<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6003481309943985808</id><updated>2026-10-30T05:07:57.019-07:00</updated><category term="4 stars"/><category term="3 stars"/><category term="5 stars"/><category term="movie"/><category term="WWII"/><category term="2 stars"/><category term="translation"/><category term="nonfiction"/><category term="1001 books list"/><category term="memoir"/><category term="Pulitzer"/><category term="National Book Award"/><category term="sequel"/><category term="Booker Prize"/><category term="South"/><category term="Oprah"/><category term="humor"/><category term="9/11"/><category term="Civil War"/><category term="TV Series"/><category term="1 star"/><category term="Author Comments"/><title type='text'>Patti&#39;s Pages</title><subtitle type='html'>Taking Looks at Books</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-6913836147894024498</id><published>2026-10-28T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-28T03:00:00.115-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>SCAFFOLDING by Lauren Elkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QHMMkmXFmJKn6KHwpiXuzB5x8TykpCyS6P3xyGUf_eRW2poUOWvTg8gqoz3Sjq2iMX8tss0OjgH7hPtG9kCks0pQq_YnCvs_4sJ6Mg7PHeStgkBYVed6tP9s8jTmbSYD6zGNRxORM0wJcR_3Mxcx_K6SQLy9z734IJWpmhYWChHwKGKrWMKYF3W3kI4/s160/Scaffolding.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QHMMkmXFmJKn6KHwpiXuzB5x8TykpCyS6P3xyGUf_eRW2poUOWvTg8gqoz3Sjq2iMX8tss0OjgH7hPtG9kCks0pQq_YnCvs_4sJ6Mg7PHeStgkBYVed6tP9s8jTmbSYD6zGNRxORM0wJcR_3Mxcx_K6SQLy9z734IJWpmhYWChHwKGKrWMKYF3W3kI4/s1600/Scaffolding.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anna, a psychoanalyst in her late thirties in Paris, is in a
holding pattern after a miscarriage, while her husband, David, is working in
London.&amp;nbsp; She meets a neighbor in her
twenties, Clementine, who is involved with a group that is pasting feminist
slogans all over the city, and the book basically treads water for 140
pages.&amp;nbsp; Then a not-so-surprising
revelation stops Anna in her tracks, and we switch to a different couple, Henry
and Florence, who apparently occupied Anna’s apartment in the late 1960s.&amp;nbsp; The novel then devolves into a bunch of
extra-marital affairs, inscrutable psychoanalytical theory, and lots of
untranslated French, although the author does translate the feminist slogans at
the end of the book.&amp;nbsp; The middle section
just fizzles and is basically unfinished, I think, although I could have missed
something.&amp;nbsp; After one particularly
maddening conversation between Anna and Clementine, Anna makes this observation
on page 371:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“There was still so much to talk about.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was left frustrated, as if there were soap
left on my skin and the hot water had gone.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I love this analogy, but, really, a great book requires a
whole lot more than great writing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/6913836147894024498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/6913836147894024498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6913836147894024498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6913836147894024498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/scaffolding-by-lauren-elkin.html' title='SCAFFOLDING by Lauren Elkin'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4QHMMkmXFmJKn6KHwpiXuzB5x8TykpCyS6P3xyGUf_eRW2poUOWvTg8gqoz3Sjq2iMX8tss0OjgH7hPtG9kCks0pQq_YnCvs_4sJ6Mg7PHeStgkBYVed6tP9s8jTmbSYD6zGNRxORM0wJcR_3Mxcx_K6SQLy9z734IJWpmhYWChHwKGKrWMKYF3W3kI4/s72-c/Scaffolding.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-5982226688877765351</id><published>2026-10-26T14:59:30.299-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-26T14:59:30.300-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2 stars"/><title type='text'>YOU DREAMED OF EMPIRES by Alvaro Enrigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9G2fPggs0QZ1tIaEPJFsuRsOipEzyLtILyqPN-FlLVwlk_HaotoHqRBWERw8yTRJNyqcDHUslzjxK7XoEH8tI7n-WPDo5iRuU2VMUxQ1_tAECbT7fguKpZ6j4l-wlCbAElZvTA1Mv-vyuzauBwevju6Oc0xFZ9BoDbHkR2onTXbDY85HkLqf4DoGIYr8/s160/YouDreamedOfEmpires.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;100&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9G2fPggs0QZ1tIaEPJFsuRsOipEzyLtILyqPN-FlLVwlk_HaotoHqRBWERw8yTRJNyqcDHUslzjxK7XoEH8tI7n-WPDo5iRuU2VMUxQ1_tAECbT7fguKpZ6j4l-wlCbAElZvTA1Mv-vyuzauBwevju6Oc0xFZ9BoDbHkR2onTXbDY85HkLqf4DoGIYr8/s1600/YouDreamedOfEmpires.jpg&quot; width=&quot;100&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think this is supposed to be reimagined history with a
heavy dose of humor, but it did not work for me.&amp;nbsp; It is basically about the meeting of Cortez
and Montezuma, but it is very hard to follow, partly because the setting can
change in a heartbeat.&amp;nbsp; One minute we are
reading about the Spaniards in a temple, and the next paragraph is about
Montezuma’s sister/wife in the palace.&amp;nbsp;
Then we switch back to the Spaniards or to the translator who goes AWOL.&amp;nbsp; Much confusion stems from the unfamiliar
Aztec names, amplified by the fact that the author sometimes refers to
characters by their names and sometimes by their titles.&amp;nbsp; Cortez has two titles—one Aztec and one
Spanish—and is also known, in our English translation, as the captain general.&amp;nbsp; Some of the names of lesser characters are
translated into two lines of English.&amp;nbsp;
There is some almost funny stuff here, such as when the Spaniards get
lost in Montezuma’s labyrinthine castle and try to follow the kitchen smells to
avoid going in circles.&amp;nbsp; One of the
Spaniards almost gags on his lunch, due to the odors exuded by the Aztecs, but
I can’t imagine that the Spaniards smelled much better, especially since their
most important personal hygiene task was cutting their toenails.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here’s a priceless line from page
128:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“In Mexico, authority has always flowed from the smack of a
flip-flop.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I’m not even sure what that sentence means, but
I do know it’s not the only intentional anachronism.&amp;nbsp; Montezuma, portrayed here as being obsessed
with hallucinogens and the Spaniards’ horses, sways to the beat of a T.Rex
song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/5982226688877765351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/5982226688877765351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/5982226688877765351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/5982226688877765351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/you-dreamed-of-empires-by-alvaro-enrigue.html' title='YOU DREAMED OF EMPIRES by Alvaro Enrigue'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9G2fPggs0QZ1tIaEPJFsuRsOipEzyLtILyqPN-FlLVwlk_HaotoHqRBWERw8yTRJNyqcDHUslzjxK7XoEH8tI7n-WPDo5iRuU2VMUxQ1_tAECbT7fguKpZ6j4l-wlCbAElZvTA1Mv-vyuzauBwevju6Oc0xFZ9BoDbHkR2onTXbDY85HkLqf4DoGIYr8/s72-c/YouDreamedOfEmpires.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-3785076620688573686</id><published>2026-10-25T14:48:19.619-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-25T14:48:19.619-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1 star"/><title type='text'>REJECTION by Tony Tulathimutte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoFssWnJYs_xnkSfogEKl5k_1Ugntool5babLSx4poQdVaLdfG1HGkpxWB4zRLksFnW6cwDfepBj9yEy-cmW7DCpuOdUEPf3KoMwFtoJJmzgV7IJu_ZzYvkBP085IrnjH-JW6Ap6bz3-33TWEiXbp1a3fXb9qrV22VYwQJrcwMmQ0rmrk6-LIKcUxsNU/s160/Rejection.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;106&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoFssWnJYs_xnkSfogEKl5k_1Ugntool5babLSx4poQdVaLdfG1HGkpxWB4zRLksFnW6cwDfepBj9yEy-cmW7DCpuOdUEPf3KoMwFtoJJmzgV7IJu_ZzYvkBP085IrnjH-JW6Ap6bz3-33TWEiXbp1a3fXb9qrV22VYwQJrcwMmQ0rmrk6-LIKcUxsNU/s1600/Rejection.jpg&quot; width=&quot;106&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This may not be my least favorite book ever, but it’s
close.&amp;nbsp; These linked stories are about
angry people who, despite their efforts, are experiencing rejection in a major
way.&amp;nbsp; To be clear, this is not a
novel.&amp;nbsp; Some stories are sad, some are
surprising, and some are just absurd, with characters that are more like
caricatures then real people. &amp;nbsp;One
character has a fantasy so outrageous that I can almost imagine it as a
pornographic cartoon. I concede that some characters have very unfortunate
physical characteristics, causing their mental health to suffer and leading
them to wallow in self-pity.&amp;nbsp; Social
media plays a large role here, and the lingo, acronyms and texting shorthand
kept me from understanding everything that happens, and I didn’t bother to investigate
further.&amp;nbsp; Identity is a major theme, and
in one story the protagonist refuses all labels as far as ethnicity, gender,
whatever, refusing to be pigeonholed and ultimately being resigned to a life
online. If this book is supposed to be funny, I missed the point.&amp;nbsp; If I am supposed to empathize with these
offbeat characters, I have to admit that I could not warm up to them or even
feel sorry for them as social outcasts, and I could not wait to be done with
this book.&amp;nbsp; I have obviously aged out of
