BTT: Reading South for the Winter.

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Do you read the inside flaps that describe a book before or while reading it?

The northern hemisphere, at least, is socked in by winter right now… So, on a cold, wintry day, when you want nothing more than to curl up with a good book on the couch … what kind of reading do you want to do? Don’t forget to leave a link to your actual response (so people don’t have to go searching for it) in the comments—or if you prefer, leave your answers in the comments themselves!

Well, it’s been quite balmy in Atlanta, the past few weeks but I do remember the frozen north a bit. My favorite thing to settle down with is an all consuming novel. I don’t want something light but I don’t really want a text book. If it’s fireside reading, it has to be enthralling. It almost has to be the opposite of a fluffy beach read. I want something to take me far away from the cold. No, I am not a winter reveler. Despite my pagan tendencies, I am not one for all seasons and prefer to just close my eyes and hope for spring. Thus, I like a good distraction.

Just for the record, I am taking myself south to Miami (no not for the Superbowl, I refuse to even acknowledge that the Colts are playing the Saints. Boo.), for family. I shall be switching over to beach reading for two days.

Mini Masters ~ Julie Merberg and Suzanne Bober

If you’ve known me for a minute, you’ve known me for a life time. I talk a lot and I repeat what I talk about. Above all things. reading, art, music and people are the most important things I repeat. Discarding, just for a second, music (and feel free to turn on a little Death Cab or Mozart while you’re reading if you’d like), I have found the most amazing book series:
It intertwines people, art, and reading all in one. Each page covers a section of a well known art piece by the title master, coupled with an adorable little poem. I’ve tested the books on my infant room, the one year-olds and my nearly two year old son. They all seem to enjoy it from different perspectives. The infants and one year olds are, as may be expected, more interested (but are, in fact, interested) in the colors and shapes of the paintings where my son is more interested in “see art”.





Needless to say I’m a big fan of the series and hope they put out more as they gain popularity, more focused on modern art. Although, I don’t think a Reading with Rothko would provide very much literary stimulation. I’m just saying.

BTT: Well, gee, I didn’t see THAT coming!

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Jackie says, “I love books with complicated plots and unexpected endings. What is your favourite book with a fantastic twist at the end?”

So, today’s question is in two parts.

1. Do YOU like books with complicated plots and unexpected endings?

2. What book with a surprise ending is your favorite? Or your least favorite?

Don’t forget to leave a link to your actual response (so people don’t have to go searching for it) in the comments—or if you prefer, leave your answers in the comments themselves!

I love books with complicated plots but not in the pulp fiction sense. I like a good twist, yes. I also like a well woven story where there is less drama and more theoretical manipulation of a storyline. I love surprises (and, in life, as opposed to fiction, I am a bit forgetful and am thus easily surprised). I love hidden meanings and innuendos even in a flat  piece of art never mind a thick novel.

One of my favorite twisted plots is Umberto Eco’s Foucault’s Pendulum. The entire story is a little bit nuts but the ending takes a wild twist. It’s a fantastic story but I can’t even begin to describe it or the mystery will be lost. Check it out. :O)

Teaser Tuesday: The Time Traveler’s Wife ~ Audrey Niffenegger

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“Clare: It’s hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s ok. It’s hard to be the one who stays.” The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffengger p. 1

The Birth of Venus ~ Sarah Dunant



Genre: Adult Historical Fiction

Publisher: Random House

416 pages

ISBN: 9781400060733

I hate to say it but more often than not, I am underwhelmed by a book when I close it. I don’t, generally, fall in love with stories like I used to. I don’t know if that is a result of reading too much or living too much but regardless of reason, it’s true. I haven’t, for a while, found a book that I will recommend around to a large audience on different subjects depending on the person.

I’d like to say a big “thank you” to Sarah Dunant for breaking my losing streak. I just finished her Birth of Venus and it’s exquisite. Not only is the time period expertly researched but she manages to hit on those emotions that were felt so deeply then and still ring true, today. Themes of sexuality, both general and orientation, are explored in an unabashed, dare I say, naked way that leaves the reader feeling less exposed and more unburdened.

Her tale follows Florentine and budding artist, Alessandra, the youngest daughter of a wealthy cloth merchant, from girlhood to twilight, tripping along through history on her way. As Alessandra is coming of age, Florence is coming to grips with the Medici murders and the rise of crazed Dominican priest, Savonarola. It is a time between flourishing culture and the horrific Bonfire of the Vanities. Michelangelo and Da Vinci are young men, virtually unknown but it is already a culture of beauty and freedom that takes a strong dislike to the pulpit thumping of the man of the hour.

Through the trouble and strife, Alessandra encounters several great figures from history, laying claim to several as lovers and relatives in her wake. To say much more about the actual story woven would do a disservice to Dunant’s beautifully crafted masterpiece. The writing is flawless but not the most impressive part. The overall story itself is the stronger aspect. She is able to capture the tone of the time in a way that makes it parallel in many ways to our own. Closeted heads of state, teen angst, young love, tortured starving artists, corruption, censorship and abuse of power are all intertwined to create a tapestry that, with a few tweaks could take place several hundred years in the future.

As I mentioned before, this is a must read and my new recommendation. If you like art, love, history, sex, violence or any combination thereof, The Birth of Venus is well worth diving in to.

BTT: Meet my good friends…

Who’s your favorite author that other people are NOT reading? The one you want to evangelize for, the one you would run popularity campaigns for? The author that, so far as you’re concerned, everyone should be reading–but that nobody seems to have heard of. You know, not JK Rowling, not Jane Austen, not Hemingway–everybody’s heard of them. The author that you think should be that famous and can’t understand why they’re not…


Don’t forget to leave a link to your actual response (so people don’t have to go searching for it) in the comments—or if you prefer, leave your answers in the comments themselves!

