so fuck it, let's do whatever we want," no one can figure out how to stop it - and then at the very end of the book, it's given literally a three sentence summation - and it's a casual aside that a character says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's so much I haven't mentioned, including a major character that serves as love interest for Bobby.  Which brings me back to the idea that this could stand to be adapted for the big screen.  Why do I say that?  Because this novel could use a lot of simplification.  I don't necessarily mean they need to dumb down the science (although that would help people like me out), I mean they need to cut some storylines and focus in on the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I should be careful what I wish for.  Next thing you know, they'll be Baynis all over this, and THEN what good would it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-8203357651662926936?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/8203357651662926936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-8-light-of-other-days-by-arthur-c.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8203357651662926936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8203357651662926936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-8-light-of-other-days-by-arthur-c.html' title='Book 8: The Light of Other Days by Arthur C. Clarke and Stephen Baxter'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1353454836808190706</id><published>2009-12-28T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:52:27.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gram'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Bad news</title><content type='html'>Haven't updated in a while.  Been busy at work preparing for Christmas &amp;amp; post-Christmas sales.  Also came down with a wicked stomach flu a few weeks back and missed Andrea's grad school graduation and didn't get to hang out with Matt's family a whole lot while they visited.  But I did get to spend a Saturday with them exchanging gifts, and I recovered in time to spend Christmas Day with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't the best Christmas.  I'm not complaining about gifts or anything like that.  If anything, Matt's mom &amp;amp; my family were too generous.  I got a Kitchen Aid Architect Stand Mixer, a Wii Fit Plus with balance board, a new down comforter, the first Glee cd, several volumes of the Fruits Basket manga, several novels by Octavia Butler (one of my favorite authors), and other various goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt &amp;amp; I woke up &amp;amp; did our little gift exchange at home.  Mom called to see if we were heading over to their house to exchange gifts.  She was worried that the weather would be bad, so we said we'd be over earlier than later.  When we got there, Mom, Dad, and Adam were packing up some food to take over to Gram &amp;amp; Pa.  I asked why they were taking them a meal, and Mom said that she was worried that if the weather got bad, they wouldn't be able to go out for a meal, and that Gram "doesn't cook anymore."  That struck me as odd.  Was Gram sick?  "Why doesn't she cook?" I asked, but Mom changed the subject.  We loaded up the Kia and headed to Gram's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We greeted my grandparents and Adam gave them the meal he'd prepared for them - ham, green beans, and browned potatoes.  We stayed for a few minutes, talking about the Christmas Eve party at my Uncle Glenn's that I had missed (thanks, work!) the night before.  Nothing seemed wholly unusual, so when we got back into the Kia to head home, I asked again.  "Why doesn't Gram cook anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom sighed.  "Your grandfather has been doing a lot of the things that Gram usually does lately.  When I asked him about it, he let it slip that your grandmother's doctor believes that she's showing the first signs of Alzheimer's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not completely out of the blue.  We've noticed a change in my Gram.  She's been getting thinner and quieter, like she's fading away.  She used to be so chatty, always holding court and being a bit of a smartass, to be honest.  I'm not exaggerating when I describe our family as close-knit, and when I say we gather every Sunday at Gram's just to hang out, I mean that we gather every single Sunday.  It may not be everyone every week, but you can find at least half the family there.  But now, when there's a large group around, she seems almost overwhelmed, and doesn't play the hostess anymore.  She doesn't even participate in conversations like she normally would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother noticed this change, and mentioned it to her sisters.  They didn't even want to think about it being Alzheimer's.  They offered alternative diagnoses, thinking it might be linked to all the different medications Gram takes.  But Mom pushed Pa to talk to Gram's doctor about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he finally did.  It couldn't have been easy for him.  And so far, Mom's the only one he's told.  She's trying to convince him that everyone needs to know, all of Gram's siblings and his siblings and so forth.  He's apparently been doing everything and trying to hide the fact that he's doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I can't stop crying when I think about it.  I love my Gram.  The thought that one day, she won't know me anymore, or my mother, or my Pa, or anyone... it fucking terrifies me.  The disease itself terrifies me.  And when I think of my Gram forgetting how to do things for herself, even forgetting who she is... all I can do is cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I've been up to lately.  My Cannonball Read has fallen by the wayside as I try to get caught back up in my wedding planning and as I deal with this news.  I just don't know what to do.  Matt and I were talking about it the other day.  I was telling him stories, different memories I have of the times I've spent with Gram.  He told me that, if nothing else, I should be happy that I have all those memories.  He never knew his grandfather, and his grandmother was ill by the time he was adopted.  I am truly thankful for those memories, and for her, but I don't want to lose them, or her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.  I'm a mess right now as I sit here typing.  But I needed to let it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1353454836808190706?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1353454836808190706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-news.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1353454836808190706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1353454836808190706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-news.html' title='Bad news'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7739990993803781285</id><published>2009-12-11T21:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:26:23.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jennifer Weiner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 7: Best Friends Forever by Jennifer Weiner</title><content type='html'>Jennifer Weiner is an author whose novels have unfortunately been categorized as chick lit.  