Book Lovers Club
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Apple- Have you read Secret Daughter?
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Here's a book that's under the radar that I'm enjoying. I know what you're thinking... non-fiction? yawn...
http://www.amazon.com/We-Got-Him-Kidnapping-Changed/dp/1590200861
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My DD started reading the book thief and was loving it. Had about 50 pages to go and it vanished. The library took it off my iPad. Now we are back on the wait list again and are number 3. Just borrowed a Patricia Cromwell book. I think I am giving up on the emperor of all maladies.
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I read Secret Daughter and I absolutely loved it!
I just finished reading "Nineteen Minutes" by Jodi Picolott (sp). It was pretty good.
Hmmmm, now what to read next!
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Has anyone read "Mudhound"? It's a .99 Kindle deal of the day, and yes, I know it's only .99, but I'm wondering if it's a good read? Anyone?
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I am returning Barking by Tom Holt to the library today. I laughed myself silly. Like several of his other books - a seemingly normal business, office politics/marketing etc - but actually frought with magic. In this case a legal firm whose partners are werewolves who compete for business with a firm of female vampires. Zombies and unicorns also play pivotal roles. Reminds me of Christopher Moore, but the characters are more fleshed out (heh heh)
Julie E
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Kim40- I loved the book Secret Daughter!
Wenweb- did you mean Mudbound? I did a search on Goodreads and it looks pretty good, for .99 I might download it too.
I just finished The Red Tent, I really liked it. What poor Dinah endures in life is just horrible, but the traditions through out the story are wonderful. I recommend it.
So next is Beautiful Girl- which came recommended by someone here as well
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I am back on my history kick; reading a really fastinating book by Chris Matthews Jack Kennedy~Elusive Hero
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Laurie Yeah, I meant "Mudbound". I ended up downloading it as it does sound good.0
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Ruth, I just got Kennedy book for my birthday, and so far I am enjoying it very much. I will let you know!
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The Wall Street Journal has an article about Federal Reserve Bank Chairman Ben Bernanke and his taste for books. Of the 200 or so books that he's read in the last eighteen months, they mention that he's read Erik Larson's new book, In the Garden of Beasts and Bill Bryson's book, At Home. Now don't get me wrong. He has EXCELLENT taste in books. I read both of them. In fact, I debated whether or not to get a kindle when I was schlepping Bryson's book EVERYWHERE.... But, honestly, I hope a few of the other 198 books that he's read had SOMETHING to do with the economy.....
Another Bernanke tidbit from the WSJ: He's an avid evening reader, and says he's read more than 200 books on his Kindle in the last 18 months. (Most recently "In the Garden of the Beast," about Germany before WWII and a Bill Bryson book about 19th century British homes). So maybe he's no average American after all - what, you too good for TV watching, Bernanke?
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I just love reading about everyone's book recs; including Ben Bernanke's!
Who would have thought?!!I am currently reading the second book in the 'Hunger Games' trilogy by Suzanne Collins. Love it!! I think my next one will be Secret Daughter.
I still have to read my book group's selection, Every Last One by Anna Quindlen. I've read a few of her other books and liked them.
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Hi all!
RE - The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake - read it, liked it! It made no sense, in a way - magical realism, perhaps? The brother bit, I enjoyed, btw! I think the point was, if there was one, was that a lot of the family had strange gifts/powers and that was his thing. It was pretty silly, though, if you think about it! Thanks again for the suggestions.
Sarah x
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3/4 of the way through The Story of Beautiful Girl and it's keeping me up nights. like it quite a bit.0
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just a tidbit re Christopher Hitchens (may he rest in peace) and Joan Didion.
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/features/2011/10/joan-didion-201110.print
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Apple, I like what Vanity Fair's Graydon Carter said about Christopher Hitchens:
Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter described the writer as someone "of
ferocious intellect, who was as vibrant on the page as he was at the bar"."Those who read him felt they knew him, and those who knew him were
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being a psuedo Christian, i often have not agreed with him, but have always been blown away by his powerful thinking.. he really was smart.