I’m never sure who it is I read who will be known or unknown by others. My all time favorites are people who went down in literary history but may not have made it to the block buster list. I love Eco, and Hesse and Sartre who have made many a list for decades but, again, they are not really crowd pleasers. I think people are turned off by the “heaviness” of the writing or the thinking but gosh, they just shouldn’t be!

Teaser Tuesday: Tapping the Source ~ Kem Nunn

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He told them that he was leaving, that he was going to look for Ellen. “What’ll you go on?’ Gordon wanted to know. “The Harley?” Tapping the Source by Kem Nunn p. 8

[iwriteinbooks] Consolidation for Conservation!

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In a perfect world, I would be able to add music to just one part of my blog entry. The beginning rise for this particular post would either be the beloved crescendo from 2001: A Space Oddessey or the opening few bars of Cream’s White Room. Whatever the case, either song would lead to this:

Yes, that’s right, folks, The Nook. I am not, usually, a gadget person. Granted, I have a Prius and my husband’s hand-me-down iPhone but that’s where it ends. Let me also say that I swore up and down that I would never have an eReader of any persuasion.

I loved hanging upside down off the end of the couch with soft paper pages dangling in front of my face. I loved the warmth, so I thought, of having something to move and play with while I was reading. I loved building my library to loan and reread. I loved browsing the aisles at my local bookstore to get just the right pick to read with my coffee, that day.

While I will, most of all, miss constantly supporting my indie bookstore habit (I’ll still buy most of Kai’s books, there and gifts when I can), I think the environmental benefits far outweigh the small business aspect. Now, don’t get me wrong, I have about six or seven indies that I love, adore and cherish but again, I’ll find other ways to help them.

As far as holding a physical book in my hands, I think I have lost most of the romance associated with tearing down resources for a small superstitious bit of happiness. Our human instinct to want, to have, to horde is sometimes too strong to brush away in order to see it for what it is. An animal instinct, organic for sure, but destructive and useless just the same.

I know it seems like a contradiction to lifestyle, but I’d like to think that Thoreau might sit in his cabin with nothing but a Nook. How simple! One small item and nothing more. No trees, no space, no ink. The simplicity is astounding.

Now if you’re in the camp of Global Warming deniers, this theory isn’t for you. But, even if you like to go cutting down trees, willy nilly, think of your back, for heaven’s sake! My bag has felt like it’s been missing something for the past few days but then I peek in and see my Nook and know that all is right. Gone are the four or five bricks I used to carry around at one time.

It’s Sunday, I’m in love. Ah, yes, life is good.

Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything ~ Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner


Genre: Non fiction

Publisher: William Morrow & Company

256 pages

ISBN: 9780060731328
They say numbers don’t lie. That might be true in terms of how many years a person has lived or how much a five pound weight weighs. However, if you try to use quantitative data to supply evidence for a qualitative end product, you may find yourself lacking in any true objectivity.

Stephen Dubner and Steven Levitt, make this fatal mistake in trying to prove the exact opposite in their fairly controversial book, Freakonomics. Perhaps they made the mistake of taking on hot-button topics like abortion, race and gender by trying to prove something that they should have explained using wildlife, art and music. Perhaps their intention was not to make certain moral stands but simply to say that numbers do, in fact lie.

Unfortunately, for me, I found their “examples” of just how statistics deceive, fairly partisan on a number of occasions. Were the facts completely fool proof, like perhaps, refuting the claim that the ocean is a pleasant shade of lemon yellow instead of sea blue, then, I might have had an easier time taking their theories seriously.

Their assertions, however, seemed to simply guestimate that common, in their defense, mostly likely false, data were instead indicators of something completely different. All the while, they did not give any real, hard evidence, as to why their particular theory was correct over the conventional wisdom or a third option.

In a second defense, they did a fair amount of relative fence-sitting, but on more than one occasion, took a less than watery line that lead me, as a reader, to believe that while they wouldn’t say, 100% that the new conclusion was indeed correct, they were personal fans of the more recently concluded theories.

If this sounds bitter, it’s not. I think, my main issue was that it was largely ironic. In claiming that there is a seedy underbelly to the facts presented in the media, et al, they took hard lines of their own. And no, this is not really an issue of which lines they took. If the book was written by a pair of a different race, a different gender or a different socio-economic status, and proceeded to take equally strong stands in the name of liberal “objectivity”, I would still find fault in the presentation.

All of that said, there are entertaining parts to the book and I zipped right along through it. I think, my final conclusion is that, like many of the parenting advice tomes they bashed (again, not bitter, I wholeheartedly agreed with their dismissal of the Obsessive Baby Raiser book market), the writing inside of Freakonomics is best read with “subjectivity is all around us” repeating in the back of your head.

It is my hope to get a few guest bloggers on here in the next week or so in the moderate camp and conservative camp to see if it was my sociopolitical leaning that lead my ambivalence about this piece or whether even from the other side of the fence, this oozes subjective defense of a false objectivity.

BTT: Preludes

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Do you read the inside flaps that describe a book before or while reading it?

I do and I do often. I have a book blog (occasionally, these days) and thus I love reviews. I love summaries, opinions, thoughts and ideas. I won’t read customer reviews on Barnes and Nobel or Amazon until I’m done because I often find that they contain too much of the meat of the story. Blurbs and jackets and professional or blogger reviews, however, give just enough of a taste to keep a book lover wanting more.