<?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-3930221596734154758</id><updated>2011-08-09T09:49:42.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Page Turners</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-2993497143138192824</id><published>2010-11-11T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:04:04.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 25 -  Little bee by Chris Cleave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyukUUHPeI/AAAAAAAAADs/mIC8yO4zCG0/s1600/little%2Bbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538493580710460898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyukUUHPeI/AAAAAAAAADs/mIC8yO4zCG0/s320/little%2Bbee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon Best of the Month, February 2009: The publishers of Chris Cleave's new novel "don't want to spoil" the story by revealing too much about it, and there's good reason not to tell too much about the plot's pivot point. All you should know going in to Little Bee is that what happens on the beach is brutal, and that it braids the fates of a 16-year-old Nigerian orphan (who calls herself Little Bee) and a well-off British couple--journalists trying to repair their strained marriage with a free holiday--who should have stayed behind their resort's walls. The tide of that event carries Little Bee back to their world, which she claims she couldn't explain to the girls from her village because they'd have no context for its abundance and calm. But she shows us the infinite rifts in a globalized world, where any distance can be crossed in a day--with the right papers--and "no one likes each other, but everyone likes U2." Where you have to give up the safety you'd assumed as your birthright if you decide to save the girl gazing at you through razor wire, left to the wolves of a failing state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-2993497143138192824?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2993497143138192824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=2993497143138192824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2993497143138192824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2993497143138192824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/11/book-25-little-bee-by-chris-cleave.html' title='Book 25 -  Little bee by Chris Cleave'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyukUUHPeI/AAAAAAAAADs/mIC8yO4zCG0/s72-c/little%2Bbee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-3514510019279377454</id><published>2010-11-11T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:53:55.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 24 - The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNysMMiiruI/AAAAAAAAADk/6kH5RHWVBKM/s1600/undomestic%2Bgoddess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538490967283379938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNysMMiiruI/AAAAAAAAADk/6kH5RHWVBKM/s320/undomestic%2Bgoddess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Samantha Sweeting, the 29-year-old heroine of Kinsella's latest confection (after Shopaholic Sister), is on the verge of partnership at the prestigious London law firm Carter Spink—the Holy Grail of her entire workaholic life. But when she finds she has made a terrible, costly mistake just before the partnership decision, she's terrified of being fired. In a fog, she stumbles out of the building and onto the nearest train, which drops her in the countryside, where she wanders to a stately home. The nouveau riche lady of the house mistakes her for the new housekeeper—and Samantha is too astonished to correct her. Numb and unable to face returning to London, Samantha tries to master the finer points of laundry, cooking and cleaning. She discovers that the slow life, her pompous but good-hearted employers and the attentions of the handsome gardener, Nathaniel, suit her just fine. But her past is hard to escape, and when she discovers a terrible secret about her firm—and when the media learns that the former legal star is scrubbing toilets for a living—her life becomes more complicated than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-3514510019279377454?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/3514510019279377454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=3514510019279377454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/3514510019279377454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/3514510019279377454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/11/book-24-undomestic-goddess-by-sophie.html' title='Book 24 - The Undomestic Goddess by Sophie Kinsella'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNysMMiiruI/AAAAAAAAADk/6kH5RHWVBKM/s72-c/undomestic%2Bgoddess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-2738546134543207074</id><published>2010-11-11T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:50:57.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 23 - The Last Child by John Hart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyrinUz5fI/AAAAAAAAADc/9lKc3YaPkgE/s1600/last%2Bchild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538490252919039474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyrinUz5fI/AAAAAAAAADc/9lKc3YaPkgE/s320/last%2Bchild.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year after 12-year-old Alyssa Merrimon disappeared on her way home from the library in an unnamed rural North Carolina town, her twin brother, Johnny, continues to search the town, street by street, even visiting the homes of known sex offenders, in this chilling novel from Edgar-winner Hart (Down River). Det. Clyde Hunt, the lead cop on Alyssa's case, keeps a watchful eye on Johnny and his mother, who has deteriorated since Alyssa's abduction and her husband's departure soon afterward. When a second girl is snatched, Johnny is even more determined to find his sister, convinced that the perpetrator is the same person who took Alyssa. But what he unearths is more sinister than anyone imagined, sending shock waves through the community and putting Johnny's own life in danger. Despite a tendency to dip into melodrama, Hart spins an impressively layered tale of broken families and secrets that can kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-2738546134543207074?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2738546134543207074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=2738546134543207074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2738546134543207074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2738546134543207074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/11/book-23-last-child-by-john-hart.html' title='Book 23 - The Last Child by John Hart'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyrinUz5fI/AAAAAAAAADc/9lKc3YaPkgE/s72-c/last%2Bchild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-667232181709157447</id><published>2010-11-11T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T21:49:16.