<?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-216640926068407215</id><updated>2024-09-27T02:32:25.469+02:00</updated><category term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><category term="In English"/><category term="Lite av varje/ Misc."/><category term="Böcker för skolan/ Books för school"/><category term="Barn/ Children"/><category term="Bilder/ pictures"/><category term="Månadens böcker"/><category term="Ljudbok/ Audio book"/><title type='text'>The Poor Player</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog contains short reviews and thoughts on books in Swedish and in English as well as the occasional example of my photographic adventures!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>289</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-7443181834152064162</id><published>2010-03-28T15:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T15:31:18.718+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>2666</title><content type='html'>&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/AVvXsEgQio5VYs4AMgAmDygW3hlsE_C7iS20s7nbFdiBtE_m1MWb8qy49oSqZAhlGqkgI__-1Qigtcap-8vqwT4o45fqcvCzldnBXMRz5oxBOZrz3gxBJc_kwq8uwjSj2zzOMcy2XZNgb6C5VYY/s1600-h/2666.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQio5VYs4AMgAmDygW3hlsE_C7iS20s7nbFdiBtE_m1MWb8qy49oSqZAhlGqkgI__-1Qigtcap-8vqwT4o45fqcvCzldnBXMRz5oxBOZrz3gxBJc_kwq8uwjSj2zzOMcy2XZNgb6C5VYY/s200/2666.jpg&quot; width=&quot;127&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Title: &lt;i&gt;2666&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Author: Roberto Bolaño&lt;br /&gt;
Picador, 2009 (2004)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ladies and gentlemen, I advice you all to steer clear of this behemoth of macho intellectualism. As always, I am wary of lengthy novels but wanted to give this one a chance due to all the rave reviews. I shouldn&#39;t have bothered. I finished the first three parts (of five) and while I don&#39;t mind the post-modern, the intellectual or the challenging novel, it still has to be interesting and engaging. This was mostly boring. And - if a woman had written a novel so exclusively about women as Bolaño writes about men in 2666, it simply would not have been considered significant.&lt;br /&gt;
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Furthermore, apart from boring me, too often, in parts one and two, the third part contained a scene where a woman (yeah!) did not reach true climax until she was gang-banged simultaneously (mouth, vagina, anal) by unknown assailants (eeuwwww!) Since the last two parts of the novel seemed to be headed for the story of the abduction and murders of hundreds of women in Mexico, I just did not feel comfortable letting Bolaño take me down that particular road. So, in conclusion, spend your time on other books and the next time a man waxes lyrical over &lt;i&gt;2666 &lt;/i&gt;- give him a wide berth!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7443181834152064162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/7443181834152064162?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7443181834152064162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7443181834152064162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2010/03/2666.html' title='2666'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQio5VYs4AMgAmDygW3hlsE_C7iS20s7nbFdiBtE_m1MWb8qy49oSqZAhlGqkgI__-1Qigtcap-8vqwT4o45fqcvCzldnBXMRz5oxBOZrz3gxBJc_kwq8uwjSj2zzOMcy2XZNgb6C5VYY/s72-c/2666.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-6712859806863937901</id><published>2010-02-09T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:02:04.455+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>The Temple-Goers</title><content type='html'>&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/AVvXsEgQmQx0m3Rbycq0nwbUieBiKvvgegHSrLuRN1d9qb1FOec5WT_ajYKY5eaWVO2R7O4EAGZUnakHafrS1mrhBIby9SNbVtxz84c-pSjwRWGhVYENd7oZ2nki550ZVLVZbczTbGiO6cZfqeY/s1600-h/taseer.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmQx0m3Rbycq0nwbUieBiKvvgegHSrLuRN1d9qb1FOec5WT_ajYKY5eaWVO2R7O4EAGZUnakHafrS1mrhBIby9SNbVtxz84c-pSjwRWGhVYENd7oZ2nki550ZVLVZbczTbGiO6cZfqeY/s200/taseer.jpg&quot; width=&quot;131&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Title: &lt;i&gt;The Temple-Goers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Author: Aatish Taseer&lt;br /&gt;
Penguin/Viking, to be released March 2010&lt;br /&gt;
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This debuting author has been called the Indian Bret Easton Ellis, which does indeed point you in the right direction. However, expect more &lt;i&gt;Less Than Zero&lt;/i&gt; than &lt;i&gt;American Psycho&lt;/i&gt;. The setting is Delhi and the main character a young man returning from studies abroad to a life of wealth and leisure. However, lack of any real challenge in life, has left him alienated and slightly numbed. As he tries to create meaning for himself, by structuring his daily schedule, a second character, a foil, emerges.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aakash is his personal trainer and the initial description of him is high comedy. But this flamboyant, even clownish, persona turns sinister as cracks in the facade reveals a rage that lashes out at potential adversaries. The two central characters and their strange relationship is the true value of this reading experience. The female lead is far from as well drawn, and the city, Delhi reveals herself in glimpses but does not come alive as I think she was meant to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/6712859806863937901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/6712859806863937901?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/6712859806863937901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/6712859806863937901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2010/02/temple-goers.html' title='The Temple-Goers'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmQx0m3Rbycq0nwbUieBiKvvgegHSrLuRN1d9qb1FOec5WT_ajYKY5eaWVO2R7O4EAGZUnakHafrS1mrhBIby9SNbVtxz84c-pSjwRWGhVYENd7oZ2nki550ZVLVZbczTbGiO6cZfqeY/s72-c/taseer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-7057900044164332130</id><published>2010-02-05T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T20:09:32.384+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>The Children&#39;s Book</title><content type='html'>&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/AVvXsEhOBjE5ZIVX3vyrBPR0PkGdIv_fiL7EspqfsdYd23iMHD_qCRC9IGDoy36X_fypnTIydbrXxdhMOCusF2Fs-Gy7n6XNa0o2T-gZ9sKB0Wjq4BUXYX1DIUFLEpVK-3IVMWiHRBNLTMFntjk/s1600-h/byatt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBjE5ZIVX3vyrBPR0PkGdIv_fiL7EspqfsdYd23iMHD_qCRC9IGDoy36X_fypnTIydbrXxdhMOCusF2Fs-Gy7n6XNa0o2T-gZ9sKB0Wjq4BUXYX1DIUFLEpVK-3IVMWiHRBNLTMFntjk/s200/byatt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;130&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Title: &lt;i&gt;The Children&#39;s Book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Author: A.S. Byatt&lt;br /&gt;
Vintage, 2010 (2009)&lt;br /&gt;
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I usually think 600-page books are too long, but although this one could have been dieted down a bit, there actually is a certain point to its heft. It reflects the time and the characters of the work in a rather interesting way: the laborious ornamentation of the fin-de-siècle and the soon-to-be-pointless artfulness and intellectualism of the grown-ups.&lt;br /&gt;
