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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMRHsyfip7ImA9WxBREk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891295</id><updated>2009-12-30T18:58:05.596-06:00</updated><title>Tripping Toward Lucidity: Estella's Revenge</title><subtitle type="html">Blog of A. Estella Sassypants, an avid reader, college English instructor, manic nutcase, and mother-to-be.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://estellasrevenge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://estellasrevenge.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10891295/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220718933942181809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1387</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TrippingTowardLucidityEstellasRevenge" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYNR3c8fCp7ImA9WxBREUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891295.post-479229428929552922</id><published>2009-12-30T11:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T12:03:16.974-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T12:03:16.974-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="essays" /><title>A Disappointing Sedaris? YES!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuUUIuFwAI/AAAAAAAAB4c/oKHHF1VXD9Q/s1600-h/Holidays_on_Ice_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421089650129616898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuUUIuFwAI/AAAAAAAAB4c/oKHHF1VXD9Q/s320/Holidays_on_Ice_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE David Sedaris, but alas, this post is not lovely. When we were shopping for the kids' Christmas presents recently, I happened upon a copy of &lt;em&gt;Holidays on Ice&lt;/em&gt; on a buy one, get one free table and decided I would splurge. I've been on a pretty strict no-book-buying jag this year, and I've done very well. What better excuse to buy a book, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got this little puppy home, I started reading "SantaLand Diaries" and I was in love with it. Pure, aching, laugh til I want to puke, David Sedaris love. I loaned it to a student for a couple of weeks because she was doing a research paper on Sedaris, and when I got it back I finished the still-wonderful "SantaLand Diaries," and then I read....&lt;em&gt;the rest.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, some of the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not all Sedaris's funny haha essays we're all used to; there's also fiction intermingled with the essays. I just have to say, not such a fan of the fiction. It's funny, but it's not the essence o'Sedaris that I adore so much. In short, I skimmed the majority of the book and tossed it lackadaisically when I was done. Tossed, I say. &lt;u&gt;Lackadaisically&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it seems a lackluster book will finish off my reading for the year. I doubt I'll stuff another book under my ever-growing belt before the first day of 2010, and I can't say I'm terribly hurt to wave g'bye and farewell to 2009's reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-479229428929552922?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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YES!" /><author><name>Andi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05220718933942181809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="11637375005419394889" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuUUIuFwAI/AAAAAAAAB4c/oKHHF1VXD9Q/s72-c/Holidays_on_Ice_.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://estellasrevenge.blogspot.com/2009/12/disappointing-sedaris-yes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MDQ3o9cCp7ImA9WxBREUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10891295.post-4165291366066275070</id><published>2009-12-30T11:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:51:12.468-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-30T11:51:12.468-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2010" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reading" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="challenges" /><title>The 2010 Challenge Post</title><content type="html">I should preface this post by saying that it's more for personal convenience than anything. I've posted about most of these challenges already, but this is the longer-than-I-expected list of challenges I plan to undertake in the new year. Instead of keeping track of them in detail on my sidebar (a mess!), I'm going to link this &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; on my sidebar and update my stats here. Muuuuch easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to gawk, comment, or harangue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuPZCttllI/AAAAAAAAB4M/MO2hhJkxxlw/s1600-h/essaychallenge2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421084236858627666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuPZCttllI/AAAAAAAAB4M/MO2hhJkxxlw/s320/essaychallenge2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level of Participation:&lt;/strong&gt; 20 Essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuP1pDU4-I/AAAAAAAAB4U/jriosFr2JYA/s1600-h/gnchallenge2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421084728186168290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuP1pDU4-I/AAAAAAAAB4U/jriosFr2JYA/s320/gnchallenge2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level of Participation:&lt;/strong&gt; Expert = 10+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuO9BGI8FI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wlRUVRu999E/s1600-h/ourmutualread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083755387875410" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuO9BGI8FI/AAAAAAAAB4E/wlRUVRu999E/s320/ourmutualread.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Level 1:&lt;/strong&gt; 4 books, at least 2 written during 1837 - 1901. The other books may be Neo-Victorian or non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuOjS3R6RI/AAAAAAAAB38/nsAOytJ1wBU/s1600-h/twentyten_sml.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083313480788242" style="WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuOjS3R6RI/AAAAAAAAB38/nsAOytJ1wBU/s320/twentyten_sml.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Young Adult:&lt;br /&gt;2. T.B.R.&lt;br /&gt;3. Shiny &amp;amp; New&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad Bloggers&lt;br /&gt;5. Charity&lt;br /&gt;6. New in 2010&lt;br /&gt;7. Older Than You&lt;br /&gt;8. Win! Win!