Reviews

The Hunger Games has been recommended to me repeatedly by many of my coworkers and library patrons. Since I grew up under a totalitarian regime, I usually try to avoid reading about such regimes, because I have enough personal experience to last me a lifetime. Therefore it took me over a year and half to finally give it a try.

American Subversive is the story  of  professional blogger Aidan Cole and the Page Roderick a home-grown terrorist.  From the beginning we know they are in hiding(but not together) and the remainder of the book is devoted to telling us why.  The story is told in the alternate voices of Page and Aidan and the prologue ends with the following stateme

There are no vampires or werewolves, no spaceships or aliens. Chasing Perfect is just a traditional romance set in Fool’s Gold, California.

We all know movies can be a tremendous letdown if the source material (generally a book) was very good. And in fact, the film adaptation of "The Road" got mixed reviews, though perhaps some of those were unfair.

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie is a mystery certain to charm you. Your narrator is Flavia de Luce, a precocious eleven-year-old with a gift for chemical wizardry (her specialty: poison!).

This book is hard to read – but so is William Goldman’s Lord of the Flies or George Orwell’s 1984.

 I read the first eight volumes of this some time back—between one and four years ago—and the other day I noticed that volumes nine and ten were available, picked them up, and concluded the series.

The Solitude of Prime Numbers by Paolo Giordano could probably be called an anti relationship book.

Set in small town Tula Springs, Louisiana, Modern Baptists is the story of middle-aged bachelor Bobby Pickens who decides to let his recently released ex-con half-brother move in with him. Bobby makes this decision because he thinks he is dying of melanoma and there will be no one to mourn his death. After half-brother F.X. moves in, Bobby learns that he doesn't have cancer after all. But it's too late to dislodge F.X., who has settled in for the long term.

I recall, as a fairly sheltered college student, traveling to New York City for the wedding of a distant relative. It hadn’t occurred to me that there could be neighborhoods in this crowded place of constant motion. When I supposed that it must get lonely living where you would never serendipitously bump into someone you knew, a cousin tried to set me straight by explaining that people frequent the same places and thus you would often encounter the same people.