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The story takes place from 1895-1919 and centers on a group of families bound together by their political ideas (Fabianism mainly) and family ties . But for all the beautiful and worthy principles they claim in theory, in practise thay are self-involved and narcissistic. The children bear the legacy and the Great War serves as a narrative full stop to all the fine ideas. What is left is something like distilled humanity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Byatt makes the turn of the century feel close enough too lick, and the characters are both interesting and engaging. The first half is the sharper one though, as the story-telling becomes somewhat blue-eyed towards the end. How many women really do become pregnant the first time they have sex? I admit it is a good trick to put a spin on a story, but you are only allowed to use it once per novel, I think.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7057900044164332130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/7057900044164332130?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7057900044164332130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7057900044164332130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2010/02/childrens-book.html' title='The Children&#39;s Book'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOBjE5ZIVX3vyrBPR0PkGdIv_fiL7EspqfsdYd23iMHD_qCRC9IGDoy36X_fypnTIydbrXxdhMOCusF2Fs-Gy7n6XNa0o2T-gZ9sKB0Wjq4BUXYX1DIUFLEpVK-3IVMWiHRBNLTMFntjk/s72-c/byatt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-8097644970909581712</id><published>2010-01-27T15:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:39:04.799+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>American Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bokhora.se/blog/wp-content/uploads/wwwrandomhousecom1.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;http://www.bokhora.se/blog/wp-content/uploads/wwwrandomhousecom1.gif&quot; width=&quot;131&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;i&gt;American Wife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Author: Curtis Sittenfeld&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Swan, 2009 (2008)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I am home sick, and since it is all but impossible to say something worthwhile about a novel in Twitterlength, I will sneak in a post on this interesting novel. Sittenfeld has used former first-lady Laura Bush&#39; life as a blueprint for the story and I can&#39;t help but think how weird it must be for Mrs. Bush to read about herself in this way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Despite the mild excitement of sneaking a fictional peek into the lives of such a debated couple, the novel raises important questions about culpability and responsibility. What choices does life push people to make and how inevitable are they? The answer, provided in the character of Alice Blackwell, aka L.B., is both empathic and unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8097644970909581712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/8097644970909581712?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8097644970909581712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8097644970909581712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2010/01/american-wife.html' title='American Wife'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-5181935931375996411</id><published>2009-07-27T12:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:57:20.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>Time, which I don&#39;t have that much of nowadays, waits for no man, or woman, and therefore I have downsized &lt;i&gt;The Poor Player&lt;/i&gt; to a microblog - &lt;i&gt;The Booksmoosch&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;The Poor Player&lt;/i&gt; will not be deleted, though, and updates from Twitter will be posted on your left. If you would rather visit me on Twitter, this is the address: www.twitter.com/thebooksmoosch.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/5181935931375996411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/5181935931375996411?isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/5181935931375996411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/5181935931375996411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/07/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-3997684825474616475</id><published>2009-05-26T19:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:14:50.275+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ljudbok/ Audio book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Doppler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDhK7GoqqrWkZGqJTPoJ4k_A-oPC-z4Jfeh_Zasm6874VyjDz820adsq0hf351ScAoT1EgV8EdEbKWaGlOKqBstUEqpyn0aCP13idpnTfzv0L3djlToBYmZMrQO_AC93q_TXml0qdlGI/s1600-h/getCover.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDhK7GoqqrWkZGqJTPoJ4k_A-oPC-z4Jfeh_Zasm6874VyjDz820adsq0hf351ScAoT1EgV8EdEbKWaGlOKqBstUEqpyn0aCP13idpnTfzv0L3djlToBYmZMrQO_AC93q_TXml0qdlGI/s200/getCover.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340179762082043970&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titel: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Doppler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Författare: Erlend Loe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Storyside, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uppläsare: lennart Jäkhel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loe introducerar Doppler genom att påtala hans enorma kuk, vilket gör att jag omedelbart blir misstänksam. Manliga författare som utrustar sin huvudkaraktär med ett voluminlst könsorgan lider ofta av distanslöshet till sin karaktär. Inte så i detta fallet. Jag antar att undantaget bekräftar regeln.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;När hans far dör, utvecklar Doppler en aversion mot folk och allmän duktighet. Han lämnar fru och barn och drar till skogs där han blir adoptivfar åt en liten älg vars mor han dödat. Naturligtvis håller inte detta självvalda utanförskap i längden. Jäkhel  är välvald som uppläsare och hans lakoniska, sävliga ton ger liv åt Doppler och de dråpliga siutationer han hamnar i. Trevlig läsning är det och jag kan tänka mig att läsa Loe igen.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3997684825474616475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/3997684825474616475?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3997684825474616475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3997684825474616475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/doppler.html' title='Doppler'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpDhK7GoqqrWkZGqJTPoJ4k_A-oPC-z4Jfeh_Zasm6874VyjDz820adsq0hf351ScAoT1EgV8EdEbKWaGlOKqBstUEqpyn0aCP13idpnTfzv0L3djlToBYmZMrQO_AC93q_TXml0qdlGI/s72-c/getCover.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-3436008948377880912</id><published>2009-05-25T19:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:31:56.067+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Sommardöden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6LtCT8Ba_WK4HMWzXtvXycY_N3gtVfaQ1o2O959-GOxh0V_qs7_Bx0tQhJ9B7uqSVeelIoctV5GvxRhoVrayxiqxGqKKCwfFdc0iJsY6X7uOBGweZ93NduwuxeSIf8c_vmndeSkbmi8/s1600-h/0056.