<?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-5114805172280368955</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:41:07.742-07:00</updated><category term='africa'/><category term='psychology'/><category term='travel'/><category term='economics'/><category term='middle-east'/><category term='novel'/><category term='short story'/><category term='5 stars'/><category term='historical fiction'/><category term='politics'/><category term='history'/><category term='almost 5 stars'/><category term='chick-lit'/><category term='WWII'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='biography'/><category term='writing'/><category term='social commentary'/><category term='classic'/><category term='memoir'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>confessions of a bookworm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2991585852113790757</id><published>2008-04-20T12:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:32.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost 5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Bell Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Sylvia Plath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4.5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuJao_cvZI/AAAAAAAABm0/0vcOOWfoFOo/s1600-h/bell+jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191394086247775634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuJao_cvZI/AAAAAAAABm0/0vcOOWfoFOo/s200/bell+jar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why, why, WHY did it take me so long to discover this book? Seriously, why? Plath's writing style is enviable, her ability to describe so fully the intricacies of the human mind is remarkable, and Esther's slow descent into madness leaves me wondering how exactly anyone is classified as certifiably "crazy". I have done some research on Sylvia Plath herself, and her story is as heart-breaking and complicated as that of her main character, Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so much of myself on these pages, so many of my own thoughts; I began to simultaneously encourage and doubt myself as an individual. I'm not really even sure if that is the best way to describe that feeling, I will probably have to re-read this book before I can really grasp everything that is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more to say; I could describe the basic plot, but it is covered on the back cover of the book and really has little to do with the brilliance of this book. And simply stating that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a "coming of age" novel doesn't do it any justice. Do yourself a favor and pick up this book on your next trip to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon.com,&lt;/a&gt; or the public library and give yourself the chance to be changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2991585852113790757?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2991585852113790757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2991585852113790757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2991585852113790757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2991585852113790757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/04/bell-jar.html' title='The Bell Jar'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuJao_cvZI/AAAAAAAABm0/0vcOOWfoFOo/s72-c/bell+jar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-9046841692445153091</id><published>2008-04-20T11:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:33.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Dai Sijie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuAeI_cvUI/AAAAAAAABmM/8GBU4R1fGGQ/s1600-h/balzac.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuGoo_cvYI/AAAAAAAABms/-1UkOZvhkLc/s1600-h/balzac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191391028231060866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuGoo_cvYI/AAAAAAAABms/-1UkOZvhkLc/s200/balzac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite quotes comes from the classic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1984&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by George Orwell; "Once a mind is expanded by a new idea it can never again return to it's original size." I love the idea of an ever-expanding mind, constantly taking in new ideas and adding to their knowledge base. &lt;em&gt;Balzac&lt;/em&gt; tells the story of two friends in rural Maoist China who manage to acquire a treasure trove, a suitcase full of classic books. As they devour the forbidden text they change their minds on a variety of topics. However, it is not until they bring a young seamstress into their circle of ideas that they realize the power of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I will love a book that details the "why" of my own love affair with pages of printed words, ideas and stories bound together. Reading this book reminded me how much I love reading (particularly when this reading immediately followed the near-disaster of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/04/1776.html"&gt;1776&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, having studied China and her history, I was fascinated by this Maoist period story of regular people trying to survive and trying to remain untouched (or broken) by an oppressive communist dictator. I was also both saddened and encouraged by the affect Western culture had on China. Some parts of Chinese culture have been forever lost, squelched by an ever advancing capitalistic culture. However, other aspects of subservience and little (or no) education for citizens I am thrilled to see being chipped away in this novel. I know I will be reading and re-reading this book again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-9046841692445153091?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/9046841692445153091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=9046841692445153091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/9046841692445153091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/9046841692445153091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/04/balzac-and-little-chinese-seamstress.html' title='Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuGoo_cvYI/AAAAAAAABms/-1UkOZvhkLc/s72-c/balzac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-1773443365990144415</id><published>2008-04-20T11:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:33.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Weekend in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Robyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sisman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAt8h4_cvTI/AAAAAAAABmE/aiDIk6gPKjM/s1600-h/Weekend+in+Paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuGTo_cvXI/AAAAAAAABmk/o2d9Y3AYoYI/s1600-h/Weekend+in+Paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191390667453807986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuGTo_cvXI/AAAAAAAABmk/o2d9Y3AYoYI/s200/Weekend+in+Paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite chick-lit books &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Just-Friends/Robyn-Sisman/e/9780345442277/?itm=1"&gt;Just Friends&lt;/a&gt; was also written by Robyn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sisman&lt;/span&gt;, so when I saw this book I immediately picked it up and assumed that the same witty writing, unpredictable plot twists and charming heroine would have me falling for "Weekend in Paris" within the first 50 pages. Not so much. The heroine, Molly, is whiny and co-dependent and can't do anything without checking in with her mother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, fine. I assumed that her taking a whirl-wind, spontaneous trip to Paris would reveal some kind of independent streak, or even a blip. Again, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began hating this book, hating the characters, and predicting every "plot twist" probably 30 or 40 pages before it twisted. Which, needless to say, is incredibly frustrating. Remarkably, Molly's crazy-Paris, weekend left me without any desires to hop on a plane to France. A girl can get too drunk and crazy, morally loose and act like a whiny, selfish brat without quitting her job and jumping on the tube to a different country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel has every possible cliche that I would expect in a first attempt at writing; a missing father, an uptight main character who loses her head and her self in a new city, a brooding handsome stranger who has a secret and a crazy, independent new friend who, at the end of the &lt;strike&gt;day&lt;/strike&gt; weekend has not rubbed off on the heroine whatsoever. Frankly, I'd be more inspired and intrigued after reading a French cookbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-1773443365990144415?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1773443365990144415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=1773443365990144415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1773443365990144415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1773443365990144415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekend-in-paris.html' title='Weekend in Paris'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuGTo_cvXI/AAAAAAAABmk/o2d9Y3AYoYI/s72-c/Weekend+in+Paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-8303578368165011423</id><published>2008-04-20T10:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:33.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle-east'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost 5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>The Bookseller of Kabul</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Asne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seierstad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4.5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAt2dI_cvSI/AAAAAAAABl8/6BWMLIDk5C8/s1600-h/Kabul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuFfY_cvWI/AAAAAAAABmc/WG5IC5txeiU/s1600-h/kabul2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191389769805643106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuFfY_cvWI/AAAAAAAABmc/WG5IC5txeiU/s200/kabul2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't remember where I picked this up, but it was definitely a last-minute "eh, that might be interesting" type of purchase, the type that sometimes end up populating the junk pile of your home. Luckily, I loved it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Asne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seierstad&lt;/span&gt; is a journalist who spent several months living with a family in Afghanistan and has written a brilliant book that details so much of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Afghan&lt;/span&gt; life that, for the most part, has remained fairly secretive to outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The details of home life in a traditional Muslim family were sometimes incredibly frustrating to me; the subservience of women, the ultra-dominance of a patriarch, the hundreds of rules that have been in place for generations at times completely distracted me from the actual story. I realize that this is a different culture, a completely different way of life; I understand that. However, from where I sit that doesn't necessarily make it any less frustrating. It actually hurts my heart to imagine so many thousands of women cloistered in their homes, forbidden from a basic education I so often take for granted. And, in this particular family, their patriarch owned several book shops and was responsible for printing thousands of volumes and distributing them around the country. The oxymoron lies in the fact that he would not allow his own children, male and female, to attend school. Instead, his sons were required to run the shops and his daughters to keep after the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said; I still loved this book. I loved how the author was able to weave politics and family life into a single book without jarring at the seams. The writing is brilliant, the stories compelling, the characters are given depth and personality that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;resonate&lt;/span&gt; against a backdrop of tradition, political dissent and terror. The laws imposed by the Taliban, the changes it brought to society, and the additional changes that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; when the Taliban fell; it was all completely fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any interest in politics, the Middle East, or women's rights, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bookseller of Kabul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a "must-read."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-8303578368165011423?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8303578368165011423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=8303578368165011423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8303578368165011423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8303578368165011423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/04/bookseller-of-kabul.html' title='The Bookseller of Kabul'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuFfY_cvWI/AAAAAAAABmc/WG5IC5txeiU/s72-c/kabul2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2644368838828566999</id><published>2008-04-20T10:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:33.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>1776</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: David McCullough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 2.5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h155/jaspry/1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.npr.org/programs/morning/features/2005/june/1776/1776_cover_200_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuE7I_cvVI/AAAAAAAABmU/YmG5jX2DMaY/s1600-h/1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191389147035385170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuE7I_cvVI/AAAAAAAABmU/YmG5jX2DMaY/s200/1776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Admittedly, I was all sorts of excited to start this book. I had only heard fantastic reviews across the board. Umm... apparently you need to be in a particular mood to love this book. After 200 pages I still felt like I was waiting for the "great" part to begin. I wanted to laugh and cry and somehow feel like I was in touch with the Founding Fathers and the war they waged for independence. However, I felt like I was reading a history book; a meticulously researched history book with a bit of a plot line, but simply a history book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1776&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lovers, please don't hate or shun me, but I ended up tossing this book across the room without finishing it, and there it has remained in a heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h155/jaspry/1776.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2644368838828566999?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2644368838828566999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2644368838828566999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2644368838828566999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2644368838828566999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/04/1776.html' title='1776'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/SAuE7I_cvVI/AAAAAAAABmU/YmG5jX2DMaY/s72-c/1776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-4092791451945392513</id><published>2008-01-14T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:33.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost 5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Lolita</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4.5 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R4u1DPJshPI/AAAAAAAABfw/KD6uvA-qRyA/s1600-h/Lolita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155413265667097842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R4u1DPJshPI/AAAAAAAABfw/KD6uvA-qRyA/s200/Lolita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have two completely seperate althouth equally intense opinions on this classic. The first: I have not ever read a book, as an adult, where I kept a dictionary with me. Nabokov fully utilizes the English language, and his mastery of it is particularly impressive when one takes into account that it is not his native tongue, or even his second language (that would be Russian and French, respectively). His ability to fully draw his reader into the story, the characters, the inner workings of their sometimes sick and twisted minds, their hopes and desires and despair...it is truly remarkable. Part of me wants to sit down and reread this book, cover to cover, and bask in the usage of so many fantastic, but often overlooked, bits of a language I grew up speaking. The Afterword describes Nabokov's obsessions with America, the West, literature and, specifically, the English language. I believe this novel is tangible proof of his love affair with English; it is all-consuming, inconvenient and heart-wrenching in it's language, grammar and descriptions. If that isn't love, then I don't know how else love could be defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly: I hated this book, it made me physically sick. Humbert Humbert's soddomistic character, his thoughts and actions kept me from eating for nearly a week. I cannot imagine a more twisted man. And the worst part, as with all truly insane individuals, is his justification and absolute acceptance of his own monster. Humbert is obsessed with young girls; he calls them nymphets and his all-encompassing life mission is to be near one, to touch one, and ultimately, to keep one as his sex-slave. Only in Humbert's mind it isn't abuse; it is love. When he finds Dolores -also called Dolly, Lo, Lola and Lolita- he quickly falls for her and his life mission is to somehow be near her. So, when the opportunity presents itself, he marries her mother - who died in a freak accident a few weeks later, and becomes the sole guardian of the 10-year-old. He packs up their things and takes off on a one-year joyride across the country, having sex with his Lolita several times a day, constantly controlling her and incessantly using her. In his own mind he loves her, she loves him, and this is a perfectly natural relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabokov uses his writing skill to steer this book away from a porno; he is not crass, or crude, nor does he describe with any kind of anatomical verbiage the goings-on of Humbert Humbert and Lola. However, his mastery of the language leaves little to the imagination. This is why I love and hate this book. Nabokov's genius at creating a truly insane character is brilliant, Humbert is completely crazy. His mind is warped and twisted and rotten to the core; his character is despicable; on several occassions I actually threw this book across the room in disgust. However, I am a sucker for justice and I kept hoping that Humbert would finally feel some kind of remorse or shame at his actions... so I would pick up the book and continue reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for additional books by Nabokov; hopefully I will find something that showcases his writing talent and leaves the child molester out of the picture. This earned a 4.5 rating because, as far as writing and story-telling are concerned, this book is absolutely flawless. The fact that I wanted to tear the main character into pieces is only further proof of the brilliance of the author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-4092791451945392513?