&lt;br /&gt;9. Who Are You Again?&lt;br /&gt;10. Up to You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuOffMr5FI/AAAAAAAAB30/Os92Nb_z7as/s1600-h/whatsinaname3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083248072320082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuOffMr5FI/AAAAAAAAB30/Os92Nb_z7as/s320/whatsinaname3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A book with a &lt;strong&gt;food&lt;/strong&gt; in the title:&lt;br /&gt;2. A book with a &lt;strong&gt;body of water&lt;/strong&gt; in the title:&lt;br /&gt;3. A book with a &lt;strong&gt;title&lt;/strong&gt; (queen, president) in the title:&lt;br /&gt;4. A book with a &lt;strong&gt;plant&lt;/strong&gt; in the title:&lt;br /&gt;5. A book with a &lt;strong&gt;place name&lt;/strong&gt; (city, country) in the title:&lt;br /&gt;6. A book with a &lt;strong&gt;music term&lt;/strong&gt; in the title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuObUmBqkI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Uvwxdfcv3P8/s1600-h/woolf_in_winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421083176506337858" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzuObUmBqkI/AAAAAAAAB3s/Uvwxdfcv3P8/s320/woolf_in_winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I'm shooting for one (Mrs. Dalloway), but I may attempt two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 15th: Mrs. Dalloway&lt;br /&gt;Jan. 29th: To the Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 12th: Orlando&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 26th: The Waves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-4165291366066275070?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've written several times this year how things have seemed lackluster or my reading hasn't been as impressive as previous years, so I decided to break my favorites down into categories as opposed to a grand Top 10 list. What I found is that my reading was very, very different this year than in years past. Perhaps that's why I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dissatisfied&lt;/span&gt;. I'm experiencing a shift in tastes! While I've always posted a list populated by novels in past years, this year the favorites weigh heavily on the side of non-fiction, graphic/illustrated books, and adolescent fiction. There is only one literary fiction novel in the bunch. Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crapoli&lt;/span&gt;! Without further ado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Children's/Adolescent/Teen Fiction Read in 2009:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lyddie&lt;/span&gt;, by Katherine Paterson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hunger Games, by Suzanne Collins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hunt for the Seventh, by Christine Morton-Shaw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretty Dead, by Francesca Lia Block&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elsewhere, by Gabrielle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zevin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Graphic Novels/Illustrated Books Read in 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Arrival, by Shaun Tan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tales from Outer Suburbia, by Shaun Tan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Embroideries, by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marjane&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Satrapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life Sucks, by Jessica Abel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Non-Fiction Read in 2009:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Joy of Pregnancy, by Tori &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kropp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy, by Vicki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Iovine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It Sucked and Then I Cried, by Heather B. Armstrong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Julie and Julia, by Julie Powell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Libris&lt;/span&gt;: Confessions of a Common Reader, by Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fadiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best (and One of Only Two) Contemporary Fiction Novel Read in 2009:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Setterfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Only one NOVEL! I only really read TWO the whole year! No wonder I felt so out of place. I don't know if this indicates a shift in my tastes, a complete lack of patience or what, but it's really weird. However, I can't complain too darn much since I had so many winners in other areas. As you can see, I had a great year in teen/adolescent reading. My love for Gabrielle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Zevin&lt;/span&gt; continues to grow, and I'm bound and determined to get back around to Suzanne Collins sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the graphic novel/illustrated book front, Shaun Tan is a clear winner. I totally love his style and quirkiness, and I can't wait to get more of his work in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, pregnancy books are in the lead in non-fiction, and that's not surprising at all. Foodie books continue to be a growing favorite, and I have many more cool offerings on my shelves for 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is! My 2009 reading in a nutshell. I've reviewed almost all of these books and linked them in my sidebar, so please check 'em out if you're so inclined. Here's wishing all of you a great reading year in 2010, and I'm going to make a concerted effort to dive back into novels at some point. 