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6LtCT8Ba_WK4HMWzXtvXycY_N3gtVfaQ1o2O959-GOxh0V_qs7_Bx0tQhJ9B7uqSVeelIoctV5GvxRhoVrayxiqxGqKKCwfFdc0iJsY6X7uOBGweZ93NduwuxeSIf8c_vmndeSkbmi8/s200/0056.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339814264072829906&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titel: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sommardöden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Författare: Mons Kallentoft&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pocketförlaget, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nej, om den första Malin Fors-deckaren var en positiv överraskning så var detta motsatsen. Ett incestoffer som i vuxen ålder klär på sig mask och kaninklor (från riktiga kaniner) och tvättar tonårstjejer i klorin innan hon våldtar dem med blå dildo och stryper dem, för att återuppväcka sin syster från de döda, tänjer lite för mycket på det trovärdigas gräns. Jag kommer att tänka efter både en och två gånger innan jag går på sista delen i den här trilogin.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3436008948377880912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/3436008948377880912?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3436008948377880912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3436008948377880912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/sommardoden.html' title='Sommardöden'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6LtCT8Ba_WK4HMWzXtvXycY_N3gtVfaQ1o2O959-GOxh0V_qs7_Bx0tQhJ9B7uqSVeelIoctV5GvxRhoVrayxiqxGqKKCwfFdc0iJsY6X7uOBGweZ93NduwuxeSIf8c_vmndeSkbmi8/s72-c/0056.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-2843456746261736339</id><published>2009-05-23T20:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:14:00.837+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Man in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEj1yv_j0LbajIVsswX_nokuInQQROBJMBKCkNnp3IDJzL72ZFyTKLlEeiM1kClnqQkZNSE0Q8ksR94uub_mEBRF4ygxLYv0V4LlteC-G9_pEerxTut_3EDa9Vac2I4ZMQS4r3SbkV_o/s1600-h/cov_man_in_the_dark.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 160px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEj1yv_j0LbajIVsswX_nokuInQQROBJMBKCkNnp3IDJzL72ZFyTKLlEeiM1kClnqQkZNSE0Q8ksR94uub_mEBRF4ygxLYv0V4LlteC-G9_pEerxTut_3EDa9Vac2I4ZMQS4r3SbkV_o/s200/cov_man_in_the_dark.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337238693167104050&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Man in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: Paul Auster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picador, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul Auster is a clever author. Post modern, in control. Something for the reader who might like to think of him- or herself as part of an intelligent, educated audience. Well, for once, it struck me while reading him that he might have hade some actual fun writing this. It is not perfect, but this is part of its charm. Auster lets the story grab him by the hand and see where it takes him. It&#39;s an Auster I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plot? August Brill, an old bed-ridden man invents a parallell world, in order to escape insomnia and a cruel reality. There, America has been plunged into civil war (due to the 2000 elections) and the main character is sent off to murder Brill since he is the creator of all the chaos.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2843456746261736339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/2843456746261736339?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/2843456746261736339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/2843456746261736339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-in-dark.html' title='Man in the Dark'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUEj1yv_j0LbajIVsswX_nokuInQQROBJMBKCkNnp3IDJzL72ZFyTKLlEeiM1kClnqQkZNSE0Q8ksR94uub_mEBRF4ygxLYv0V4LlteC-G9_pEerxTut_3EDa9Vac2I4ZMQS4r3SbkV_o/s72-c/cov_man_in_the_dark.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-3895195957452676631</id><published>2009-05-21T17:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:18:00.704+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ljudbok/ Audio book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Afrikanen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_luZW0kmDo-AzWm-ZAKPFFM5ntNw2h3cPiUIB4wef7hMZWF-nWEnLzX3MHAwVmHg_TYxVT8KAJdrwlqQX-8_iHU27JTuxCK0TIZBuHa4-b2RE1rCRRX_dmEjjL7MKt4DRQ16a-l8Ssw/s1600-h/getCover.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_luZW0kmDo-AzWm-ZAKPFFM5ntNw2h3cPiUIB4wef7hMZWF-nWEnLzX3MHAwVmHg_TYxVT8KAJdrwlqQX-8_iHU27JTuxCK0TIZBuHa4-b2RE1rCRRX_dmEjjL7MKt4DRQ16a-l8Ssw/s200/getCover.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337183838965501202&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titel: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Afrikanen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Författare: J.M.G. Le Clézio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonnier Audio, 2008 (2005)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uppläsare: Krister Henriksson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I den här novellan berättar Le Clézio om sin barndoms minnen från Afrika där han bodde under ett par år med sin familj när fadern arbetade där som läkare. Större delen av berättelsen fokuseras dock på pappan som var stationerad i Afrika i över tjugo år, och det är också han som åsyftas i bokens titel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barndomen glimtas bara och avståndet dit är stort för Le Clézio. Upplevelsen har bleknat. Kvar finns endast en schimär och det är genom att analysera faderns smärtsamma relation till kontinenten som han återerövrar sina egna minnen. Henriksson är ett väldigt lyckat val som uppläsare. Orden ramlar som försiktigt formulerade skatter ut hans mun, och förhöjer upplevelsen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3895195957452676631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/3895195957452676631?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3895195957452676631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3895195957452676631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/afrikanen.html' title='Afrikanen'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_luZW0kmDo-AzWm-ZAKPFFM5ntNw2h3cPiUIB4wef7hMZWF-nWEnLzX3MHAwVmHg_TYxVT8KAJdrwlqQX-8_iHU27JTuxCK0TIZBuHa4-b2RE1rCRRX_dmEjjL7MKt4DRQ16a-l8Ssw/s72-c/getCover.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-38934834808302227</id><published>2009-05-19T20:02:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:02:00.983+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ljudbok/ Audio book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Jag vill inte dö, jag vill bara inte leva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08v96zDfQbJOiggLS25FzYi_NRaNS1azqv_jFQvrWLSpEKW_PUhxa6ho-jgflzaoMxS9_ssyv9US6cUCCalbQHHSqOBTLwwxJ7swr8tUbLR9ioXyVZpsPplClzTC3Bci4Kt0DoDVO0FI/s1600-h/9186229230.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 130px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08v96zDfQbJOiggLS25FzYi_NRaNS1azqv_jFQvrWLSpEKW_PUhxa6ho-jgflzaoMxS9_ssyv9US6cUCCalbQHHSqOBTLwwxJ7swr8tUbLR9ioXyVZpsPplClzTC3Bci4Kt0DoDVO0FI/s200/9186229230.