this type of literature.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/3785076620688573686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/3785076620688573686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/3785076620688573686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/3785076620688573686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/rejection-by-tony-tulathimutte.html' title='REJECTION by Tony Tulathimutte'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWoFssWnJYs_xnkSfogEKl5k_1Ugntool5babLSx4poQdVaLdfG1HGkpxWB4zRLksFnW6cwDfepBj9yEy-cmW7DCpuOdUEPf3KoMwFtoJJmzgV7IJu_ZzYvkBP085IrnjH-JW6Ap6bz3-33TWEiXbp1a3fXb9qrV22VYwQJrcwMmQ0rmrk6-LIKcUxsNU/s72-c/Rejection.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-857870222978685281</id><published>2026-10-21T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-21T15:06:20.428-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>HEADSHOT by Rita Bullwinkel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbkg8dXLhl1_YxmA_M3fpw82c3UE7eKsZPT9AlXOPSBRa2jrEuhcuKCo_N-65Arb9a7A6NKeFj713H2oFGdQ3wdZIYIqvdfXEiFKwwWyixULVkBPnLRLE679yfxdVXGWv4pchLBjYpbji8yzQY0MXyoFHXhZdDzSgdHrBR9uJynUa3-uiWEzDvdIZIU4/s160/Headshot.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;105&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbkg8dXLhl1_YxmA_M3fpw82c3UE7eKsZPT9AlXOPSBRa2jrEuhcuKCo_N-65Arb9a7A6NKeFj713H2oFGdQ3wdZIYIqvdfXEiFKwwWyixULVkBPnLRLE679yfxdVXGWv4pchLBjYpbji8yzQY0MXyoFHXhZdDzSgdHrBR9uJynUa3-uiWEzDvdIZIU4/s1600/Headshot.jpg&quot; width=&quot;105&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The title could refer to a professional photograph, but
that’s not the case.&amp;nbsp; Here we are talking
about boxing but not just blows that result in a black eye or bloody nose.&amp;nbsp; Here the author is getting into the minds of
eight teenage girls who are competing in a national boxing tournament at a
rundown gym in Reno.&amp;nbsp; One girl was on
duty as a lifeguard when a young boy drowned, and her negligence still haunts
her.&amp;nbsp; Another girl recites the value of
pi to umpteen decimal places under her breath while she is boxing.&amp;nbsp; One wears weird hats, such as a raggedy
coonskin cap, as a scare tactic.&amp;nbsp; Another
is a 15-year-old whose quarterfinal bout is against her 17-year-old cousin.&amp;nbsp; The lives of these girls are almost as
compelling as the fights themselves.&amp;nbsp; The
book dissects each bout from quarterfinals to final but primarily from inside
both fighters’ heads.&amp;nbsp; As another
reviewer noted, this novel does not depend on dialog, as it has none.&amp;nbsp; Also, the outcome of each match is almost
moot, especially as far as these girls’ futures are concerned.&amp;nbsp; In fact, the author gives us a glimpse of
each girl’s adult life, especially her career as it relates to their teenage
selves, which, in every case but one, has nothing to do with boxing.&amp;nbsp; I loved the format of this book, especially the
tournament brackets which helped me keep straight who competed against
whom.&amp;nbsp; The problem for me is that, unique
as this book is, there is no real drama, no protagonist, and no real plot that
you can sink your teeth into.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/857870222978685281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/857870222978685281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/857870222978685281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/857870222978685281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/headshot-by-ruth-bullwinkel.html' title='HEADSHOT by Rita Bullwinkel'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBbkg8dXLhl1_YxmA_M3fpw82c3UE7eKsZPT9AlXOPSBRa2jrEuhcuKCo_N-65Arb9a7A6NKeFj713H2oFGdQ3wdZIYIqvdfXEiFKwwWyixULVkBPnLRLE679yfxdVXGWv4pchLBjYpbji8yzQY0MXyoFHXhZdDzSgdHrBR9uJynUa3-uiWEzDvdIZIU4/s72-c/Headshot.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-6755351887504197345</id><published>2026-10-19T15:45:24.854-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-19T15:45:24.855-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>WE WERE THE UNIVERSE by Kimberly King Parsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uzp6TD3Oy31f5Jy8o2uWfrxiAJ-nAIFzTW6oZHgQYhNQMpNigNziJ-ZkwRGuPlfpDRnbglBG_OaNO85E6c8GkPjJ_azCkHjXwH1agDv5n_BICq5Gim27C8YHIL24GrJdN7Zj7c9EHQoLPm22mtH70JSACOh9AQCX767lAhPnzReGZj8STcWQtFuNjVI/s160/WeWereTheUniverse.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uzp6TD3Oy31f5Jy8o2uWfrxiAJ-nAIFzTW6oZHgQYhNQMpNigNziJ-ZkwRGuPlfpDRnbglBG_OaNO85E6c8GkPjJ_azCkHjXwH1agDv5n_BICq5Gim27C8YHIL24GrJdN7Zj7c9EHQoLPm22mtH70JSACOh9AQCX767lAhPnzReGZj8STcWQtFuNjVI/s1600/WeWereTheUniverse.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Breast-feeding a four-year-old seems weird to me, but what
do I know?&amp;nbsp; So does lying to your
therapist, but I don’t think therapy was really Kit’s intent anyway.&amp;nbsp; I think she goes to therapy to placate her
well-grounded saintly husband, Jad, who tolerates her unpredictable behavior.&amp;nbsp; The heart of the story, though, is Kit’s
grief over the untimely death of her sister, Julie, who had problems with drugs
and alcohol.&amp;nbsp; Kit and Julie were very
close, parenting each other from childhood due to the lack of supervision from
their mother, a nurse of sorts who took care of her patients but not her
daughters.&amp;nbsp; Now that Kit is a mother and
wife, she has had to give up two of her favorite pastimes—casual sex and
hallucinogens.&amp;nbsp; The loss of these
activities forces her to continually relive her past, which just makes Julie’s
absence all the more painful.&amp;nbsp; Kit,
Julie, and their poor excuse for a mother are just not characters that I could
warm up to.&amp;nbsp; Kit may not have succumbed
to drugs and alcohol to the extent that her sister did, but she’s definitely
off-balance in other ways—panicking at the grocery store checkout or wandering
off to a bar and a dog park without her phone and wallet while her toddler is
at gymnastics. Jad remarks late in the book that he loves Kit but that she
scares him.&amp;nbsp; No kidding.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/6755351887504197345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/6755351887504197345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6755351887504197345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6755351887504197345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/we-were-universe-by-kimberly-king.html' title='WE WERE THE UNIVERSE by Kimberly King Parsons'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3uzp6TD3Oy31f5Jy8o2uWfrxiAJ-nAIFzTW6oZHgQYhNQMpNigNziJ-ZkwRGuPlfpDRnbglBG_OaNO85E6c8GkPjJ_azCkHjXwH1agDv5n_BICq5Gim27C8YHIL24GrJdN7Zj7c9EHQoLPm22mtH70JSACOh9AQCX767lAhPnzReGZj8STcWQtFuNjVI/s72-c/WeWereTheUniverse.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-2661789815505937771</id><published>2026-10-18T14:33:36.089-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-18T14:33:36.089-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>WHAT KIND OF PARADISE by Janelle Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0g4eBHorfevxEBIEjA18Rfn91f2dH9J2qln-8fmTnfkhSvc42a-0-IQDZjLabNIVIEydjVNvqsXZIrtxd1iJrtiDThpadZB4vd1K_3X5n61l1KW0eJhFqskBGkCs7nk-ZmNDzRmzwxGy8RUzQ5WHb8P-BsCAQSLDAqsnywBEMnwm2IkKrMz3222k6asc/s160/WhatKindOfParadise.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0g4eBHorfevxEBIEjA18Rfn91f2dH9J2qln-8fmTnfkhSvc42a-0-IQDZjLabNIVIEydjVNvqsXZIrtxd1iJrtiDThpadZB4vd1K_3X5n61l1KW0eJhFqskBGkCs7nk-ZmNDzRmzwxGy8RUzQ5WHb8P-BsCAQSLDAqsnywBEMnwm2IkKrMz3222k6asc/s1600/WhatKindOfParadise.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am pretty sure that faking one’s own death does not happen
nearly as often in real life as it does in novels.&amp;nbsp; Like amnesia, I find it to be sort of a cheap
plot device for allowing a character to gain a whole new identity.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, here we have a teenage girl, Jane,
who lives off the grid with her father.&amp;nbsp;
She is so isolated from the outside world and so dependent on her father
for everything that she apparently has a case of Stockholm Syndrome, in that
she is complicit in her own captivity.&amp;nbsp;
However, when she discovers that he has been lying to her about a number
of things, she plans her getaway, but her &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;naïveté&lt;/span&gt; makes her escape quite precarious.&amp;nbsp; To me, this is more of an adventure novel
than a thriller, and the plot is completely preposterous.&amp;nbsp; Still, it’s an enjoyable read as long as you
are not expecting a literary masterpiece.&amp;nbsp;
Jane is a fairly engaging protagonist, as long as you can buy into her blind
fealty to her paranoid anarchist of a father, and I had a significant problem with
that.&amp;nbsp; Her judgment is tainted by her
father’s disdain for technology and authority, but her moral compass is intact,
sort of.&amp;nbsp; And the behavior of her
