Susan Bono’s book of personal essays is an answer to its title, What Have We Here? It contains essays from her life; essays elegant in their simplicity and profound in their insight; essays that tell the life story of a thoughtful woman who has the ability to capture her feelings on a literary canvas for us to experience; essays that have the quality of poetry.
I read each essay out loud to my wife. We are immersed with the author in the scene: on the dance floor, in the kitchen, hiking, or on a car trip as the author muses about her life, our life, all of our lives. Yes, she makes a connection to all of us using nostalgia, humor and sometimes sadness with essays as accessible as a Billy Collins poem and as homey as a Christmas tree in the front room.
I insert a bookmark and close her book. It’s quiet. There’s a residual intensity that demands our attention. Then we share with each other what has happened. Sometimes it evokes one of our own personal stories. Regardless, we feel engaged, warm and very human. So I recommend this book for your humanity.
This is not a romance novel. It’s an intriguing love story. It begins with the senseless death of William’s beautiful wife, Kathy, during a convenience store holdup. Three years later the protagonist, William, is still a basket case. William’s friend, Liz, another doctor, a pediatrician, challenges him to take the vacation trip that was planned by Kathy, three years earlier. This trip is the setup for meeting Annie.
I downloaded the book to my iPad, intending to scan the first chapter and delete the book, but the story hooked me. The characters were well drawn and the plot line kept teasing me onto the next chapter. Even the dippy disappearing tour guide, Aaron Black, was interesting as a character. In addition to the well-crafted writing and the lyrical sentence structure, Miller produced a nice balance between narration and dialogue with a constant subtle sprinkle of figurative language.
The plot line languishes occasionally, but always returns to increasing tension. In the last half of the book, the plot takes a completely unexpected twist. It was an exceptional turn and past that point, I couldn’t put the book down.
My only difficulty with the book was the character William. I could not visualize him as a doctor. He was missing that edge that all doctors have whether or not they’re mourning. Liz had that edge and she leapt off the page as a doctor. William seemed to be more like a liberal arts professor. Regardless, it doesn’t spoil a very good book.
Danger, intrigue and excitement roil through this compelling story as Kip and Sal team up to save Shanghai Shores, a failing apartment complex in Shanghai. A powerful evil character, Rico, intent on sabotaging their effort, presents them with more than one challenge.
Kip is something of a business superman, albeit with a flaw, and Sal is his lifelong friend from the tough side of the tracks. These two main characters are interesting and well cast by their dialogue. The aspect of Western vs. Chinese culture and how it plays into every conflict and every negotiation adds a level of complexity and makes the plot even more interesting. Kip as well as the reader gain from the author’s personal experience. An added subplot involving two beautiful women, Angie and Heather, creates the possibility for romance.
The book is professional and cleanly edited. The author presents us with a nice balance between dialogue and description. The plot is intense and I found myself eager to read the next chapter. I recommend this book to anyone who likes a well-written fast moving story, with suspense, action and cultural depth.
From chapter one to the end, this middle grade book is a laugh fest. It’s not the story that’s a joke; it’s the characters who are all like stand-up comedians. Their goofy adventures, glib language and mangled clichés roll through every chapter. There are lots of funny similes and off-the-wall references, some of them aimed at the parents of MG readers.
Nick, his younger bro Danny and their dad inherit a Victorian house. The new residence, new school and new friends kick off the story. Nick moves into the attic where he finds a bunch of old appliances that are not really what they seem to be, and life for Nick begins to get a little weird . . . and dangerous.
Nick gains new friends Mitch, Theo, Vince, Caitlin and Petula. Written in third person, omniscient, we get access to all their thoughts. The switches are for the most part seamless, although I missed a switch and ended up thinking I was in the wrong head a couple of times. The book is mostly dialogue, which is good, because it keeps the story moving and the action in your face. However it tends to be a bit weak in setting scene.
This is book one of the Accelerati trilogy. It’s a fun read. I recommend it.
As a teen living in San Francisco, there was no better way for me to escape the humdrum of life than to escape into the fantasy of Playland at the Beach. I could hardly contain my mounting excitement during the long streetcar ride out to the beach terminus. Once there, I immersed myself in the thrill rides, the games, the noise and energy of the place.
All of this came back to me as I thumbed through this fascinating photo-documentary of our local landmark amusement park. Jim Smith has captured the history of the place by piecing together this photo-history of its genesis as a construction project, its ever-changing arcade and its ultimate demise. I could close my eyes for a second and recall the wonderful fear of the Big Dipper as well as the shower I anticipated flying down the Chutes. It was part of our culture, growing up in The City.
As an adult, possibly even now an elder, I can now appreciate the collection of this detail for its value in understanding what creates fun. Those entrepreneurs new what was exciting, what could launch me from San Francisco news boy into make believe astronaut, even though the word was not yet in everyday language. I also reveled in the photos of people now long gone, but then dressed up for the occasion in their finest—a much different time.
I appreciated the photos of phases of construction that revealed the skeletons beneath the rides, each an engineering feat and each the substance beneath the fantasy. Whether this book would go on your coffee table or into the history section of your library, I enthusiastically recommend it.