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335741790464799058&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titel: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Jag vill inte dö, jag vill bara inte leva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Författare: Ann Heberlein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earbooks AB, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uppläsare: Marie Richardson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Den här högst personliga, självutlämnande betraktelsen av manodepressivitet och självmord borde alla läsa. Förutom Heberleins engagerande berättelse, finns här en viktig insikt att göra, nämligen den att har man inte upplevt ångest, riktig ångest, så vet man inte hur det känns. Man måste bara acceptera att den finns. Själmord i synnerhet skärskådas från alla upptänkliga synvinklar, och Heberlein väver bekvämt in filosofers, författares, men även vanliga människors syn på saken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Richardson handskas fint med texten som innehåller många upprepningar (det enda jag irriterade mig lite på), och hon funkar fint i mitt öra. Dock är hennes engelska väl svenskklingande när hon läser citat på språket.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/38934834808302227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/38934834808302227?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/38934834808302227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/38934834808302227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/jag-vill-inte-do-jag-vill-bara-inte.html' title='Jag vill inte dö, jag vill bara inte leva'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg08v96zDfQbJOiggLS25FzYi_NRaNS1azqv_jFQvrWLSpEKW_PUhxa6ho-jgflzaoMxS9_ssyv9US6cUCCalbQHHSqOBTLwwxJ7swr8tUbLR9ioXyVZpsPplClzTC3Bci4Kt0DoDVO0FI/s72-c/9186229230.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-732703133338171495</id><published>2009-05-17T12:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:32:00.599+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Böcker för skolan/ Books för school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayHpawePYMVNi6Kn64vlBINSjtuvNvLTfglmq5UDG2-tcSh3kjH3zk1v2NmJwLkn7IjaChncs0Vwmak9-qow3UdJFuhQSNofhbCdgQan0nHJUtDfxvUlxVWo01OXNm1m1KWWszAeg2CM/s1600-h/kite.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 195px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayHpawePYMVNi6Kn64vlBINSjtuvNvLTfglmq5UDG2-tcSh3kjH3zk1v2NmJwLkn7IjaChncs0Vwmak9-qow3UdJFuhQSNofhbCdgQan0nHJUtDfxvUlxVWo01OXNm1m1KWWszAeg2CM/s200/kite.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334644609718675010&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: Khaled Hosseini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloomsbury, 2004 (2003)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This famous novel about a young, wealthy Afghani boy and his servant friend will be remembered as one of the great novels of the decade. After using it in class (English B-course and Swedish A-course) many times, I have still not tired of it. The way Hosseini plaits the story of Amir&#39;s and Hassan&#39;s lives, their past, and their futures, gets me everytime. Some things will truly be too late: words you should have said, actions you should have taken. But, it is never to late to seek atonement though self-reflection and change.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/732703133338171495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/732703133338171495?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/732703133338171495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/732703133338171495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayHpawePYMVNi6Kn64vlBINSjtuvNvLTfglmq5UDG2-tcSh3kjH3zk1v2NmJwLkn7IjaChncs0Vwmak9-qow3UdJFuhQSNofhbCdgQan0nHJUtDfxvUlxVWo01OXNm1m1KWWszAeg2CM/s72-c/kite.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-8675722068850055556</id><published>2009-05-15T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:49:25.050+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ljudbok/ Audio book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Midvinterblot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6ZWL2sha4txoDhdDOpFS5bap66hkMfl_mrvraxOzfq2Nrr-rSsLLXY9hKw6UzrFzPv1j6hcOChRwOC0pu25Y7pU5AhDe-u82mWeXHp8G01BPV_ul5_VTY4Sz8jcDY1k0vLVjrj-nz1Y/s1600-h/midvinterblod.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327205665784131506&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6ZWL2sha4txoDhdDOpFS5bap66hkMfl_mrvraxOzfq2Nrr-rSsLLXY9hKw6UzrFzPv1j6hcOChRwOC0pu25Y7pU5AhDe-u82mWeXHp8G01BPV_ul5_VTY4Sz8jcDY1k0vLVjrj-nz1Y/s200/midvinterblod.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titel: &lt;em&gt;Midvinterblod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Författare: Mons Kallentoft&lt;br /&gt;Storyside AB, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uppläsare: Torsten Wahlund&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jag var nära att sluta lyssna på den här. Wahlunds röst mullrade mörkt och jag hörde knappt vad han sa, och jag tyckte hans ton gav något överdrivet ödesmättat, melodramatiskt åt innehållet. Sedan vande jag mig. Och började längta efter att gå till jobbet så att jag skulle få lyssna på vägen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Här finns inga horder av dödsoffer. Ett räcker, men lite snyggt pusslande med en skygg familj på bygden, ett våldtäktsoffer och lite asariter räcker bra för att göra den här deckaren till en riktigt spännande historia. Uppföljaren är inköpt.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8675722068850055556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/8675722068850055556?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8675722068850055556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8675722068850055556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/midvinterblot.html' title='Midvinterblot'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6ZWL2sha4txoDhdDOpFS5bap66hkMfl_mrvraxOzfq2Nrr-rSsLLXY9hKw6UzrFzPv1j6hcOChRwOC0pu25Y7pU5AhDe-u82mWeXHp8G01BPV_ul5_VTY4Sz8jcDY1k0vLVjrj-nz1Y/s72-c/midvinterblod.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-3190037188003253432</id><published>2009-05-13T20:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:26:00.180+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>The Dirt - bekännelser från världens mest ökända rockband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATWwQacEctYQ_8OXt4dDmCqcnJ9bftk9dzdOGPfzlc0QO0BFK31NN9swNOTWDpdLK9IZBpXqA45LT9DNYvvGG9ORw8_bgT7mtObqBI3eJtwUDKWOR0z5mZGVloRtCRW8yTu06kTxbON0/s1600-h/61106.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 122px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATWwQacEctYQ_8OXt4dDmCqcnJ9bftk9dzdOGPfzlc0QO0BFK31NN9swNOTWDpdLK9IZBpXqA45LT9DNYvvGG9ORw8_bgT7mtObqBI3eJtwUDKWOR0z5mZGVloRtCRW8yTu06kTxbON0/s200/61106.