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 22 - Mennonite in a Little Black Dress: A Memoir of Going Home  by Rhoda Janzen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyrFz3GpKI/AAAAAAAAADU/4YiJBB6ldCQ/s1600/mennonite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538489758067893410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyrFz3GpKI/AAAAAAAAADU/4YiJBB6ldCQ/s320/mennonite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, the worst week of Janzen's life—she gets into a debilitating car wreck right after her husband leaves her for a guy he met on the Internet and saddles her with a mortgage she can't afford—seems to come out of nowhere, but the disaster's long buildup becomes clearer as she opens herself up. Her 15-year relationship with Nick had always been punctuated by manic outbursts and verbally abusive behavior, so recognizing her co-dependent role in their marriage becomes an important part of Janzen's recovery (even as she tweaks the 12 steps just a bit). The healing is further assisted by her decision to move back in with her Mennonite parents, prompting her to look at her childhood religion with fresh, twinkling eyes. (She provides an appendix for those unfamiliar with Mennonite culture, as well as a list of shame-based foods from hot potato salad to borscht.) Janzen is always ready to gently turn the humor back on herself, though, and women will immediately warm to the self-deprecating honesty with which she describes the efforts of friends and family to help her re-establish her emotional well-being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-667232181709157447?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/667232181709157447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=667232181709157447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/667232181709157447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/667232181709157447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/11/book-22-mennonite-in-little-black-dress.html' title='Book 22 - Mennonite in a Little Black Dress: A Memoir of Going Home  by Rhoda Janzen'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TNyrFz3GpKI/AAAAAAAAADU/4YiJBB6ldCQ/s72-c/mennonite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-6946584999239380696</id><published>2010-08-11T20:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:45:45.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 21 -The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TGNSKwbcXVI/AAAAAAAAADE/aYn6XFyOqdY/s1600/the+last+lecture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504333514329054546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TGNSKwbcXVI/AAAAAAAAADE/aYn6XFyOqdY/s320/the+last+lecture1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazon.com Review&lt;br /&gt;"We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand."&lt;br /&gt;--Randy Pausch&lt;br /&gt;A lot of professors give talks titled "The Last Lecture." Professors are asked to consider their demise and to ruminate on what matters most to them. And while they speak, audiences can't help but mull the same question: What wisdom would we impart to the world if we knew it was our last chance? If we had to vanish tomorrow, what would we want as our legacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Randy Pausch, a computer science professor at Carnegie Mellon, was asked to give such a lecture, he didn't have to imagine it as his last, since he had recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer. But the lecture he gave--"Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams"--wasn't about dying. It was about the importance of overcoming obstacles, of enabling the dreams of others, of seizing every moment (because "time is all you have...and you may find one day that you have less than you think"). It was a summation of everything Randy had come to believe. It was about living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Randy Pausch has combined the humor, inspiration and intelligence that made his lecture such a phenomenon and given it an indelible form. It is a book that will be shared for generations to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-6946584999239380696?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/6946584999239380696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=6946584999239380696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/6946584999239380696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/6946584999239380696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-21-last-lecture-by-randy-pausch.html' title='Book 21 -The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TGNSKwbcXVI/AAAAAAAAADE/aYn6XFyOqdY/s72-c/the+last+lecture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-5541201501394409218</id><published>2010-06-25T19:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:26:21.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 20 - Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVIluvbp-I/AAAAAAAAACs/R6lW4PYdR_c/s1600/firefly+lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVIluvbp-I/AAAAAAAAACs/R6lW4PYdR_c/s320/firefly+lane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486871534060152802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Hannah (On Mystic Lake) goes a little too far into Lifetime movie territory in her latest, an epic exploration of the complicated terrain between best friends—one who chooses marriage and motherhood while the other opts for career and celebrity. The adventures of poor, ambitious Tully Hart and middle-class romantic Kate Mularkey begin in the 1970s, but don't really get moving until about halfway into the book, when Tully, who claws her way to the heights of broadcast journalism, discovers it's lonely at the top, and Katie, a stay-at-home Seattle housewife, forgets what it's like to be a rebellious teen. What holds the overlong narrative together is the appealing nature of Tully and Katie's devotion to one another even as they are repeatedly tested by jealousy and ambition. Katie's husband, Johnny, is smitten with Tully, and Tully, who is abandoned by her own booze-and-drug-addled mother, relishes the adoration from Katie's daughter, Marah. Hannah takes the easy way out with an over-the-top tear-jerker ending, though her upbeat message of the power of friendship and family will, for some readers, trump even the most contrived plot twists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-5541201501394409218?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5541201501394409218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=5541201501394409218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/5541201501394409218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/5541201501394409218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-20-firefly-lane-by-kristin-hannah.html' title='Book 20 - Firefly Lane by Kristin Hannah'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVIluvbp-I/AAAAAAAAACs/R6lW4PYdR_c/s72-c/firefly+lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-8868334403465382810</id><published>2010-06-25T19:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:26:12.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 19 - Look Again by Lisa Scottoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVITZfqU9I/AAAAAAAAACk/iNU48843JH0/s1600/look+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVITZfqU9I/AAAAAAAAACk/iNU48843JH0/s320/look+again.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486871219119215570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Starred Review. Bestseller Scottoline (Lady Killer) scores another bull's-eye with this terrifying thriller about an adoptive parent's worst fear—the threat of an undisclosed illegality overturning an adoption. The age-progressed picture of an abducted Florida boy, Timothy Braverman, on a have you seen this child? flyer looks alarmingly like Philadelphia journalist Ellen Gleeson's three-year-old son, Will, whom she adopted after working on a feature about a pediatric cardiac care unit. Ellen, who jeopardizes her newspaper job by secretly researching the Braverman case, becomes suspicious when she discovers the lawyer who handled her adoption of Will has committed suicide. Meanwhile, Will's supposed birth mother, Amy Martin, dies of a heroin overdose, and Amy's old boyfriend turns out to look like the man who kidnapped Timothy. Scottoline expertly ratchets up the tension as the desperate Ellen flies to Miami to get DNA samples from Timothy's biological parents. More shocks await her back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-8868334403465382810?