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Apple: Thanks for the VF Hitchen's article about Joan Didion. I like reading both. Yes, your Christmas Apple is really cute.
December is the month I catch up reading all the magazines that I let pile up. Can't bear to throw them away if I haven't finished. Also going back & re-reading early Faye Kellerman. I like her better than him. Someone told yesterday that Marcia Muller's new book in the Sharon McCone "series" is a disappointment. Anyone else read it?
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Love the Christmas Apple!
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more Hitch...
PETER HITCHENS: In Memoriam, my courageous brother Christopher, 1949-2011
By Peter Hitchens
How odd it is to hear of your own brother's death on an early morning radio bulletin. How odd it is for a private loss to be a public event.
I wouldn't normally dream of writing about such a thing here, and I doubt if many people would expect me to. It is made even odder by the fact that I am a minor celebrity myself. And that the, ah, complex relationship between me and my brother has been public property.
I have this morning turned down three invitations to talk on the radio about my brother. I had a powerful feeling that it would be wrong to do so, not immediately explicable but strong enough to persuade me to say a polite ‘no thank you'.
And I have spent most of the day so far responding, with regrettable brevity, to the many kind and thoughtful expressions of sympathy that I have received, some from complete strangers.
Many more such messages are arriving as comments here. My thanks for all of them. They are much appreciated not only by me but by my brother's family.
Much of civilisation rests on the proper response to death, simple unalloyed kindness, the desire to show sympathy for irrecoverable loss, the understanding that a unique and irreplaceable something has been lost to us. If we ceased to care, we wouldn't be properly human.
So, odd as it would be if this were a wholly private matter, I think it would be strange if I did not post something here, partly to thank the many who have sent their kind wishes and expressed their sympathy, and partly to provide my first raw attempt at a eulogy for my closest living relative, someone who in many ways I have known better - and certainly longer - than anyone else alive.
It is certainly raw. Last week I saw my brother for the last time in a fairly grim hospital room in Houston, Texas. He was in great pain, and suffering in several other ways I will not describe. But he was wholly conscious and in command of his wits, and able to speak clearly.
We both knew it was the last time we would see each other, though being Englishmen of a certain generation, neither of us would have dreamed of actually saying so. We parted on good terms, though our conversation had been (as had our e-mail correspondence for some months) cautious and confined to subjects that would not easily lead to conflict. In this I think we were a little like chess-players, working out many possible moves in advance, neither of us wanting any more quarrels of any kind.
At one stage - and I am so sad this never happened - he wrote to me saying he hoped for a ‘soft landing' (code, I think for abandoning any further attempts to combat his disease) and to go home to his beautiful apartment in Washington DC.
There, he suggested, we could go through his bookshelves, as there were some books and other possessions he wanted me to have. I couldn't have cared less about these things, but I had greatly hoped to have that conversation, which would have been a particularly good way of saying farewell.
But alas, it never happened. He never went home and now never will. Never, there it is, that inflexible word that trails close behind that other non-negotiable syllable, death. Even so, we did what we could in Houston, as the doctors, the nurses, the cleaners, and who knows who else, bustled in and out.
I forgot, till I left, that I was wearing a ludicrous surgical mask and gown, and surgical gloves (I am still not sure whose benefit this was for, but it was obligatory) all the time I was sitting there, and - this is extraordinary - time seemed to me to pass incredibly swiftly in that room. I was shocked when the moment came to leave for the airport, that it had come so soon.
Here's a thing I will say now without hesitation, unqualified and important. The one word that comes to mind when I think of my brother is ‘courage'. By this I don't mean the lack of fear which some people have, which enables them to do very dangerous or frightening things because they have no idea what it is to be afraid. I mean a courage which overcomes real fear, while actually experiencing it.