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634881949533698&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titel: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Dirt - bekännelser från världens mest ökända rockband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Författare: Mötley Crüe och Neil Strauss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pocketförlaget, 2006 (2001)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Detta är ett snitsigt ihopsnickrat stycke rockhistoria som både roar, äcklar och gör en heligt förbannad. Vilka svin! Vilka stories! Vilka sorgliga ursäkter! Men ändå, vilken rak och för det mesta ärligt berättad biografi. Jag kan inte hjälpa att åtminstone Nikki Sixx och Mick Mars vinner min respekt, trots alla svinerier de bjuder på. Vince Neil och Tommy Lee har jag svårare för; de verkar liksom inte ha fattat något. Men jag kan å andra sidan inte låta bli att inse att den här biografin inte skrevs för att vinna någons respekt eller förståelse utan av samma anledning som de spelar musik: för att bjuda på en riktigt sjuhelvetes jävla rockerresa. Och det lyckas de med. Jag kommer inte att glömma den här i första taget.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3190037188003253432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/3190037188003253432?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3190037188003253432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3190037188003253432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/dirt-bekannelser-fran-varldens-mest.html' title='The Dirt - bekännelser från världens mest ökända rockband'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATWwQacEctYQ_8OXt4dDmCqcnJ9bftk9dzdOGPfzlc0QO0BFK31NN9swNOTWDpdLK9IZBpXqA45LT9DNYvvGG9ORw8_bgT7mtObqBI3eJtwUDKWOR0z5mZGVloRtCRW8yTu06kTxbON0/s72-c/61106.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-2350893520588606627</id><published>2009-05-11T12:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:21:00.175+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Submarine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViyIeULcd16nX6qGPMVxqvRZJFWv4IUKwY12w71p2Foy0mi5m3S6cj8aXELgWALKZ3AvCEJYVi_1cLIypx2mXyamJJQIz-Dv3S3KF8MV7SgDDakOW_ZbA5bdCFeJiYg-1p3kFrvmEozc/s1600-h/9780241143964H.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViyIeULcd16nX6qGPMVxqvRZJFWv4IUKwY12w71p2Foy0mi5m3S6cj8aXELgWALKZ3AvCEJYVi_1cLIypx2mXyamJJQIz-Dv3S3KF8MV7SgDDakOW_ZbA5bdCFeJiYg-1p3kFrvmEozc/s200/9780241143964H.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331541789469661538&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Submarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: Joe Dunthorne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penguin, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This debut novel has been likened to &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;The Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt; by several prominent reviewers, and the spirit of Holden Caulfield certainly lives on in the character of 15-year-old Oliver Tate. It certainly tickles my funny bone on more than one occasion, and I guess it is the teenage combo of sure-fire cockiness and monstrous insecurity that endears me so to a lanky youth who gets wildly drunk, breaks into his hot mother&#39;s supposed lover and punctures holes in said lover&#39;s heart-shaped hot-water bottle. Sad, sure, but oh so genious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only catch is, I have never known such linguistically astute, quirkily smart teenagers in my life. Where are they? Do they exist? And although I do know about promiscuous youngsters (isn&#39;t that a fun word?), I just don&#39;t buy a formerly bullied fat girl, now thin, gyrating against our lucky hero, screaming &quot;I want you right up inside me&quot; and &quot;That&#39;s it - lick my tits!&quot;. Come on.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2350893520588606627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/2350893520588606627?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/2350893520588606627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/2350893520588606627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/submarine.html' title='Submarine'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViyIeULcd16nX6qGPMVxqvRZJFWv4IUKwY12w71p2Foy0mi5m3S6cj8aXELgWALKZ3AvCEJYVi_1cLIypx2mXyamJJQIz-Dv3S3KF8MV7SgDDakOW_ZbA5bdCFeJiYg-1p3kFrvmEozc/s72-c/9780241143964H.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-3771402321444833770</id><published>2009-05-09T12:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T12:30:01.069+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Böcker för skolan/ Books för school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>I taket lyser stjärnorna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60Xh4rs5Z56lUoF50Vso8HN9k1lyyTvgisuwpGS_Ub5z7ejQJMRcpd-ZVN5jLxgFBfKLgRKnX987ovn_lmzQD5Ap7Nh_3LaS36Jw8PnZa0BIqz5rmsJCqIMQjgkolopoSJ3zXABA7VRs/s1600-h/9789170011580.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 186px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60Xh4rs5Z56lUoF50Vso8HN9k1lyyTvgisuwpGS_Ub5z7ejQJMRcpd-ZVN5jLxgFBfKLgRKnX987ovn_lmzQD5Ap7Nh_3LaS36Jw8PnZa0BIqz5rmsJCqIMQjgkolopoSJ3zXABA7VRs/s200/9789170011580.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331543293614896898&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titel: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;I taket lyser stjärnorna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Författare: Johanna Thydell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Månpocket, 2004&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om det klyshiga uttrycket &quot;att gråta floder&quot; säger något positivt om en roman så har det aldrig varit mer lämpligt att använda än här. Jenna är fjorton år och förlorar sin mamma i cancer och vägen dit är både lång och svår. Det blir aldrig Hollywood-smetigt eller vuxenförmyndaraktigt utan Jennas röst känns trovärdig hela vägen fram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jag läste romanen med en halvklass ettor i SvA och de var positiva.  Dessutom hade de mycket klokt att säga i sina läsloggar vilket genererade flera höga betyg, och det är naturligtvis roligt ur ett professionellt perspektiv.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3771402321444833770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/3771402321444833770?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3771402321444833770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3771402321444833770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-taket-lyser-stjarnorna.html' title='I taket lyser stjärnorna'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60Xh4rs5Z56lUoF50Vso8HN9k1lyyTvgisuwpGS_Ub5z7ejQJMRcpd-ZVN5jLxgFBfKLgRKnX987ovn_lmzQD5Ap7Nh_3LaS36Jw8PnZa0BIqz5rmsJCqIMQjgkolopoSJ3zXABA7VRs/s72-c/9789170011580.