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8868334403465382810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=8868334403465382810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/8868334403465382810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/8868334403465382810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-19-look-again-by-lisa-scottoline.html' title='Book 19 - Look Again by Lisa Scottoline'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVITZfqU9I/AAAAAAAAACk/iNU48843JH0/s72-c/look+again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-8635114571030546191</id><published>2010-06-25T19:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:26:01.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 18 - The Help by Kathryn Stockett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVH_5QyAhI/AAAAAAAAACc/m8xKDUS-_BU/s1600/the+help.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVH_5QyAhI/AAAAAAAAACc/m8xKDUS-_BU/s320/the+help.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486870884049355282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Starred Review. What perfect timing for this optimistic, uplifting debut novel (and maiden publication of Amy Einhorn's new imprint) set during the nascent civil rights movement in Jackson, Miss., where black women were trusted to raise white children but not to polish the household silver. Eugenia Skeeter Phelan is just home from college in 1962, and, anxious to become a writer, is advised to hone her chops by writing about what disturbs you. The budding social activist begins to collect the stories of the black women on whom the country club sets relies and mistrusts enlisting the help of Aibileen, a maid who's raised 17 children, and Aibileen's best friend Minny, who's found herself unemployed more than a few times after mouthing off to her white employers. The book Skeeter puts together based on their stories is scathing and shocking, bringing pride and hope to the black community, while giving Skeeter the courage to break down her personal boundaries and pursue her dreams. Assured and layered, full of heart and history, this one has bestseller written all over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-8635114571030546191?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/8635114571030546191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=8635114571030546191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/8635114571030546191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/8635114571030546191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-18-help-by-kathryn-stockett.html' title='Book 18 - The Help by Kathryn Stockett'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVH_5QyAhI/AAAAAAAAACc/m8xKDUS-_BU/s72-c/the+help.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-402297796250536675</id><published>2010-06-25T19:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:25:42.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 17 - The Weight of Silence by Heather Gudenkauf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVHr8lrSII/AAAAAAAAACU/TVIPiHOzwRo/s1600/weight+of+silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVHr8lrSII/AAAAAAAAACU/TVIPiHOzwRo/s320/weight+of+silence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486870541344917634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Gudenkauf's tightly plotted debut packs a lot of unsavory doings into a few unfortunate summer days in Willow Creek, Iowa. Seven-year-old Calli Clark hasn't spoken a word in the three years since a particularly nasty run-in with her violent, wife-beating father, Griff. During a bender, Griff suddenly decides to haul his mute daughter into the nearby forest, where they get lost. At the same time, Calli's best friend Petra goes missing, and a manhunt is launched, led by deputy sheriff Loras Louis, who still carries a torch for Calli's mother. Gudenkauf moves the story forward at a fast clip and is adept at building tension. There's a particular darkness to her heartland, rife as it is with predators and the walking wounded, and her unsentimental take on the milieu manages to find some hope without being maudlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-402297796250536675?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/402297796250536675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=402297796250536675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/402297796250536675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/402297796250536675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-17-weight-of-silence-by-heather.html' title='Book 17 - The Weight of Silence by Heather Gudenkauf'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVHr8lrSII/AAAAAAAAACU/TVIPiHOzwRo/s72-c/weight+of+silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-2144239629398218034</id><published>2010-06-25T19:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:25:13.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 16 -  Dream House by Valerie Laken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVI3nV1y4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BonjV9UU7Qo/s1600/dream+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVI3nV1y4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BonjV9UU7Qo/s320/dream+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486871841311411074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;A classic money pit scenario offers insights into the fragility of home, family and neighborhood in Pushcart Prize–winner Laken's thoughtful debut. Kate and her husband, Stuart, have been living a student lifestyle—complete with all-night parties and a rundown apartment—since leaving college seven years before. When Kates parents help them buy their own home, they dont know that the handyman special was the site of a murder nearly 20 years earlier. Nor do they expect that the fixer-upper will be the wedge that drives them further apart. When Stuart walks away from their gutted home in the middle of Kates ambitious remodeling, Kate forms new relationships with two men who have ties to the murder and the house. At times, the metaphoric potential in Kate and Stuart's cursed home overshadows the storytelling. For the most part, however, Laken avoids foundering in obvious symbolism, instead offering compelling reflections on broad issues such as neighborhood gentrification and the American dream as well as the personal struggles involved with marriage, family and the creation of a home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-2144239629398218034?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2144239629398218034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=2144239629398218034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2144239629398218034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2144239629398218034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-16-dream-house-by-valerie-laken.html' title='Book 16 -  Dream House by Valerie Laken'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVI3nV1y4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BonjV9UU7Qo/s72-c/dream+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-1941125230160639449</id><published>2010-06-25T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:24:37.