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4092791451945392513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=4092791451945392513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4092791451945392513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4092791451945392513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/01/lolita.html' title='Lolita'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R4u1DPJshPI/AAAAAAAABfw/KD6uvA-qRyA/s72-c/Lolita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-822996709505603590</id><published>2008-01-14T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:34.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle-east'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Orhan Pamuk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3.5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R4uyUfJshOI/AAAAAAAABfo/gDVQIojRh9w/s1600-h/Istanbul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155410263484957922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R4uyUfJshOI/AAAAAAAABfo/gDVQIojRh9w/s200/Istanbul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Istanbul&lt;/em&gt; is the ultimate novel from Turkey written by a man who has spent his entire life within the walls of the ancient city. Pamuk explains the ultimate differences between East and West, and the dichotomy of attempting to blend the two worlds in politics, art and everyday life in the Gateway to Asia, Istanbul. Pamuk's descriptions of the crumbling city, a relic of a once-expansive and impressive Ottoman Empire, bring the ruins to life. He discusses the importance of the Bosphorous, the cultural icons and barometers, and how his family fits into the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I was a bit surprised by this book; it seemed to ramble on and on without any real point. It is part coming-of-age story and part dry history of a city. Every page is dripping in melancholy and quasi-depression. Granted, I realize that many cities, particularly ones in a state of decline, are not exactly sunshiney type places. But it is difficult for me to read 350 pages without a single ray of true hope. Even family, friends and love are classified with a distinctive depressing tone. I was hoping for something different than what I ended up reading; and therefore was a bit disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, I believe, truly explains Life in Istanbul, the struggles and disappointments of growing up and forever living in this trade-route city. And perhaps I was niave to believe that the city held some kind of magic, mystique or merriment. Or perhaps, in my Western thinking, I assume that any locale can provide it's own magic with just a little bit of searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only recommend this book for someone serious about traveling, history or human geography. The average reader would, more likely than not, become frustrated and give up within the first few chapters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-822996709505603590?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/822996709505603590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=822996709505603590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/822996709505603590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/822996709505603590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2008/01/istanbul.html' title='Istanbul'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R4uyUfJshOI/AAAAAAAABfo/gDVQIojRh9w/s72-c/Istanbul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-7220666290511212558</id><published>2007-11-23T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:34.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Talk to the Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Lynne Truss&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0cn5PBvX1I/AAAAAAAABbw/_NgcIE7Xdbw/s1600-h/talk+to+the+hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136117764279197522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0cn5PBvX1I/AAAAAAAABbw/_NgcIE7Xdbw/s200/talk+to+the+hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few months ago I read and absolutely loved &lt;a href="http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/08/eats-shoots-leaves.html"&gt;Eats, Shoots &amp;amp; Leaves&lt;/a&gt;, so when I saw another book by Lynne Truss at &lt;a href="http://barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble&lt;/a&gt; I picked it up without even flipping through the pages. Perhaps I should have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this book on social norms, manners and the utter rudeness of modern society was slightly entertaining, it was by no means on par with her first rant on grammar and punctuation. Truss's outrage at the inconsiderateness of the general public is not nearly as funny as her rage on the misplacement of an apostrophe. I'm not quite sure of the mechanics behind the difference; but I imagine it has something to do with my own attitude towards the overly rude, general public. Most of the time I simply try to ignore them. I say please and thank you and apologize when necessary; and most of those I frequently associate with do the same. I live in a big, small city out West, as opposed to a booming metropolis on the Atlantic. Manners and politeness in my world are more-or-less intact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people still cut others off on the freeways with nothing more than a wave of their finger. Yes, the teenagers working behind the counter of many establishments are completely oblivious to the polite mannerisms that are widely accepted and touted by the adult world. Yes, people riding on the buses and trains or gulping coffee at Starbucks are yabbering non-stop on their cell phones and bluetooths (blueteeths?) with blatant disregard to the population around them...but that doesn't really bother me. True, I would rather not hear about the sexual escapades or medical history of the guy waiting for his tall latte with extra foam, but I simply assume that is the trade off for having a coffee shop on every other corner with free WiFi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am fully aware that I am just the type of placated individual that Truss is trying to rile up into action; and while I recognize that fact I simply do not care enough to react. Or, in other words, her writing just wasn't convincing enough. Humorous, a quick read, and with a few great parallels and quotable lines; but not something I'll read again. No wonder there were several stacks of Talk to the Hand on the "$4.99 or less" table at the bookstore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-7220666290511212558?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7220666290511212558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=7220666290511212558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7220666290511212558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7220666290511212558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/11/talk-to-hand_23.html' title='Talk to the Hand'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0cn5PBvX1I/AAAAAAAABbw/_NgcIE7Xdbw/s72-c/talk+to+the+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-871247327188224453</id><published>2007-11-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:34.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Ahab's Wife or, the Star-Gazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Sena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jeter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Naslund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0cfvvBvXzI/AAAAAAAABbg/MiQh4WPdeH4/s1600-h/ahabs+wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136108804977418034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0cfvvBvXzI/AAAAAAAABbg/MiQh4WPdeH4/s200/ahabs+wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a short mention in the classic &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; Dick&lt;/em&gt; of the wife of Captain Ahab of the whaleboat &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pequod&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;and that short paragraph is the basis for this slightly fictitious book. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Naslund&lt;/span&gt; has written a memoir from the point of view of that woman and, in my opinion, has very nearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;succeeded&lt;/span&gt; in her quest. I absolutely loved the first 550 pages; they are filled with adventure and drama, daring travels and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;feisty&lt;/span&gt;, independent heroine. My type of book. However, the last 100 pages is where "Ahab's Wife" becomes "The Star-Gazer" and, if you ask me, lost the identity she had worked so long and hard to maintain. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Naslund&lt;/span&gt; gives us hints that Una is settling down in her role of widow and mother, however it seemed to me that the author was getting tired of her writing and was desperately trying to find a way to end the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have no idea what the story of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; Dick &lt;/em&gt;entails, here's the two sentence version. There is this whaler, Captain Ahab, who spends his entire life trying to hunt and kill the Great White Whale, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt; Dick. He turns all his energies and thinking to that pursuit and, like in the &lt;em&gt;Count of Monte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cristo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (the book, not the movie), his unending quest for revenge on the whale leads to his ultimate demise. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so before I began reading I knew sort of what would happen. This woman would marry Captain Ahab and he would eventually die. The events leading up to that union and directly following the loss are the primary reasons for my picking up this book. And, to her credit, I loved the precipitating stories, events and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tumultuous&lt;/span&gt; childhood in Kentucky and when she is twelve years old her mother sends her to Rhode Island to live with her relatives, hoping for a fresh start and a new life. When she is a little older Una begins to fall in love with adventure and at sixteen she disguises herself as a boy and signs on to a whaling ship as a cabin boy. The adventures of her time on the whaling ship were perhaps the most descriptive bits of the book, and I was hoping she would stay there longer than she did. But, after a little &lt;em&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/em&gt; incident, she gives up the sailing and whaling life for a time. And this is where I think the title heroine's spirit began to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give you details of the entire book; but I thoroughly enjoyed the incredible descriptions of life on and near the sea, the travels and the historically appropriate writing style. Granted, at times it is a bit wordy, but that has never really bothered me. I keep a blog for heaven's sake, words are my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to me to see how several life-changing events can alter a personality, but what was more interesting to me is Una's acknowledgement of the loss and her decision to mourn but not take action. To me it seemed uncharacteristic, and perhaps that is the point the author was trying to convey; that some characteristics, once gone, are impossible to get back because the act of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;retrieving&lt;/span&gt; them is intrinsically tied to the now-lost characteristic. Does that even make sense? I hope so. It works itself out in my head, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-871247327188224453?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/871247327188224453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=871247327188224453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/871247327188224453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/871247327188224453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahabs-wife-or-star-gazer.html' title='Ahab&apos;s Wife or, the Star-Gazer'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0cfvvBvXzI/AAAAAAAABbg/MiQh4WPdeH4/s72-c/ahabs+wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2055034571966681044</id><published>2007-11-18T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:35.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWII'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>Author: Elie Wiesel&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0EU1p4-bYI/AAAAAAAABbY/6oeqR6SxAMU/s1600-h/41HXDW0RZ1L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0EU1p4-bYI/AAAAAAAABbY/6oeqR6SxAMU/s200/41HXDW0RZ1L.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134407962189524354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;When Elie Wiesel was a teenager his small Romanian town was invaded by the Nazi's and all the Jews were removed to ghettos.  As the war progressed  so did the inh7umanity of the solideherded onto cattle cars and taken to Auschwitz; Wiesel never saw his mother or sisters again and in the following months saw his father reduced to a sack of bones and finally beat to death by an officer. Miraculously, Wiesel survived until the Russian army liberated the camps; this is his story. I had a bit of a hard time with this book, and I'm not quite sure how to describe it without sounding calloused, but here it goes. One of my all-time favorite books, &lt;a href="http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/mans-search-for-meaning.html"&gt;Man's Search for Meaning&lt;/a&gt; by Victor Frankl, is about a Jewish concentration camp survivor and how his time in Nazi hell changed his way of thinking. Subsequently, this experience changed the way of thinking and feeling for thousands of individuals after Frankl founded a new form of psycho-therapy called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;logotherapy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While both Frankl and Wiesel published their experiences, and both had incredible stories of survival; after reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night&lt;/span&gt; I was left feeling empty and disturbed, I felt like Wiesel's survival had absolutely destroyed his life, I felt his bitterness and his blackness. And perhaps Wiesel wanted it that way, for the reader to feel a teeny, tiny bit of his despair. I don't know. I appreciated this book, and the incredible struggle it must have been to write these experiences and then submit to an editor to "fix."  And perhaps I am being too niave here, perhaps my wanting a resolved ending is asking too much, or, asking for something that sometimes just does not exist.  I don't know.  Perhaps.  Wiesel's account uncovers so much of the personal darkness of surviving  one of World War II's concentration camps, and his descriptions have such a jaded feel to them, the hopelessness permeates the book.  I'm not saying that I was imagining a plucky, cheerful hero, not at all.  However, to have the sheer will power and determination to survive such conditions, I think, a certain degree of hope and belief are required. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend this book, because I think that in order to not relive past events we must not only be familiar with the events, we must also understand the series of events that led to such a horrible climax.  And only when we understand the psychology and political processes behind such a war on humanity can we recognize those signs as they are cropping up around our current world; and, hopefully, have the ability to call for them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2055034571966681044?