When I hear a book described as "chick lit," I tend to avoid reading it.  Chick lit to me means a story about a pretty girl who is successful in every way except one - she can't find Mr. Right, and the entire book revolves around her pursuit of her dream man.  Usually, she meets someone, hates him, then comes to love him.  Or, she's rescued in some way by him.  Chick lit is fluff, and while it can be a fun distraction, it doesn't usually stick with you when you've finished reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ms. Weiner's novels transcend that label.  Her characters are fully-fleshed out, real women who have cushioning on their hips, brains between their ears, and do not require a man to rescue them.  They deal with real problems, beyond finding a good sale or finding Mr. Right.  The protagonist of her latest novel, "Best Friends Forever," Addie Downs, is trying to deal with the reappearance of a long lost friend after 15 years... under auspicious circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addie is a greeting card artist who lives alone in her childhood home.  She works from home by day, and spends her nights visiting her brother Jon, who lives in an assisted-living community.  She rarely ventures out except to shop or go to the gym.  On the night of her 15 year high school reunion, she is at home when there is a knock on her door.  It is Valerie Adler, her old best friend, whom she hasn't seen in 15 years.  Valerie is in trouble and asks for Addie's help.  But Addie isn't thrilled to see Valerie, thanks to an incident that occured their senior year.  However, Addie finds herself helping Valerie, and soon they are on the road, trying to avoid getting caught for an accident that Valerie committed that may have left another fellow classmate, Dan Swansea, injured or even dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book flips back and forth between Addie's narration, a third-person narration of a detective's involvement in the case, and the description of what happens to Dan Swansea.  It's interesting that Ms. Weiner chose three different ways to tell the tale from different perspectives, rather than sticking to Addie's voice.  The story unfolds quickly, and Addie sheds light on how she and Valerie first met, to how they grew apart, to the fateful incident that completely tore their friendship apart, and sent Addie down the path to becoming a 350+ lb. shut-in by her early 20s.  Ms. Weiner describes Addie so well that you can't help but understand and ultimately empathize with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only quibble with the book is that the ending is rather anticlimatic.  There's a buildup that sorta peters out in the end.  Of course, the book isn't a thriller or crime novel, but I still expected more of a showdown between Dan and Valerie and Addie.  But I recommend the novel, especially if you're looking for something a little more substantial than chick lit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7739990993803781285?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7739990993803781285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-7-best-friends-forever-by-jennifer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7739990993803781285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7739990993803781285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/12/book-7-best-friends-forever-by-jennifer.html' title='Book 7: Best Friends Forever by Jennifer Weiner'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-2725592759865910738</id><published>2009-11-28T16:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:14:37.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 6: Paradise Alley by Sylvester Stallone</title><content type='html'>That’s no typo in the title.  Rocky wrote a book, y’all.  A terrible, horrible, no good, just downright pathetic attempt at a novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carboni brothers are a trio of Italian-American clichés who live in Hell’s Kitchen in 1946.  It’s difficult to refer to them as anything more than that – there’s nothing to flesh them out into real people.  Victor, the baby Carboni, is a “gentle giant” – big as a house but harmless, and as dumb as a bag of beauty pageant contestants.  Cosmo, the middle child, is a con artist who prides himself on his wit and clever schemes, none of which ever actually make him any money.  He’s also the character most given to speaking in incredibly hackneyed New Yawk patois – “No, I ain’t been keen on that fleabag of yours, but El Suppa’s monkey haz class!” (Don’t ask about the monkey.)  Lenny, the oldest Carboni, is a disabled veteran of World War II who spends his days working in a morgue and his nights drinking his pain away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female characters don’t fare much better than the men.  There’s Annie, the dancer who dreams of being an artist but can’t seem to find her way out of the slums.  There’s Bunchie (seriously), the prototypical “hooker with a heart of gold,” whom Cosmo respects as much for her advice as for her… other services.   And then there’s Rose, Victor’s girlfriend, who’s more of a cipher than anything.  She’s his faithful, devoted gal who dreams of one day leaving Hell’s Kitchen and moving on up… to a houseboat in New Jersey.  Dream big, kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  Victor works as an iceman, delivering giant blocks to residents in the sweltering heat of the summer.  It doesn’t pay well, and he’s not getting any closer to that dream houseboat he so desires.  One night, he and his brothers are out drinking, and they run afoul of a local buncha mooks lead by Nickels Mahon.  (It physically hurts to type these names.  Seriously, Nickels?)  Victor ends up clobbering the big thug, Frankie the Thumper.  After the fight, Cosmo realizes that he has a veritable gold mine in the form of his baby brother, so he convinces him to wrestle for money down at the local club, Paradise Alley.  Victor goes by the name “Kid Salami” – because he’s Italian?  Or he really likes cold cuts?  It’s never explained, but damn if it isn’t the dumbest name I’ve ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Lenny opposes the idea of Victor wrestling, but as Victor starts on an undefeated run and the money comes rolling in, Lenny comes around and takes on the role of Victor’s manager.  Cosmo, on the other hand, begins to realize what a physical toll the fighting is taking on Victor, and starts urging him to give it up.  Tensions build between the brothers, and it all comes to a head at a big final match between Victor and Frankie the Thumper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story moves incredibly quickly.  In one chapter, Cosmo is completely gung-ho about making money off his little brother.  Then suddenly, he thinks it’s a bad idea.  This is a guy who, at the beginning of the novel, wanted to use a dead hooker’s body to make some money by selling her “services” to drunks who wouldn’t realize they were fucking a dead body.  I’m supposed to believe a louse like that would really give two shits about his brother taking a few hits to the head?  