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 15 - Knit two by Kate Jacobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVEXs_gtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/7dCx4O9ptPg/s1600/knit+two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVEXs_gtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/7dCx4O9ptPg/s320/knit+two.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486866895026042642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Continuing the warm-and-fuzzy saga begun in her popular The Friday Night Knitting Club, Jacobs stitches together another winning tale of the New York City knitting circle, more a sisterhood than a hobby group (the irascible Darwin Chiu can't even really knit). In this installment-and it does feel like an installment-readers catch up five years after the unexpected, book-capping death of club leader (and knitting shop owner Georgia Walker. Georgia's 18-year-old Dakota is at NYU, discovering her first love, while her father James and Georgia's best friend Catherine are still coming to terms. The rest of the cast runs a wide gamut of ages and experience, but is easier to follow this time around, as Jacobs is more comfortable giving them more space and back story. Pregnant, whip-smart professor Darwin and her husband, Dan, are welcoming twins; video director and single mom Lucie is coping with a hyperactive 5-year-old and a failing parent; Georgia's old mentor, the wise Anita, begins questioning her own motives; and everyone's stories cross paths in satisfying, organic ways. A trip to Italy provides some forward motion, and pays off in a charming denouement that nevertheless pushes a familiar it's-the-journey-not-the-destination message; still, this sequel is as comforting, enveloping and warm as a well-crafted afghan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-1941125230160639449?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1941125230160639449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=1941125230160639449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1941125230160639449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1941125230160639449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-15-knit-two-by-kate-jacobs.html' title='Book 15 - Knit two by Kate Jacobs'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCVEXs_gtxI/AAAAAAAAACM/7dCx4O9ptPg/s72-c/knit+two.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-452258629007060036</id><published>2010-06-22T21:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T19:04:26.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 14 - Mrs. Miracle by Debbie Macomber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCU_ix1IC7I/AAAAAAAAACE/fofDQkdkYow/s1600/mrs+mircle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCU_ix1IC7I/AAAAAAAAACE/fofDQkdkYow/s320/mrs+mircle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861587745082290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical advice from his new housekeeper helps Seth Webster, a widower with six-year-old twins, rebuild his life after the loss of his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the back of the book)&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas approaching and wild twin boys to raise alone, Seth Weber needs a miracle.  His home is in choas, the latest of a long line of exasperated housekeepers quitting in disgust, and he needs help keeping his family together.  And then it arrives on his doorstep.  Her name is Mrs. Merkle, but the kids call her "Mrs. Miracle" - from the moment the warm, knowing, and very patient nanny appears, everything is different.&lt;br /&gt;Her sassy spirit is infectious, and it gives Seth the courage to approah Reba, a beautiful travel agent who's been hurt and betrayed, and is afraid to ever love again.  Through the magic of faith- and a little help from a children's Christmas pagent and a lot of encouragement from Mrs. Miracle -  Seth and Reba might just be able to find a Christmas miracle of their very own: True love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-452258629007060036?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/452258629007060036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=452258629007060036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/452258629007060036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/452258629007060036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-14-mrs-miracle-by-debbie-macomber.html' title='Book 14 - Mrs. Miracle by Debbie Macomber'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCU_ix1IC7I/AAAAAAAAACE/fofDQkdkYow/s72-c/mrs+mircle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-5000303384138123209</id><published>2010-06-22T21:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:44:34.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 13 - Eat, Pray, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCU_TuY-QFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lM9xP1jguGM/s1600/eat+pray+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCU_TuY-QFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lM9xP1jguGM/s320/eat+pray+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486861329123655762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Starred Review. Gilbert (The Last American Man) grafts the structure of romantic fiction upon the inquiries of reporting in this sprawling yet methodical travelogue of soul-searching and self-discovery. Plagued with despair after a nasty divorce, the author, in her early 30s, divides a year equally among three dissimilar countries, exploring her competing urges for earthly delights and divine transcendence. First, pleasure: savoring Italy's buffet of delights--the world's best pizza, free-flowing wine and dashing conversation partners--Gilbert consumes la dolce vita as spiritual succor. "I came to Italy pinched and thin," she writes, but soon fills out in waist and soul. Then, prayer and ascetic rigor: seeking communion with the divine at a sacred ashram in India, Gilbert emulates the ways of yogis in grueling hours of meditation, struggling to still her churning mind. Finally, a balancing act in Bali, where Gilbert tries for equipoise "betwixt and between" realms, studies with a merry medicine man and plunges into a charged love affair. Sustaining a chatty, conspiratorial tone, Gilbert fully engages readers in the year's cultural and emotional tapestry--conveying rapture with infectious brio, recalling anguish with touching candor--as she details her exotic tableau with history, anecdote and impression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-5000303384138123209?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5000303384138123209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=5000303384138123209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/5000303384138123209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/5000303384138123209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-13-eat-pray-love.html' title='Book 13 - Eat, Pray, love'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/TCU_TuY-QFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lM9xP1jguGM/s72-c/eat+pray+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-1649169629098956939</id><published>2009-10-11T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:21:41.