I told you I love Robert Parker and I finished this one last night. This is one of his Spenser stories--he's my favorite of the Parker's three protagonists: Spenser, Jesse Stone, and Sunny Randall.
This book was only moderately OK. Definitely not one of his better stories. If you love Parker you have to read it so you can say you've read them all, but if you've never read Parker, don't start with this one.
I just got three new ARC (advance reading copies) from a publisher yesterday. Hopefully I can review one of them by Monday! Happy reading this weekend.
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Monday, April 21, 2008
Books--Glorious Books!
So, I’m going to blog about what I love (besides my family). I love books. I love to read. I love to talk about books. I love it when you strike up a conversation with a stranger and the talk turns to books. What have you read lately? What's your absolute favorite? Sometimes I’ll be sitting on a plane and crying over a book and you’ll know another true book lover by the knowing look in their eye or the nod of understanding.
Some of my favorite childhood memories have to do with books. In the summer I would bike ride several miles to the library. Not many people my age, including my own brothers and sisters, wanted to be at the library in the summer. In the dim and cool bowels of the library I could feel the books. They would quiver as I walked up and down the aisles running my fingers along the spines and I could hear them calling "read me, read me." There is something about a library that has such a comforting feel and smell. I feel nostalgic now when I visit our little local library and I’m thrilled that my daughter takes her young son to the library.
So, jump in. Offer your comments, tell me what you love and don’t love. And especially tell me if you disagree with my reviews.
Some of my favorite childhood memories have to do with books. In the summer I would bike ride several miles to the library. Not many people my age, including my own brothers and sisters, wanted to be at the library in the summer. In the dim and cool bowels of the library I could feel the books. They would quiver as I walked up and down the aisles running my fingers along the spines and I could hear them calling "read me, read me." There is something about a library that has such a comforting feel and smell. I feel nostalgic now when I visit our little local library and I’m thrilled that my daughter takes her young son to the library.
So, jump in. Offer your comments, tell me what you love and don’t love. And especially tell me if you disagree with my reviews.
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