Likewise, Lenny is against the idea, then all of a sudden he’s all for it and totally ignoring his little brother’s pain.  And he goes from pining over his old girlfriend, Annie, to blowing her off to go screw a hooker.  There’s no progression or explanation for the changes.  It’s all action and dialogue, no development or discussion or anything really resembling storytelling.  It’s kinda like reading a screenplay rather than a novel, only minus the technical elements.  So it comes as absolutely no surprise to learn that Stallone adapted this into a movie that he directed and starred in AND for which he sang the theme song (he is a man of many hats).  I have not seen the movie, but I imagine it’s pretty awful based on the original material. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest question after reading the book is, “WHY?”  Why bother to write a novel when he was clearly thinking the whole time about how the screenplay and thus the movie would work?  I suppose he wanted the honor of being recognized as a published author.  Somehow, I doubt he received the praise he sought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-2725592759865910738?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/2725592759865910738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-6-paradise-alley-by-sylvester.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2725592759865910738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2725592759865910738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-6-paradise-alley-by-sylvester.html' title='Book 6: Paradise Alley by Sylvester Stallone'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-3082576123870878685</id><published>2009-11-24T16:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:45:46.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirley Jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horror'/><title type='text'>Book 5:  We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson</title><content type='html'>Gotta get this review in quick - there are cookies to be baked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Jackson knows how to weave a spooky tale.  She is, of course, best known for her short story "The Lottery," a tale that showed that underneath our modern veneer lies an uncivilized and barbaric heart.  In her novel "We Have Always Lived in the Castle," Jackson again shows how society can take its toll on the individual as she tells the tale of sisters Mary Katherine and Constance Blackwood.  This time, she explores the lengths to which one will go to protect oneself from the dangers of the world... and from other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Katherine, or Merricat as her sister calls her, and Constance live in the secluded Blackwood manor with their disabled Uncle Julian.  They are ostracized from the nearby village due to a highly publicized tragedy that occurred six years ago.  Their family is dead from poisoning (arsenic in the sugar at dinnertime), for which Constance was arrested, tried, and found not guilty.  Despite this verdict, the townspeople of the village believe she got away with murder, and so Constance has become agoraphobic and shut away in her home, away from gossiping villagers.  She spends her days cooking and cleaning and taking care of Uncle Julian, who is in a wheelchair and suffers dementia possibly as a side effect of arsenic poisoning (he is the lone survivor - Constance never took any poison, nor did Merricat, who had been sent to bed without supper that night).  She and her sister have their routines - they do not like change.  No one is allowed into the house except close family friends: people who were close to their parents and still drop by for tea - perhaps to keep up appearances, but most likely to gawk at the house and its odd inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is told in Merricat's voice. Merricat spends her days burying things for fun; running with her cat, Jonas; and thinking of ways to protect her sister and their home from the hateful villagers. She seems to believe in magical thinking - she chooses words that she cannot speak aloud, and by not saying them, she can prevent changes from happening.  Also, she has talismans to prevent others from breeching the safety of their home - for example, she nails a book of her father's to a tree to "protect" them.  One day, she notices that the book has fallen off the tree, and she immediately recognizes this as a bad omen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their safe, routine lives are disrupted by the sudden appearance of a distant cousin, Charles Blackwood.  He is allowed into the house, as he is family, but Merricat does not want him to upset the balance of their home.  It is clear that Charles is seeking the rumored Blackwood fortune.  His presence seems to wake Constance to the fact that they have been in hiding all these years, and as she starts to think about going back out into the world, Merricat becomes more and more distressed.  She decides to find a way to drive him out, but her actions have powerful consequences and spell doom for all the Blackwoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to give too much away, because I thought this was a fantastic novel.  I definitely recommend it to anyone who likes a good spooky, creepy read.  Jackson knows how to draw you in with only a few sentences, and she can weave a tale in under 200 pages that will stick with you for days.  (Unlike, say, Stephen King, who drones on and on for 1000s of pages... edit, man, edit!)  And she could teach today's horror writers a thing or two about being scary or creepy without being gory and violent (cough King cough - am I bitter or what?).  She sets the mood early in the story, with the very first chapter that describes a typical venture into town for groceries, and carries it all the way through the tragic ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-3082576123870878685?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/3082576123870878685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-5-we-have-always-lived-in-castle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3082576123870878685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3082576123870878685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-5-we-have-always-lived-in-castle.html' title='Book 5:  We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1241943576513711303</id><published>2009-11-22T21:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:16:54.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communism'/><title type='text'>Book 4: Waiting by Ha Jin</title><content type='html'>Ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jin's&lt;/span&gt; "Waiting" tells the story of Lin Kong, a meek, obedient doctor in the Chinese Army who is torn by his duty to Communist China and his desire to find love.  Lin is married to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shuyu&lt;/span&gt;, a woman who represents the old ways of China through her bound feet and their arranged marriage, but while in the army he meets Manna, a young nurse who falls for him despite the fact that he has a wife and daughter in the country.  