supposedly dead mother is just off-the-charts weird.&amp;nbsp; She takes the cake in the self-preservation department.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/2661789815505937771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/2661789815505937771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/2661789815505937771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/2661789815505937771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/what-kind-of-paradise-by-janelle-brown.html' title='WHAT KIND OF PARADISE by Janelle Brown'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0g4eBHorfevxEBIEjA18Rfn91f2dH9J2qln-8fmTnfkhSvc42a-0-IQDZjLabNIVIEydjVNvqsXZIrtxd1iJrtiDThpadZB4vd1K_3X5n61l1KW0eJhFqskBGkCs7nk-ZmNDzRmzwxGy8RUzQ5WHb8P-BsCAQSLDAqsnywBEMnwm2IkKrMz3222k6asc/s72-c/WhatKindOfParadise.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-4194977187000155382</id><published>2026-10-14T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-14T03:00:00.116-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>LAND by Maggie O&#39;Farrell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMryJJnS_AWp_hqeCyCFgLHzNtXsxVjmHU2sFM8xnnPej5mgS-QXzJpvZ1g4r23wFTmEeAgiEiUIioD0ksBorKo31cYWCmCI5oG7zhw5k2heWtzBQe7zd8KI8WK-K6wnMjd3ot3G6XHS1bNiKqGMZRRxiwed_rubgaKWKlEWKofuIUDO8_581ALuzMR_o/s160/Land.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;105&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMryJJnS_AWp_hqeCyCFgLHzNtXsxVjmHU2sFM8xnnPej5mgS-QXzJpvZ1g4r23wFTmEeAgiEiUIioD0ksBorKo31cYWCmCI5oG7zhw5k2heWtzBQe7zd8KI8WK-K6wnMjd3ot3G6XHS1bNiKqGMZRRxiwed_rubgaKWKlEWKofuIUDO8_581ALuzMR_o/s1600/Land.jpg&quot; width=&quot;105&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I seem to be reading a lot of books these days with
gratuitous magical realism.&amp;nbsp; This is
another.&amp;nbsp; Once again, I don’t really see
that it contributes anything to the storyline.&amp;nbsp;
This novel’s other fault is that it is supremely dreary.&amp;nbsp; Tomás, the father of three children, is an
Irish cartographer during the years after the famine.&amp;nbsp; He works for the British “redcoats” to have
money to supplement his family’s meager farm income.&amp;nbsp; When the book opens, he is mapping a remote
peninsula, with his ten-year-old son, Liam, as his assistant.&amp;nbsp; There Tomás encounters a magical pool that
alters the trajectory of his family’s future.&amp;nbsp;
His backstory is pretty bleak, but then so is the rest of the book.&amp;nbsp; The narrative eventually focuses on his sons
and two daughters, Enda and Rose.&amp;nbsp; The
other son, Eugene, is a good worker but never speaks, and we are never told
why.&amp;nbsp; I don’t know if the author set out
to take issue with Catholicism, but she does so very effectively and somewhat
emphatically.&amp;nbsp; A viscount’s son may be
the most evil character in the book, but the local priest is far from being
kind and compassionate, especially when he is trying to perform an exorcism on
Tomás.&amp;nbsp; Of course, I guess if you’re
trying to destroy a demon, you may overlook the fact that you’re killing its
host.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate a good epic family
saga, and that’s what we have here.&amp;nbsp; I
just wish it were a little less depressing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/4194977187000155382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/4194977187000155382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/4194977187000155382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/4194977187000155382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/land-by-maggie-ofarrell.html' title='LAND by Maggie O&#39;Farrell'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMryJJnS_AWp_hqeCyCFgLHzNtXsxVjmHU2sFM8xnnPej5mgS-QXzJpvZ1g4r23wFTmEeAgiEiUIioD0ksBorKo31cYWCmCI5oG7zhw5k2heWtzBQe7zd8KI8WK-K6wnMjd3ot3G6XHS1bNiKqGMZRRxiwed_rubgaKWKlEWKofuIUDO8_581ALuzMR_o/s72-c/Land.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-5500058963426445253</id><published>2026-10-11T15:09:43.115-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-11T15:09:43.116-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>AFTER YOU&#39;D GONE by Maggie O&#39;Farrell</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdz7xLBja9gFqsNKtA6fFDCbWWVb-y7sZwWrY_By3LfeJ96gPLEJ_KTVCqy_PeerpGxb6xYz_Krs0l094Xn-vMJqCLVT9jTxUKDe93vPmBAiweYewdcCSN8zCI400p1hvz3KauHnmbB4hFyb7fW_u8GNFn6RYpZEqUamnR5zMIrbIuByD-rxu8N2dd0I/s160/AfterYoudGone.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdz7xLBja9gFqsNKtA6fFDCbWWVb-y7sZwWrY_By3LfeJ96gPLEJ_KTVCqy_PeerpGxb6xYz_Krs0l094Xn-vMJqCLVT9jTxUKDe93vPmBAiweYewdcCSN8zCI400p1hvz3KauHnmbB4hFyb7fW_u8GNFn6RYpZEqUamnR5zMIrbIuByD-rxu8N2dd0I/s1600/AfterYoudGone.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Three generations of characters and a bouncy timeline make
for a challenging but enjoyable read, even though the prologue begins with an
attempted suicide by Alice, the main character.&amp;nbsp;
We gradually learn her story from her reflections while in a coma, as well
as third-person narration that often changes abruptly in both perspective and
time period.&amp;nbsp; The author relies on
context to get us settled into the right situation, and it works OK, although I
didn’t really love having to wrap my head around what has happened and what is
yet to happen in each scenario.&amp;nbsp; The crux
of the novel is an epic love story between Alice and John, but why Alice tries
to kill herself is a story that unfolds slowly, along with a family secret that
has been withheld way too long.&amp;nbsp; Some
parts of the novel are extremely romantic and other parts on extremely
heartbreaking.&amp;nbsp; Frankly, I could have
done with more romance and less heartbreak, which is actually more like
soul-crushing grief.&amp;nbsp; Still, this is a
book I always looked forward to resuming, partly because questions remained
unanswered until the end but also because Alice was such a delightful and
lovable character.&amp;nbsp; I wanted the best
possible outcome for her.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/5500058963426445253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/5500058963426445253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/5500058963426445253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/5500058963426445253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/after-youd-gone-by-maggie-ofarrell.html' title='AFTER YOU&#39;D GONE by Maggie O&#39;Farrell'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdz7xLBja9gFqsNKtA6fFDCbWWVb-y7sZwWrY_By3LfeJ96gPLEJ_KTVCqy_PeerpGxb6xYz_Krs0l094Xn-vMJqCLVT9jTxUKDe93vPmBAiweYewdcCSN8zCI400p1hvz3KauHnmbB4hFyb7fW_u8GNFn6RYpZEqUamnR5zMIrbIuByD-rxu8N2dd0I/s72-c/AfterYoudGone.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-7643643435469571486</id><published>2026-10-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-10-07T03:00:00.120-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>THE VULNERABLES by Sigrid Nunez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj830TkZiynadE4WelFi3KG_0-RJSl6eEvUgARvmtv-iOEbqegN1UWrgcZOLsFQHPsC3QIAI_R9oZU3_aKss2BjwzsosR7AYA-dHGSB3zLWts2dAs8eSKmvIphFd2Tt9q8CbwcvfnKllM1tHb7RMgOPLlAIOKjnKfJtIHeNmSVUFqWxJOJipB3m2rr5dpg/s160/Vulnerables.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;102&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj830TkZiynadE4WelFi3KG_0-RJSl6eEvUgARvmtv-iOEbqegN1UWrgcZOLsFQHPsC3QIAI_R9oZU3_aKss2BjwzsosR7AYA-dHGSB3zLWts2dAs8eSKmvIphFd2Tt9q8CbwcvfnKllM1tHb7RMgOPLlAIOKjnKfJtIHeNmSVUFqWxJOJipB3m2rr5dpg/s1600/Vulnerables.jpg&quot; width=&quot;102&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Full of reflections on writing, aging, and a lot of other
stuff, the main plot of this novel involves a young man, an older woman, and a
parrot, all inhabiting a Manhattan apartment during the Covid lockdown.&amp;nbsp; The older woman, a writer, is the
first-person narrator who is pet-sitting the parrot full-time while a visiting
doctor occupies her own apartment.&amp;nbsp; Then
the previous pet-sitter, a young man whose wealthy parents have thrown him out,
returns to resume taking care of the parrot.&amp;nbsp;
The narrator is none too happy with this sudden intrusion, as she has
developed an affinity for the parrot herself.&amp;nbsp;
This unlikely threesome forms the core of the book, but the narrator’s
musings fill the majority of the pages and are full of anecdotes that may or
may not support the narrator’s opinions.&amp;nbsp;
The young man has mental health issues but is a kind soul who lives in
the present without much concern for the future.&amp;nbsp; How these two bond with one another—and the
parrot—makes for a sweet story in an “uncertain spring,” to quote the first
sentence of the book.&amp;nbsp; Gallows humor is
needed in times like these, and here are a couple of examples from this novel
that contain more than just a grain of truth:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;p. 142:&amp;nbsp; “I like that
Alan Bennett said, For a writer, nothing is ever quite as bad as it is for
other people, because, however dreadful, it may be of use.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;p. 143:&amp;nbsp;
“And nutty epitaphs:&amp;nbsp; I know not
everyone is unhappy about this.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/7643643435469571486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/7643643435469571486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/7643643435469571486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/7643643435469571486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/10/the-vulnerables-by-sigrid-nunez.html' title='THE VULNERABLES by Sigrid Nunez'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj830TkZiynadE4WelFi3KG_0-RJSl6eEvUgARvmtv-iOEbqegN1UWrgcZOLsFQHPsC3QIAI_R9oZU3_aKss2BjwzsosR7AYA-dHGSB3zLWts2dAs8eSKmvIphFd2Tt9q8CbwcvfnKllM1tHb7RMgOPLlAIOKjnKfJtIHeNmSVUFqWxJOJipB3m2rr5dpg/s72-c/Vulnerables.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-9105042789950585403</id><published>2026-09-30T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-30T03:00:00.116-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>FAREWELL, AMETHYSTINE by Walter Mosley</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZSFDVh6ybKDjuutDKIryd7N6l5umSfWmhgse-Fgb__1fkwHxjAlx1GH_lj4EUDh4pijGcMEtD7rw6l4O06xEwNo7BCbjjtmvunl0zJbU-83BE1ZccrEG_A6OCsrlfavYuqb7-GwpnNEbuR_4vFeZqEN5dOyulmJtDhSaGGfLZF33iYioNpA4AxYRyB0/s160/FarewellAmethystine.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;103&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZSFDVh6ybKDjuutDKIryd7N6l5umSfWmhgse-Fgb__1fkwHxjAlx1GH_lj4EUDh4pijGcMEtD7rw6l4O06xEwNo7BCbjjtmvunl0zJbU-83BE1ZccrEG_A6OCsrlfavYuqb7-GwpnNEbuR_4vFeZqEN5dOyulmJtDhSaGGfLZF33iYioNpA4AxYRyB0/s1600/FarewellAmethystine.jpg&quot; width=&quot;103&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here’s another convoluted installment in the Ezekiel “Easy”