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 12 - The rest of her life by Laura Moriarty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/StKShw26hRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g6Jl2a9oRQ8/s1600-h/51Up7QuY0KL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/StKShw26hRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g6Jl2a9oRQ8/s320/51Up7QuY0KL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391532812664472850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Moriarty's follow-up to book-group favorite The Center of Everything again explores a tense, fragile mother-daughter relationship, this time finding sharper edges where personal history and parenting meet. Now a junior high school English teacher married to a college professor, Leigh has spent much of her adult life trying to distance herself from her dysfunctional childhood. Raising their two children in a small, safe Kansas town not far from where Leigh and her troubled sister, Pam, were raised by their single mother, Leigh finds her good fortune still somewhat empty. Daughter Kara, 18 and a high school senior, is distant; sensitive younger son Justin is unpopular; Leigh can't seem to reach either—Kara in particular sees Leigh (rightly) as self-absorbed. When Kara accidentally hits and kills another high school girl with the family's car, Leigh is forced to confront her troubled relationship with her daughter, her resentment toward her husband (who understands Kara better) and her long-buried angst about her own neglectful mother. The intriguing supporting characters are limited by not-very-likable Leigh's POV, but Moriarty effectively conveys Leigh's longing for escape and wariness of reckoning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-1649169629098956939?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1649169629098956939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=1649169629098956939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1649169629098956939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1649169629098956939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-12-rest-of-her-life-by-laura.html' title='Book 12 - The rest of her life by Laura Moriarty'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/StKShw26hRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g6Jl2a9oRQ8/s72-c/51Up7QuY0KL__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-4438764871573673987</id><published>2009-08-18T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:21:46.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 11 - The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Sorw68UvykI/AAAAAAAAABs/3rDh_gyABhs/s1600-h/middle+place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Sorw68UvykI/AAAAAAAAABs/3rDh_gyABhs/s320/middle+place.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371370401008962114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;br /&gt;Newspaper columnist Corrigan was a happily married mother of two young daughters when she discovered a cancerous lump in her breast. She was still undergoing treatment when she learned that her beloved father, who'd already survived prostate cancer, now had bladder cancer. Corrigan's story could have been unbearably depressing had she not made it clear from the start that she came from sturdy stock. Growing up, she loved hearing her father boom out his morning HELLO WORLD dialogue with the universe, so his kids would feel like the world wasn't just a safe place but was even rooting for you. As Corrigan reports on her cancer treatment—the chemo, the surgery, the radiation—she weaves in the story of how it felt growing up in a big, suburban Philadelphia family with her larger-than-life father and her steady-loving mother and brothers. She tells how she met her husband, how she gave birth to her daughters. All these stories lead up to where she is now, in that middle place, being someone's child, but also having children of her own. Those learning to accept their own adulthood might find strength—and humor—in Corrigan's feisty memoir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-4438764871573673987?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4438764871573673987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=4438764871573673987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/4438764871573673987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/4438764871573673987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-11-middle-place-by-kelly-corrigan.html' title='Book 11 - The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Sorw68UvykI/AAAAAAAAABs/3rDh_gyABhs/s72-c/middle+place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-4006746638424050825</id><published>2009-07-22T14:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 10 - The Guest List by Fern Michaels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdoiAdZ1_I/AAAAAAAAABk/awRIP952ifE/s1600-h/guest+list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdoiAdZ1_I/AAAAAAAAABk/awRIP952ifE/s320/guest+list.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368814856034290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest by Michaels (Celebration) is an eventful tale of sisterly love and simmering obsession. When their parents die suddenly under mysterious circumstances, five-year-old Abby Evans and her six-year-old sister, Mallory, are adopted by their dad's friend Donovan Mitchell and his new wife. Troubled Mallory is sent off to an institution and banished from the now-prosperous Mitchell family for more than a decade. Still missing her sister, Abby suffers yet another loss when her boyfriend, Connor, dies suddenly. The sisters are finally reunited in their early 20s, and Abby's life seems complete once again, with a wonderful new man, an opulent house and an instantly successful writing career. Trouble soon arises, however, when Mallory becomes convinced that their parents, along with Connor and several others, were actually murderedAand that Donovan Mitchell is the culprit. Abby bases her newest novel on that idea, and the two young women hunt for the clues they hope will roound out the story and clarify their complex past. The evidence is inconclusive until Abby and Mallory throw a lavish book-completion party, at which a violent encounter leads to the truth. Although the plotting is marred by coincidences, Michaels has crafted a smoothly written, dramatic tale full of incident and emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-4006746638424050825?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4006746638424050825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=4006746638424050825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/4006746638424050825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/4006746638424050825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-10-guest-list-by-fern-michaels.html' title='Book 10 - The Guest List by Fern Michaels'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdoiAdZ1_I/AAAAAAAAABk/awRIP952ifE/s72-c/guest+list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-7032927348046067955</id><published>2009-07-22T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>book 9 - Mercury in Retrograde by Paula Froelich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdn0pT2paI/AAAAAAAAABc/kFLc8sZdtUk/s1600-h/mercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdn0pT2paI/AAAAAAAAABc/kFLc8sZdtUk/s320/mercury.