Monday, March 22, 2010

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Pride and Prejuidice and Zombies


Do you approve of the story being added with Zombies?  Would you find yourself reading this book?  

I got the book not that long ago while I know many struggle through Pride and Prejudice, they aren't fond of Jane Austen's writing style I wonder if people will tolerate a book that throws zombies into the mix? 
I myself have found that this book isn't too bad when Zombies are thrown in.  I definitely give the writers of this an applause as it must be hard to go through Ms. Austen's book to add things without stripping away the classic story.
So share your thoughts on the subject.  I am very curious if others are interested in this type of book or not.
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman


So you spoke and I opened the book and am glad I did I like how you learn more about the Childhood of the Owens sisters as opposed to the movie where it seemed to skim over it.  I am definitely seeing that I will love this book.  I have always been a fan of Alice Hoffman her books just read so well like a good friend when your together.

Friday, March 12, 2010

New Moon Winner


Well with the night winding down I am ending the New Moon giveaway.  We want to take this time to thank everyone who joined and entered the contest and to remind people to check out Wicked Giveaway and Spring Giveaway 2 as well.  We will have more contests and giveaways.  And without further adieu, our winner is E. J. Stevens I will be contacting you so I can send you this great book

Review The Sun and The Moon by: Brian D. McClure


 Title: The Sun and The Moon
Author: Brian D. McClure
Publisher: Universal Flag Publishing
Pages: 36
Format: Hardcover
Source: The Cadence Group

Description:

Though the uplifting rhymes and profound messages of acceptance, respect and understanding, author Brian D. McClure educates and entertains children, parents and grandparents in the story of The Sun and the Moon whom one day walk out on their responsibilities as they argue like humans. This action causes unseen harm to the Earth and all inhabitants. Eventually the Sun and the Moon remember some deep hidden truths that allow them to once again share their gifts. This entertaining story reveals the unseen effects of fear and anger on others. It encourages children and adults to take a closer look at their behavior in each new day. The Sun and the Moon like the other seven books in The Brian D. McClure Children's book series offer universal life lessons that empower, teach and educate the whole family.

My Thoughts:

This was a cute book about how anger and harsh words can impact everyone even the sun and the moon. It also showed that when people fight they have a global affect. Things are impacted whenever two people fight and that is never more true then when the sun and moon fight and the sun quits. With this happening the earth gets impacted as do the people on Earth which creates an ice age. The pictures in this book are beautiful and breathtaking. I would definitely recommend this story for grade school aged children as there are hard words, Parents of preschoolers could read this to them but I found with my four year old daughter that it would have to be done in parts as she looses patience and wants to do other things. But it is a great story. Worth the purchase.
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Monday, March 1, 2010