Rawlins, Los Angeles private investigator, series. Of course, a beautiful woman
must be part of the cast, and here it is Easy’s client, Amethystine.&amp;nbsp; Her ex-husband, Curt, has gone missing, and
it doesn’t take long for Easy to find his dead body.&amp;nbsp; The next question is why was he killed and by
whom.&amp;nbsp; Another missing person is Easy’s cop
friend, Melvin, whose disappearance may or may not be linked to Curt’s
murder.&amp;nbsp; As usual, there are so many
characters and so many twists and turns that it’s difficult to keep up with who
are the good guys and who are the bad guys.&amp;nbsp;
Of course, some, like Easy’s longtime friend Mouse, straddle the line,
straying into doing bad things for good reasons.&amp;nbsp; Fearless Jones, who stars in another Mosley
series, makes a cameo appearance here as well. Amethystine herself may not be
entirely innocent, for that matter. &amp;nbsp;I
would like Mosley’s work a lot more if the plot were not so intricate, but
there’s no denying he has a way with words and has his finger on the pulse of
the pitfalls that plagued Black people in 1969.&amp;nbsp;
Easy may have escaped Louisiana, but he is still walking a tightrope in
order not to piss off the white chief of police in L.A.&amp;nbsp; And I don’t usually take much note of the
dust cover, but the purple lettering is perfect for a title that includes the
name Amethystine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/9105042789950585403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/9105042789950585403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/9105042789950585403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/9105042789950585403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/farewell-amethystine-by-walter-mosley.html' title='FAREWELL, AMETHYSTINE by Walter Mosley'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZSFDVh6ybKDjuutDKIryd7N6l5umSfWmhgse-Fgb__1fkwHxjAlx1GH_lj4EUDh4pijGcMEtD7rw6l4O06xEwNo7BCbjjtmvunl0zJbU-83BE1ZccrEG_A6OCsrlfavYuqb7-GwpnNEbuR_4vFeZqEN5dOyulmJtDhSaGGfLZF33iYioNpA4AxYRyB0/s72-c/FarewellAmethystine.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-6220779612645906468</id><published>2026-09-27T14:49:37.854-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-27T14:49:37.855-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>BLONDE FAITH by Walter Mosley</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDSJop_q2_8Z2Sfm2kTuMSn5_o6G3GcyqTkb4oh0qKm5GqE_xufmxlntnAFBejWhz5Bi1eZIoJWFkh1gyQ6-foQyIUS4MskpYgSxBUhKtf2jC0zm_Fwff9yCAiYv7v1MRB2cbYFamb7tVbjlEP-6ig06SlpreW3LuK25BId_DZiGbY5ca_BFYoDGezvU/s160/BlondeFaith.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;103&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDSJop_q2_8Z2Sfm2kTuMSn5_o6G3GcyqTkb4oh0qKm5GqE_xufmxlntnAFBejWhz5Bi1eZIoJWFkh1gyQ6-foQyIUS4MskpYgSxBUhKtf2jC0zm_Fwff9yCAiYv7v1MRB2cbYFamb7tVbjlEP-6ig06SlpreW3LuK25BId_DZiGbY5ca_BFYoDGezvU/s1600/BlondeFaith.jpg&quot; width=&quot;103&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Easy
Rawlins, private investigator, is back on the job in 1967 Los Angeles.&amp;nbsp; Life, however, is not easy for Easy as he
endures racism everywhere he goes and laments that his ex-girlfriend Bonnie is
about to marry someone else.&amp;nbsp; Three man
have gone missing, and Easy sets out to find them.&amp;nbsp; His longtime nefarious friend Ray “Mouse”
Alexander is being sought by the cops for the murder of Pericles Tarr, who is
also missing and not necessarily dead.&amp;nbsp;
Christmas Black delivers his eight-year-old daughter to Easy’s care
without so much as a note and then vanishes.&amp;nbsp;
In order to locate these three missing persons whose disappearances are
certainly linked, Easy calls in a lot of favors from his many colorful
acquaintances and banks a few more.&amp;nbsp; The
breezy writing style and dialog belie the seriousness of the subject matter,
making it difficult for me to immerse myself in this book.&amp;nbsp; Easy is at times his own worst enemy,
especially when it comes to his relationships with women.&amp;nbsp; To say that he is depressed is putting it mildly,
and his sobriety is constantly challenged by the craving for a drink to drown
his sorrows.&amp;nbsp; I want to root for Easy,
and certainly he is a top-notch investigator, but his personal woes make this
novel a definite downer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/6220779612645906468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/6220779612645906468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6220779612645906468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6220779612645906468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/blonde-faith-by-walter-mosley.html' title='BLONDE FAITH by Walter Mosley'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoDSJop_q2_8Z2Sfm2kTuMSn5_o6G3GcyqTkb4oh0qKm5GqE_xufmxlntnAFBejWhz5Bi1eZIoJWFkh1gyQ6-foQyIUS4MskpYgSxBUhKtf2jC0zm_Fwff9yCAiYv7v1MRB2cbYFamb7tVbjlEP-6ig06SlpreW3LuK25BId_DZiGbY5ca_BFYoDGezvU/s72-c/BlondeFaith.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-8128894050162316744</id><published>2026-09-23T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-23T03:00:00.168-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>INLAND by Tea Obreht</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1unr5jU8GB9kJqZIKZ83LEzCGjo3boA9pMricicmARuGyCYknLASUjtdrD7V157Bp8GfZiaEEO609UNSnIGPJhAcK_qKXq4JogT_oB8Iucnz_HcYiO-OLVi2ffxTKnSFpOsfI6GFNTBvJeu5MBThkukd-ZEMV03vJTKGEt_RCK1QqzBKMaibX2YngXY/s160/Inland.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;107&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1unr5jU8GB9kJqZIKZ83LEzCGjo3boA9pMricicmARuGyCYknLASUjtdrD7V157Bp8GfZiaEEO609UNSnIGPJhAcK_qKXq4JogT_oB8Iucnz_HcYiO-OLVi2ffxTKnSFpOsfI6GFNTBvJeu5MBThkukd-ZEMV03vJTKGEt_RCK1QqzBKMaibX2YngXY/s1600/Inland.jpg&quot; width=&quot;107&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As historical fiction, this book is a worthwhile read.&amp;nbsp; Camels as conveyances for supplies and mail
in the mid-nineteenth century?&amp;nbsp; That was
news to me.&amp;nbsp; One of the two main
characters in this book is a camel driver during that time, but he is also a
murderer on the run.&amp;nbsp; His timeline
eventually intersects with that of Nora, a wife and mother in Arizona in the
1890s.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her husband has been missing for
three days, leaving her in desperate need of water but at times too proud or
embarrassed to ask for it.&amp;nbsp; For me, Nora
is the more intriguing character, but she makes some bad decisions with dire
consequences.&amp;nbsp; She is also a prolific
liar, stating at one point that lying is just as easy as saying nothing.&amp;nbsp; Many of her lies are cover-ups for cowardice,
and in one case she admits the truth to her almost-lover, who spills the beans.&amp;nbsp; Living with her and her three sons is Josie,
an orphaned distant relative, who also is harboring a whopper, and, ironically,
Nora threatens her with a beating in order to drag the truth out of her.&amp;nbsp; Nora also berates Josie for her claimed
ability to contact the dead, while Nora herself carries on conversations with
her dead daughter, who is generally available to offer advice.&amp;nbsp; In other words, Nora is a supreme
hypocrite.&amp;nbsp; She may be admirable in her
strength, referring to herself as a “hard woman,” but I found her exasperating.&amp;nbsp; I am OK with that type of character in a
novel, but here I felt that the storyline moved along a level plane, without
enough highs and lows.&amp;nbsp; This is a
pleasant enough read, but suspense is in short supply.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/8128894050162316744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/8128894050162316744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8128894050162316744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8128894050162316744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/inland-by-tea-obreht.html' title='INLAND by Tea Obreht'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1unr5jU8GB9kJqZIKZ83LEzCGjo3boA9pMricicmARuGyCYknLASUjtdrD7V157Bp8GfZiaEEO609UNSnIGPJhAcK_qKXq4JogT_oB8Iucnz_HcYiO-OLVi2ffxTKnSFpOsfI6GFNTBvJeu5MBThkukd-ZEMV03vJTKGEt_RCK1QqzBKMaibX2YngXY/s72-c/Inland.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-1186786530732559232</id><published>2026-09-20T14:13:47.271-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-20T14:13:47.271-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>THE MORNINGSIDE by Tea Obreht</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4GbQ2TMyde5A8QcuUgjj8A53_glvHriQMyaMSjDSAhPGQ6Re_fr6bW6lMxZfP-9Fdau9abo4x8h19EBn-bLgb0e6ogbNSTOwC0V6iA8AnSYlS6vptynymbNWzoQxIjj2Dq1NuZGAW9Ts4czRK6HtYJu5ziQ4F8b8-p2IAGbD_JNUN4FJ_T4zQB6SKkJo/s160/Morningside.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4GbQ2TMyde5A8QcuUgjj8A53_glvHriQMyaMSjDSAhPGQ6Re_fr6bW6lMxZfP-9Fdau9abo4x8h19EBn-bLgb0e6ogbNSTOwC0V6iA8AnSYlS6vptynymbNWzoQxIjj2Dq1NuZGAW9Ts4czRK6HtYJu5ziQ4F8b8-p2IAGbD_JNUN4FJ_T4zQB6SKkJo/s1600/Morningside.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sil and her mother are refugees living on an island that has