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2055034571966681044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2055034571966681044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2055034571966681044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2055034571966681044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/11/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0EU1p4-bYI/AAAAAAAABbY/6oeqR6SxAMU/s72-c/41HXDW0RZ1L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-3909145764665805175</id><published>2007-11-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:36.069-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>Surrender or Starve: Travels in Ethiopia, Sudan, Somalia and Eritrea</title><content type='html'>Author: Robert D. Kaplan&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0ER254-bXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v_2Sc6twEpk/s1600-h/516V0CH69ZL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0ER254-bXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v_2Sc6twEpk/s200/516V0CH69ZL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134404685129477490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaplan is an award-winning journalist who spent the bulk of a decade writing about the political turmoil and government spurred famines in the eastern Horn of Africa.  His book details the political chain of events throughout the 1970's and 80's that were the precursor for the current civil wars and genocide tearing apart that part of the world.  Kaplan describes the inefficient governments filled with corrupt politicians whose allegiances lie with the Soviet Union.  The USSR continued to pump money, weapons and armies into the Horn, further splintering the region and leaving the peasants and nomads in extreme poverty.  The government would relocate the tribal peoples from their thriving farms to lands without water or decent soil, destroying their cultures and decimating their villages.  The disease and death that ravaged the arid and impossible-to-get-to regions of these countries went largely unnoticed by the developing world.  Relief campaigns and Red Cross workers were stalled and eventually expelled from the areas that needed them most by governments who could not have cared less about their dying citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guerrilla armies and their governmental opponents continued to destroy the network of tribal villages and small towns across the desert, driving the starving people from their homes and leaving them to die in refugee camps.  The developed world sent mountains of aid to these countries, however the corrupt governments saw to it that those who were starving did not receive the grain and medicine they so desperately needed.  Kaplan argues that while there was a drought in these areas, it was actually the governments that caused the extreme famine that brought death to millions of people.  The Sudanese civil war and the mass genocide occuring in the Darfur region are the remnants of the wars and famines of a few decades ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was mostly informational, without a clear plan for change.  However, it was information that I was fascinated by and was fairly easy to ingest.  If you are interested in the political troubles and desperate state of many people in Africa, I think you will learn a lot from this book.  If that sort of language seems to put you to sleep, you may want to skip this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-3909145764665805175?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3909145764665805175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=3909145764665805175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3909145764665805175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3909145764665805175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/11/surrender-or-starve-travels-in-ethiopia.html' title='Surrender or Starve: Travels in Ethiopia, Sudan, Somalia and Eritrea'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0ER254-bXI/AAAAAAAABbQ/v_2Sc6twEpk/s72-c/516V0CH69ZL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-7059649034957668508</id><published>2007-11-18T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:36.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>19 Minutes</title><content type='html'>Author: Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 2.5 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0EOkZ4-bWI/AAAAAAAABbI/cRwJUSq_BX8/s1600-h/19+minutes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0EOkZ4-bWI/AAAAAAAABbI/cRwJUSq_BX8/s200/19+minutes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134401068767014242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I was a junior in high school the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Columbine_High_School_massacre"&gt;Columbine High School shooting&lt;/a&gt; stunned the entire country. My high school had a many similarities with the Colorado school, and our school district took major action to try and prevent such a situation from happening in my town; as did many school districts across the country. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19 Minutes, &lt;/span&gt;Picoult describes a school shooting in rural Vermont and explains how this event ripped a town apart and turned neighbor on neighbor. Despite having a gripping plot and excellent attention to detail, I was not captured by this book. I couldn't help but think of the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amish_school_shooting"&gt;school shooting in Amish Pennsylvania&lt;/a&gt; less than a year ago and the response of that small, religious community and how their immediate forgiveness affected individuals across the country. This book focused primarily on the dark and disturbing side of such a tragedy, and hardly acknowledged the side that can turn such a terrible event into something uplifting and inspiring. I suppose at the end there was a bit of forgivness between the mother of the shooter and the mother of one of the victims; however, to me it seemed like a bandaid at the end of a depressingly hateful book.  An almost Hollywoodized ending to make it sell better or something.  I got the sense that these individuals will continue on as they have for the bulk of the book; hating each other on inside but putting on a good face for the neighbors, the strangers and the news cameras.  Not my favorite book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-7059649034957668508?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7059649034957668508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=7059649034957668508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7059649034957668508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7059649034957668508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/11/19-minutes.html' title='19 Minutes'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/R0EOkZ4-bWI/AAAAAAAABbI/cRwJUSq_BX8/s72-c/19+minutes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2880216027499548209</id><published>2007-10-08T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:36.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author: Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3.5 Stars&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RwpE8yKNpJI/AAAAAAAABTw/O6eNUcr_NYE/s1600-h/time+travelers+wife.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118979737507439762" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RwpE8yKNpJI/AAAAAAAABTw/O6eNUcr_NYE/s200/time+travelers+wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I mostly enjoyed this book, I thought the plot and idea were incredibly creative, and I liked the flash backs and flash forwards employed by the author. Usually I hate a ton of flash backs, I like the story to be chronological (actually, I'd prefer alphabetical, but I'm OCD like that and I realize most people don't write novels alphabetically so I'm content to settle for chronologically), however in &lt;em&gt;Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/em&gt; I think the jumping around in lives actually works really well - I particularly think this because each segment is neatly labeled with time, place, and age of all characters involved. (Thank you Ms. Niffenegger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have not yet read this book, here's the basic story:  He is a Time Traveler.  She has a "Normal Life".  They meet at various times throughout her completely sequential life, he is at varying ages and stages of his absolutely non-sequential life... but in the end they get married and start a pseudo-normal relationship, albeit one where he still jumps in and out of the present with no warning whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship between Henry and Claire is the congruent stream of this book, with all events and sequences of time travel (or not) somehow relating back to how Henry and Claire care for each other and how their out-of-time life affects that care.  Perhaps I am not so much into love stories as I ought to fully relate to this book, but to me their relationship seems a bit unhealthy and borderline obsessive.  Granted, they obviously care about each other more than anything or anyone else, and will do anything and go anywhere for each other.  And in a lot of ways I pity their desperately seperate lives; it is the long-distance relationship from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my favorite book, but it is a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2880216027499548209?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2880216027499548209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2880216027499548209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2880216027499548209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2880216027499548209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RwpE8yKNpJI/AAAAAAAABTw/O6eNUcr_NYE/s72-c/time+travelers+wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-3695391921076043600</id><published>2007-08-12T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:36.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Life of Pi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3.5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rr-2Th1gTeI/AAAAAAAABIE/zTZ1fTWNzbE/s1600-h/lifeofpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097993749823245794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rr-2Th1gTeI/AAAAAAAABIE/zTZ1fTWNzbE/s200/lifeofpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realize I am several years behind in reading this book -and still no one told me the disturbing bit; it actually reminds me of the time (3 years ago) when I saw &lt;em&gt;The Sixth Sense&lt;/em&gt; FOR THE FIRST TIME and I was still shocked when Bruce Willis turns out to be A Dead Person. That's correct - the twist ending was still twisted to me. Same kind of thing for this book. I loved it, until the last 5 pages. (If you have not read &lt;em&gt;Life of Pi&lt;/em&gt; yet and don't want me to ruin the ending for you - stop here. Seriously. Stop reading. Because I have full intentions to discuss the ending.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy, an orangutan, a hyena and a zebra and a tiger walk into a &lt;strike&gt;bar&lt;/strike&gt; lifeboat...Can you think of a better premise for a novel than a young boy stranded in the middle of the Pacific on a lifeboat with a starving 450-pound Bengal Tiger? Yeah, me neither. It's brilliant! And for the first 300 pages I was completely drawn in; hook, line &amp; sinker (no pun intended.) How will he feed the Tiger? How does he catch fish? How does he feel, being a vegetarian and all, about eating raw sea turtle? What about water? And what about that Tiger? I actually stayed up reading this book until 4:30 in the morning, because I knew I just couldn't put it down without knowing in full detail how Pi Patel survived. I was aching to know what became of Richard Parker (450-pound Bengal Tiger, lifeboat companion,) and I literally could not allow myself to fall asleep until Pi's lifeboat left the carnivorous island (what? are you serious? an Island that eats fish and meerkats and people? awesome!) and landed on the western shore of Mexico. And as soon as Richard Parker disappears into the jungle, Pi is taken to the hospital and the Japanese officials show up and demand a better story -&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; story was immediately ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pi's second account of how he spent seven months at sea, in all it's cannibalistic lechery made me sick; and I suppose that is because somehow I believed that version. I am convinced that young Pi quickly went crazy from dehydration, loneliness and despair. I believe that his Richard Parker is actually a schizophrenic version of himself - that the doings of the massive, carnivorous Bengal Tiger is actually the doing's of a half-crazed Pi. That in order to survive he invented a boat-mate to push his horrific, inhuman thoughts and actions upon. And I believe that Pi truly did find a forgiving God to confess to - a mixed up Christian-Hindu-Muslim God that is all-forgiving and encompassing. Does this seem crazy? Perhaps. But take a psychology class in repressed memories and then tell me how crazy it sounds. Surely it is no stranger than a 16-year old Indian boy taking a life-boat from the Philippines to Mexico with a Bengal Tiger for company. I mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to know what you think of this book. I would love to know your reaction. And I am dying to know which version of Pi's story you believe. Please discuss amongst yourself and leave me comments (or send me an email: heidikinsblog[at]gmail[dot]com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-3695391921076043600?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3695391921076043600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=3695391921076043600' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3695391921076043600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3695391921076043600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-of-pi.html' title='Life of Pi'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rr-2Th1gTeI/AAAAAAAABIE/zTZ1fTWNzbE/s72-c/lifeofpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2336498027156993111</id><published>2007-08-08T09:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:37.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost 5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Eats, Shoots &amp; Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Lynne Truss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4.5 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rrnc_B1gTUI/AAAAAAAABD4/MTR43EEpZnE/s1600-h/eatsshootsandleaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096347428729146690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rrnc_B1gTUI/AAAAAAAABD4/MTR43EEpZnE/s200/eatsshootsandleaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have been reading this blog for even a limited time, you probably know that I am a self-professed nerd, the type who reads economics books for fun. What you probably didn't realize is that I willingly purchased a book on punctuation and spent several hours laughing out loud, surprising flight attendants and airport goers alike. To my defense, this book is hysterical. Seriously. I never knew that apostrophes, commas and dashes would bring a genuine smile to my face -but it's happened, repeatedly. If you are a teacher, or a writer, or a nerd, or have OCD tendencies you will love this book. Truss brings such a fresh take to grammar and punctuation you can't help but have a little crush on her. She explains the tormet she went through when &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0313737/"&gt;Two Weeks Notice&lt;/a&gt; came out and billboards and posters and bus wraps descended on London - all without an apostrophe. To be correct, the title should read &lt;em&gt;Two Week's Notice.&lt;/em&gt; Did you realize that? Did it drive you to the brink of insanity? Did you carry a Sharpie in your purse and add the apostrophe to each and every advertisement you came across? Neither did I; but to hear Truss describe her outrage and horror is so funny I desperately wish I could go back in time and follow her around London as she did just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truss has aligned herself with punctuation sticklers world-wide and spanning several centuries, even volunteering to have the babies of Aldus Manutius the Elder (1450-1515), inventor of the italic type-face. Her book is dedicated to striking Bolshevik printers of St. Petersburg, who, in 1905, demanded to be paid the same rate for punctuation marks as for letters, directly precipitating the first Russian Revolution. Truss is a fanatic - but she keeps you completely drawn in with her brilliant prose and hilarious found-mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rrnfsx1gTVI/AAAAAAAABEA/404TlW1UEzo/s1600-h/punctuationRepairKit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096350413731417426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rrnfsx1gTVI/AAAAAAAABEA/404TlW1UEzo/s200/punctuationRepairKit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On that note, perhaps the most endearing part of this book -yes, punctuation can be endearing- is the fact that Truss has included a Punctuation Repair Kit. That's correct, she has four pages of stickers in various sizes of commas, apostrophes, colons and semi-colons, ellipsis (dot dot dot), question marks and "white out" stickers so her readers are fully armed to correct the punctuation of the world, one apostrophe at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2336498027156993111?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2336498027156993111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2336498027156993111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2336498027156993111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2336498027156993111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/08/eats-shoots-leaves.html' title='Eats, Shoots &amp; Leaves'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rrnc_B1gTUI/AAAAAAAABD4/MTR43EEpZnE/s72-c/eatsshootsandleaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2689522721951099669</id><published>2007-07-29T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:37.