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361368035547850146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three down-on-their-luck Manhattan women form an unlikely fellowship in Page Six deputy editor Froelich's formulaic—though sometimes funny—debut. Anxious socialite Lena Lippencrass, smalltown transplant–cum–intrepid reporter Penelope Mercury and high-powered lawyer Dana Gluck end up in the same former SoHo tenement building at low points in their lives: Lena, cut off by her wealthy parents, is slumming it on Sullivan Street; Penelope is out of a job after accidentally damaging her office's property; and Dana lives on Weight Watchers while obsessing over her divorce. But once they band together, they right themselves while helping each other. After an initial barrage of New York names and places (and an abundance of parenthetical asides), the novel eventually finds a breezy groove as it traipses through TV newsrooms, high-stakes partnership meetings and a fashion gala at the Met, leading to comically fitting results—and new love interests—for each. Froelich takes a few light shots at socialite Web sites, politicians in prostitution scandals, fashion magazines and drug-addled young celebrities, and the book's message of rejecting gossip and hierarchy is sweetly unexpected, even if everything else is by the numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-7032927348046067955?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7032927348046067955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=7032927348046067955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/7032927348046067955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/7032927348046067955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-9-mercury-in-retrograde-by-paula.html' title='book 9 - Mercury in Retrograde by Paula Froelich'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdn0pT2paI/AAAAAAAAABc/kFLc8sZdtUk/s72-c/mercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-2291306183955607015</id><published>2009-07-22T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 8 - My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdnIyxw-vI/AAAAAAAAABU/TS7kFBmdffE/s1600-h/sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdnIyxw-vI/AAAAAAAAABU/TS7kFBmdffE/s320/sister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361367282174982898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difficult choices a family must make when a child is diagnosed with a serious disease are explored with pathos and understanding in this 11th novel by Picoult (Second Glance, etc.). The author, who has taken on such controversial subjects as euthanasia (Mercy), teen suicide (The Pact) and sterilization laws (Second Glance), turns her gaze on genetic planning, the prospect of creating babies for health purposes and the ethical and moral fallout that results. Kate Fitzgerald has a rare form of leukemia. Her sister, Anna, was conceived to provide a donor match for procedures that become increasingly invasive. At 13, Anna hires a lawyer so that she can sue her parents for the right to make her own decisions about how her body is used when a kidney transplant is planned. Meanwhile, Jesse, the neglected oldest child of the family, is out setting fires, which his firefighter father, Brian, inevitably puts out. Picoult uses multiple viewpoints to reveal each character's intentions and observations, but she doesn't manage her transitions as gracefully as usual; a series of flashbacks are abrupt. Nor is Sara, the children's mother, as well developed and three-dimensional as previous Picoult protagonists. Her devotion to Kate is understandable, but her complete lack of sympathy for Anna's predicament until the trial does not ring true, nor can we buy that Sara would dust off her law degree and represent herself in such a complicated case. Nevertheless, Picoult ably explores a complex subject with bravado and clarity, and comes up with a heart-wrenching, unexpected plot twist at the book's conclusion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-2291306183955607015?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/2291306183955607015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=2291306183955607015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2291306183955607015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/2291306183955607015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-8-my-sisters-keeper-by-jodi.html' title='Book 8 - My Sister&apos;s Keeper by Jodi Picoult'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdnIyxw-vI/AAAAAAAAABU/TS7kFBmdffE/s72-c/sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-9152465245605782421</id><published>2009-07-22T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 7 - The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdmiq9nXHI/AAAAAAAAABM/XGT6cbykxqU/s1600-h/glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdmiq9nXHI/AAAAAAAAABM/XGT6cbykxqU/s320/glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366627242171506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazon.com Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeannette Walls's father always called her "Mountain Goat" and there's perhaps no more apt nickname for a girl who navigated a sheer and towering cliff of childhood both daily and stoically. In The Glass Castle, Walls chronicles her upbringing at the hands of eccentric, nomadic parents--Rose Mary, her frustrated-artist mother, and Rex, her brilliant, alcoholic father. To call the elder Walls's childrearing style laissez faire would be putting it mildly. As Rose Mary and Rex, motivated by whims and paranoia, uprooted their kids time and again, the youngsters (Walls, her brother and two sisters) were left largely to their own devices. But while Rex and Rose Mary firmly believed children learned best from their own mistakes, they themselves never seemed to do so, repeating the same disastrous patterns that eventually landed them on the streets. Walls describes in fascinating detail what it was to be a child in this family, from the embarrassing (wearing shoes held together with safety pins; using markers to color her skin in an effort to camouflage holes in her pants) to the horrific (being told, after a creepy uncle pleasured himself in close proximity, that sexual assault is a crime of perception; and being pimped by her father at a bar). Though Walls has well earned the right to complain, at no point does she play the victim. In fact, Walls' removed, nonjudgmental stance is initially startling, since many of the circumstances she describes could be categorized as abusive (and unquestioningly neglectful). But on the contrary, Walls respects her parents' knack for making hardships feel like adventures, and her love for them--despite their overwhelming self-absorption--resonates from cover to cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-9152465245605782421?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/9152465245605782421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=9152465245605782421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/9152465245605782421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/9152465245605782421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-7-glass-castle-by-jeannette-walls.html' title='Book 7 - The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdmiq9nXHI/AAAAAAAAABM/XGT6cbykxqU/s72-c/glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-147621848796801358</id><published>2009-07-22T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 6- Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdl6St23yI/AAAAAAAAABE/9I1c9peQDcs/s1600-h/19+min.