been partially destroyed by flooding.&amp;nbsp;
News comes in the form of an anonymous radio correspondent called the
Drowned City Dispatcher.&amp;nbsp; When Sil’s Aunt
Ena passes away, Sil’s mother slips seamlessly into Ena’s job as their building
superintendent for the Morningside, a high-rise whose penthouse is occupied by
a mysterious woman with three huge dogs.&amp;nbsp;
Sil’s mother also moonlights as a salvage diver, and there is plenty to
salvage.&amp;nbsp; While Sil’s mother is very
secretive about their past life, Ena has regaled Sil with magical tales, and
Sil feels compelled to investigate to find out if they are true.&amp;nbsp; She enlists the help of Mila, another young
girl who lives in the building, and Lewis May, a former superintendent of the
building who dubs Sil “Snoopy.”&amp;nbsp; The
problem with this book is not the writing, the characters, or the dystopian
plot; it just moves along too slowly.&amp;nbsp; I
think I dozed through some important pages and then had to reread them after I
finished the novel.&amp;nbsp; Also, a strand of
magical realism permeates the novel, and I am generally not a fan, although
some authors handle it better than others.&amp;nbsp;
Here it just robs the climate change warning of the seriousness it
deserves.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/1186786530732559232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/1186786530732559232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/1186786530732559232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/1186786530732559232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/the-morningside-by-tea-obreht.html' title='THE MORNINGSIDE by Tea Obreht'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4GbQ2TMyde5A8QcuUgjj8A53_glvHriQMyaMSjDSAhPGQ6Re_fr6bW6lMxZfP-9Fdau9abo4x8h19EBn-bLgb0e6ogbNSTOwC0V6iA8AnSYlS6vptynymbNWzoQxIjj2Dq1NuZGAW9Ts4czRK6HtYJu5ziQ4F8b8-p2IAGbD_JNUN4FJ_T4zQB6SKkJo/s72-c/Morningside.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-3010904534761652729</id><published>2026-09-16T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-16T03:00:00.118-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>MY FRIENDS by Hisham Matar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQOmE7R7nquPvMTOOKVhEqcW_1uQXvru4G0IAn8iYvaiaj14ij_9zy2yWj2OnjwdRQHL2RE1RErBj0H2bsCwQHMiUgYDZswmupcZFDzRu_GmoPNrWdasKQjWno52QxzPUNh8FvK07kbT_USsZi106kzeLtIv9ULVbnLF29hfc-LRFkydcPU5IJjuDACU/s160/MyFriends.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQOmE7R7nquPvMTOOKVhEqcW_1uQXvru4G0IAn8iYvaiaj14ij_9zy2yWj2OnjwdRQHL2RE1RErBj0H2bsCwQHMiUgYDZswmupcZFDzRu_GmoPNrWdasKQjWno52QxzPUNh8FvK07kbT_USsZi106kzeLtIv9ULVbnLF29hfc-LRFkydcPU5IJjuDACU/s1600/MyFriends.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a lark, Khaled, a Libyan student at the University of
Edinburgh, and his friend Mustafa travel to London to participate in an
anti-Qaddafi demonstration at the Libyan embassy.&amp;nbsp; Shots are fired from the embassy into the
crowd, and both young men suffer gunshot wounds.&amp;nbsp; Both survive, but the rest of the book pretty
much chronicles the after-effects of this event, which actually did take place
in 1984.&amp;nbsp; Neither Khaled nor Mustafa can
return to his studies, because fellow Libyan students will rat them out. Nor
can they return to Libya, as their identities may be known to the Qaddafi
regime.&amp;nbsp; Their only choice is to remain
in England with asylum status, too fearful of censors to tell their families
what has happened.&amp;nbsp; A third man, Hosam, a
writer whom Khaled knows by reputation, joins the storyline after a chance
encounter with Khaled at a hotel.&amp;nbsp;
Reading this, I was concerned about the fates of these three men, especially
Khaled, who narrates the story in first person, but I would say that this novel
is more educational than enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; The
author presents a poignant picture of three men in exile, and it’s especially
heartbreaking, given that Khaled is so young—just a teenager--at the beginning.&amp;nbsp; He navigates his unexpected life courageously
and without dwelling too much on the what-ifs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/3010904534761652729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/3010904534761652729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/3010904534761652729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/3010904534761652729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/my-friends-by-hisham-matar.html' title='MY FRIENDS by Hisham Matar'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQQOmE7R7nquPvMTOOKVhEqcW_1uQXvru4G0IAn8iYvaiaj14ij_9zy2yWj2OnjwdRQHL2RE1RErBj0H2bsCwQHMiUgYDZswmupcZFDzRu_GmoPNrWdasKQjWno52QxzPUNh8FvK07kbT_USsZi106kzeLtIv9ULVbnLF29hfc-LRFkydcPU5IJjuDACU/s72-c/MyFriends.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-8242527501327531651</id><published>2026-09-13T15:38:15.894-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-13T15:38:15.894-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>FIRE EXIT by Morgan Talty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisd8cZ9MwHu-q5tQSibyiv2ud5LkwLg-UK9XR1nrEJJcgQqSvY-rGZ2RygOgBv_3ykZjPGYUCyx6aMbouY3fUiu2WQArJRwEjl7JSwZR2_5OmXNIzlO_4F6MbtCKL_WAlDyNktOWTBj7pA_truyhusRwN5v-X3r3SlAMUQY96tVqVq_RQMeRRDsthyDtY/s160/FireExit.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisd8cZ9MwHu-q5tQSibyiv2ud5LkwLg-UK9XR1nrEJJcgQqSvY-rGZ2RygOgBv_3ykZjPGYUCyx6aMbouY3fUiu2WQArJRwEjl7JSwZR2_5OmXNIzlO_4F6MbtCKL_WAlDyNktOWTBj7pA_truyhusRwN5v-X3r3SlAMUQY96tVqVq_RQMeRRDsthyDtY/s1600/FireExit.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Charles is the adult son of white parents but was raised by
his white mother and Penobscot stepfather on a reservation in Maine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Since he has no Penobscot blood, Charles
lives just the other side of the river from the reservation, where he can see
the home of his daughter, Elizabeth.&amp;nbsp;
Elizabeth’s mother, Mary, has raised her daughter to believe that she is
the daughter of Mary’s Penobscot husband. Charles is obsessed with having his
daughter know that he is her biological father.&amp;nbsp;
Mary, on the other hand, is adamant that this knowledge will upset
Elizabeth and jeopardize her standing in their Native American community.
However, Elizabeth seems to have inherited mental illness—depression—from
Charles’s mother, Louise, who now also suffers from dementia.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, there is just not enough here
to make for an engrossing novel, and I was not invested in Charles or any of
the other characters.&amp;nbsp; His two friends,
Bobby (an alcoholic) and Gizos, whose lie during their childhood made Charles a
pariah, are not exactly paragons of virtue.&amp;nbsp;
I would have liked Elizabeth’s story to have been a little more fleshed
out, but that is not possible since the book is told from Charles’s
perspective, and he is very much in the dark about Elizabeth’s life.&amp;nbsp; Charles is a good soul; he’s just not very
remarkable.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/8242527501327531651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/8242527501327531651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8242527501327531651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8242527501327531651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/fire-exit-by-morgan-talty.html' title='FIRE EXIT by Morgan Talty'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisd8cZ9MwHu-q5tQSibyiv2ud5LkwLg-UK9XR1nrEJJcgQqSvY-rGZ2RygOgBv_3ykZjPGYUCyx6aMbouY3fUiu2WQArJRwEjl7JSwZR2_5OmXNIzlO_4F6MbtCKL_WAlDyNktOWTBj7pA_truyhusRwN5v-X3r3SlAMUQY96tVqVq_RQMeRRDsthyDtY/s72-c/FireExit.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-7672547807791360502</id><published>2026-09-09T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-09T03:00:00.122-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>ENORMOUS WINGS by Laurie Frankel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoRn4iZMxK62D9CqG2l0hcAdhS9tBn8iUjwI74LD-wVe6G10Wb5jEorIYUOT-NYuw-FLes1Y1VzByAze6EOvrEzksHKfnMVAmFwLVwMXqaEGVjeJ3yhXuYQk5FHbWBKbJB922TP87Wv6y4G_DLUaj1cRRSnhSbr3zxeIK0Y8OtOMSGwDfkO05jtDINUI/s160/EnormousWings.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;106&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoRn4iZMxK62D9CqG2l0hcAdhS9tBn8iUjwI74LD-wVe6G10Wb5jEorIYUOT-NYuw-FLes1Y1VzByAze6EOvrEzksHKfnMVAmFwLVwMXqaEGVjeJ3yhXuYQk5FHbWBKbJB922TP87Wv6y4G_DLUaj1cRRSnhSbr3zxeIK0Y8OtOMSGwDfkO05jtDINUI/s1600/EnormousWings.jpg&quot; width=&quot;106&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A woman becoming pregnant at 77 years old seems far-fetched,
but maybe it’s possible if a cancer drug she took in her forties also extended
her fertility for a few more decades?&amp;nbsp;
Pepper finds herself in this unlikely position after becoming sexually involved
with Moth, a man who lives next door to her in a senior living facility.&amp;nbsp; What follows is partly a jab at
anti-abortionists who won’t make an exception for a septuagenarian.&amp;nbsp; Pepper makes a valid point that they are
obsessed with saving the fetus’s life, whether it is viable or not outside the
womb, with no consideration for the mother or even for the baby’s welfare after
it is born.&amp;nbsp; Except for these fanatical