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>The Power of One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Bryce Courtenay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4OMx1gTBI/AAAAAAAABBg/ijjqmqP8qiM/s1600-h/power+of+one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093023841301580818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4OMx1gTBI/AAAAAAAABBg/ijjqmqP8qiM/s200/power+of+one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me several weeks to get past the first 20 pages of this book, and now I wish I would have just given myself the chance to get into this book as it has quickly become one of my favorites. Peekay is a young English boy in rural South Africa before World War II. Courtenay has an incredible writing style, and after a few chapters I was so completely absorbed in this story I found it ridiculously inconvenient to take the time to sleep. Peekay spends a year at boarding school when he is five, a horrific, cruel experience that will shape him for the remainder of his life. In his young, five-year-old mind, Peekay resolves that the answer to life's most complicated problems lies in his becoming the boxing welterweight champion of the world. And for the next 15 years that dream shapes him, motivates him and inspires him to greatness. He is lucky enough to have people in his life who support and encourage him, teach him, love him and give him the emotional reservoir that he draws from for his strength. I love the characters, I love Peekay's descriptions and perspective, I love the mix of the unimaginably horrible and indescribably wonderful components that make up most of our lives. I love the emotion in this book, I found it difficult to remember that this is just a story, a fictious novel about an imaginary boy. I kept wanting to look up the various historic fiction characters on Wikipedia just to learn more about the world that Courtenay depicts. But I think my favorite part is how Peekay loves the individuals who come into his life, regardless of race or title - which in mid-century South Africa is even more remarkable. His world is populated with prejudice and hate and somehow he manages to rise above it and bring individuals to a better understanding of peace. I don't know if that is the intention of the author, but reading this book I couldn't help wonder why we are so quick to despise peoples or cultures we do not understand. Underneath it all, aren't we all about the same?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2689522721951099669?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2689522721951099669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2689522721951099669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2689522721951099669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2689522721951099669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/07/power-of-one.html' title='The Power of One'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4OMx1gTBI/AAAAAAAABBg/ijjqmqP8qiM/s72-c/power+of+one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-7211921513219301325</id><published>2007-07-29T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:37.546-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>the curious incident of the dog in the night-time</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; mark haddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4OGB1gTAI/AAAAAAAABBY/F7epr5o2E_E/s1600-h/Dog+in+the+Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093023725337463810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4OGB1gTAI/AAAAAAAABBY/F7epr5o2E_E/s200/Dog+in+the+Night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Despite the lengthy title, this was a quick read and both heart breaking and hysterical - all at the same time. Chris is an autistic teenager trying to solve a murder mystery, and with encouragement from his teacher decides to write it into a journal sort of book, each chapter being written as it happens. To Chris, the main plot is always trying to uncover clues to figure out who killed the neighbor's dog. But to the reader there is so much more going on; from family struggles and secrets, neighborhood gossip and typical teenage thought processes. Chris is so misunderstood by those around him, yet to read his mind he seems like such a simple child. He loves red things and hates yellow and brown things. He likes his regular schedule and hates ot be touched. He has an insanely brilliance in math and deductive reasoning, but somehow cannot understand some of the most simple emotions. This book brought me a new understanding of autism and how it can affect the family and friends of an individual with autism. In some ways I see some of my OCD characteristics in Chris, and I wonder how different he really is from me. For example, I think my favorite part is the fact that Chris loves prime numbers, so the chapters in his book are ordered 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23... it just seems so deliciously eccentric! Coincidentally, it also seems like something I would do. We all have our quirks, and while I am in no way trying to downplay the severity of autism; I wonder if a little less selfishness and a little more patience aren't the cure for a whole barrage of societies "issues."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-7211921513219301325?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7211921513219301325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=7211921513219301325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7211921513219301325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7211921513219301325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/07/curious-incident-of-dog-in-night-time.html' title='the curious incident of the dog in the night-time'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4OGB1gTAI/AAAAAAAABBY/F7epr5o2E_E/s72-c/Dog+in+the+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-1583627448491888363</id><published>2007-07-29T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:37.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Abundance: A Novel of Marie Antoinette</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Sena Jeter Naslund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4N7h1gS_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/fkjpEEHotts/s1600-h/abundance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093023544948837362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4N7h1gS_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/fkjpEEHotts/s200/abundance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last fall I went to see the &lt;a href="http://heidikins.blogspot.com/2006/11/marie-antoinette.html"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt; with Kirsten Dunst and fell in love with the story of the young, misunderstood French Queen. I realize that every story has different view points, and if I read Les Miserables I may get another viewpoint (don't worry, it's on my list) but I love how this book delvs into the intimate thoughts and personal character of the queen. Sent away from her mother and native Austria when she was 14, Maria Antoine rose to become one of the most beloved and then most hated women in the French Empire. As the dauphine of France, everything she did and said was scrutinized by the newspapers and the gossipers to pass along to the people. Even in her extreme youth and niavity, Marie Antoinette quickly had the entire court and empire adoring her. Everyone except her new husband, who had little interest in her. Naslund's descriptions of the enormous pressure this young woman was under to produce an heir to the throne of France; pressure from her new French family, the French people, and through letters from her beloved Austria. It is incredible. Her rise and fall in the minds of the French people seems so innocent, so natural, and so heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get into a lot of political debate here about the beginnings of rebellion and revolution - but I don't think that is what this book is about. I'll read &lt;em&gt;Les Mis&lt;/em&gt; for that sort of view. I think this book is about a girl quickly leaving her childhood and facing a rather frightening and uncertain adulthood with such conviction that she became a legend in just a few short years as queen. This novel follows Marie Antoinette from the day she leaves Austria for France, to the moment she is beheaded at the guillotine. I laughed, I cried, I felt pity with her, yearned with her; I definitely recommend this book! Fantastic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-1583627448491888363?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1583627448491888363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=1583627448491888363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1583627448491888363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1583627448491888363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/07/abundance-novel-of-marie-antoinette.html' title='Abundance: A Novel of Marie Antoinette'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rq4N7h1gS_I/AAAAAAAABBQ/fkjpEEHotts/s72-c/abundance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-6492995108222755591</id><published>2007-05-24T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:38.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>London is the Best City in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Laura Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068156439796021090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RlW1bgQmd2I/AAAAAAAAA60/5ht8DjupiUo/s200/London.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stephzundel.blogspot.com"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; loaned me this book almost a month ago, and I read it in just a few days, and then I read it again. And both times I cried through the last 100 pages. Allow me to explain the title, and then I'll explain the sob-fest. "London is the best city in America" basically means that you have to make a choice between your available options, not between options that do not exist anymore. There is a relatively short passage from the book that explains it very well (again, thank you Steph for taking the time to type this in, I heart the copy-paste!) This conversation is between the main character and her mother and takes place towards the end of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When you were little, you were always saying that Josh got to make all the choices because he was older. 'Why does he get to make all the decisions around here, Mom?' you'd say. 'How is that fair?' So for your seventh birthday, your father said you could pick where we went on the summer trip. You could pick any city in America as far away as Seattle, as close as Manhattan. You know which city you picked?"&lt;br /&gt;I knew it without her even saying that much. I'd always known it, and I was starting to understand something else too--where she was going with this. What I wouldn't allow myself to see before now.&lt;br /&gt;"London," I said.&lt;br /&gt;"London," she repeated. "And the thing was, it didn't matter how many times I told you that we weren't paying for four plane tickets to London. That a driving trip was the only option. It was like you couldn't see anything else. And when even Dad took out that map and tried to explain to you that London wasn't even in America, you just kept arguing with him. "But I want to go to London. It's the best city in America. I'll only go there.' For weeks around here. You were like a broken record."&lt;br /&gt;"Where did we end up going instead that year?" I said, trying to remember. I couldn't recall it.&lt;br /&gt;"Hershey, Pennsylvania...which you loved. You turned to your father the very first day there and said , 'Dad, I think Hershey, Pennsylvania, is even better than London would have been.'"&lt;br /&gt;Hershey. All I could visualize with any certainty was the car ride up there, sitting behind my father in the backseat, staring sullenly at the back of his head. "Really? I said that?"&lt;br /&gt;"No." She shook her head. "You complained the entire time. 'This restaurant isn't London. This candy store isn't London. Over here, this isn't London either.'"&lt;br /&gt;"How can I not remember?"&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged, picking up her fork again, fixing a bite for me this time. "You were too busy complaining."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged, "What happened the day I met your father," she said, "is that you have to choose. For better or for worse. You have to choose what your life is going to look like."&lt;br /&gt;I tried to swallow, tried to think of what I wanted to say, what I was really thinking. "I just don't feel like I have good choices yet," I said. "It makes it hard to give up the old ones."&lt;br /&gt;She waved me off. "Well. You're behind all that anyway," she said. "You're still stuck on the same part you were stuck on at seven."&lt;br /&gt;"What part is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"The part where you need to choose among the choices that are there, and not the ones that aren't anymore. At least not how you need them to be. You're still suck on some imaginary idea you have of how it could have been. You need to think about how it is now. And how you want it to be."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Incredible. How often do we mope and groan about past opportunities we didn't take, relationships we gave up on too early or too late, and other stories from our past that we refuse to let go of and move on? It's kind of amazing and depressing to think about, all at the same time. And prompts the decision to come clean and let it go. At least for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the book, plot wise, was quite difficult for me to read as well. It was a good kind of difficult, but it reminded me of a heart-breaking time in my life, and to remember brings up many old hurts and fears. The story follows Emmy and her brother Josh as they try and tie up some loose romantic ends days before Josh's wedding, romantic ends with someone other than Josh's fiance. This reminds Emmy of the day she decided to leave her fiance because she felt he just didn't love her anymore. And all sorts of inner reflection and complicated decisions ensue. I would definitely suggest reading this book, however I also suggest you keep a box of tissue and a box of chocolate nearby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-6492995108222755591?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6492995108222755591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=6492995108222755591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6492995108222755591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6492995108222755591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/05/london-is-best-city-in-america.html' title='London is the Best City in America'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RlW1bgQmd2I/AAAAAAAAA60/5ht8DjupiUo/s72-c/London.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-8820239268296159437</id><published>2007-05-01T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:38.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><title type='text'>The End of Poverty</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author:&lt;/strong&gt; Jeffrey D. Sachs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RjeL94DbvjI/AAAAAAAAA38/8oJGRak00aY/s1600-h/Poverty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059666601509109298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RjeL94DbvjI/AAAAAAAAA38/8oJGRak00aY/s200/Poverty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine recommended this book to me at a book club a few months ago. I must warn you, it is not for everyone. This book is written by a Harvard economics professor and Economic Advisor to governments around the world. The pages are full of statistics, numbers, economic theory, worldwide economic relief policy and both successful and failed economic strategy. If you aren't an economics nerd like me, you probably won't make it past the first page or two. But, if you can - I highly recommend this book. Jeffrey Sachs provides countless examples of failed governments and the people that suffer through extreme poverty around the world. He provides chilling descriptions of their livlihood, their sicknesses and diseases, their struggles every day for a little food and polluted water. Sachs spent time in Bolivia, Poland, Russia, India, China and several countries in east Africa working with government officials to come up with viable economic solutions that would provide basic amenities to the billions of people that are barely surviving on less than a dollar a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachs has petitioned world relief organizations and lending institutions (the UN, the World Bank, the IMF) to try and get some kind of cohesive plan for helping the poorest of the poor. He has given speeches and lectures across the United States, Europe and other developed areas to try and convince the richest of the rich of their responsibility to the destitute. In several cases (Bolivia, Poland) Sachs arguments were so persuasive, that major lenders forgave massive debts to try and jump-start an unsteady economy. And it worked! The amazing thing about this book is the brilliant successes Sachs has orchestrated around the globe. Under his guidance entire countries were able to steady their hyper-inflation, and solidy their currencies. Hundreds of thousands of people have benefitted from his academic expertise, and frankly, I would love to sit down with him and pick his brain on how he just knows those sorts of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Sach's arguments is that individuals that are fed, clothed and in safe housing with access to medicines for their children and fertilizers for their crops are less likely to revolt, less likely to engage in violent behavior against their governments, their neighbors and even themselves. And governments who grant their citizens the basic rights to an education, to basic medical care and provide the means for their food and shelter are the types of governments that will not repress or torture. It's amazing how that works, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sachs has layed out a plan to end extreme poverty throughout the world within a decade. Yes, it's possible. No, it's not going to be convenient for the richest of the rich (both individuals and countries). Yes, it is necessary. The one thing I really wish was included in this book was some kind of "Do You Want To Help?" section... I would love to write letters or send funds to an organization with such an important mission. So, if you are still reading this and know of something - leave me a note!