Lin does not love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shuyu&lt;/span&gt;;  he only married her to please his dying mother.  She looks much older than her years, and he is embarrassed by her bound feet.  He only spends 10 days a year at home with her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hua&lt;/span&gt;, their daughter, during leave from the army.  In contrast, Manna is young and attractive, and over time they develop a desire to be with one another.  Manna convinces Lin to divorce his wife, and so on his annual trips home, he takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shuyu&lt;/span&gt; to the local courthouse to obtain a divorce.  And year after year, his wish is denied.  However, according to military rule, after 18 years of living separately, a husband and wife can divorce without the wife's consent, so on his 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; attempt, Lin wins his divorce, and he and Manna are free to marry.  From there, the story moves quickly, and by the end of the book, Lin has realized that he has spent his entire life doing nothing but waiting - for a divorce, for marriage to Manna, for him to finally experience that elusive thing called love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing about the book was the glimpse it gave into life in Communist China.  Growing up as the Cold War was ending, I don't recall having the spectre of Communism hanging above my head.  For as long as I can remember, our enemies have been in the Middle East; our major conflicts have been the first Gulf War and the current mess in Iraq.  I don't even recall learning much in history class - it was mostly Civil War, World Wars I &amp;amp; II, and then Mother Russia hated us and the Berlin Wall fell.  The end.  (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, history was my least favorite class, and I may have spent most of my time daydreaming, but I really don't recall learning much about Communism.)  Ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jin&lt;/span&gt; was himself in the army while he lived in China, so his portrayal of the Lin's struggle to remain true to both his country and his desires is very realistic.  It's amazing to realize just how devoted Lin's countrymen were to their duties.  There's also some descriptions of everyday propaganda used by the government to promote their ideals and keep their citizens in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I struggled at first to try not to despise Lin.  His reasons for wanting to divorce his wife angered me - she was ugly &amp;amp; looked old, and her feet embarrassed him?  She was also very devoted to him, took care of his parents on their deathbeds, and raised his daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;single-handedly&lt;/span&gt;.  However, I realized that I was letting a cultural divide prevent me from enjoying the story.  In America, arranged marriages are very rare, and divorces are incredibly easy to come by.  If a guy doesn't like a woman, he won't marry her just because his mother wants him to... but if he does, he can easily divorce her shortly thereafter.  In 1960s China, one of the most important values stressed by the government was the idea of a strong family - which meant divorce was frowned upon and hard to obtain, particularly in the country.  Once I got over my biases, I found the book to be a vivid, well-written glance into a culture that I admittedly know little about, but came to understand a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1241943576513711303?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1241943576513711303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-4-waiting-by-ha-jin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1241943576513711303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1241943576513711303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-4-waiting-by-ha-jin.html' title='Book 4: Waiting by Ha Jin'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-6835920872866716833</id><published>2009-11-19T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:42:49.281-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballroom'/><title type='text'>Ballroom With a Twist</title><content type='html'>Just got back from the Community Arts Center.  We went to see "Ballroom With a Twist," a production directed &amp;amp; choreographed by Louis van Amstel of "Dancing With the Stars" and "So You Think You Can Dance" fame.  It featured various ballroom routines performed by a dozen dancers.  They did jive, quickstep, samba, rumba, cha-cha, and others I recognized from watching SYTYCD but couldn't quite name.  In between numbers, David Hernandez and Trenyce of American Idol (seasons 7 and 2) came out to sing a few numbers and (attempt to) banter with the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1. Allison Holker of Season 2 of SYTYCD was one of the dancers!  Season 2 is one of my favorite seasons (along with Season 3... oh Pasha, how I miss you), and I still watch it from time to time.  So seeing her on the playbill made me a little excited.  I don't get starstruck, but in this case, I was thrilled.  She even performed a few contemporary solos, and they were honestly the best part of the show.&lt;br /&gt;2. When they announced David Hernandez, the girl next to Matt literally squealed.  I mean, really?  You're going to squee over a 12th place finisher?&lt;br /&gt;3. While Trenyce was getting her Whitney on with a cover of "I Have Nothing," a woman in the row in front of us started clapping at the end of the first chorus.  I'm not sure if she thought the song was over, or if she was just overcome by Trenyce's fierce gutteral intonations (girl was full-on growling by the end of the song), but I suddenly got the church giggles and had to plug my nose to prevent snorting.&lt;br /&gt;4. One of the dancers kept referring to us as "Williamsport... Pennsylvania," like we didn't know what state we were living in.  And she had this really dramatic pause after Williamsport, when she was clearly trying to remember where the hell she was.&lt;br /&gt;5. One dancer had some amazing high kicks that reminded us of Benji Schwimmer.  And then we were sad that he wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Trenyce and David came out to talk to the audience and kill some time during the second half.  They asked if anyone had any questions for them, and the spontaneous clapping lady in front of us shouted out, "ADAM!"  I guess she was referring to Adam Lambert, the most recent winner of AI.  Which has fuck all to do with the show tonight.  She was clearly on something.  They ignored her and proceeded to ask each other what they had in the works so they could shamelessly plug their upcoming projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half was better than the first, full of sexy sambas and a great group finale.  Considering our tickets were free (yay for student tickets from Penn Tech), I would say it was a great way to spend an evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am really looking forward to this weekend.  I got the whole weekend off from work, so Matt &amp;amp; I are headed out of town.  We booked a last minute hotel room and decided to spend this weekend relaxing, just the two of us, before our families gather for the holidays.  