right-wingers and the paparazzi, the characters in this book are all good
people with Pepper’s best interests at heart, especially a delightfully
irreverent Episcopal priest.&amp;nbsp; The big
question here is whether or not Pepper will carry her baby to term, and, if she
does, will mother and baby both be healthy.&amp;nbsp;
However, there’s one big unforeseen calamity that throws Pepper into a
different sort of jam with potentially disastrous consequences.&amp;nbsp; Don’t expect great literature here, but some
hilarious quips are bound to elicit at least a chuckle.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/7672547807791360502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/7672547807791360502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/7672547807791360502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/7672547807791360502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/enormous-wings-by-laurie-frankel.html' title='ENORMOUS WINGS by Laurie Frankel'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgoRn4iZMxK62D9CqG2l0hcAdhS9tBn8iUjwI74LD-wVe6G10Wb5jEorIYUOT-NYuw-FLes1Y1VzByAze6EOvrEzksHKfnMVAmFwLVwMXqaEGVjeJ3yhXuYQk5FHbWBKbJB922TP87Wv6y4G_DLUaj1cRRSnhSbr3zxeIK0Y8OtOMSGwDfkO05jtDINUI/s72-c/EnormousWings.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-5196849857796104583</id><published>2026-09-02T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-09-02T03:00:00.132-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>BEAR by Julia Phillips</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wqlClUuzhFzi218OWd8JHdg0vYy9YTO9ko5a-fKo_fpYaZaWkyM-rGARnCz-0En40QLHqfATAX86dubS6buWGZSMYWaG0riTphe7hCwtVEjFsWzFXA-tVvuxxoCY0x6JcOmIXEkYQ6iWW412dWN130tjZzjTdnU06pSBp_DeCq_ccZWTJ9-EjdRaT4g/s160/Bear.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wqlClUuzhFzi218OWd8JHdg0vYy9YTO9ko5a-fKo_fpYaZaWkyM-rGARnCz-0En40QLHqfATAX86dubS6buWGZSMYWaG0riTphe7hCwtVEjFsWzFXA-tVvuxxoCY0x6JcOmIXEkYQ6iWW412dWN130tjZzjTdnU06pSBp_DeCq_ccZWTJ9-EjdRaT4g/s1600/Bear.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sam and her older sister, Elena, are barely scraping by on
San Juan Island with their dying mother.&amp;nbsp;
Sam is serving coffee, soft drinks, and packaged snacks on a ferry that
operates between the islands and the Pacific Northwest mainland.&amp;nbsp; Elena works at the local country club and has
been the primary breadwinner for years, especially during Covid, when Sam was
unemployed.&amp;nbsp; Sam lives for the day when
they will be able to sell their rundown home, which sits on prime real estate,
and move to the mainland.&amp;nbsp; She basically
eschews all relationships except family, while Elena secretly stews with
frustration over the role she has had to assume.&amp;nbsp; Then a grizzly appears at their door and
terrifies both of them.&amp;nbsp; However, Elena
sees the bear as a welcome distraction and begins to relish additional
encounters, while Sam begs her to recognize the danger.&amp;nbsp; This is not just about an unhealthy infatuation
with a predatory animal, since the bear’s presence drives a wedge between the
sisters.&amp;nbsp; The author does a great job of
creating mounting suspense, as Elena becomes increasingly irrational about her enchantment
with the bear, while Sam refuses to accept that her sister has gone off the
deep end.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the big overriding
question is whether the bear will ultimately be true to his nature or continue
to behave as if he were Elena’s pet.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/5196849857796104583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/5196849857796104583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/5196849857796104583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/5196849857796104583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/09/bear-by-julia-phillips.html' title='BEAR by Julia Phillips'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wqlClUuzhFzi218OWd8JHdg0vYy9YTO9ko5a-fKo_fpYaZaWkyM-rGARnCz-0En40QLHqfATAX86dubS6buWGZSMYWaG0riTphe7hCwtVEjFsWzFXA-tVvuxxoCY0x6JcOmIXEkYQ6iWW412dWN130tjZzjTdnU06pSBp_DeCq_ccZWTJ9-EjdRaT4g/s72-c/Bear.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-4751301503917461777</id><published>2026-08-26T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-26T03:30:00.119-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>PLAYGROUND by Richard Powers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1xB0olG_wrxJKWO-dzWmUmW2cq34m0AVyyO9pCcBzZga_2vdewsoLqaFwjQiN64mG1y0YNx-Q1EDPo1cThenpRJe9ILSxSDf-qubGciutXoDqVI0RDPCwvWoplxSHpqh3nuxNmGYLG2ErmXbvODSSRp7rOBfDI-PXA5bSuZekFh8sbiyweTo2ONcFxI/s160/Playground.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;105&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1xB0olG_wrxJKWO-dzWmUmW2cq34m0AVyyO9pCcBzZga_2vdewsoLqaFwjQiN64mG1y0YNx-Q1EDPo1cThenpRJe9ILSxSDf-qubGciutXoDqVI0RDPCwvWoplxSHpqh3nuxNmGYLG2ErmXbvODSSRp7rOBfDI-PXA5bSuZekFh8sbiyweTo2ONcFxI/s1600/Playground.jpg&quot; width=&quot;105&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Todd
and Rafi are two very smart guys who meet in high school and bond over
chess.&amp;nbsp; They remain very close friends in
college, even after a woman enters the picture.&amp;nbsp;
Then their paths diverge as Todd becomes addicted to software
development and later founds a social media company that incorporates an idea
provided by Rafi.&amp;nbsp; Todd becomes
fabulously wealthy and begins developing AI, while Rafi’s great love is
literature.&amp;nbsp; A totally separate storyline
is that of Evelyne, whose father throws her into a pool with an early aqualung
prototype.&amp;nbsp; This event propels her into
oceanography, and her sections of the book are mind-boggling descriptions of
the world that exists at the bottom of the sea.&amp;nbsp;
Most of the earth is water, so that we land dwellers have no concept of
the vast and mostly unexplored depths of our planet.&amp;nbsp; This fact is so obvious and yet so
underappreciated.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the ending of
this novel was so puzzling to me that I had to read some other reviews and then
reread a portion of the ending.&amp;nbsp; Todd provides
some italicized narration addressed to an unknown entity, and I have to admit
that I find italics annoying to read.&amp;nbsp;
However, the difference between Todd’s narrative and the narrative in
normal type is important to an understanding of the novel, and I missed that
distinction entirely. &amp;nbsp;This book deserves
a reread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/4751301503917461777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/4751301503917461777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/4751301503917461777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/4751301503917461777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/playground-by-richard-powers.html' title='PLAYGROUND by Richard Powers'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1xB0olG_wrxJKWO-dzWmUmW2cq34m0AVyyO9pCcBzZga_2vdewsoLqaFwjQiN64mG1y0YNx-Q1EDPo1cThenpRJe9ILSxSDf-qubGciutXoDqVI0RDPCwvWoplxSHpqh3nuxNmGYLG2ErmXbvODSSRp7rOBfDI-PXA5bSuZekFh8sbiyweTo2ONcFxI/s72-c/Playground.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-6679486203354191922</id><published>2026-08-24T15:11:40.984-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-24T15:11:40.984-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>PINK SLIME by Fernanda Trias</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGWfxC3OwXA6zZakPuONp1LufElFxQyJ9KPG3CD9bEW8I6vrm7v0sdNV9hojYRPIOIiZ4xg8HL1qZGg3lU65Vj8Dp94vQqw8BsprhMHpJ5t_HZf718XLvezUj9gwb3NqQrlu4DzJrSJTM15T4IFsS3OS00KuzGcAun_5f4Szm3UU3WnrPTNfpagBZxxY/s160/PinkSlime.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;112&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGWfxC3OwXA6zZakPuONp1LufElFxQyJ9KPG3CD9bEW8I6vrm7v0sdNV9hojYRPIOIiZ4xg8HL1qZGg3lU65Vj8Dp94vQqw8BsprhMHpJ5t_HZf718XLvezUj9gwb3NqQrlu4DzJrSJTM15T4IFsS3OS00KuzGcAun_5f4Szm3UU3WnrPTNfpagBZxxY/s1600/PinkSlime.jpg&quot; width=&quot;112&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The title refers to the nickname of Meatrite, a mystery meat
product that is providing sustenance to a region in the midst of a pandemic,
caused by red algae on the ocean.&amp;nbsp; When
the wind blows, its deadly spread of the algae forces everyone to stay indoors,
including the unnamed narrator who is taking care of a boy named Mauro with an
eating disorder.&amp;nbsp; His syndrome causes him
to be eternally hungry, and the narrator cannot leave him alone, as he will eat
anything he can get his hands on, including inedible items like cotton
balls.&amp;nbsp; Mauro’s wealthy parents leave
him, along with a hefty supply of food, at the narrator’s apartment for months
at a time.&amp;nbsp; Although the narrator tells
her mother that she plans to move to the safety of Brazil, she lingers, possibly
for the sake of Mauro, possibly in order to continue to visit her ex-husband,
Max, who has been exposed to the red wind but had a chronic rather than an
acute fatal response to it.&amp;nbsp; In fact, all
three characters are lingering—Mauro in the narrator’s care, Max in the
“Clinics” where he is not well enough to leave, and the narrator, who is stuck
in a stasis that is not sustainable. This novel belongs to the genre now dubbed
“cli-fi” for climate change fiction.&amp;nbsp;
Rain is non-existent, and only when the fog rolls in is it safe to be
outside.&amp;nbsp; Power outages are frequent, and
phone service is spotty.&amp;nbsp; Water doesn’t