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-8694425358460011960</id><published>2009-05-07T17:44:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T20:29:09.707+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Böcker för skolan/ Books för school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>How to be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwaUhtOlkW7efBdjIXVlzcBC1TbatfE_YVneuSrkDBldyD3t7ho7ZYjoSxfTTlmUT-fE1-yTXw4FyqTgps2XdNLGfMFIwKzPYOuuJKM1rrGj91yCihU_1uiY2AR6tKR54p2Ii-ffYpBk/s1600-h/51R81TQZZ2L._SS500_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331536532980352962&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwaUhtOlkW7efBdjIXVlzcBC1TbatfE_YVneuSrkDBldyD3t7ho7ZYjoSxfTTlmUT-fE1-yTXw4FyqTgps2XdNLGfMFIwKzPYOuuJKM1rrGj91yCihU_1uiY2AR6tKR54p2Ii-ffYpBk/s200/51R81TQZZ2L._SS500_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;How to be Good&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: Nick Hornby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penguin, 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people find this novel funny. I think it is the darkest novel by Hornby to date. The novel is based on the premise that if you have the means to do good, you should. And, I assume, for people who find this idea preposterously bizarre the novel will appear humorous. The kind of humor that makes you laugh when people fall on their asses. I just feel the heaviness of Western, middle-class, privilege on my shoulders. In the end, Hornby recues the reader with a final message: first, you have to take care of yourself and the people close to you, then you can start bothering about saving the world. So, I better get cracking on my loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a bit too grown-up for the students. The intricasies of marriage, age and complacency is not something that immediatly speaks to you when you are 17 going on 18 And maybe it shouldn&#39;t.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8694425358460011960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/8694425358460011960?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8694425358460011960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8694425358460011960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-be-good.html' title='How to be Good'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglwaUhtOlkW7efBdjIXVlzcBC1TbatfE_YVneuSrkDBldyD3t7ho7ZYjoSxfTTlmUT-fE1-yTXw4FyqTgps2XdNLGfMFIwKzPYOuuJKM1rrGj91yCihU_1uiY2AR6tKR54p2Ii-ffYpBk/s72-c/51R81TQZZ2L._SS500_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-8887029582541911051</id><published>2009-05-05T17:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:43:00.921+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Böcker för skolan/ Books för school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Tenderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMU_6YWGBA3B42RHdNWtDk2ET_ujs6P9pMYsBUD-65M1-3wWHV5jkWQZM-rXil5efrE-S4AgNd2STMdtlcnGVDJIn0D9pM9vQPuN8dCFZ66GGaV6aOMI9NBgEk4BHN3XQgwFtNxQKIR8/s1600-h/tenderness.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMU_6YWGBA3B42RHdNWtDk2ET_ujs6P9pMYsBUD-65M1-3wWHV5jkWQZM-rXil5efrE-S4AgNd2STMdtlcnGVDJIn0D9pM9vQPuN8dCFZ66GGaV6aOMI9NBgEk4BHN3XQgwFtNxQKIR8/s200/tenderness.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331534027244695906&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Tenderness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: Robert Cormier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puffin Books, 1998&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had my students read this novel a few times on the B-course. No major complaints have been heard of so I expect many think it is at least okay, if not fantastic. I quite like it myself. It is a bit quirky and I like the idea of a psychopath teenager&#39;s plans of murder and mayhem being foiled due to his one un-selfish act in life. &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8887029582541911051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/8887029582541911051?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8887029582541911051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8887029582541911051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/tenderness.html' title='Tenderness'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMU_6YWGBA3B42RHdNWtDk2ET_ujs6P9pMYsBUD-65M1-3wWHV5jkWQZM-rXil5efrE-S4AgNd2STMdtlcnGVDJIn0D9pM9vQPuN8dCFZ66GGaV6aOMI9NBgEk4BHN3XQgwFtNxQKIR8/s72-c/tenderness.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-7330155276408724089</id><published>2009-05-03T11:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:49:50.929+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Six Suspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrwrld7GWDnN6jomCA3_EloNlI6RuqbNS5jiExpxCbloVpSqY1H9x2I-WklrsXl-oQWn6wDCk5DQZOiMegRyUwWTrmoDXG458ZqZ4Z-wn6lUpXCmM0nX2c62zOteea25Oq6HUnSeTBVo/s1600-h/51TYuUt7dcL._SS500_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrwrld7GWDnN6jomCA3_EloNlI6RuqbNS5jiExpxCbloVpSqY1H9x2I-WklrsXl-oQWn6wDCk5DQZOiMegRyUwWTrmoDXG458ZqZ4Z-wn6lUpXCmM0nX2c62zOteea25Oq6HUnSeTBVo/s200/51TYuUt7dcL._SS500_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331532627552736370&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Six Suspects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: Vikras Swarup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black Swan, 2009 (2008)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember not being impressed by Swarup&#39;s last novel, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/span&gt;. But, since that novel is now a smash hit on the silver screen (with the new, cooler, name &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;), I decided to give his latest creation a chance. Well, I shouldn&#39;t have bothered. It&#39;s clumsily structured and plods on and on and on, with no end in sight. So, what I&#39;ve learnt is this: maybe shitty novels can have a second life as brilliant movies, since the opposite is so often true.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7330155276408724089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/7330155276408724089?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7330155276408724089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7330155276408724089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/05/title-six-suspects-author-vikras-swarup.html' title='Six Suspects'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrwrld7GWDnN6jomCA3_EloNlI6RuqbNS5jiExpxCbloVpSqY1H9x2I-WklrsXl-oQWn6wDCk5DQZOiMegRyUwWTrmoDXG458ZqZ4Z-wn6lUpXCmM0nX2c62zOteea25Oq6HUnSeTBVo/s72-c/51TYuUt7dcL._SS500_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-2858023675350640008</id><published>2009-04-22T20:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:39:00.881+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lite av varje/ Misc."/><title type='text'>Talboken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBZgahYJpjyRIMXP61UsjRtNUoOLJ_yEpfXYLYHgSPdkHEbwndGdAF8poAluiOim5y7OBD-8OgoH1dFzk-XsTy6b2magbI7UAGCnSawrUrzMbBkJephCZMForgbVNb9dOggjdImYMxxo/s1600-h/ill_book_phone.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326475129519152130&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBZgahYJpjyRIMXP61UsjRtNUoOLJ_yEpfXYLYHgSPdkHEbwndGdAF8poAluiOim5y7OBD-8OgoH1dFzk-XsTy6b2magbI7UAGCnSawrUrzMbBkJephCZMForgbVNb9dOggjdImYMxxo/s200/ill_book_phone.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;En ny mobiltelefon kan få en att göra mycket! Till exempel prova talböcker. Detta är ett fenomen jag varit ytterst motsträvig till, men som jag får erkänna har sina fördelar. Genom att ladda ner Storytel (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.storytel.se/&quot;&gt;www.storytel.se&lt;/a&gt;) i min mobil kan jag lätt välja mellan ett tusental titlar - även på engelska - och betala gör jag i efterhand på min faktura för telefonen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Premiärboken blev &lt;em&gt;Mitt liv så här långt&lt;/em&gt; av Jane Fonda och jag laddade ner den styckevis för ett sammanlagt pris av 150 kr. Det känns inte som om man får riktigt lika mycket för pengarna som när man köper och får en faktisk bok i sin hand, det kan jag inte påstå, men för alla typer av personer med pressat tidsschema är det här ett bra alternativ. Jag promenerar till och från jobb varje dag och det tog ungefär två veckor att &quot;läsa&quot; boken. Den lugnare lästakten gjorde för min del att jag tog åt mig boken bättre, funderade på den och smälte den med jämna mellanrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;För mig blir nog mp3-böcker ett bättre alternativ än Storytel (jag gillar inte att betala när det roliga redan är över) och inget kan mäta sig med det härliga bläddrandet, slukandet av en bok, men som komplement fungerar det utmärkt!