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-8820239268296159437?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8820239268296159437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=8820239268296159437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8820239268296159437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8820239268296159437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-of-poverty.html' title='The End of Poverty'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RjeL94DbvjI/AAAAAAAAA38/8oJGRak00aY/s72-c/Poverty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-4793515513602396541</id><published>2007-03-12T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:38.580-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle-east'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><title type='text'>Three Cups of Tea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Authors: Greg Mortensen, David Relin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rik_8x1NHHI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5QtkuWal1IU/s1600-h/three_cupscover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055642370101288050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rik_8x1NHHI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5QtkuWal1IU/s200/three_cupscover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some books that change your thoughts &amp; opinions for a little while, and then there are those that change you for good&lt;em&gt;. Three Cups of Tea &lt;/em&gt;tells the story of Greg Mortensen, an avid mountain climber in the Western Himalaya (Northern Pakistan) who got lost on his failed descent of K2. He wandered into a small village with severe dehydration, suffering from hypothermia and high-altitude sickness. The Balti people of this village took care of him and accepted him as one of their own. After he regained his strength, "Dr. Greg" was introduced to the village and discovered that the 80 children living there did not have a school. They sat in a frozen cave scratching lessons into the dirt with sticks. Greg promised to return to the village and build a school. During the next 10 years, "Dr. Greg" built over 50 schools in the tribal villages of Northern Pakistan, giving students, and particularly girls, a conservative education without a Western bias or a religious bias by using local teachers &amp;amp; conservative Muslim customs. He maintains that those who are educated and have something to work for and live for (i.e. becoming a teacher, or a doctor, or a merchant) will not join fundamentalist groups that continue to thrive in the mountainous terrain of Northern Pakistan and Afghanistan. Dr. Greg is working to bring peaceful productivity to the region that gave birth to the Taliban. I am fascinated by this book - and I think that everyone should read it. Education is a key for eliminating poverty and fundamentalist extremism. I have a hard time understanding how the hundreds of billions of dollars we are spending on war in the middle east is truly the most effective way to combat terror. Dr. Greg will have you convinced otherwise in less than 100 pages. Read this book. For more info, visit &lt;a href="http://threecupsoftea.org"&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-4793515513602396541?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4793515513602396541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=4793515513602396541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4793515513602396541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4793515513602396541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/03/three-cups-of-tea.html' title='Three Cups of Tea'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rik_8x1NHHI/AAAAAAAAAz0/5QtkuWal1IU/s72-c/three_cupscover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-5307773534413812611</id><published>2007-03-05T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:39.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Jane Austen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/ReOTOM3SSfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gaIT49_J0To/s1600-h/pride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036030680510908914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/ReOTOM3SSfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gaIT49_J0To/s200/pride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first experience with Jane Austen, and while I can appreciate her subject and writing style for her era, the fact of the matter is I just don't like it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; follows Elizabeth Bennett and her family of 4 sisters for about a year as they attend country balls, vacation to the city, visit neighbors and, most of all, plan their weddings and their husbands. This is the part where I lost interest. I realize that in their time, this is what women did. However, it seems fairly mindless and silly - not to mention after 375 pages it started to grate on my nerves. I was just dying for them ALL to get married so the book would be over! However, after looking past that (large) portion of the book, I did find something to enjoy. Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett - one proud and the other prejudiced, spend the bulk of the book misunderstanding and disliking each other based on ill-founded opinions and obstinate natures. Through the course of family events, Elizabeth learns that her initial opinions were based on incorrect information, and Mr. Darcy learns that his proud nature has blinded him to the truth. Independently of each other, they realize their fault and decide to change, and end up with their own "happily ever after."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-5307773534413812611?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5307773534413812611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=5307773534413812611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/5307773534413812611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/5307773534413812611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/03/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/ReOTOM3SSfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/gaIT49_J0To/s72-c/pride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-8006275877434084515</id><published>2007-02-25T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:39.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><title type='text'>The Alchemist</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Paulo Coelho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/ReJZIM3SSXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/PKJe25nc5uM/s1600-h/Alchemist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035685330780572018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/ReJZIM3SSXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/PKJe25nc5uM/s200/Alchemist.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have received countless recommendations to read this book - I am a little nervous to blog my review, but here it goes. I enjoyed this book, I loved how much was packed into the slim volume. I was fascinated by the many different metaphors, philosophies and spiritual references. However, perhaps I didn't "get" this book, at least not the way &lt;em&gt;everyone else&lt;/em&gt; "got" it. The general message is that the things we most want may be right under our noses, however we don't realize it until we have experienced other things that are farther off. However, I also think this book tells us that without experiencing those things which are far from our comfort zone we will never truly understand what we really want, nor appreciate what we have. I have a theory about the title: about three-fourths fo the way through the book, Coelho introduces a character known simply as "the alchemist." Generally understood, alchemy is the science of turning a metal such as lead into solid gold. However, I think that this book is suggesting that we can turn our own "leaden" lives into something "golden" if we take the appropriate steps and maximize our own potential. Somehting like that. Some of the metaphysical verbiage was a little over-the-top for me (part of that probably has something to do with my starting this book at 11:30 pm and finishing it somewhere around 2:00 am.) But the messages were great, and I think another read of Santiago, the ambitious shepherd from Andalusia who wouldn't be content to spend his life in the fields will bring greater appreciation for this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-8006275877434084515?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8006275877434084515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=8006275877434084515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8006275877434084515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8006275877434084515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/alchemist.html' title='The Alchemist'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/ReJZIM3SSXI/AAAAAAAAAlU/PKJe25nc5uM/s72-c/Alchemist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-1162069494211901570</id><published>2007-02-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:39.545-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>PS. I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Cecelia Ahern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rd_Lvs3SSWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/t33DKowtOjc/s1600-h/PS.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034966928780839266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rd_Lvs3SSWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/t33DKowtOjc/s200/PS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I began this book when it came highly recommended (and borrowed by) &lt;a href="http://stephzundel.blogspot.com"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; and I must admit, it took me three days to finish. I simply couldn't put it down! Now, this is certainly in a chic-lit strain, but I enjoy that sort of thing. &lt;em&gt;PS. I Love You&lt;/em&gt; takes you through a year of Holly Kennedy's life, the year after her beloved husband dies from a brain tumor. As a parting gift to his grieving wife, this man leaves her a series of notes, one for each month, to help her progress with her life, start fresh and find some meaning &amp; clarity from her sorrow. These notes are intermixed with stories of Holly &amp;amp; her girlfriends, celebrating birthdays, milestones, new relationships, old relationships and life's progression. I love seeing the ways other people deal with their personal tragedies, and the things they do to learn from them, grow from them and move on with the rest of their lives. It is both sad and inspiring - but mostly inspiring. I admit that there were a few instances where it was difficult for me to understand the utter selfishness of the central character as she went through her grieving process; even for those of us in the midst of personal crisis, it is easier on our resident therapists (i.e. friends) when we come to terms with the fact that the entire universe actually revolves around the sun, and not ourselves. This book was an easy read, although at nearly 500 pages it is a bit of a committment. I enjoyed the "time off" from my heavy reading for this leisurely piece of chic-lit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-1162069494211901570?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1162069494211901570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=1162069494211901570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1162069494211901570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1162069494211901570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/ps-i-love-you.html' title='PS. I Love You'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rd_Lvs3SSWI/AAAAAAAAAlI/t33DKowtOjc/s72-c/PS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-1362108314667921467</id><published>2007-02-20T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:39.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><title type='text'>The Count of Monte Cristo</title><content type='html'>Author: Alexander Dumas&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rdto8s3SRVI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JDMESrVJgwc/s1600-h/montecristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033732400561145170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rdto8s3SRVI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JDMESrVJgwc/s200/montecristo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can hardly believe that it has taken me so long to read this book, I have seen a couple of different versions of the movie, my favorite being the most recent (2002) version with James Cavieziel. I knew that the book ended differently than the film, and I wasn't too surprised by that fact - seeing as how most books have a realistic, non-glossy/Hollywood ending. But, I digress. To the book: obviously, the life quest for revenge is not something that will make anyone happy and even though Monte Cristo/Edmond Dantes had more money than anyone would know what to do with - it takes him years to understand that using it for punishment, revenge and to "get even" will inevitably bring ruin and destruction on innocent bystanders. It was not until a small child is tragically killed when one of his ruthless plans for revenge gets out of hand that Dantes/Monte Cristo comes to his senses and realizes that he is not God, he does not have the power to justly deal out punishment to those he deems unworthy. This book was a fairly quick read, and if you have not read it - I highly suggest you do. The vast majority of you already know the plot line and the moral. However, watching this man plan his fantastically horrible justice, and then seeing him unintentionally hurt those he cares about before realizing there must be another way is compelling, and surely a case-study in forgiveness over revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-1362108314667921467?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1362108314667921467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=1362108314667921467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1362108314667921467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1362108314667921467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/count-of-monte-cristo.html' title='The Count of Monte Cristo'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/Rdto8s3SRVI/AAAAAAAAAY8/JDMESrVJgwc/s72-c/montecristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-4106202386038432934</id><published>2007-02-20T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:40.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Horses Like the Wind and Other Tales from Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Baker Morrow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RdqgIs3SRTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/P4N7hBpN3qc/s1600-h/horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033511604882392370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RdqgIs3SRTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/P4N7hBpN3qc/s200/horses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This collection of short stories weaves together a detailed picture of daily life in East Africa. Through a handful of characters we see bits and pieces of different backgrounds, community and political involvement and social customs - making this a far more interesting picture than one character, or one set of characters points of view. A quick read at less than 100 pages, I enjoyed this book without ever having to tire of it. The writing is very similar to a creative writing style, very detailed &amp;amp; descriptive of people, places and events - however the plot line (if there is one) is fairly ordinary. I happen to love most literature set in Africa, and because I haven't been yet I depend on these descriptions to fuel my appetite for all things African. I highly recommend this book if you are interested in a glimpse of daily life in Eastern Africa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-4106202386038432934?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4106202386038432934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=4106202386038432934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4106202386038432934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4106202386038432934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/horses-like-wind-and-other-tales-from.html' title='Horses Like the Wind and Other Tales from Africa'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RdqgIs3SRTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/P4N7hBpN3qc/s72-c/horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-839869149317162608</id><published>2007-02-15T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:40.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: David Sedaris&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 3 Stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RdOFApXcvdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lFmKZyGc29Y/s1600-h/dressyourfamily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031511454853676498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RdOFApXcvdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lFmKZyGc29Y/s200/dressyourfamily.