We didn't plan it this way, but our anniversary happens to be coming up, so it's kinda good timing.  So I hope y'all have a great weekend, because come 5 pm tomorrow, I'm disappearing until Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-6835920872866716833?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/6835920872866716833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/ballroom-with-twist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6835920872866716833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6835920872866716833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/ballroom-with-twist.html' title='Ballroom With a Twist'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7352676322841183047</id><published>2009-11-17T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:43:00.856-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punctuation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 3: Eats, Shoots &amp; Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation by Lynne Truss</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to read this book for a while.  Truss, a British journalist, fed up after years of witnessing major abuse to the use of punctuation in all walks of life, has written a witty guide meant to teach and illuminate its finer points.  She delves into each separate punctuation mark and discusses its history from inception to modern-day uses (and abuses).  Her writing is sharp and funny, and her examples are clever.  From the chapter on apostrophes, here are some examples of the use of "it's":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn (it is your turn)&lt;br /&gt;It's got very cold (it has got very cold)&lt;br /&gt;It's a braw bricht moonlicht nicht the nicht (no idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Truss's wit and true love for punctuation that keeps her writing from turning condescending and dull.  Of course, I'm the person at work who takes down signs that have errant commas, so I'm pretty much her intended reader.  I love her idea of "sticklers" coming together to fight for correct usage of apostrophes and so on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a quick, enjoyable read.  The version I read wasn't adapted for American audiences, so a few of the references were lost on me, and I had to remind myself that some of the English rules don't apply to American printing.  But overall, I would recommend this book to anyone who loves grammar... and those who could use a few pointers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7352676322841183047?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7352676322841183047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-3-eats-shoots-leaves-zero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7352676322841183047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7352676322841183047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-3-eats-shoots-leaves-zero.html' title='Book 3: Eats, Shoots &amp; Leaves: The Zero Tolerance Approach to Punctuation by Lynne Truss'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1933937016391256741</id><published>2009-11-10T17:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:52:09.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon and Kate Plus 8'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>Book 2: Multiple Blessings by Jon and Kate Gosselin</title><content type='html'>I have never been that girly girl who dreamed of her wedding day.  Likewise, I've never had any sort of maternal desires.  At all.  The thought of having a kid fills me simultaneously with fear and disgust.  It's just not for me.  So reading this book was like a glimpse into another world... one where it's all babies, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Multiple Blessings&lt;/span&gt; lists both Jon &amp;amp; Kate Gosselin as the authors, but the book is told entirely from Kate's POV.  It's the story of how Kate grew up wanting children, got married, had two kids, then decided to try for just one more and got 6 instead.  Having seen their TLC show, and knowing all about their recent troubles thanks to their non-stop media blitz, I was fairly familiar with most of their story, but the book sheds some light on how difficult it was for Kate to get pregnant.  It also refers to Kate's unwavering faith in God to pull her through her difficult pregnancies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book doesn't contain too many surprises, given that the Gosselins are a very public family thanks to their TLC show and recent media blitz.  But I did learn a few things. Kate is one of those Christians who believes that God has a plan for everyone, and she refers to it repeatedly throughout the book.  I knew that the Gosselins had turned to infertility treatments to help them conceive, but I didn't know that she had Polycyctic Ovarian Syndrome, which meant that she never ovulated... ever.  Now, a more cynical person than I would interject at this point, "Perhaps that was her God's way of telling her she's not supposed to have kids?"  But luckily I'm not that cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kate underwent all sorts of medical procedures and endured a lot of problems during her second pregancy... probably because the human body is not meant to carry 6 fetuses at one time.  Her complete disregard for her own health is a little disturbing - she describes being obsessed with providing for her babies in the womb, but what of her other children?  If she had died from complications while pregnant, she would've left behind two little girls - if she had died after childbirth she would've had 8 children who would've had to grow up without a mother.  Her singlemindedness was astounding.  Her doctor even encouraged her to use selective reduction, and reduce the amount of fetuses to a more viable number, but she and Jon wouldn't hear it.  And yet... she mentions praying that her God would reduce the number for her.  Whether God or the doctor does it, it's still eliminating a fetus... but if her God did it, she wouldn't feel any guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my opinions aside, this was a really easy read.  I did find myself looking for clues to explain the implosion of their marriage, but the book doesn't really go much deeper than discussing her pregnancies and the first few years of the sextuplets.  I suppose I'll have to read her next book (is there one?  I'm sure there's one in the works at the very least) if I really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1933937016391256741?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1933937016391256741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-2-multiple-blessings-by-jon-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1933937016391256741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1933937016391256741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/book-2-multiple-blessings-by-jon-and.html' title='Book 2: Multiple Blessings by Jon and Kate Gosselin'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-2442354926444703415</id><published>2009-11-05T22:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:39:52.137-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Dark Tower series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>CRII: Book 1: The Dark Tower (book 7) by Stephen King</title><content type='html'>Well, I picked a hell of a week to read an 800+ pager.  