Forever Thirteen is a fantasy, or is it para-normal, or maybe it’s non-fiction and there really is an afterlife. There certainly is in this delightful novel by Crissi Langwell. Most of the characters in the story are dead, but that’s not bad. They exist just like you or me except for a few limitations: most of them can’t talk to the living and most of them can’t connect physically with our living world. Thus lies the problem for our thirteen-year-old protagonist, Joey. He’s dead and he can’t talk to his best friend, Cameron, who is alive. That’s distressing because Cameron is super depressed about losing his best friend, Joey.
The author makes this an enjoyable and exciting adventure for Joey and the reader. The afterlife construct is very much like world building. It’s kind-of-a between existence, like Limbo or Purgatory without the fire. Furthermore, being in the afterlife has the advantage of instant travel to wherever you imagine: No waiting, no TSA, no luggage carousals. Just think about a place and you’re there. Neat!
Other interesting characters include: August who is kind of Joey’s multiple generational brother, Kayla who is not who she is, and Thelma who is not quite alive and not quite dead. It’s a nicely crafted story, well written, with many lovely descriptive lines. I thought Joey’s voice was a bit too mature for thirteen, so I’d rename the book Forever Seventeen. Regardless, it was a good read and I recommend it.
Nine unique vignettes, about nine gods, are connected in one book, while oddly disconnected from each other as though cast by nine different authors. Yet themes of music, romance and sex do thread through the stories. And of course, there’s the gods and the fact that I knew there was only one author.
I found each short tale, surprisingly creative and titillating, drawing me in. Ms. Wong’s language is rich in flowing description and detailed imagery. Her characters are always interesting. Like a treasure hunt, I began each section curious about the god and how he or she would emerge, how the story would be cast to include him or her.
Each vignette was a quick read, a snapshot of character, place and event. Characteristically shorts don’t really need a dénouement, yet I finished each section feeling complete; I had met the god; discovered the treasure.
I found this book as enjoyable as it was unusual and you will, too.
On the fictional island of Thisby, an annual race takes place in which men ride the capall uisce, mythical water horses. Unlike the horses that you and I know, these are animals of great beauty, power, speed and danger; carnivores that can turn on their riders or other horses, and kill them. Such is the backdrop for the story related by seventeen-year-old Kate (Puck) Connolly.
Thisby Island is basically a rock protruding from the North Atlantic into a dystopian environment of fierce, ragged and unfriendly weather. Puck and her brothers, Gabe and Finn are orphaned and live there in abject poverty. About to be evicted, her only chance for keeping their home and remaining on the island is to ride and win the Scorpio Race, in which no female has ever been allowed. Moreover, she’d have to beat her friend and romantic interest, Sean, the current champion.
Sean is a stable hand for the wealthy Malverns, who own him and almost everything else on the island. Their son, Mutt, hates Sean, who has won the race the last four years. Since the horse he rides, Corr, is owned by the Malverns, Sean receives a pittance of the purse. However, it’s Sean’s special ability with the mystical horses as well as everyone’s acceptance of the capall uisce as normal that makes this story more magical realism than fantasy.
Stiefvater paints every scene with wonderful figurative language. The rural community on Thisby comes alive under her pen. Her language is a joy to read. Also, the story is crafted so that its characters develop naturally. However, as well as this is written, I found the voice of the two main characters, Sean and Puck, so similar that I often confused them and had to return to the chapter title, to know what character I was reading. Regardless, I highly recommend this as a great read for adults or young adults.
In 1911 New York City, eleven-year-old Aurora Lewis arrives at her violin teacher’s studio and discovers his second-story window open, and his lifeless body on the sidewalk below. Falsely accused, Aurora with her friends, Theo, Eddie and Bill, begin a search for the truth that ultimately places her in harm’s way.
Ms. Stancic does a nice job of peppering the mystery plot with provocative clues and interesting characters. We get a good sense of the protagonist and the cultural inhibitions of a young girl’s life a century ago, even though the story, written in third person, keeps us at arm’s length.
The author’s musical involvement is evident in both the main character and the settings. It’s a coalescing theme throughout the story. Her writing is nicely crafted, clear, understandable and error free. I didn’t find a single typo.
Even though the book is labeled as young adult, I would recommend this for middle-grade girls, due to the age of the protagonist, the diction and the reading level of the text. I think boys would respond to a story with more tension, more threat to the protagonist and a situation where she has more at stake.
I found it distracting to discover young versions of two famous movie leading men, Edward G. Robinson and William Powell, in the first chapter.
Overall, it’s an engaging story. I read to learn the ending. That’s evidence of a good mystery.
I’m still not sure who the protagonist was in this story. Maybe it was the young boy, Nathaniel, a precocious magician trainee or more likely, Bartimaeus, a powerful demon that he conjured and assigned to steal the Amulet of Samarkand. It certainly wasn’t Simon Lovelace, a mature and dangerous magician who humiliated Nathaniel inciting his idealistic boyhood revenge.
Regardless, Stroud is a master storyteller who takes us through the clandestine occult journey of the demon driven by Nathaniel’s naïveté. I found this engaging novel in the Junior Reader section of a local bookstore. The diction and language is not middle-grade. I was forced to my dictionary many times. I can only conclude that it was placed in this section because one of the protagonists, Nathaniel, was eleven-years-old.
The tension in the plot was uneven, although constantly rising toward a climax that was as unexpected as it was totally inescapable. I heartily recommend this to any young reader or adult who enjoys high fantasy and the literary use of the English language.