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have heard raving reviews for months about the comedy and humor in this book, and decided that it was time to see what all the fuss is about. I have two, quite different opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I love the writing style - Sedaris tells his annotated life story through a series of short essays arranged chronologically, each written to be able to stand alone, if called for. Secondly, I love when Sedaris discusses himself, his clean-freak tendencies, his urges to organize his own life and those around him and line everything up in nice, tidy, rows on a freshly-bleached surface. This type of super-organization (which friends adoringly call "Heidi's OCD") obviously rings true to me, I understand it, I identify with it, I unapologetically crave it. Thirdly, Sedaris is hilarious. His introspection and self-defining writing will leave a smile on your face and a giggle caught somewhere in your throat. That being said, I thoroughly enjoyed this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as a differing opinion: there are some of the topics, situations and experiences that are just a little too morbid, and the humor is completely lost on me. For example, the last 50 pages; while a quick read, they just didn't seem to get over soon enough! Maybe I just don't find humor in the degredation of human society... call me a snob, or a prude, or whatever. Yes, this book is funny. No, I would not list Sedaris as the satirical equivalent of a modern-day Mark Twain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-839869149317162608?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/839869149317162608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=839869149317162608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/839869149317162608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/839869149317162608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/dress-your-family-in-corduroy-and-denim.html' title='Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RdOFApXcvdI/AAAAAAAAAS0/lFmKZyGc29Y/s72-c/dressyourfamily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-1663361782127507274</id><published>2007-02-09T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:40.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WWII'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Man's Search for Meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author:Victor Frankl&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5 Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RcydjZXcvTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wKIby6xpoxg/s1600-h/11084766.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029568115296222514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RcydjZXcvTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wKIby6xpoxg/s320/11084766.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Words can hardly begin to describe this book. Frankl was a prominent, Jewish psychiatrist living in Vienna in the 1930's. He spent several years in 4 different concentration camps, including Auschwitz and Dachau and despite a wall of odds against him, he managed to survive. Upon liberation, he discovered his parents, brother and his beloved wife had been killed. Frankl returned to Vienna and continued working, founding a new branch of psychotherapy (logotherapy) which emphasized that the primary drive in life is not pleasure (a la Sigmund Freud) but in the discover and pursuit of what we personally find meaningful. I have underlined many passages in this book, made notes in the margins and re-read bits to gain a better understanding. I'm going to share a few of the things that most stood out to me, and gave me a new perspective on life, suffering and finding happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three basic tenents in logotherapy from which on arrives at meaning in life. 1) by creating a work or doing a deed. 2) by experiencing something or encountering someone. 3) turning personal tragedy into a triumph. The third is the most important, and Frankl explains it best. "&lt;em&gt;Even a helpless victim of a hopeless situation, facing a fate he cannot change, may rise above himself, may grow beyond himself, and by so doing change himself."&lt;/em&gt; While Frankl does not push any particular religion in his writings; he does maintain that it is through a higher, Celestial power that our sufferings and trials can become our strengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankl quotes Nietzsche, "&lt;em&gt;He who has a &lt;/em&gt;why &lt;em&gt;to live can bear with almost any&lt;/em&gt; how." And my favorite Nietzsche quote "&lt;em&gt;That which does not kill me, makes me stronger&lt;/em&gt;." These two ideas in combination can help one understand and internalize that all suffering, regardless of the source or intensity, is an opportunity to learn and grow. Our experiences, our attitudes; they are the only thing no power on earth can ever take from you. Even after horrific experiences of the harshest and cruelest capabilities of Man, Frankl maintains that it was for his good. He states "&lt;em&gt;without the suffering, I know the growth I have achieved would have been impossible&lt;/em&gt;." Read this book. Read it again. Try to gain a better and clearer understanding of yourself, your attitudes and your future in its pages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-1663361782127507274?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1663361782127507274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=1663361782127507274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1663361782127507274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/1663361782127507274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/mans-search-for-meaning.html' title='Man&apos;s Search for Meaning'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RcydjZXcvTI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/wKIby6xpoxg/s72-c/11084766.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-178989961354588434</id><published>2007-02-09T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:41.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Poisonwood Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RbD9vrYu1II/AAAAAAAAALY/BaTDC_IbNr8/s1600-h/poisonwood+bible.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021792580060238978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RbD9vrYu1II/AAAAAAAAALY/BaTDC_IbNr8/s320/poisonwood+bible.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After several people raved about this book, I decided to pick it up and see what all the fuss was about. The Price family moves from Bethlehem, Georgia to the village of Kilanga in the Belgian Congo in 1959 so their baptist preacher father can "save the souls" of the Africans. What was supposed to be a 12-month stint turns into a much longer, life altering stay in central Africa. I love the style of this book, each chapter is told from the perspective of one of the women Nathanial Price dragged to the Congo. His wife, Orleanna and their four daughters; Rachel (age 15), Leah, Adah (ages 14) and Ruth May (age 5). I love how the sisters see the same situations differently, depending on their personalities, personal conflicts and age. But I think the strongest point of this story is how these women are changed by Africa, for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Orleanna evolve from a subservient,suburban, Southern preacher's wife into a woman who will finally take her life (and her family's future) into her own hands, regardless of what anyone else will think; this is both the most rewarding and disheartening part of the book. Seeing her daughters grow stronger and more independent, eventually taking control of their own lives makes you want to cheer, but it also is horribly depressing to think this independent attitude had to be &lt;em&gt;learned&lt;/em&gt;. And I hate Nathaniel Price for his role in their lives. I don't want to detail &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; I hate him because I think this book should be on everyone's "To Read" list, and I don't want to influence your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I just say that our communities and our world will be so much better off when we as individuals realize that the entire world does not spin around us, or our way of life, or our country. There are billions of people in the world, and we are all different. Why is it so hard to accept differences? And why is it so hard to take people how they are, warts and all, and love them anyway? So what if they have a different background, different gods, different skin, different opinions and a different lifestyle? By exhibiting a little open-mindness you can learn so much from differences, and it seems even more small-minded to refuse this knowledge on purpose, simply because of differences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-178989961354588434?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/178989961354588434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=178989961354588434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/178989961354588434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/178989961354588434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/poisonwood-bible.html' title='The Poisonwood Bible'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RbD9vrYu1II/AAAAAAAAALY/BaTDC_IbNr8/s72-c/poisonwood+bible.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-7738160852929478167</id><published>2007-02-08T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:49:41.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>The Devil Wears Prada</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Lauren Weisberger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RYgSohVcLBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BjEVchJ_hg4/s1600-h/Devil.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010275072802040850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RYgSohVcLBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BjEVchJ_hg4/s200/Devil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In honor of the DVD release, I decided to re-read this book before watching the movie again. For those of you who have seen the movie - I suggest catching up on your reading, and for those of you who have not - READ THE BOOK! Ok - I'm off my book rant now, time for the review. The general plot line: Andy is fresh out of college and looking for her first "real" job. She gets hired on at &lt;em&gt;Runway&lt;/em&gt; magazine, as the Editor-in-Chief's personal assistant. Only somehow during the interview process no one mentioned that her new boss, Miranda Priestly, was commonly accepted as the devil incarnate with better shoes. As her requests get more and more outrageous - bordering on downright ridiculous and even completely impossible, Andy struggles to maintain her previously normal life. Having worked for completely insane bosses before, I can identify with this story. (Granted, I have never been asked to get a copy of &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/em&gt; before its release date for my employer's snotty kid - she's got me there.) Of course I love the fashion references throughout this book - the descriptions of clothes, shoes, bags, designers and shows - but mostly I love the way Andy goes from a general fear of her boss to a downright loathing and then further to an absolute hatred. Again, having worked for the Boss From Hell, I can relate. There are certain types of individuals (who always seem to end up in management) who thrive on putting their employees down, threatening them and purposely doing and saying things to make them believe they are about to be fired. And this is supposed to be motivating. I realize that managers need to have their employees respect them -but you can respect your boss without also wanting to throw mechanical pencils into his face and strangle him with his own phone cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note: my current employer is &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; like Miranda Priestly, the devil, or any other company I've ever heard of. I love my company, I like my boss, and basically, I have cushiest job in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-7738160852929478167?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7738160852929478167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=7738160852929478167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7738160852929478167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/7738160852929478167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/devil-wears-prada.html' title='The Devil Wears Prada'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03oEBUQIsmQ/RYgSohVcLBI/AAAAAAAAAA4/BjEVchJ_hg4/s72-c/Devil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-6597180003212185724</id><published>2007-02-07T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:02:49.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Cry, the Beloved Country</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Alan Paton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4844/3391/1600/825429/CBC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4844/3391/320/690317/CBC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The greatest novel to emerge out of the tragedy of South Africa, and one of the best novels of our time" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(The New Republic).&lt;/span&gt; I first read this book several years ago and absolutely fell in love with the powerful descriptions of character as well as social and political unrest throughout South Africa during the first half of the 20th century. This story follows a Zulu pastor, Stephen Kumalo, as he makes his way from the small valley of Ndotsheni to the great city of Johannesburg to find his sister and his son Absalom. The commentary on the breaking up of the Zulu tribe and its destruction by the racial unjustices as well as the lure of such an enormous city is poignant and heart-breaking. Kumalo talks about his dying valley, full of old men and young children who are starving and, subsequently, moving to the cities to find work in the gold mines, leaving their families behind. Kumalo’s love and passion for his people, his dedication to their preservation and his shame as his own family’s transgressions work together to build a character of much depth and strength. In Johannesburg the somber pastor finds himself in the middle of yet another racial war as his son is wrapped up in a criminal case against a white man, one that will be impossible for the humble family to win. Throughout the book, Kumalo learns many things about the city, about the breaking of his tribe, and about the future of his valley. He learns of sin and forgiveness – more acutely than his many years as a pastor could have ever prepared him for. He learns of love from both strangers and the friends from his village. And, most importantly, the reader comes to realize the amazing dichotomy that continues to pervert so much of the world – the hatred that can stem from differences. &lt;em&gt;Cry, the Beloved Country&lt;/em&gt; illustrates that this hurdle can be overcome – although it takes a conscience decision to do so, and the ability to choose to accept others regardless of the consequences. If we are not constantly working towards this goal of global harmony – then we are allowing the opposite; fragmantization, social and political dissention as well as racial and religious injustices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In the deserted harbor there is yet water that laps against the quays. In the dark and silent forest there is a leaf that falls. Behind the polished paneling the white ant eats away the wood. Nothing is ever quiet, except for fools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(page 224)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-6597180003212185724?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6597180003212185724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=6597180003212185724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6597180003212185724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6597180003212185724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/cry-beloved-country.html' title='Cry, the Beloved Country'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-6670611809072552918</id><published>2007-02-06T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:59:17.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick-lit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>Elegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Kathleen Tessaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4844/3391/1600/587263/elegance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4844/3391/320/677975/elegance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you have something that you do that is always relaxing, or know exactly where to get your favorite comfort-foods? My comfort-habit is reading, and particularly this book (I've probably read it 8 times in 4 years). This is the story of an American woman, living in London and her transformation from sad, frumpy, depressed wife who is (unknowingly) married to a gay man, into a scarily forward vixen, and finally into a composed, successful, single career woman with a promising romantic prospect. This is heartbreaking in parts and hilarious in parts - in short, &lt;em&gt;Elegance&lt;/em&gt; is your definitive "chick-lit" type of read. And, as a guilty confession - I LOVE chick-lit! Particularly British chick-lit. I've never gotten into the heaving romance novels with half-naked lovers on the cover - but I love love love books about English girls, their habits, their jobs, their clothes, their boyfriends/lovers/etc. There really is no explanation for it, but after several books with serious subject matter I felt the need for something a bit, well, a bit more like this. You can make fun of me all you want (ahem... Berkley) for being a chick-lit lover, but please remember that it's part of my charm. And reading a book in the bath-tub is much less damaging than binging on ice-cream, crouched in front of the T.V. watching Fabio and Esmerelda rush into each others arms and suck each others faces off.... I'm just saying, ya know, have a little perspective. ;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-6670611809072552918?