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/2858023675350640008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/2858023675350640008?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/2858023675350640008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/2858023675350640008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/talboken.html' title='Talboken!'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBZgahYJpjyRIMXP61UsjRtNUoOLJ_yEpfXYLYHgSPdkHEbwndGdAF8poAluiOim5y7OBD-8OgoH1dFzk-XsTy6b2magbI7UAGCnSawrUrzMbBkJephCZMForgbVNb9dOggjdImYMxxo/s72-c/ill_book_phone.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-3985215688875308447</id><published>2009-04-21T20:27:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:27:00.325+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Böcker för skolan/ Books för school"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Den unge Werthers lidanden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWB_uf7tocGmhSvAikvS0fOn-8wcabmt12b02D8Qe6xurhnnt2BZa4hhxCJu_rM3WuDVaXNzVTKcpalylHKtY_aU2Pjc3OiLX0O3wzDh_D351tlYfu47CZqLszFqAcsqEO503gdLUvL4/s1600-h/Werther.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326471131671620050&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWB_uf7tocGmhSvAikvS0fOn-8wcabmt12b02D8Qe6xurhnnt2BZa4hhxCJu_rM3WuDVaXNzVTKcpalylHKtY_aU2Pjc3OiLX0O3wzDh_D351tlYfu47CZqLszFqAcsqEO503gdLUvL4/s200/Werther.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titel: &lt;em&gt;Den unge Werthers lidanden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Författare: J.W. von Goethe&lt;br /&gt;Tidens förlag, ? (1774)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag har bara läst den här misärfrossan till roman en gång tidigare, när jag läste litteraturvetenskap i Lund, och redan då lovade jag mig själv att jag aldrig igen skulle utsätta mig själv eller någon stackars intet ont anandes elev för den. Ja, livets nycker äro outgrundliga och genom en elevdemokratisk åtgärd som gick horribelt fel, har jag nyligen gjort just detta. Det enda skillnaden den här gången var att i stället för att få mig att avlida av skär uttråkning gjorde Werther mig heligt förbannad med sin aldrig sinande, självupptagna, elitistiska, pinsamma kärlek. Och till min förvåning kan en sådan läsupplevelse ha en viss charm.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/3985215688875308447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/3985215688875308447?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3985215688875308447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/3985215688875308447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/den-unge-werthers-lidanden.html' title='Den unge Werthers lidanden'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWB_uf7tocGmhSvAikvS0fOn-8wcabmt12b02D8Qe6xurhnnt2BZa4hhxCJu_rM3WuDVaXNzVTKcpalylHKtY_aU2Pjc3OiLX0O3wzDh_D351tlYfu47CZqLszFqAcsqEO503gdLUvL4/s72-c/Werther.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-4343269810218751659</id><published>2009-04-20T16:53:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:53:00.136+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>102 minuter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-VIkBu2iHCaMX_ZJe29BoL4PAqygQKl86pcG9QOYIgzKIWg2a00-Syimg3AvOOW3LcAxKVsJVwaMhN-xDWSoNt46pgvUVBzEd23Zffvh8oHpQje4T1DEnRBdgemgKz0t0_DzaStytTU/s1600-h/102+minuter.bmp&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326044907330266450&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-VIkBu2iHCaMX_ZJe29BoL4PAqygQKl86pcG9QOYIgzKIWg2a00-Syimg3AvOOW3LcAxKVsJVwaMhN-xDWSoNt46pgvUVBzEd23Zffvh8oHpQje4T1DEnRBdgemgKz0t0_DzaStytTU/s200/102+minuter.bmp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titel: &lt;em&gt;102 minuter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Författare: Jim Dwyer och Kevin Flynn&lt;br /&gt;Bra böcker, 2008 (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den här reportageboken beskriver förloppet från det att första planet flyger in i WTC till det att det sista tornet rasar - 102 minuter tog det, därav namnet. Jag erkänner att jag köpte den på grund av en nyfikenhet jag skäms lite för. Hela händelsen är så makabert fascinerande av den enkla anledningen att den är min generations historiska markör. Jag vet inte ens vad jag ska jämföra den med. Grisbukten? Mordet på Kennedy? Något ditåt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Däremot oroade det mig att boken skulle vara smaskig och spekulativ. Det var inte det jag var ute efter. Därför kan jag lättad meddela att den är vad ett reportage ska vara: registrerande, analyserande och grundad på gedigna efterforskningar. Jag kan absolut rekommendera den och det förvånar mig att de intressanta slutsatserna inte fått större utrymme i (svensk) media.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/4343269810218751659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/4343269810218751659?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/4343269810218751659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/4343269810218751659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/102-minuter.html' title='102 minuter'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-VIkBu2iHCaMX_ZJe29BoL4PAqygQKl86pcG9QOYIgzKIWg2a00-Syimg3AvOOW3LcAxKVsJVwaMhN-xDWSoNt46pgvUVBzEd23Zffvh8oHpQje4T1DEnRBdgemgKz0t0_DzaStytTU/s72-c/102+minuter.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-8803878289485819652</id><published>2009-04-19T12:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:48:00.539+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Kept -A Victorian Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6FgAMrEsx16tBxO5LiBoKnGniIWdh6xG30bqNDvvqqSaaNzOv730ApisON5Sg8g2J1npVHP6kafIjtQ-EsOdyoUMWB0kyaYReNOLrsTc4ZbdW8LW6D_P9UkQ3S_eDipGdcmZZzjjLwIQ/s1600-h/kept.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325985037345798706&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6FgAMrEsx16tBxO5LiBoKnGniIWdh6xG30bqNDvvqqSaaNzOv730ApisON5Sg8g2J1npVHP6kafIjtQ-EsOdyoUMWB0kyaYReNOLrsTc4ZbdW8LW6D_P9UkQ3S_eDipGdcmZZzjjLwIQ/s200/kept.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;em&gt;Kept - A Victorian Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Author: D.J. Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vintage, 2007 (2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been a while since I enjoyed this well-crafted historical novel and for anyone who has a thing for mad women in attics, London slum and sly, sinister men, this is well worth a read. From a genre that has exploded in recent years, and quite often aims for the bodice-ripping side of things, this is a gem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8803878289485819652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/8803878289485819652?