seem to be an issue, so thank heavens for that, but this is a world that is
becoming uninhabitable.&amp;nbsp; The fish are
dead, and the birds have disappeared.&amp;nbsp;
This scenario does not seem that farfetched.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/6679486203354191922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/6679486203354191922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6679486203354191922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/6679486203354191922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/pink-slime-by-fernanda-trias.html' title='PINK SLIME by Fernanda Trias'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBGWfxC3OwXA6zZakPuONp1LufElFxQyJ9KPG3CD9bEW8I6vrm7v0sdNV9hojYRPIOIiZ4xg8HL1qZGg3lU65Vj8Dp94vQqw8BsprhMHpJ5t_HZf718XLvezUj9gwb3NqQrlu4DzJrSJTM15T4IFsS3OS00KuzGcAun_5f4Szm3UU3WnrPTNfpagBZxxY/s72-c/PinkSlime.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-2401404151707399922</id><published>2026-08-23T15:35:40.243-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-23T15:35:40.244-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 stars"/><title type='text'>HOW I WON A NOBEL PRIZE by Julius Taranto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4L5gr6mm80gDhM2kiT6Q9osts7ATNawMH8gzge2PCD3uk_k1ByHqvyV5Jt3uSZ93xchTjg1W7f-JiqXwp_c5pE4fV1hn0ivD7CWBWy511mIQFcFkvSvvetV3RTfaV5rsrQRO19GDbJRbkqNzh6jcWrkegKeC427W39Wc0pLcHjkgP1HImT_4IqnQ0y0/s160/HowIWonANobelPrize.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;106&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4L5gr6mm80gDhM2kiT6Q9osts7ATNawMH8gzge2PCD3uk_k1ByHqvyV5Jt3uSZ93xchTjg1W7f-JiqXwp_c5pE4fV1hn0ivD7CWBWy511mIQFcFkvSvvetV3RTfaV5rsrQRO19GDbJRbkqNzh6jcWrkegKeC427W39Wc0pLcHjkgP1HImT_4IqnQ0y0/s1600/HowIWonANobelPrize.jpg&quot; width=&quot;106&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Rubin Institute is a haven for researchers, scientists,
and professors with skeletons in their closets.&amp;nbsp;
Helen, a very talented physicist whose specialty if superconductivity,
does not have a sketchy past, but her mentor/collaborator is now a persona non
grata as far as Cornell is concerned. In order to continue her research, she
and her husband, Hew, relocate to the island where the Institute is
located.&amp;nbsp; Hew’s liberal political slant
makes this move really distasteful for him, and his and Helen’s marriage
becomes somewhat rocky.&amp;nbsp; Helen suspects
him of having an affair with a woman who was raped by one of the Institute’s
residents, while she contemplates her own affair with her father’s favorite
author.&amp;nbsp; I am not a physics person, and I
found that the narrative having to do with Helen’s work was way over my head,
but I learned something in the process.&amp;nbsp;
I enjoyed the marital strife aspect of this book as well, since I could
definitely see both sides of their argument.&amp;nbsp;
Hew thinks that Helen should be more appalled about the crimes that the
Institute’s residents have committed, whereas Helen contends that she really
cannot do anything about it.&amp;nbsp; In any
case, the concept of banishing misbehaving intellectuals to an island where
they can continue to be productive without being policed or held accountable is
intriguing but also alarming.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/2401404151707399922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/2401404151707399922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/2401404151707399922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/2401404151707399922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/how-i-won-nobel-prize-by-julius-taranto.html' title='HOW I WON A NOBEL PRIZE by Julius Taranto'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4L5gr6mm80gDhM2kiT6Q9osts7ATNawMH8gzge2PCD3uk_k1ByHqvyV5Jt3uSZ93xchTjg1W7f-JiqXwp_c5pE4fV1hn0ivD7CWBWy511mIQFcFkvSvvetV3RTfaV5rsrQRO19GDbJRbkqNzh6jcWrkegKeC427W39Wc0pLcHjkgP1HImT_4IqnQ0y0/s72-c/HowIWonANobelPrize.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-8666080438824886338</id><published>2026-08-19T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-19T03:00:00.116-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5 stars"/><title type='text'>BURN by Peter Heller</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tt15LcCJfmdNsWRENGpYOeSsgfQjirubmh6pVgPi1gXAR5eJ5HQzDlKOtXG-TLpPR2CdPKwSZ-CDJ0c0a_934ceaz0QFNMYn95kHQTyRlymWfUNc_InTT9KIO2QOVbqNa5Vs-IW9BJosHFaq9jaWM1zS2t2wsvPSZgVYkF7VA0AKwT0tLmT-KzHOZ8Q/s160/Burn.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tt15LcCJfmdNsWRENGpYOeSsgfQjirubmh6pVgPi1gXAR5eJ5HQzDlKOtXG-TLpPR2CdPKwSZ-CDJ0c0a_934ceaz0QFNMYn95kHQTyRlymWfUNc_InTT9KIO2QOVbqNa5Vs-IW9BJosHFaq9jaWM1zS2t2wsvPSZgVYkF7VA0AKwT0tLmT-KzHOZ8Q/s1600/Burn.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jess and Storey, both in their thirties and best friends
since childhood, are hunting moose in Maine when they start encountering town
after town that has been burned to a crisp.&amp;nbsp;
Their own lives are obviously in danger as they gather snippets of
information, from a Canadian radio station no less, about what is going
on.&amp;nbsp; Soon their duo becomes a threesome,
and Jess finds that his primary reason to survive is to protect Storey and
Collie and get them all to a safe haven.&amp;nbsp;
Fortunately, Jess and Storey are rational, resourceful, and
compassionate, but when both factions in a civil war are unwilling to negotiate
with strangers, self-preservation becomes their number one objective.&amp;nbsp; Interleaved within this tale is Jess’s
backstory, particularly his relationship with Storey’s family, including an
incident that he has never had the courage to share with Storey.&amp;nbsp; Given that they may not make it home from
this trip, Jess is not sure that he wants to carry this burden to his grave,
but Storey, too, has secrets of his own.&amp;nbsp;
Their life-and-death journey, however, is the main reason to turn the
pages.&amp;nbsp; No one writes a better adventure
thriller than Peter Heller, and this novel is no exception.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/8666080438824886338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/8666080438824886338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8666080438824886338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8666080438824886338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/burn-by-peter-heller_01947595682.html' title='BURN by Peter Heller'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7tt15LcCJfmdNsWRENGpYOeSsgfQjirubmh6pVgPi1gXAR5eJ5HQzDlKOtXG-TLpPR2CdPKwSZ-CDJ0c0a_934ceaz0QFNMYn95kHQTyRlymWfUNc_InTT9KIO2QOVbqNa5Vs-IW9BJosHFaq9jaWM1zS2t2wsvPSZgVYkF7VA0AKwT0tLmT-KzHOZ8Q/s72-c/Burn.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-8119619112204314804</id><published>2026-08-18T14:01:18.940-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-18T14:02:22.122-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5 stars"/><title type='text'>THE LAST RANGER by Peter Heller</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoyPiyjL3hYgW4d-V23niV_0TA19lrdljLGaDVzDm7P6k6RcNlJi95vbrWw8SPDom1t_WNeENbk_40adT8XYwtVZ4TlAV_cHb7-9rgTgzfBhmMT7aNUfoGFjaOk2M0pPP2y6FvbDKHqt1HLS0Tu0baCRpTtKJJSy8LWeelP564yfshUu42Jnd8Gtpl5Q/s160/LastRanger.jpg&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;103&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoyPiyjL3hYgW4d-V23niV_0TA19lrdljLGaDVzDm7P6k6RcNlJi95vbrWw8SPDom1t_WNeENbk_40adT8XYwtVZ4TlAV_cHb7-9rgTgzfBhmMT7aNUfoGFjaOk2M0pPP2y6FvbDKHqt1HLS0Tu0baCRpTtKJJSy8LWeelP564yfshUu42Jnd8Gtpl5Q/s1600/LastRanger.jpg&quot; width=&quot;103&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ren Hopper is a Yellowstone enforcement ranger with lots of heroic
skills and lots of regrets.&amp;nbsp; He couldn’t
prevent his wife’s suicide nor his mother’s alcoholism, and he may have ruined
the life of a grieving young man.&amp;nbsp; The
main villain here, though, and the object of Ren’s constant ire, is humanity in
general, who largely have no respect for wild animals.&amp;nbsp; They are either hunting them for their pelts
or putting themselves in danger for a photo op with a predator.&amp;nbsp; Ren does what he can to rescue these latter
foolish ones, despite wishing he could just leave them to a grisly fate, but
the poachers are a threat to animals of both the two-legged and four-legged
variety.&amp;nbsp; Heller’s &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-guide-by-peter-heller.html&quot;&gt;The Guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is a better thriller, but this book has more heart and
soul, as Ren has to consider the motivations of hunters and vandals before he
throws the book at them.&amp;nbsp; He also has to
outsmart them by being one step ahead of them, and that’s sometimes a tall
order.&amp;nbsp; The author may wax eloquent a
little too often about the natural beauty of Montana, but these moments of
serenity are an occasional respite from the many emergencies Ren has to
address.&amp;nbsp; However, it’s Ren’s vacillation