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6670611809072552918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=6670611809072552918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6670611809072552918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6670611809072552918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/elegance.html' title='Elegance'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-3144156347256913554</id><published>2007-02-06T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:13:41.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novel'/><title type='text'>East of Eden</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: John Steinbeck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4844/3391/1600/940632/Eden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4844/3391/320/293964/Eden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few years ago I read &lt;em&gt;East of Eden&lt;/em&gt; and absolutely loved the plot lines and the character descriptions and the dead-on depictions of human nature. At over 600 pages, this epic story follows the Hamilton and Trask families from Ireland to New England to the Salinas Valley in California - spanning 3 generations and the entire gamut of human failing &amp; triumph. If you have ever watched &lt;em&gt;Legends of the Fall&lt;/em&gt;, you have a fairly good idea of the scope of this book. At this point in my life I have seen considerably more life experience than I did at age 17 and the characters in this book are more alive, more desperate and more human than they seemed at first reading. Adam Trask and his family wade through their lives trying to deal with their feelings of love and hate, betrayal and prejudice, right and wrong. As the family expands the trials increase and the characters must learn to either deal with the problems, fight them, or run from them - which they do with varying success. I love the insights into our own psyche, Steinbeck is a master of human reaction and isn't afraid of the dark side of people. He explores it with such honesty that it, at times, is frightening to see parts of yourself or your loved ones in his characters. This is one of my favorite books and while it is less famous than it's &lt;em&gt;Grapes of Wrath&lt;/em&gt; cousin, I think the relationships within it's pages are better written and more relevant to our lives &amp;amp; times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-3144156347256913554?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3144156347256913554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=3144156347256913554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3144156347256913554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3144156347256913554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/east-of-eden.html' title='East of Eden'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2483704178832510020</id><published>2007-02-06T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:04:52.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social commentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>There Are No Children Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Alex Kotlowitz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/No%20Children%20Here.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/No%20Children%20Here.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book follows LaJoe Rivers and her family as they struggle for survival at Henry Horner, one of the many complexes making up “the projects” in inner-city Chicago. The book opens as Pharoah and Lafeyette Rivers (age 9 and 11, respectively) enjoy a peaceful summer afternoon which suddenly turns violent. Over the next several years these two boys, their family and friends experience unbelievable terror, violence and loss. The harshness of their environment quickly transforms kids into old men &amp; women. The vast majority never attend high school and only a select few graduate. Very few hold steady jobs, and most are single parents by the ripe old age of 16. Many are lost to the vices of the neighborhood; buying and selling drugs or running guns for any of a variety of gangs. The living conditions described at Henry Horner are absolutely appalling; tiny apartments house enormous extended families, there is no escape to filth and grime, appliances and furnaces are broken and there is rarely enough food to go around. Living in the projects children learn to drop to the ground when they hear gunfire, tactics to avoid stray bullets and not to trust anyone, in some cases not even family. How any of these kids survive is a heartbreaking miracle, made poignantly clear when young Pharoah talks about “if” he grows up, not “when.” This book is a landmark publication on urban poverty that exposed many blatant errors on lawmakers and city officials in their gross oversight of their poor. I wish I could say that things have changed, but the problems detailed at Henry Horner still exist in Chicago and other major cities across the country. A few steps have been taken to improve conditions of public housing and to curb the violent crime of those neighborhoods; but there remains vast hurdles to overcome in both public aid, crime &amp;amp; housing conditions. &lt;a href="http://www.alexkotlowitz.com"&gt;(Author's Website)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2483704178832510020?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2483704178832510020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2483704178832510020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2483704178832510020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2483704178832510020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/there-are-no-children-here.html' title='There Are No Children Here'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-6944222320771384138</id><published>2007-02-06T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:14:48.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classic'/><title type='text'>Catcher in the Rye</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: J.D. Salinger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Catcher.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Catcher.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book is often considered one of the literature classics from the 20th century, so I was a bit surprised at myself for never having had read it. Because of significant language and a few "questionable" behavior issues, &lt;em&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt; has been the subject of much literature controversy and has been either censored or banned in many schools across the country. As the story follows young Holden Caulfield through a tumultuous few days after he gets kicked out of his prep school, I found myself wondering where the plot was... the truth is, there isn't much plot. This book is so different than it's contemporary works of fiction, perhaps that is part of the reason it became such a classic - it explored a type of writing that had not been discovered by mainstream America. This is a coming-of-age story, although not much is really resolved. &lt;em&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/em&gt; does have impeccable insight into the mind of a teenage boy, complete with all the social neurosis that permeated life in the 1950's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-6944222320771384138?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6944222320771384138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=6944222320771384138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6944222320771384138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6944222320771384138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/catcher-in-rye.html' title='Catcher in the Rye'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-4081119826787293289</id><published>2007-02-05T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:15:19.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle-east'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Khaled Hosseini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Kite%20Runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Kite%20Runner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In ancient Greek mythology, hero’s are often individuals with incredible powers and one, tragic flaw (example: Achilles and that pesky heel). In &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;, the narrator Amir is not a hero. In fact, for the first half of the book I actually despised him. However, in thinking about it again, even though he is not heroic by nature, which breeds general disappointment from his father, Amir is desperate to find his strength. After betraying his childhood friend Hassan, and eventually driving Hassan’s family from their home, Amir suffers with his guilt for over twenty-five years. The man is haunted by past events from his homeland in Afghanistan, which is only compounded when his country's monarchy is overthrown by the Russians and then falls into the hands of the Taliban. Amir watches these events unfold in newspapers, radio &amp; on TV from the safety of his apartment in San Francisco, yet continues to torture himself with his own regrets. &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt; is a story of friendship, betrayal and redemption. It has all the makings of an epic, spanning several decades and two continents this book discusses the value of country, of tradition, of family. Amir is in his late 30’s before he finds the chance for redemtion, the chance to unchain himself from the betrayal of his childhood. His return to Afghanistan is an abrupt awakening on the state of his homeland, and is the beginning of a new chapter of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book, I tend to prefer stories that show good, bad &amp;amp; ugly. Most lives are filled with sadness and tragedy, and punctuated with joy. I have a much harder time believing that someone can skip over the nasty bits of their life and have a fairy-tale happy ending; I’m too much of a realist. I believe in happy endings, just not in fairy tales. &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt; explores tenderness &amp;amp; terror, the nightmares of Afghanistan and the dreams of America and intertwines them into a complicated and beautifully tragic tale about two friends, the Sultans of Kabul. &lt;a href="http://www.khaledhosseini.com"&gt;(Author's website)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-4081119826787293289?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4081119826787293289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=4081119826787293289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4081119826787293289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4081119826787293289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/kite-runner.html' title='Kite Runner'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-6724978312986612006</id><published>2007-02-02T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:01:44.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Teacher Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Frank McCourt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/mccourt_frank_teacher_man.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/mccourt_frank_teacher_man.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across McCourt's first book, &lt;em&gt;Angela's Ashes&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my freshman year of college and immediately fell in love with his vivid descriptions of growing up dirt-poor in Ireland, his writing style, and his both optimistic and pessimistic hope for the future. McCourt's second book, &lt;em&gt;Tis&lt;/em&gt;, tells his story as a young man in America, going to college, getting married, getting a job as a teacher. McCourt's final book &lt;em&gt;Teacher Man&lt;/em&gt; follows him through 30 years of teaching in the New York public school system. This book offers a sometimes brutally honest examination of the author, his students, the schools he teaches in and the life he has chosen. He describes the horrors of the classroom, the touching moments, and has a keen insight into the workings of the teenage mind. McCourt is probably one of my top 5 favorite authors, and &lt;em&gt;Angela's Ashes &lt;/em&gt;is easily one of my favorite books. I usually don't pick favorites, but simply reading his matrial I always get an inspiration-bug to write my own book. I think keeping this blog may be the first step in that direction... we'll see how it turns out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Frank McCourt's Literary Genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gc.maricopa.edu/English/angela.html"&gt;Angela's Ashes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Pulitzer Prize 1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookreporter.com/reviews/0684848783.asp"&gt;'Tis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=0743243773"&gt;Teacher Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-6724978312986612006?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6724978312986612006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=6724978312986612006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6724978312986612006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6724978312986612006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/teacher-man.html' title='Teacher Man'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-8010278823808037843</id><published>2007-02-01T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:16:23.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biography'/><title type='text'>Mandela: Authorized Biography</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Anthony Sampson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Mandela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Mandela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nelson Mandela is a man who fights injustice, inspires nations and established peace &amp; diplomacy. So, why did he go on trial for treason? Why was he described as a terrorist? Why did he spend 27 years in prison? How did this "terrorist" become a Nobel Peace Prize recipient and a international example of tolerance and democracy? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nelson Mandela came from humble beginnings in rural South Africa. He attended mission schools and eventually put himself through law school and practiced as a very prominent attorney in Johannesburg. As the apartheid movement in South Africa became increasingly violent, Mandela became more vocal in his anti-apartheid demonstrations &amp;amp; sentiments. In India, Ghandhi campaigned for nonviolent resistance to the British Empire's demands for submission. As the armed violence escalated against blacks &amp; Indians across South Africa, Mandela &amp;amp; the African National Congress (ANC) began to advocate proportional response. While Mandela admired and respected Ghandhi, he could not justify peaceful resistance; the demonstrators would be slaughtered mercilessly and essentially by forced to unconditionally surrender. Mandela continued to fight relentlessly for the anti-apartheid movement and in 1964 he was sentenced to life in prison for treason. Across the world he was condemned as a radical, a communist and a terrorist for supporting a political ideal to bring equality and fair treatment to the majority of South African citizens. Released from prison in 1990, Mandela immediately began his political career where it had ended nearly three decades earlier. He continued to champion for the black majority to bring them political and social equality, including the right to vote in national and local elections. In 1993, Mandela was awarded with the Nobel Peace Prize and in 1994 became the first democratically elected president of South Africa. Throughout his presidency (1994 - 1999) and political retirement Mandela has continued to champion governments for tolerance, equality and peace, inspiring nations around the world. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to the struggle of the African people. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for and to achieve. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die."&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.anc.org.za/ancdocs/history/mandela/1960s/rivonia.html" href="http://www.anc.org.za/ancdocs/history/mandela/1960s/rivonia.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;[Full Speech]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other resources and information:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apartheid"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apartheid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://archives.obs-us.com/obs/english/books/Mandela/Mandela.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Long Walk to Freedom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by Nelson Mandela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/peace/laureates/1993/mandela-bio.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobel Peace Prize: 1993&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-8010278823808037843?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8010278823808037843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=8010278823808037843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8010278823808037843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/8010278823808037843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/mandela-authorized-biography.html' title='Mandela: Authorized Biography'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-4597829505184610536</id><published>2007-02-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:16:45.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Blink</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Blink.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Blink.