Thaw by Fiona Robyn


Ruth's diary is the new novel by Fiona Robyn, called Thaw. She has decided to blog the novel in its entirety over the next few months, so you can read it for free.
Ruth's first entry is below, and you can continue reading tomorrow here.
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These hands are ninety-three years old. They belong to Charlotte Marie Bradley Miller. She was so frail that her grand-daughter had to carry her onto the set to take this photo. It’s a close-up. Her emaciated arms emerge from the top corners of the photo and the background is black, maybe velvet, as if we’re being protected from seeing the strings. One wrist rests on the other, and her fingers hang loose, close together, a pair of folded wings. And you can see her insides.
The bones of her knuckles bulge out of the skin, which sags like plastic that has melted in the sun and is dripping off her, wrinkling and folding. Her veins look as though they’re stuck to the outside of her hands. They’re a colour that’s difficult to describe: blue, but also silver, green; her blood runs through them, close to the surface. The book says she died shortly after they took this picture. Did she even get to see it? Maybe it was the last beautiful thing she left in the world.
I’m trying to decide whether or not I want to carry on living. I’m giving myself three months of this journal to decide. You might think that sounds melodramatic, but I don’t think I’m alone in wondering whether it’s all worth it. I’ve seen the look in people’s eyes. Stiff suits travelling to work, morning after morning, on the cramped and humid tube. Tarted-up girls and gangs of boys reeking of aftershave, reeling on the pavements on a Friday night, trying to mop up the dreariness of their week with one desperate, fake-happy night. I’ve heard the weary grief in my dad’s voice.
So where do I start with all this? What do you want to know about me? I’m Ruth White, thirty-two years old, going on a hundred. I live alone with no boyfriend and no cat in a tiny flat in central London. In fact, I had a non-relationship with a man at work, Dan, for seven years. I’m sitting in my bedroom-cum-living room right now, looking up every so often at the thin rain slanting across a flat grey sky. I work in a city hospital lab as a microbiologist. My dad is an accountant and lives with his sensible second wife Julie, in a sensible second home. Mother finished dying when I was fourteen, three years after her first diagnosis. What else? What else is there?
Charlotte Marie Bradley Miller. I looked at her hands for twelve minutes. It was odd describing what I was seeing in words. Usually the picture just sits inside my head and I swish it around like tasting wine. I have huge books all over my flat; books you have to take in both hands to lift. I’ve had the photo habit for years. Mother bought me my first book, black and white landscapes by Ansel Adams. When she got really ill, I used to take it to bed with me and look at it for hours, concentrating on the huge trees, the still water, the never-ending skies. I suppose it helped me think about something other than what was happening. I learned to focus on one photo at a time rather than flicking from scene to scene in search of something to hold me. If I concentrate, then everything stands still. Although I use them to escape the world, I also think they bring me closer to it. I’ve still got that book. When I take it out, I handle the pages as though they might flake into dust.
Mother used to write a journal. When I was small, I sat by her bed in the early mornings on a hard chair and looked at her face as her pen spat out sentences in short bursts. I imagined what she might have been writing about; princesses dressed in star-patterned silk, talking horses, adventures with pirates. More likely she was writing about what she was going to cook for dinner and how irritating Dad’s snoring was.
I’ve always wanted to write my own journal, and this is my chance. Maybe my last chance. The idea is that every night for three months, I’ll take one of these heavy sheets of pure white paper, rough under my fingertips, and fill it up on both sides. If my suicide note is nearly a hundred pages long, then no-one can accuse me of not thinking it through. No-one can say; ‘It makes no sense; she was a polite, cheerful girl, had everything to live for’, before adding that I did keep myself to myself. It’ll all be here. I’m using a silver fountain pen with purple ink. A bit flamboyant for me, I know. I need these idiosyncratic rituals; they hold things in place. Like the way I make tea, squeezing the tea-bag three times, the exact amount of milk, seven stirs. My writing is small and neat; I’m striping the paper. I’m near the bottom of the page now. Only ninety-one more days to go before I’m allowed to make my decision. That’s it for today. It’s begun.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Angelina Jolie to play Kay Scarpetta



The actress' interest in the popular series by Patricia Cornwell got the ball rolling after many years of starts and stops.




For almost two decades, Hollywood has attempted to bring Scarpetta to the big screen. Various studios have spent more than $10 million in development, and talent as disparate as actresses Demi Moore and Kristin Scott Thomas and directors Joel Schumacher and Antonia Bird have attempted to tackle books in the series. "I think she's a bit of the runaway bride," Cornwell says of her literary alter ego's relationship with Hollywood. "She flirts, but won't get married."


Thursday, January 28, 2010

J.D. Salinger Dead At Age 91




Jerome David Salinger died at age 91. The famous author of the Catcher in The Rye died today in his home in Cornish NH. He was best known for his one book The Catcher in The Rye which has spent many years on the banned book list. Salinger died of natural causes. Salinger was known almost as much for his hermitic lifesty
le as his only full-length novel and its emblematic protagonist, Holden Caulfield. In 1953, he withdrew to a farm in rural Cornish, New Hampshire, and limited his contact with the literary world. He hadn’t published a story since 1965.

He is survived, by his children, and his third wife. And many stories he wrote but hadn't published yet.



Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Review Dead Until Dark by: Charlaine Harris


Title: Dead Until Dark
Author: Charlaine Harris
Publisher: Ace
Pages: 292
Series: Sookie Stackhouse #1
Format: Paperback
Source: Purchase

Description:

For years, Charlaine Harris has delighted fans with her mystery series featuring small-town waitress-turned-paranormal sleuth Sookie Stackhouse. Now, we are pleased to offer her first novel in the series in a special hardcover edition.

And with HBO launching an all-new show, True Blood, based on the Southern Vampire novels, the demand for Charlaine Harris and Sookie Stackhouse will be bigger than ever.

My Review:

This was a really good read you meet Sookie Stackhouse who is a barmaid at a local bar and you meet all the people she is friends with and related to. Meanwhile someone is murdering young women and many are being accused of the crime everyone from the attractive Jason Stackhouse, to The Vampire Bill Crompton who's got an attraction to Sookie. With many possibilities the murderer is a big whodonit. I really thought this was well written and well told.
This series also set up the television show on HBO called True Blood for anyone interested in the tv series.


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Monday, January 25, 2010

It's Monday What are you reading?


In lieu of the recent death of Robert B. Parker I am breaking away from some of the normal books I pick and am planning to read the following:

Pale Kings and Princes
Hundred-Dollar Baby
The Professional

So those should keep me pretty busy for the week
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Saturday, January 23, 2010

Robert B. Parker Dies


Robert B. Parker
September 17, 1932 – January 18, 2010

Robert B Parker, the American crime novelist, who has died aged 77, helped revive and modernise the hard-boiled private eye genre through his Spenser series of novels.

Of Parker's 60 novels, 37 featured Spenser, a former Boston detective fired for insubordination who was dubbed by Parker's admirers as "the thinking man's private eye".
The character's first name was a permanent mystery, with his last name emphatically spelled with an "s" in the middle, rather than a "c", after Edmund Spenser, author of The Faerie Queenein the 16th century.


Robert Parker Link

We at Community Book Stop send our regards out to his family. He was a great and loved author.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Review The Time Traveler's Wife by: Audrey Nuffeneguer


Title: The Time Traveler's Wife
Author: Audrey Niffeneguer
Publisher: Hartcourt
Pages: 536
Format: Paperback
Source: Purchase

Description:

When Henry meets Clare, he is twenty-eight and she is twenty. Henry has never met Clare before; Clare has known Henry since she was six. Impossible but true, because Henry finds himself periodically displaced in time, pulled to moments of emotional gravity from his life, past and future. Henry and Clare's attempts to live normal lives are threatened by a force they can neither prevent nor control, making their passionate love story intensely moving and entirely unforgettable. The Time Traveler's Wife is a story of fate, hope and belief, and more than that, it's about the power of love to endure beyond the bounds of time.

My Review:
I read this book and just finished it and wow talk about many ups and downs. It is told from two points of view Clare's and Henry's. There are sad parts to it, and parts that make you laugh. As Henry has loved Clare since she was 6 years old. And she has loved him for just as long. It was a great read, and something you can put down and go back to. It was great. And for anyone thinking of checking out the movie I definitely have to recommend reading the book first. As there seems to be many differences that I found just by watching the movie trailer.

I wouldn't change one second of our life together...Clare Abshire



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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Monday, January 11, 2010

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Thaw by Fiona Robyn

Fiona Robyn is going to blog her next novel, Thaw, starting on the 1st of March.

The novel follows 32 year old Ruth's diary over three months as she decides whether

or not to carry on living.



To help spread the word she's organising a Blogsplash, where blogs will publish the

first page of Ruth's diary simultaneously (and a link to the blog).



She's aiming to get 1000 blogs involved and€“ if you'€™d be interested in joining in,

email her at fiona@fionarobyn.com or find out more information at

http://www.fionarobyn.com/thawblogsplash.htm.


Don't forget if you contact her to mention me
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Monday, January 4, 2010

Friday, January 1, 2010