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8803878289485819652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8803878289485819652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/kept-victorian-mystery.html' title='Kept -A Victorian Mystery'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6FgAMrEsx16tBxO5LiBoKnGniIWdh6xG30bqNDvvqqSaaNzOv730ApisON5Sg8g2J1npVHP6kafIjtQ-EsOdyoUMWB0kyaYReNOLrsTc4ZbdW8LW6D_P9UkQ3S_eDipGdcmZZzjjLwIQ/s72-c/kept.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-1293774412989321882</id><published>2009-04-18T12:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:49:25.050+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ljudbok/ Audio book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>Mitt liv så här långt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhny_uUynkzhLfrrxCE5w3oTZEwTQ9DqhkZpv0P99e5VCCkhk1DeHMemzYJnL4UXQfmg2bVo8ofQBzBzkxCE7ccuUvFmVZCwzp7djteeMoc7ddNuJgh4KG_lQ1rtV_1hukJvXpJtEXZHZs/s1600-h/918525178X.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325976324682849906&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhny_uUynkzhLfrrxCE5w3oTZEwTQ9DqhkZpv0P99e5VCCkhk1DeHMemzYJnL4UXQfmg2bVo8ofQBzBzkxCE7ccuUvFmVZCwzp7djteeMoc7ddNuJgh4KG_lQ1rtV_1hukJvXpJtEXZHZs/s200/918525178X.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Titel: &lt;em&gt;Mitt liv så här långt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Författare: Jane Fonda&lt;br /&gt;Brombergs, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Talbok (Bibi Andersson läste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jag måste nog säga att min kunskap om Fonda innan jag lyssnade till hennes biografi var begränsad. &quot;Gymdrottning&quot; var det första jag tänkte på när jag hörde hennes namn. Sedan, &quot;Barbarella&quot; och &quot;aktivist&quot;. Att hon har levt ett mångsidigt liv råder det ingen tvekan om och kanske är det just hennes öppenhet och vilja att utvecklas som gör henne till en så fascinerande person. Alla de spännande ingredienserna till trots: barndomen med ikonen Fonda till pappa, åren som antikrigsaktivist och berättelserna från Hollywood, så är det den klokskap hon samlat på sig som kvinna och människa, och som hon förmedlar på ett sådant rakt och osentimentalt sätt, som gör störst intryck på mig.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/1293774412989321882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/1293774412989321882?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/1293774412989321882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/1293774412989321882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/titel-mitt-liv-sa-har-langt-forfattare.html' title='Mitt liv så här långt'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhny_uUynkzhLfrrxCE5w3oTZEwTQ9DqhkZpv0P99e5VCCkhk1DeHMemzYJnL4UXQfmg2bVo8ofQBzBzkxCE7ccuUvFmVZCwzp7djteeMoc7ddNuJgh4KG_lQ1rtV_1hukJvXpJtEXZHZs/s72-c/918525178X.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-7746078539422721267</id><published>2009-04-04T09:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T09:49:10.411+02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In English"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Recensioner/ reviews"/><title type='text'>The Sorrows of an American</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeCYEpYxI_LXp_oj7PqKW6H-eRFTcD175zRXiVhcF5MD6Gxhkr-RTOxcT1APpZXXpCNJ0R0H2AA5tIvSvJKs1LszSiTcAU6uLB2qqM8jb-j_gHawJaQmkycPOLUDdKQu0W_ekPhw2sCw/s1600-h/41%252BT4phQ9yL__SS500_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320737623234603314&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeCYEpYxI_LXp_oj7PqKW6H-eRFTcD175zRXiVhcF5MD6Gxhkr-RTOxcT1APpZXXpCNJ0R0H2AA5tIvSvJKs1LszSiTcAU6uLB2qqM8jb-j_gHawJaQmkycPOLUDdKQu0W_ekPhw2sCw/s200/41%252BT4phQ9yL__SS500_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Title: &lt;em&gt;The Sorrows of an American&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Siri Hustvedt&lt;br /&gt;Sceptre, 2009 (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel is about a pair of siblings who are coming to terms with their heritage and the death of their father. It has a distinct post-modern air: pretentious, smart, with a touch of the surreal. Thankfully, it is not just about showing-off Hustvedt&#39;s considerable literary skill, but it has that one redeeming quality that saves it all: it is interesting, and in stead of making me feel left out it includes me in its edgy world. Thoughts and images pop into my head and make me feel alive. I think, therefore I am.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/7746078539422721267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/7746078539422721267?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7746078539422721267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/7746078539422721267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/04/sorrows-of-american.html' title='The Sorrows of an American'/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeCYEpYxI_LXp_oj7PqKW6H-eRFTcD175zRXiVhcF5MD6Gxhkr-RTOxcT1APpZXXpCNJ0R0H2AA5tIvSvJKs1LszSiTcAU6uLB2qqM8jb-j_gHawJaQmkycPOLUDdKQu0W_ekPhw2sCw/s72-c/41%252BT4phQ9yL__SS500_.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-216640926068407215.post-8573481721906352493</id><published>2009-03-10T20:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:34:48.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZQnAXZuMOeItKZyqLkc_KU416O4SGRp_92hxF3bZzB4votyxcUC-bk5z9LPvqoCh0Ez-qwMxS1Nnj-b99Oo_CXZ7HQfirujROJwll-QD50M9FU03Ju5d2O-R24fq8FHZKFRRbQBjPfQ/s1600-h/DSCF0578.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311641056187055058&quot; style=&quot;FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZQnAXZuMOeItKZyqLkc_KU416O4SGRp_92hxF3bZzB4votyxcUC-bk5z9LPvqoCh0Ez-qwMxS1Nnj-b99Oo_CXZ7HQfirujROJwll-QD50M9FU03Ju5d2O-R24fq8FHZKFRRbQBjPfQ/s200/DSCF0578.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Title: &lt;em&gt;The Other Hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Chris Cleave&lt;br /&gt;Sceptre, 2009 (2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I read this one by now, but something that stands out is the exceptionally well-crafted introduction, which is a rare thing! The blurb on the back is cryptic to say the least, but suffice to say it envolves corporate greed in a faraway land, a chopped of finger, and a child who claims to be Batman. The novel is fine if you find yourself in the literary off-season with nothing to read, but, unfortunately, the story does not match the fantastic intro, so you are bound to be at least a bit disappointed.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/feeds/8573481721906352493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/216640926068407215/8573481721906352493?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8573481721906352493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/216640926068407215/posts/default/8573481721906352493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepoorplayer.blogspot.com/2009/03/title-other-hand-author-chris-cleave.html' title=''/><author><name>Camilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05219761715203765265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZQnAXZuMOeItKZyqLkc_KU416O4SGRp_92hxF3bZzB4votyxcUC-bk5z9LPvqoCh0Ez-qwMxS1Nnj-b99Oo_CXZ7HQfirujROJwll-QD50M9FU03Ju5d2O-R24fq8FHZKFRRbQBjPfQ/s72-c/DSCF0578.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>