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Accepted wisdom and modern science agree that our subconscious minds are capable of comprehending and storing a plethora of information and it will somehow spill over into our conscious mind when we need it most; snap judgments and fight-or-flight responses, situations where instinct and "gut feelings" take precedence over logic and reason. This concept of "thin-slicing," internalizing an instant of a situation or relationship and making accurate conclusions with this internal data system, is inborn and a tremendous resource if tapped, trained &amp; used appropriately. Superman is instructed that with great power comes great responsibility - thin-slicing can give the upper hand in potentially dangerous situations or prevent disaster; it can also reveal our most deep-seated prejudices. In the last chapter, Gladwell briefly discusses how we can train our subconscious to be both powerful &amp; ethical, allowing us to short-circuit debilitating fear, side-step prejudice and instinctively identify tell-tale characteristics in individuals and situations. This book is very interesting, however I would have liked more information on how regular people can harness this thin-slicing ability (instead of the extra 100 pages of case studies). Recognizing inherent greatness in others would breed acceptance of differences. Instantly recognizing red-flags in others would mean fewer x-boyfriends and bad second (or 7th) dates. However, all-in-all, I found this book both academic &amp;amp; engaging, which sounds like an oxymoron but is simply a rarity in the published world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-4597829505184610536?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4597829505184610536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=4597829505184610536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4597829505184610536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/4597829505184610536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/blink.html' title='Blink'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-9192457196970982664</id><published>2007-02-01T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:17:14.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Running with Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Augusten Burroughs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Runing%20with%20Scissors.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Runing%20with%20Scissors.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever wondered how you grew up semi-normal with such an oddball hodge-podge of family members? Well, compared to Augusten Burroughs your life (however bizarre) could only be described as conventional bliss! His childhood is cut a bit short when, at age 13, his delusional mother legally signs him over to her shrink and sends him packing. Life with Dr. Finch is fairly normal - and by fairly normal I mean completley and totally insane. Several of Finch's most psychotic patients &amp; numerous deranged relations have taken up residency in their crumbling house where rules &amp;amp; order (and clean dishes) are completely non-existent. Sick of the living room? Move the furniture to the front yard for a few months. Want to skip school? Fine. Forever? Ok. Feeling a little down? Help yourself to some prescription drug samples. Feeling a little bored? Try out the old electric-shock therapy machine. This book is terribly disturbing, twisted, vulgar and dark - which also means it's funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Warning: This is not for the faint of heart, or the easily offended or ANY prim-and-proper individuals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Teenagers left to their own devices, with an endless supply of not-yet-FDA-approved pills are bound to get dirty and get in trouble... only how can you really "get in trouble" when the authoritarian / disciplinarian is in the bathroom, busy interpreting divine direction that God has cleverly hidden in the toilet bowl? &lt;em&gt;Running with Scissors&lt;/em&gt; has been made into a movie with an all-star cast and is scheduled for release this fall. To watch the preview visit &lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/runningwithscissors"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-9192457196970982664?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/9192457196970982664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=9192457196970982664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/9192457196970982664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/9192457196970982664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/running-with-scissors.html' title='Running with Scissors'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-3169694492386869869</id><published>2007-02-01T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:03:25.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle-east'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>Reading Lolita in Tehran</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Azar Nafisi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 3.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Lolita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Lolita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An Iranian author &amp; former literature teacher at the former University of Tehran, Nafisi uses books discussed in class to create a framework describing how the Iranian Revolution in the 1980's changed her life and the lives of her students. By discussing works as varied as &lt;em&gt;Lolita, The Great Gatsby,&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp;&lt;em&gt; Pride &amp; Prejudice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as well as books by Henry James (which I haven't read) she tries to explain to her classes and her readers the differences &amp;amp; similarities between cold, harsh reality in Tehran and the fictional world created by these Western authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1980's fundamentalist nationals imposed a new regime in Iran, forcing Islam on all citizens and essentially eliminating human rights we take for granted in America. This new law seemed like a good idea; thousands of students and intellectuals fought hard for it to succeed. However, forcing others to comply with your own personal morals &amp; religious beliefs can only breed resentment and revolution. It is immaterial what your standards are - using physical or intellectual intimidation to force them on unwilling parties does not mean you have "won." Only through tolerance, respect &amp;amp; acceptance can we truly flourish with our differences. I realize this may sound simplistic &amp; perhaps Miss America-esque, but in reality isn't this the key to "world peace?" What country or nation that used political force to curtail actions and censor thoughts to gain power has been able to hold onto their power? (Answer: So far, only Cuba) Suppressed peoples will eventually unite &amp;amp; revolt. In the global society of today groups fighting for basic freedoms of thought, speech &amp; expression will garner support from around the world, fueling their cause. It is essential to learn to accept an individual on their own terms, without trying to fit them into your contexts; this is the only way to truly understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-3169694492386869869?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3169694492386869869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=3169694492386869869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3169694492386869869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/3169694492386869869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/02/reading-lolita-in-tehran.html' title='Reading Lolita in Tehran'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-2709155572807224538</id><published>2007-01-31T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:18:04.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 stars'/><title type='text'>Freakanomics</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Authors: Steven Levitt &amp; Stephen Dubner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Freakanomics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Freakanomics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book does not really have a story line, or a plot, or even a unifying theme. However, it does have 5 or 6 comparative case studies with astounding data and conclusions. Which, I suppose, makes the unifying theme something to do with the title - seemingly unrelated economic &amp; social situations explained by freaky data. I realize that my nerdiness is showing again, however I am not afraid to admit it! "Hi my name is Heidi and I'm a bookaholic." As an economics major I have mostly been studying macro-theory &amp;amp; why it does or does not work in the real world. My econ final this semester required pages of essays on the World Bank, the IMF, Neoliberal economic theory, Medicare &amp; Medicaid and the Social Security crisis. However &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Freakanomics,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; as well as &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Tipping Point,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are in-depth studies of microeconomic situations and circumstances with scads of reliable data and countless examples to illustrate its significance. The authors examine piles of facts and measurements, pull out a few intertwined strains of data and somehow manage to make it easily understood and immensly convincing; I find this process fascinating. It is easy to see how NAFTA has altered the trade relationships between Canada, Mexico &amp;amp; the U.S. However it is considerably more difficult to decipher why drug dealers still live with their mothers, the effect &lt;em&gt;Roe vs. Wade&lt;/em&gt; had on crime in the 90's, or what the Klu Klux Klan and Real Estate agents have in common. (Note: I am in no way insinuating that your realtor is affiliated with a white supremist group, read the book to figure out what I'm talking about.) For more information&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;please visit &lt;a href="http://www.freakanomics.com"&gt;www.freakanomics.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-2709155572807224538?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2709155572807224538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=2709155572807224538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2709155572807224538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/2709155572807224538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/01/freakanomics.html' title='Freakanomics'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-5806979945135308721</id><published>2007-01-30T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:18:27.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Sex Lives of Cannibals</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: J. Maarten Troost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Sex%20Lives%20of%20Cannibals.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Sex%20Lives%20of%20Cannibals.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do not let the title deter you, this is not a lecherous account of flesh-eating debauchery, rather it is the hilarious travelogue of a writer who moves to an unheard of country on the equator, Kiribati. (Yes, the country exists - in the middle of the South Pacific, I checked). While spending 2 years living on an Pacific atoll approximately 12 miles square one is bound to get a grundle of amazing stories to tell - and Maarten Troost is no exception. His hilarious writing style made me laugh out loud, surprising waiters and busboys alike. The first few chapters detailing why and how Maarten and his stalwart girlfriend managed to find themselves living in Kiribati are by far the funniest - complete with giggle inducing descriptions of airport officials taking one look at a one-way ticket that went from Washington D.C., to Los Angeles, to Hawaii, to Johnson Atoll, to Baintiri to Kiribati and mentally writing these travelers off as a) insane and b) totally lost to civilization.... think about it for a second... Johnson Atoll? Can something get more remote than an unknown swath of coral reef located someone near the equator? I don't know if &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;cheaptickets.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; can get you a cut-rate deal from the continental United States to the middle of nowhere, but I'm tempted to check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-5806979945135308721?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5806979945135308721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=5806979945135308721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/5806979945135308721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/5806979945135308721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/01/sex-lives-of-cannibals.html' title='Sex Lives of Cannibals'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-5240295113034040313</id><published>2007-01-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:18:52.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Hypocrite in a pouffy white dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: susan jane gilman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/1600/Hypocrite%20Cover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/320/Hypocrite%20Cover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This memoir of growing up with hippie parents and Puerto Rican-New Yorker neighbors is both hysterical and unforgettable. I picked this book up initially because I liked the title and a few passages from somewhere in the middle, but after reading approximately 6.7 pages I became addicted. The story starts with young Suzie, age 3, following her parents around a hippie camp on a lake in upstate New York and continues through her precocious childhood, somewhat punky adolescence and defining "coming of age" years. Suzie is a somewhat deranged, liberal, feminist with stubborn and rather detailed ideas of what trends, fads or social norms she will and will not succumb to. Tiara in her drivers license picture? Sure! Wearing white to her own wedding (or anything in the white/cream/ivory/eggshell family)... not a chance! I connect with this woman; I have very specific goals of what I want to accomplish: also known as "everything". And I also have very adamant ideas about things I will NOT attempt: also known as activities requiring excessive quantities of protective gear, singing in public, wearing brown &amp; black together, keeping up on NFL/NBA/NHL stats, or eating gummy candy (i.e. gummy worms, gummy lifesavers, Swedish fish, etc). More info about the "hypocrite" &amp;amp; other witty publications at &lt;a href="http://www.susanjanegilman.net"&gt;www.susanjanegilman.net&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-5240295113034040313?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5240295113034040313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=5240295113034040313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/5240295113034040313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/5240295113034040313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/01/hypocrite-in-pouffy-white-dress.html' title='Hypocrite in a pouffy white dress'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-6676825538122836427</id><published>2007-01-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:42:24.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost 5 stars'/><title type='text'>The Tipping Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Author: Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating: 4.5 stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/200/Tipping%20Point%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mostly this book discusses the catalyst that turns a trend into a phenomenon, what exactly has to happen in the world of subliminal marketing and cross-country networking for a product, service, style or phrase to take mainstream culture by storm. While this is all very fascinating, I have a secondary question. What is your tipping point? What must happen for you to embrace a certain trend or product? Is it clever marketing gimics or great word-of-mouth? Or does celebrity endorsement do the trick? Do you have a RAZR phone? (I do) Do you want to buy black, cropped leggings for fall? (I definitely don't) And what about in relationships? What must happen to make you stay in a relationship, romantic or otherwise? And what will make you leave a relationship? It could be something serious like lying, cheating, abuse and/or generally making your life miserable. It could be something not-so-serious like forgetting a birthday or other important event. Or it could be something so small and isolated it is almost impossible to define without several months distance, something like a baseball in the microwave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5114805172280368955-6676825538122836427?l=confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6676825538122836427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5114805172280368955&amp;postID=6676825538122836427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6676825538122836427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5114805172280368955/posts/default/6676825538122836427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confessionsofabookworm.blogspot.com/2007/01/tipping-point.html' title='The Tipping Point'/><author><name>heidikins</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4844/3391/400/SD.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5114805172280368955.post-7253429407479116300</id><published>2007-01-27T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T09:16:39.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Suggestion</title><content type='html'>Do you have a new favorite book? Is there an author you are passionate about? Is there a topic that you are obsessed with? Tell me about it! 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