But... it is DONE.  Don't know if this is necessary, but *spoilers ahead*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen King's Dark Tower series is his "magnum opus," as he calls it.  It is, to be brief, the tale of gunslinger Roland &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deschain&lt;/span&gt; of Gilead, son of Steven, of the line of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eld&lt;/span&gt;, and his quest to reach the aforementioned tower.  It is his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;, his destiny, to do so.  In his travels, he draws three others to him - they become his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tet&lt;/span&gt; - and they fight not only to help him reach the tower but also to save existence itself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm glossing over the first six books a bit... but this is all about the finale, right?  Say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thankya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew, going into the series, that Stephen King had written himself into the series.  I recall reading a thread on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pajiba&lt;/span&gt; that talked about an upcoming movie adaptation.  I read the comments and decided that I wanted to read the series for myself, but not before I caught that King had made himself a character.  So I was expecting him to make an appearance... but I wasn't expecting him to use himself in such a meta fashion.  And, to be honest, I found his presence rather frustrating.  As I read the first 5 books, I found myself becoming engrossed in Roland's world(s), becoming invested in these characters, and wanting to know what would happen when Roland's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tet&lt;/span&gt; finally reached that damn tower.  But King's presence took me out of that world.  And then, in the final book, King steps in and saves the characters from a villain named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dandelo&lt;/span&gt; by introducing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;deus&lt;/span&gt; ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;machina&lt;/span&gt;... that he specifically calls out as such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about breaking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;glammar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the tower, you may be asking?  Well, Roland does reach it, and I actually wasn't too surprised at what he finds.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;, after all, is a wheel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he reaches it without his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tet&lt;/span&gt; at his side.  I found myself tearing up as one character after another reached the clearing at the end of the path... but the epilogue turned those tears into ones of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my quibbles.  King can be incredibly loquacious and blather on and on for pages, like when describing the journey the characters went on to reach Odd Lane, but then be frustratingly vague about other things.  Like the Crimson King - all that build-up about this hugely important villain, only to have him undone by a f*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cking&lt;/span&gt; eraser?  And who the hell was he?  This entire time, I expected him to be revealed as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Merlyn&lt;/span&gt;, in line with the whole "Arthur the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Eld&lt;/span&gt;" theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But King would probably say I was missing the point.  To me, it seems the whole idea is that he has no control over what he writes, but that it controls him.  Like poor Roland, who is fated to make that long, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt;, and lonely trek to the tower ad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;infinitum&lt;/span&gt;... until he gets it just right.  To King and his gunslinger, it's all about the journey, not the destination... no matter how much it calls one's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-2442354926444703415?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/2442354926444703415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/crii-book-1-dark-tower-book-7-by.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2442354926444703415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/2442354926444703415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/11/crii-book-1-dark-tower-book-7-by.html' title='CRII: Book 1: The Dark Tower (book 7) by Stephen King'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-7865589682914041512</id><published>2009-10-31T20:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:17:56.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyo-kun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>T-Minus 4 hours...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZqd3GsHdy0/SuzTFvQ4xOI/AAAAAAAAACg/24PFYvWgy-U/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZqd3GsHdy0/SuzTFvQ4xOI/AAAAAAAAACg/24PFYvWgy-U/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398922148850484450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newest kitty, Sohma Kyo (aka Kyo-kun) watches me blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CR II starts tomorrow!  I have been fighting the temptation since Friday to start a new book.  I finished the Dark Tower 6 just in time, so my first book shall be the final Dark Tower!  It's HUGE, so I may as well get it out of the way.   To my fellow readers, good luck and good reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Halloween!  Not a single trick-or-treater tonight.  Wasn't expecting any out here in the boonies, but still... a very quiet Halloween at home.  Hope y'all are having a great time with the ghoulies and goblins tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. S.  No one's figured out from where I got Kyo-kun's name.  Any guesses?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-7865589682914041512?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/7865589682914041512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-minus-4-hours.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7865589682914041512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/7865589682914041512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-minus-4-hours.html' title='T-Minus 4 hours...'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZqd3GsHdy0/SuzTFvQ4xOI/AAAAAAAAACg/24PFYvWgy-U/s72-c/IMG_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-6202892618366633820</id><published>2009-10-25T19:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:33:52.613-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mummer&apos;s Parade'/><title type='text'>Everyone loves a parade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZqd3GsHdy0/SuTep7RlgZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ze_dCCT0bmk/s1600-h/IMG_0458.