between compassion and rage that makes his story so gripping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/8119619112204314804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/8119619112204314804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8119619112204314804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8119619112204314804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-last-ranger-by-peter-heller.html' title='THE LAST RANGER by Peter Heller'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkoyPiyjL3hYgW4d-V23niV_0TA19lrdljLGaDVzDm7P6k6RcNlJi95vbrWw8SPDom1t_WNeENbk_40adT8XYwtVZ4TlAV_cHb7-9rgTgzfBhmMT7aNUfoGFjaOk2M0pPP2y6FvbDKHqt1HLS0Tu0baCRpTtKJJSy8LWeelP564yfshUu42Jnd8Gtpl5Q/s72-c/LastRanger.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-109239835772136712</id><published>2026-08-17T14:37:37.679-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-17T14:37:37.679-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5 stars"/><title type='text'>THE GUIDE by Peter Heller</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNreqhcnZUkDiZe9jQNpLVWF_bAIK6NUnSBQdpBI1lJXu8lt3KfORPfsx0PXvL7fn66MZly5KS0r7sVVIlcfYc9YRQ56F1Ybg0fg-iMLRz4w1Y8L23PXJkpaQspCnR43PLSwBkxxk4zuNKiAKTtP9fNYO9shOhkDYNRo_Lq8S7XMjMxWYQR6fnpdR_3s/s160/Guide.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNreqhcnZUkDiZe9jQNpLVWF_bAIK6NUnSBQdpBI1lJXu8lt3KfORPfsx0PXvL7fn66MZly5KS0r7sVVIlcfYc9YRQ56F1Ybg0fg-iMLRz4w1Y8L23PXJkpaQspCnR43PLSwBkxxk4zuNKiAKTtP9fNYO9shOhkDYNRo_Lq8S7XMjMxWYQR6fnpdR_3s/s1600/Guide.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Twenty-five-year-old Jack is still grieving the death of
this best friend when he accepts a job as a fishing guide at a VIP resort.&amp;nbsp; His first client is a famous singer named
Alison, although he has never heard of her.&amp;nbsp;
Soon they become wary of the whole operation, as some of the other
clients are not fishing and come to breakfast looking pale and unhealthy, as
opposed to how normal they looked the day before.&amp;nbsp; Spa treatments don’t usually have such a
negative effect.&amp;nbsp; Alison and Jack team up
to discover what is going on behind the scenes, particularly at a compound next
door whose owner fires shots at trespassers.&amp;nbsp;
Clues abound, and we readers may catch on a little sooner than Jack and
Alison do, but once they start stirring the pot, mayhem erupts.&amp;nbsp; This book is a fast read, particularly since
it is difficult to put down and not particularly intricately plotted.&amp;nbsp; I love Peter Heller thrillers, and this one
is no exception, even when he waxes poetic about his love of nature.&amp;nbsp; I particularly enjoyed the dynamic between
Jack and Alison and her ability to hold her own when the going gets tough.&amp;nbsp; She’s not too shabby with a fly rod, either,
so that Jack admires her for all of the above.&amp;nbsp;
She also has a pretty good voice, which Jack barely gets the opportunity
to enjoy, what with all the other excitement.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/109239835772136712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/109239835772136712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/109239835772136712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/109239835772136712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-guide-by-peter-heller.html' title='THE GUIDE by Peter Heller'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNreqhcnZUkDiZe9jQNpLVWF_bAIK6NUnSBQdpBI1lJXu8lt3KfORPfsx0PXvL7fn66MZly5KS0r7sVVIlcfYc9YRQ56F1Ybg0fg-iMLRz4w1Y8L23PXJkpaQspCnR43PLSwBkxxk4zuNKiAKTtP9fNYO9shOhkDYNRo_Lq8S7XMjMxWYQR6fnpdR_3s/s72-c/Guide.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-8892386928944721136</id><published>2026-08-16T14:55:21.853-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-16T14:55:21.853-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>THE ORCHARD by Peter Heller</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6g30cTKc0Ze35Ju7wj7JGjs1dY-ajJD_GBqUyGkdgyfU7k96xnNYoDYoNFSxrA2u5FgsOp2LkvILqHf4oL7xr6TEo2xZk05qzRowkDH9TZJvmRliaLwhUe7TqZZSgqaLUs98Eu9WHTzIJcGz5YbMbav8SHuDzfllJCBhcm_ah_IWjPzDElTza7dVQaM/s160/Orchard.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;104&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6g30cTKc0Ze35Ju7wj7JGjs1dY-ajJD_GBqUyGkdgyfU7k96xnNYoDYoNFSxrA2u5FgsOp2LkvILqHf4oL7xr6TEo2xZk05qzRowkDH9TZJvmRliaLwhUe7TqZZSgqaLUs98Eu9WHTzIJcGz5YbMbav8SHuDzfllJCBhcm_ah_IWjPzDElTza7dVQaM/s1600/Orchard.jpg&quot; width=&quot;104&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;This
is my least favorite Peter Heller book, and it is not his usual adventure
story.&amp;nbsp; In fact, it seems to be three
characters in search of a plot, plus a slew of Chinese poetry.&amp;nbsp; This is just not my thing, although I love
Heller’s writing style and his three lovable characters here, unencumbered by a
storyline.&amp;nbsp; Frith and her mother, Hayley,
have decamped to a remote Vermont cabin to live off the land and off the grid,
although Hayley still translates ancient Chinese poetry as a side hustle to bring
in some real money.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise, they are
struggling to make ends meet by selling apples and maple syrup.&amp;nbsp; Rosie, a neighbor with a phone and the usual
conveniences, becomes a welcome fixture at the cabin and sort of an adopted
family member.&amp;nbsp; Firth narrates this story
from her adult perspective as she reflects on her unconventional
childhood.&amp;nbsp; I kept waiting for something
to blow up this idyll, but what finally happens, although fairly monumental,
isn’t sudden or unanticipated and doesn’t really disrupt the calm atmosphere of
the novel to a significant degree.&amp;nbsp; I
just needed more—a jolt of some sort or a trajectory toward something
unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/8892386928944721136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/8892386928944721136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8892386928944721136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/8892386928944721136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-orchard-by-peter-heller.html' title='THE ORCHARD by Peter Heller'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio6g30cTKc0Ze35Ju7wj7JGjs1dY-ajJD_GBqUyGkdgyfU7k96xnNYoDYoNFSxrA2u5FgsOp2LkvILqHf4oL7xr6TEo2xZk05qzRowkDH9TZJvmRliaLwhUe7TqZZSgqaLUs98Eu9WHTzIJcGz5YbMbav8SHuDzfllJCBhcm_ah_IWjPzDElTza7dVQaM/s72-c/Orchard.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003481309943985808.post-9159745833268161463</id><published>2026-08-11T15:14:47.402-07:00</published><updated>2026-08-11T15:14:47.403-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="3 stars"/><title type='text'>THE CEMETERY OF UNTOLD STORIES by Julia Alvarez</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnQolPEi-YQeXL-P-ftP8c-BUCip7BcUV_yqgy1ovnb7AxLVj6jRqX-HvcO52s10fs96q2BK1ImS1J0lfs4QMK66yci7792Bo9h1vcArjSAADth8LMwBoC-h7p_DOugwYf0NpkyZVkx0VqJkwqjNS4TJ1MSVmKuC2Puh8qYG4ZEmXS4p26rxkeC8ZjdM/s160/CemeteryOfUntoldStories.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;160&quot; data-original-width=&quot;106&quot; height=&quot;160&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnQolPEi-YQeXL-P-ftP8c-BUCip7BcUV_yqgy1ovnb7AxLVj6jRqX-HvcO52s10fs96q2BK1ImS1J0lfs4QMK66yci7792Bo9h1vcArjSAADth8LMwBoC-h7p_DOugwYf0NpkyZVkx0VqJkwqjNS4TJ1MSVmKuC2Puh8qYG4ZEmXS4p26rxkeC8ZjdM/s1600/CemeteryOfUntoldStories.jpg&quot; width=&quot;106&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alma Cruz has enjoyed a successful literary career in the
U.S., but now she has inherited a piece of land in her homeland—the Dominican
Republic.&amp;nbsp; She returns there with plans
to create a cemetery for all of her unfinished stories, and she literally
buries the manuscripts.&amp;nbsp; However, these
stories, particularly the ones about her father and about Bienvenida Trujillo,
refuse to be silent.&amp;nbsp; Alma hires a
neighbor woman, Filomena, as caretaker and as a listener for the buried
stories, which are narrated in this novel alongside those of Alma and Filomena.&amp;nbsp; I guess this is OK as far as magical realism
goes, but it didn’t quite work for me.&amp;nbsp; Bienvenida
Trujillo was the ex-wife of the murderous Dominican dictator, and apparently
there is scant info about her life after the marriage ended.&amp;nbsp; Alvarez paints a complete but obviously
somewhat fictional portrait of her that is one of the highlights of the novel,
possibly second only to Filomena’s backstory.&amp;nbsp;
Also, there’s a possible link between Filomena and one of the storytellers,
but we never find out for sure.&amp;nbsp; That
connection was the nugget that held my attention through the latter part of the
book, but the author just left me hanging.&amp;nbsp;
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is still my favorite Alvarez novel, by far.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;feed from Patti&#39;s Pages&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/feeds/9159745833268161463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6003481309943985808/9159745833268161463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/9159745833268161463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003481309943985808/posts/default/9159745833268161463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pattispages.blogspot.com/2026/08/the-cemetery-of-untold-stories-by-julia.html' title='THE CEMETERY OF UNTOLD STORIES by Julia Alvarez'/><author><name>PattisPages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17954902652432497263</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ0me-O1_qvbZEA9QtKw7eHCwLVHlTOUM5gZ12M0VyDNWtY3G0nB1fn7b6IFMCNeNeOMcpJHCadD6D_yjU46bxJUUZVO-t7xy_UJEH-jvEm2kRePQFpcTjiREThAny9EM/s220/pattimcroy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKnQolPEi-YQeXL-P-ftP8c-BUCip7BcUV_yqgy1ovnb7AxLVj6jRqX-HvcO52s10fs96q2BK1ImS1J0lfs4QMK66yci7792Bo9h1vcArjSAADth8LMwBoC-h7p_DOugwYf0NpkyZVkx0VqJkwqjNS4TJ1MSVmKuC2Puh8qYG4ZEmXS4p26rxkeC8ZjdM/s72-c/CemeteryOfUntoldStories.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>