I don't have much of this myself, so I recognise it (and envy it) in others. I have a memory which I cannot place precisely in time, of the two of us scrambling on a high rooftop, the sort of crazy escapade that boys of our generation still went on, where we should not have been.
A moment came when, unable to climb back over the steep slates, the only way down was to jump over a high gap on to a narrow ledge. I couldn't do it. He used his own courage (the real thing can always communicate itself to others) to show me, and persuade me, that I could.
I'd add here that he was for a while an enthusiastic rock climber, something I could never do, and something which people who have come to know him recently would not be likely to guess.
He would always rather fight than give way, not for its own sake but because it came naturally to him. Like me, he was small for his age during his entire childhood and I have another memory of him, white-faced, slight and thin as we all were in those more austere times, furious, standing up to some bully or other in the playground of a school we attended at the same time.
This explains plenty. I offer it because the word ‘courage' is often misused today. People sometimes tell me that I have been ‘courageous' to say something moderately controversial in a public place. Not a bit of it. This is not courage. Courage is deliberately taking a known risk, sometimes physical, sometimes to your livelihood, because you think it is too important not to.
My brother possessed this virtue to the very end, and if I often disagreed with the purposes for which he used it, I never doubted the quality or ceased to admire it. I've mentioned here before C.S.Lewis's statement that courage is the supreme virtue, making all the others possible. It should be praised and celebrated, and is the thing I‘d most wish to remember.
We got on surprisingly well in the past few months, better than for about 50 years as it happens. At such times one tends to remember childhood more clearly than at others, though I have always had a remarkably clear memory of much of mine. I am still baffled by how far we both came, in our different ways, from the small, quiet, shabby world of chilly, sombre rented houses and austere boarding schools, of battered and declining naval seaports, not specially cultured, not book-lined or literary or showy but plain, dutiful and unassuming, we took the courses we did.
Two pieces of verse come to mind, one from Hilaire Belloc's 'Dedicatory Ode'
‘From quiet homes and first beginnings, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning but laughter and the love of friends'
I have always found this passage unexpectedly moving because of something that lies beneath the words, good and largely true though they are. When I hear it, I see in my mind's eye a narrow, half-lit entrance hall with a slowly-ticking clock in it, and a half-open door beyond which somebody is waiting for news of a child who long ago left home.
And T.S.Eliot's ‘Little Gidding' (one of the Four Quartets)
‘We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time'
These words I love because I have found them to be increasingly and powerfully true. In my beginning, as Eliot wrote elsewhere in the Quartets, is my end. Alpha et Omega.0 -
Thank you for that beautiful post, Apple.
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i didn't write it.. 0
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But you shared it! (I would have been pretty suprised if you would have turned out to be Peter Hitchens
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just finished a book put out by readers digest ((of Love and Life ) series 3 dif authors in one book.Marian Keyes,Nora Roberts and Celestine Hitiura Vaite.An excellent beach read.0 -
Mumayam..hope you ARE enjoying the book on a beach... Somewhere!
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"What the dog saw" by Malcolm Gladwell, author fo Blink and The tipping point.0
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Yep! What the dog saw!!! Saw cesar Millan two weeks ago with Junior! He was at our local theatre and my friends and I all went! He is hilarious and mesmerizing!
Bedo... Did you also read the essay about John Rock's Error?
Not going to give away what the dog saw.. But WE know what the dog saw first!0 -
I love Caesar and Junior. I would love them to come and fix my dog.
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Blink Yes. Will check out What the Dog Saw. Thanks0
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Kay!! Practically everyone in the audience wanted him to come and fix their dog! The best part was when he invited two mail carriers on stage to discuss the dogs on their routes, that they knew by name. He went on to say that in Mexico NOBODY has a problem with their dogs. He said you can go up to a door and ring a bell and there could be six dogs on the other side of the door AND NONE OF THEM WILL BARK!
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