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We've had a busy week at the Chuck-n-Andi household. Early in the week we spent time making goodies for the holidays, packing up gift bags for friends, and last night we hosted a Christmas Eve meal at our house. We had pulled Cuban pork, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, rolls, salad, and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;huuuuge&lt;/span&gt; Italian creme cake (not to mention all the chocolate we made). We had a chance to reconnect with some dear friends we haven't seen in a while, and everyone had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed up until almost 4am getting everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;situated&lt;/span&gt; for the kids' Christmas morning extravaganza. We wrapped, we tied, we tagged. Everyone had a wonderful time opening gifts, and my mom came out this afternoon for more gift giving. She's hosting a late-afternoon snack/dinner tomorrow for my side of the family that includes lots of munchies, appetizers, finger foods, and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yummies&lt;/span&gt;. I'm always excited about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had a great time hanging out with us and my mom, and they adored their gifts. The stars of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rocketgirl's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas are a new digital camera and a BOAT LOAD of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; stuff to get her started, a sterling silver James Avery necklace, and a boom box to play her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; through. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rocketboy&lt;/span&gt; is enjoying a new skateboard, a cool remote-control race car, and his first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;. They had lots of other cool gifts: books, bookmarks, art supplies, and some gift cards thrown into the mix. Chuck is also anticipating some gift card shopping, playing with his new olive oil sprayer, and he has some new clothes to wear. He and I will be exchanging most of our gifts for New Years since we blew most of our respective wad on the kiddos for Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;suprising&lt;/span&gt; turn of events, I somehow ended up with a beautiful (bountiful) pile of gifts: two gorgeous sweaters, some silk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, some body moisturizing products to curb the pregnancy itches, and the most surprising of surprises:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzVgFuHqo_I/AAAAAAAAB3M/EbvSKD7lWfo/s1600-h/nook.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419343378006057970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SzVgFuHqo_I/AAAAAAAAB3M/EbvSKD7lWfo/s320/nook.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Barnes &amp;amp; Noble &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nook&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eReader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! I've been lusting after the Kindle for years, and when I got wind of the Nook I started investigating. It seems like a really cool product, measures up to the Kindle nicely (better in some areas), and when I laid my paws on it at my local B&amp;amp;N I really decided I liked it. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;backordered&lt;/span&gt;, so mine won't be shipped until January 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, but I cannot WAIT to start my Nook reading. I suspect the first book I'll download (the first one on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wishlist&lt;/span&gt;) is &lt;em&gt;The Help&lt;/em&gt;, by Kathryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Stockett&lt;/span&gt;. I've heard nothing but good things about it, but the library is all backed up and it's affordable in e-book format, so what better way to go right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited I can hardly wait. I screeched when I read the card where Chuck broke the news of my gift. He, my mom, and his mom all chipped in to buy it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the best Christmas blessing of them all is the one we received earlier in the week, and it's nothing I can lay my hands on. Chuck has been out of work for almost a year (10 months) after being laid off in February. The market for graphic designers has been horrible in our area thanks to the lagging economy, so we've been getting by on my salary and the work he can bring in through our home-based printing business. Luckily, he interviewed for a job recently and we found out Wednesday that he's hired!!!! He'll be doing production design which may be a little boring for him right now, but the pay is good, he'll have full benefits, he'll work 2 blocks from our house, and the atmosphere is relaxed and welcoming. Even better, it's a great job for him while he's working through his Bachelor's in graphic design, which should open more challenging and exciting doors for him down the road. He starts January 18th, so he's got some time to enjoy his freedom a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could not be happier. It's been a WONDERFUL first Christmas together for our growing family, and I hope you all have had as delightful a week, and a holiday, as we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-5011889795104025430?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Essential Guide to Loving Your Body Before and After Baby&lt;/em&gt;. I'm not usually much of a self-help kind of reader, and that's probably the category this book would fall into--along with non-fiction books on health issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started reading the book, I had a realization. A positive one, in fact: I'm not really that worried about how my body will change after pregnancy. I've always been chunky, and while I'm healthy, I also don't put much stock in whether I look like the American ideal of beauty. Kissing my "old figure" goodbye is not really a concern since I've never had a particularly media-ideal figure to begin with. I don't want to give the idea that I'm immune to insecurity; that's certainly not the case. I think the authors did make me realize that maybe at my current age and maturity level, I'm worried about issues I consider more important than my weight and shape. That feels like a healthy realization especially since I was monstrously insecure as a younger woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I got further into this book, I realized that there's plenty here for me in my current situation and mindset. Writers Claire Mysko and Magali Amadei approach not only insecurity, but common physical concerns that run through pregnant women everywhere: how will sex change? how will we bounce back after delivery? what are the physical pros and cons of breastfeeding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also a lot of really fun topics covered in this book...advice about how to shop for pregnancy and maintain a personal sense of self and style. There are also darker, but very informative and necessary, chapters on eating disorders, celebrity mothers, and the role of the media in making women feel insecure about their bodies in everyday life, not to mention after giving birth. Most of us just can't afford those darn trainers to get us back in shape in six weeks, and we don't have the luxury of an airbrusher to rid us of our imperfections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was initially a little bit doubtful of what this book had to offer me personally, I found it a very informative, fun read. It's also an important book since women do so often feel horribly insecure about their bodies. Needlessly horrible! Mysko and Amadei write a lot about honoring what your body has done. We carry babies, for heaven's sake! We make life! We should give ourselves a break when it comes to dieting, working out after the birth of a child, and putting too much pressure on ourselves to be physically perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mysko and Amadei are doing good work here, and it's my pleasure to be the first stop on their blog tour. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.tlcbooktours.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TLC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for approaching me about this book and to the publisher for providing a review copy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-610072254778386040?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You can bet I'm spending my first full day of freedom with my butt planted on the couch or in bed READING! Because I CAN! I have three books on the go right now, and holy cannoli, they have absolutely nothing in common. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Does this Pregnancy Make Me Look Fat: The Essential Guide to Loving Your Body Before and After Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, by Claire Mysko and Magali Amadei. This one is for a blog tour that will be rolling through tomorrow. I laid off pregnancy books for a while after I read a shortish stack of them in the beginning months. It's easy to get overwhelmed that way, I find. However, it was time for another one, and when Lisa from TLC Book Tours offered, I jumped on the book wagon. I'm almost done with this one (will polish it off when I get this post done), and you'll find out the verdict tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holidays on Ice&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by David Sedaris. Chuck has discovered the wonderfulness of Sedaris. When we went on a day trip to Arkansas a while back, I subjected him to the audio version of &lt;em&gt;Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim&lt;/em&gt;, and he's been a fan ever since. I'll probably read aloud some of this slim volume to him in coming evenings, though my voice certainly pales in comparison to Sedaris's own whiny cuteness. I'm only about halfway through the first story, "SantaLand Diaries," because I started reading it, and then I ended up loaning it out to a VERY trustworthy student who did her course research paper on Sedaris. It came back to me in good shape, so now I can finish it up, and that's exactly what I plan to do before Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Emma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, by Jane Austen. Somehow the Gwyneth Paltrow/Jeremy "Yum Yum" Northam film adaptation became one of my favorite movies when I was a teenager. I can't even tell you how many times I watched it over and over and over again through the years. My mom gave me a copy of the book for Christmas back then--when I was about 17--and it's been sitting on my shelves ever since. I know, I know! I'm a horrible daughter and reader. I got to Austen's &lt;em&gt;Pride ande Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; first, and it's taken me this long to clear out space enough in my heart to read another one of her works, though how anyone could ever compete with Darcy, I don't know. We'll have to see if Mr. Knightly is as cute in the book as Northam's big nose was in the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of you have probably already realized that I'm something of a contemporary lit lover. I have to be in just the right mood to read anything remotely flowery or "old." At least in the last year or so that's been the case. Upon revisiting Austen, though, I'm not sure why I put her off for so long after P&amp;amp;P. Her stuff is really so very funny and readable, and I just love her. I am making it one of my goals to get back to more classics reading this year since I've only felt so-so about 2009's books under my belt. The gaping hole of classic lit is really bothering me since it often leaves me feeling intellectually nourished and challenged in a way that other books don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So what are you reading today? Tomorrow? Trying to stamp out before the holiday rush?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-3773955505290636174?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm especially excited and thankful for it this year since I started my sort of off-kilter teaching job. The college I teach for on a full-time basis is an accelerated program, so we run on a 10-week term schedule, and there are five of those terms per year. Most of the time we only get a day or two off between terms, and the most vacation days within any given term is usually one or two. I know, I know, it's far less like academia and far more like a real job than I've ever done. Anyway, December is our long break, so I have from today until January 4th to soak up my fill of reading, family time, mindless TV, and SOLITUDE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think I'm not going to take advantage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bet you're wondering what my reading plans look like. We bookworms are all alike that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had originally planned to re-read all of the books I teach. The bulk of my schedule is filled with freshman composition courses and fundamental (college catch-up) courses, but I do teach a Children's Lit class online on the side, and we read a ton of juvenile novels--some of which I haven't cracked the spine on in a couple of years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of those books, like Lois Lowry's &lt;em&gt;The Giver&lt;/em&gt; or Gene Yang's &lt;em&gt;American Born Chinese,&lt;/em&gt; I've read so many times I don't need to revisit yet. Others, like Deborah Ellis's &lt;em&gt;Parvanah's Journey&lt;/em&gt; or Frances Hodgson Burnett's &lt;em&gt;The Secret Garden,&lt;/em&gt; are getting a wee tad fuzzy. The latter two choices are high on my Christmas must-read list so I can make up some new tests and quizzes and discussion questions and stuff. Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, I really need to re-read &lt;em&gt;The Watson's Go to Birmingham--1963&lt;/em&gt;  by Christopher Paul Curtis, too. Can't forget that one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also teaching the Early American Lit course online that I mentioned earlier, and I'm going to dive back into &lt;em&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl&lt;/em&gt;. I'll have a lot more short reading to do for that class as we work through the specific authors and literary periods by week, so I'll certainly get a refresher in those as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else do I have planned for the holidays? Truffles, cookies, ham, and lots of deviled eggs. And blogging. Lots of blogging and blog reading. It's good to be back, lovelies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Threaten me with a good time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-3002748118081936293?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh My!</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/Sybz8UFcEJI/AAAAAAAAB2M/kKFowpYYLoY/s1600-h/emily-dickinson.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415283819468820626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/Sybz8UFcEJI/AAAAAAAAB2M/kKFowpYYLoY/s320/emily-dickinson.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily Dickinson doesn't look like she's having nearly as much fun as my family at the moment. While I'm taking a minute to blog, the kids are rolling up red velvet cookies, glazing lemon cookies, and coating truffles in milk and white chocolate. The baby and I are so hyped up on sugar, he's bouncing off the proverbial walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I announced on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/estellasrevenge"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;a while ago that I'm teaching an Early American Literature class online for the Spring semester. I rarely get to add a new class to my repertoire. Community and career-college profs are generally slaves to freshman composition, but I have a crop of new stuff to wallow in in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, early American lit is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; not my thing. I'm much more of a contemporary girl, but I've done my fair bit of studying the old stuff, too. And I should mentioned that I've liked quite a few select authors from before 1865. When I found out I'd be teaching this class, I went mining the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internets&lt;/span&gt; for inspiration and to jog my memory in regards to what I should teach. Alas, here is the reading list (authors) for the course:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anne Bradstreet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Rowlandson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan Edwards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benjamin Franklin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washington Irving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edgar Allen Poe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nathaniel Hawthorne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frederick Douglass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harriet Jacobs/Linda Brent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll be reading short selections and excerpts from these authors' most famous works. I also wanted to them to read two longer selections, so I've chosen &lt;em&gt;The Scarlet Letter&lt;/em&gt; by Hawthorne, and one of my favorite books of all time, &lt;em&gt;Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl &lt;/em&gt;by Harriet Jacobs (also named Linda Brent). I would've preferred something a little more unexpected than &lt;em&gt;Scarlet Letter&lt;/em&gt;, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure out what else to choose at the moment. I need to brush up on my &lt;em&gt;House of the Seven Gables &lt;/em&gt;if I want to use it in the future. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm working up my plans and written lectures and all that good stuff, and I'm actually really excited to hear what my students have to say about this good stuff. I suspect Poe will be a fave, as will &lt;em&gt;Slave Girl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe it's been a week since I blogged. End-of-semester grading is killin' me. 'Nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be back to the blogosphere soon. 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Chuck came out to help me with the bags and happened to say, "You have a Secret Santa box by the door!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited! I ripped into that puppy as quickly as I could, and the lovely picture to the left is the Christmas feast. Click to make it bigger...with that much adorableness in one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;, it's totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret Santa was very generous and kind and here's what he?/she? sent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goldish&lt;/span&gt;/copper owl Christmas ornament&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A package of delightful owl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;notecards&lt;/span&gt; and a packet of homemade stickers from Etsy (&lt;a href="http://luckyroni.etsy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://luckyroni.etsy.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A beautiful package of multi-colored "A" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;notecards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An "A" photo bookmark to match&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lovely copy of Joyce Carol Oates's short stories, &lt;em&gt;Wild Nights!&lt;/em&gt; subtitled "Stories About the Last Days of Poe, Dickinson, Twain, James, and Hemingway." I heard about this one on an NPR radio podcast ages ago, and I'm so thrilled to have a copy of it in my hot little hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, the question remains: &lt;strong&gt;who are you, Secret Santa??!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Show yourself in all your bookish glory. Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; very much for your gifts. You truly made my day (it was a stinker until I got home). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I've got to get off my tookus and send out my gift to my Secret Santa recipient. I've been searching for just the right items.