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/_ZZqd3GsHdy0/SuTep7RlgZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ze_dCCT0bmk/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396683065364152722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the annual Mummer's Parade in my hometown.  It was postponed from yesterday thanks to the tsunami that blew through here.  I have many fond memories of marching in the parade in high school, but it's much nicer to be able to sit, relax, and enjoy the whole thing with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some very creative floats this year, including a great Sweeney Todd float.  And lots of cool costumed characters were walking the route.  One guy was dressed up in the most elaborate Death costume I've ever seen (wish I'd taken a picture) - he looked like the Ghost of Christmas Future from the movie Scrooged, but amped up a notch.  I got a few photos of his cohorts over on my FB page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the parade for my little cousins is always the candy they throw out to the crowd, and this year, they didn't disappoint.  We sit near the end of the parade route, so we tend to get whatever's left over.  So when the Frito Lay float hit us, we made out like bandits.  They literally dumped boxes of Cheetos and Funyuns over our heads.  And the Pepsi Co float handlers handed out cases of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best moment of the parade wasn't one of the floats or the free swag.  No, for me, the highlight came from my little cousin Julian, shown at the top of the post.  He's 6 and he's precocious and devilish - a bad combination, to be sure.  We were sitting sandwiched between two other families.  As the parade passed us, the people giving out candy would throw candy to the family on our left, then walk past us, then throw candy to the family on our right.  I'm sure it was just due to the pacing of the parade - you can't really throw candy to everyone.  But that's not how little Julian saw it.  After about 3 or 4 groups passed by without giving us any candy, Julian turned to me and said, "They're only giving candy to the white people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost it.  I completely cracked up, and grabbed him and smothered him in a hug.  Then I reminded him that he is half-white, but I don't think it really mattered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-6202892618366633820?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/6202892618366633820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-loves-parade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6202892618366633820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/6202892618366633820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-loves-parade.html' title='Everyone loves a parade!'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZqd3GsHdy0/SuTep7RlgZI/AAAAAAAAACY/ze_dCCT0bmk/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-8299330192652897163</id><published>2009-10-24T22:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:46:00.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><title type='text'>Ahhh, Saturdays...</title><content type='html'>I've never been a huge sports gal, save for playing tennis, but since I've been with Matt, I've turned into a college football fanatic.  And there have been some amazing games today!  Penn State kicked Michigan's sorry butt, Terrance Cody from Alabama became Tennessee's worst nightmare today, and that last minute TD in the Iowa-Michigan State game was unfuckingbelievable.  I really thought Stanzi wasn't gonna win that one... ah well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'rents took us out for my birthday dinner tonight.  We went to Ichiban, a local Japanese hibachi/sushi restaurant.  They always put on a great show, and the food is fantastic.  After dinner, they brought out a cake and sang to me, with a gong to punctuate each line.  It was goofy and fun.  And my dad was in fine form this evening.  He's a very garrulous guy, but I love him despite his (sometimes embarassing) ramblings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was super excited about the birthday card he'd picked out for me.  It was one of those cards that plays a little message, and it was all about surprises.  Well, he'd apparently thought it was the funniest thing on earth, and spent the last week playing it over and over, cracking himself up.  My brother said he'd seen Dad laughing so hard that he started crying.  Over a card!  Finally Mom had to tell him to stop playing it or it would be dead by the time I got it.  He made me open it in the restaurant, and then again when we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to Matt &amp;amp; I in Wal-Mart tonight.  We stopped on our way home to grab some stuff, and as we passed the greeting card section, Matt suddenly made a beeline for a card.  It was a Halloween card that had the same characters as my birthday card, and a similarly goofy message.  I can't wait to see the look on Dad's face when he opens it on Saturday... if I can wait 'til then to give it to him.  What can I say... he's goofy, for sure, but he's my dad, and I wouldn't want him to change for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had plans to go out tonight with some friends, but they weren't planning on gathering until 10:30.  I had to work this morning for the first time in months, so I am super exhausted and the idea of waiting until 10:30 to go out?  Isn't too enthralling.  Call me an old lady, but right now nothing sounds better than snuggling in my nice, warm bed... and maybe watching some Home Movies before bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-8299330192652897163?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/8299330192652897163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhh-saturdays.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8299330192652897163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8299330192652897163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhh-saturdays.html' title='Ahhh, Saturdays...'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-8225287992906078496</id><published>2009-10-21T18:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:20:31.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Happy Wednesday</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday today.  I am 27.  I don't really have any strong feelings about getting closer to 30, and I'm not gonna do any big introspective entries about my life tonight... but suffice it to say that I didn't expect to be this old and living in my hometown again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a quiet birthday.  I woke up early, bought myself some breakfast before work, treated myself to lunch as well, then came home to an empty house.  Matt's still at school, so I have no idea if we'll even celebrate tonight - if he even has a celebration planned.  I guess that's a downside of getting older - it's not a big deal anymore.  I did get some nice messages from several friends... and a few emails from some radio stations down in Orlando.  (I must've signed up for a contest &amp;amp; ended up on their email lists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already jumped the gun on the Cannonball Read.  I FINALLY got the sixth book in the Dark Tower series, and I was too eager to start reading it to wait two more weeks.  So now I have to try to finish it before November 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our apartment has been invaded by ladybugs.  As I sit here now, I can see about a dozen on the wall &amp;amp; ceiling, and several more flapping around the ceiling light.  Folklore says that finding a ladybug in your house in the winter is a sign of good luck... but I'm still gonna vacuum these suckers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the New Moon soundtrack the other day.  Sure, the books &amp;amp; movies are crap, but the Twilight soundtrack was great, and I had high hopes for this one.  I mean, look at the list of artists on this album - Bon Iver, Muse, Thom Yorke, Lykke Li, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Ok Go, etc, etc.  And yet - the album is the meh.  It's kinda slow and low-energy and sluggish.  I suppose, in retrospect, I should've known it would be like that.  For the uninitiated, New Moon is the book in which Edward decides he and his family are putting Bella's life at risk (gee, you think?!?), so he totally bails on her.  Bella spends the rest of the book pouting and brooding and being a complete waste of life (moreso than usual)... so it only makes sense that this soundtrack would be very, very mellow.  Ah well.  I also got the latest from Stellastarr*, and it's much more upbeat than their last album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-8225287992906078496?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/8225287992906078496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8225287992906078496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/8225287992906078496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-wednesday.html' title='Happy Wednesday'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-3651417822617987777</id><published>2009-10-16T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T19:46:41.758-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book suggestions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ann Coulter is Evil'/><title type='text'>Workin' on the reading list</title><content type='html'>I raided my mother's library yesterday.  She has an impressive collection of books, thanks to an old bookstore in town that used to have "Buck-a-Book" sales.  So now I have a few books to get me started on the CR.  I will be reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting by Ha Jin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Persuasion by Jane Austen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eats, Shoots &amp;amp; Leaves by Lynne Truss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Horse and His Boy (book 3 of the Narnia Chronicles)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (book 4)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slander: Liberal Lies About The American Right by Ann Coulter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yes, I've never finished the Chronicles of Narnia series.  I've read the first two books, and I figure now's a good a time as any to finish the series.  I'll have to hit up the library for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Ann Coulter book... I was surprised to see it in Mom's collection.  And when I confronted her about it, she was just as surprised.  She swears she didn't buy it, and I believe her.  I bet one of our conservative relatives gave it to her.  I've decided to read it for myself.  Might be nice to do a scathing review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any science fiction recommendations, I'm more than willing to listen.  I'll be raiding the library for Philip K. Dick, Ray Bradbury, and the last two books of the Dark Tower series.  But beyond that, I could use some suggestions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-3651417822617987777?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/3651417822617987777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/workin-on-reading-list.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3651417822617987777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/3651417822617987777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/workin-on-reading-list.html' title='Workin&apos; on the reading list'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4054711496864155367.post-1966996244809670606</id><published>2009-10-13T18:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:31:00.412-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio State sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cannonball Read'/><title type='text'>...well, here goes nothin'</title><content type='html'>Alright.  I gave in and got one of these blog thingymabobs.  Not because I have anything terribly interesting or profound to say... wait, where are you going?  Come back, I have cookies!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I've finally given in and started a blog so I can participate in the second annual Cannonball Read.  For those of you asking, "Wasn't that a terrible movie starring Burt Reynolds?," first of all, NO, that was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cannonball Run&lt;/span&gt; and it was hi-larious**, and secondly, it's a competition to read 52 books in a year - and review them all on here.  See &lt;a href="http://www.pajiba.com/book_reviews/cannonball-read-season-two.php"&gt;linky&lt;/a&gt; for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's all for now.  Look for book reviews, wedding updates, ramblings, random stories about Rilo Kitty, and much, much more to come in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I have burnt chocolate chip cookies.  Still edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* *Or so I've heard.  I've never actually seen it.  But I enjoy the fact that it's called "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cannonball Run&lt;/span&gt;, like how people call Ohio State "THE" Ohio State University.  Terrell Pryor still sucks, no matter how many articles you add to the school's name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4054711496864155367-1966996244809670606?l=impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/feeds/1966996244809670606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-here-goes-nothin.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1966996244809670606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4054711496864155367/posts/default/1966996244809670606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://impudentmelbiv.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-here-goes-nothin.html' title='...well, here goes nothin&apos;'/><author><name>Mel Biv Devoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05461449099475415400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vdzSQ91F-PI/TmUZrakvZ5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/aE7hiXimAQE/s220/photo-2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