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdl6St23yI/AAAAAAAAABE/9I1c9peQDcs/s320/19+min.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365933538860834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazon.com Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best known for tackling controversial issues through richly told fictional accounts, Jodi Picoult's 14th novel, Nineteen Minutes, deals with the truth and consequences of a smalltown high-school shooting. Set in Sterling, New Hampshire, Picoult offers reads a glimpse of what would cause a 17-year-old to wake up one day, load his backpack with four guns, and kill nine students and one teacher in the span of nineteen minutes. As with any Picoult novel, the answers are never black and white, and it is her exceptional ability to blur the lines between right and wrong that make this author such a captivating storyteller. &lt;br /&gt;On Peter Houghton's first day of kindergarten, he watched helplessly as an older boy ripped his lunch box out of his hands and threw it out the window. From that day on, his life was a series of humiliations, from having his pants pulled down in the cafeteria, to being called a freak at every turn. But can endless bullying justify murder? As Picoult attempts to answer this question, she shows us all sides of the equation, from the ruthless jock who loses his ability to speak after being shot in the head, to the mother who both blames and pities herself for producing what most would call a monster. Surrounding Peter's story is that of Josie Cormier, a former friend whose acceptance into the popular crowd hangs on a string that makes it impossible for her to reconcile her beliefs with her actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, Nineteen Minutes can seem tediously stereotypical-- jocks versus nerds, parent versus child, teacher versus student. Part of Picoult's gift is showing us the subtleties of these common dynamics, and the startling effects they often have on the moral landscape. As Peter's mother says at the end of this spellbinding novel, "Everyone would remember Peter for nineteen minutes of his life, but what about the other nine million?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-147621848796801358?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/147621848796801358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=147621848796801358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/147621848796801358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/147621848796801358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-6-nineteen-minutes-by-jodi-picoult.html' title='Book 6- Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdl6St23yI/AAAAAAAAABE/9I1c9peQDcs/s72-c/19+min.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-5016784417084839832</id><published>2009-07-22T14:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 5 - The Treasure Box by Penelope J. Stokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdlQIS_7sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IJWPgwXy46o/s1600-h/treasure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361365209187348162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdlQIS_7sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IJWPgwXy46o/s320/treasure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazon.com Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enchanted blue tin chest sets in motion a course of events that threatens to change the life of a bitter travel writer in Penelope Stokes's entertaining novel The Treasure Box. Vita Kirk won't let anyone get close to her: "Where most people had what psychologists call boundaries, Vita had always had fortresses." Even the charming Hap Reardon, owner of the Pastimes Antique Shoppe, can't penetrate Vita's tough veneer. But when Vita purchases and brings home a painted treasure box with the inscription "Love Is the Key That Unlocks Every Portal," strange things start to happen. Suddenly, her computer takes on a life of its own by showing Vita events from the past involving the blue antique. By the time the story of the treasure box disappears from Vita's computer, her life is turned upside down. Stokes, who delights in using special objects as a device to wind her plots around (a blue bottle in The Blue Bottle Club, a piece of jewelry in The Amethyst Heart), will continue to please her fans with this beautifully packaged tale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-5016784417084839832?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/5016784417084839832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=5016784417084839832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/5016784417084839832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/5016784417084839832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-5-treasure-box-by-penelope-j.html' title='Book 5 - The Treasure Box by Penelope J. Stokes'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdlQIS_7sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IJWPgwXy46o/s72-c/treasure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-1023920822857126739</id><published>2009-07-22T14:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 4 -  The Shack by Wm Paul Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdkn5VCoAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1_4dd4BiQAM/s1600-h/shack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361364517974614018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdkn5VCoAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1_4dd4BiQAM/s320/shack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazon.com Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie Allen Philips' youngest daughter, Missy, has been abducted during a family vacation and evidence that she may have been brutally murdered is found in an abandoned shack deep in the Oregon wilderness. Four years later in the midst of his Great Sadness, Mack receives a suspicious note, apparently from God, inviting him back to that shack for a weekend. Against his better judgment he arrives at the shack on a wintry afternoon and walks back into his darkest nightmare. What he finds there will change Mack's world forever. In a world where religion seems to grow increasingly irrelevant "The Shack" wrestles with the timeless question, "Where is God in a world so filled with unspeakable pain?" The answers Mack gets will astound you and perhaps transform you as much as it did him. You'll want everyone you know to read this book! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-1023920822857126739?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1023920822857126739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=1023920822857126739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1023920822857126739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1023920822857126739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-4-shack-by-wm-paul-young.html' title='Book 4 -  The Shack by Wm Paul Young'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/Smdkn5VCoAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/1_4dd4BiQAM/s72-c/shack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-7705243514158177714</id><published>2009-07-22T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:29:50.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 3 - The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdjmWjzK7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j_-Nevd31So/s1600-h/bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdjmWjzK7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j_-Nevd31So/s320/bees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361363391949777842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey-sweet but never cloying, this debut by nonfiction author Kidd (The Dance of the Dissident Daughter) features a hive's worth of appealing female characters, an offbeat plot and a lovely style. It's 1964, the year of the Civil Rights Act, in Sylvan, S.C. Fourteen-year-old Lily is on the lam with motherly servant Rosaleen, fleeing both Lily's abusive father T. Ray and the police who battered Rosaleen for defending her new right to vote. Lily is also fleeing memories, particularly her jumbled recollection of how, as a frightened four-year-old, she accidentally shot and killed her mother during a fight with T. Ray. Among her mother's possessions, Lily finds a picture of a black Virgin Mary with "Tiburon, S.C." on the back so, blindly, she and Rosaleen head there. It turns out that the town is headquarters of Black Madonna Honey, produced by three middle-aged black sisters, August, June and May Boatwright. The "Calendar sisters" take in the fugitives, putting Lily to work in the honey house, where for the first time in years she's happy. But August, clearly the queen bee of the Boatwrights, keeps asking Lily searching questions. Faced with so ideally maternal a figure as August, most girls would babble uncontrollably. But Lily is a budding writer, desperate to connect yet fiercely protective of her secret interior life. Kidd's success at capturing the moody adolescent girl's voice makes her ambivalence comprehensible and charming. And it's deeply satisfying when August teaches Lily to "find the mother in (herself)" a soothing lesson that should charm female readers of all ages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-7705243514158177714?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/7705243514158177714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=7705243514158177714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/7705243514158177714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/7705243514158177714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-3-secret-life-of-bees-by-sue-monk.html' title='Book 3 - The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdjmWjzK7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j_-Nevd31So/s72-c/bees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-4692901936482003136</id><published>2009-07-22T13:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:05:49.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 2 - Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdijXCF6kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kTixhP2rnj0/s1600-h/knitting+club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdijXCF6kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kTixhP2rnj0/s320/knitting+club.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361362241025600066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between running her Manhattan yarn shop, Walker &amp; Daughter, and raising her 12-year-old biracial daughter, Dakota, Georgia Walker has plenty on her plate in Jacobs's debut novel. But when Dakota's father reappears and a former friend contacts Georgia, Georgia's orderly existence begins to unravel. Her support system is her staff and the knitting club that meets at her store every Friday night, though each person has dramas of her own brewing. Jacobs surveys the knitters' histories, and the novel's pace crawls as the novel lurches between past and present, the latter largely occupied by munching on baked goods, sipping coffee and watching the knitters size each other up. Club members' troubles don't intersect so much as build on common themes of domestic woes and betrayal. It takes a while, but when Jacobs, who worked at Redbook and Working Woman, hits her storytelling stride, poignant twists propel the plot and help the pacing find a pleasant rhythm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-4692901936482003136?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/4692901936482003136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=4692901936482003136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/4692901936482003136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/4692901936482003136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-2-friday-night-knitting-club-by.html' title='Book 2 - Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdijXCF6kI/AAAAAAAAAAk/kTixhP2rnj0/s72-c/knitting+club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3930221596734154758.post-1333456873785257154</id><published>2009-07-22T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T14:05:30.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Book 1 - Little Heathens by Mildred Armstrong Kalish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdgXikllDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e_H-xGX9rYY/s1600-h/littleheathens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdgXikllDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e_H-xGX9rYY/s320/littleheathens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361359838941385778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Publishers Weekly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalish's memoir of her Iowa childhood, set against the backdrop of the Depression, captures a vanished way of traditional living and a specific moment in American history in a story both illuminating and memorable. Kalish lived with her siblings, mother and grandparents-seven in all-both in a town home and, in warmer weather, out on a farm. The lifestyle was frugal in the extreme: "The only things my grandparents spent money on were tea, coffee, sugar, salt, white flour, cloth and kerosene." But in spite of the austere conditions, Kalish's memories are mostly happy ones: keeping the farm and home going, caring for animals, cooking elaborate multi-course meals and washing the large family's laundry once a week, by hand. Here, too, are stories of gossiping in the kitchen, digging a hole to China with the "Big Kids" and making head cheese at butchering time. Kalish skillfully rises above bitterness and sentiment, giving her memoir a clear-eyed narrative voice that puts to fine use a lifetime of careful observation: "Observing the abundance of life around us was just so naturally a part of our days on the farm that it became a habit." Simple, detailed and honest, this is a refreshing and informative read for anyone interested in the struggles of average Americans in the thick of the Great Depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3930221596734154758-1333456873785257154?l=dani-sayanything.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/feeds/1333456873785257154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3930221596734154758&amp;postID=1333456873785257154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1333456873785257154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3930221596734154758/posts/default/1333456873785257154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dani-sayanything.blogspot.com/2009/07/book-1-little-heathens-by-mildred.html' title='Book 1 - Little Heathens by Mildred Armstrong Kalish'/><author><name>Dani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14291680218847264582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Op4Y532fxQ/SmdgXikllDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/e_H-xGX9rYY/s72-c/littleheathens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