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: The Secret Santa is.....*drum roll*....the lovely and talented Meg from &lt;a href="http://writemeg.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WriteMeg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you soooo very much, Meg! I can't thank you enough. Your gifts were very thoughtful and I can't wait to get home from work and pet 'em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-5532910753485772109?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Does that ever stop me from joining?? Oh heck no! Especially when a brand new flock of goodies show up for the new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've found that the best challenges, or the ones that suit me best, are ongoing or really random. I don't do very well if a theme constricts me. With that in mind, I've chosen a few of the new crop to undertake in 2010 along with my usual standby challenges (RIP, Once Upon a Time, so on). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first challenge added to my list is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TwentyTen&lt;/span&gt; Challenge&lt;/strong&gt; hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.bartsbookshelf.co.uk/my-challenges/twentyten-challenge/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bart's Bookshelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This one is charmingly odd as there are 10 categories requiring the participant to read two books from each for a total of 20 for the year. The categories:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TBR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shiny and New&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;New in 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Older Than You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Win! Win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who Are You Again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Up to You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I figure I can shoehorn oodles of my books into one category or another, so this sounds perfect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next on the list is Beth Fish Reads and the &lt;a href="http://whatsinname3.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What's in a Name 3 Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This is another one with wide open choices. Participants read a book from each of the following categories in 2010.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;A book with a food in the title:&lt;/strong&gt; Clockwork Orange, Grapes of Wrath, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;A book with a body of water in the title:&lt;/strong&gt; A River Runs through It, Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters, The Lake House&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;A book with a title (queen, president) in the title:&lt;/strong&gt; The Murder of King Tut, The Count of Monte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cristo&lt;/span&gt;, Lady Susan&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;A book with a plant in the title:&lt;/strong&gt; A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Wind in the Willows, The Name of the Rose&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;A book with a place name (city, country) in the title:&lt;/strong&gt; Out of Africa; London; Between, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;A book with a music term in the title:&lt;/strong&gt; Song of Solomon, Ragtime, The Piano Teacher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I love these categories and am already brainstorming books I can read in each group.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finally, maybe the challenge I'm most excited about--and certainly one of the shortest--is &lt;strong&gt;Woolf in Winter&lt;/strong&gt;. Frances from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nonsuch&lt;/span&gt; Book has the &lt;a href="http://nonsuchbook.typepad.com/nonsuch_book/2009/11/woolf-in-winter-an-invitation.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;invitation post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and there's a schedule posted on her site. Basically four lovely blogging ladies will be leading discussion of four of Woolf's novels over the course of January and February. The novels: &lt;em&gt;Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dalloway&lt;/span&gt;, To the Lighthouse, Orlando, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;The Waves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know I'm in for &lt;em&gt;Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Dalloway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I'm not sure I'll get around to all four. I'll shoot for two if not more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So that's it! I'm not making up projected lists of books yet (aside from Woolf in Winter) because I'm so fickle that there's really no telling what I'll read. I'm looking forward to giving these a try, though, and who knows...maybe I'll join even more challenges in 2010! Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What challenges have you joined? Which are you most excited about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-1167538478947564515?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I actually had to go back to work to get some rest. Thursday Chuck and I hosted a big holiday to-do for our family and some of our friends. The food was plentiful, the house was clean (just in the nick of time), and we had a nice time. I fell into a turkey coma immediately afterward and woke up in time for our brood to head off to my mom's house on Friday for another feast. Mom's feast was heavily attended, delicious, and a lot of fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that would be the end of it. I expected a relaxing Saturday and Sunday, but much to my surprise we were back on the run. Chuck needed to do a large journal assignment for his art history class (early art history), and there happened to be an Egyptian exhibit in LITTLE ROCK, ARKANSAS. Yes, you read that correctly. We hopped out of bed at 6am on Saturday and hit the road to Little Rock. We tooled around the museum, took copious notes for his project, and then we drove all the way home. I'm panting just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on Sunday, we loaded up the kids, checked out Thanksgiving Square in downtown Dallas (a potential wedding site), went to the Dallas Museum of Art to finish up his project, and got home in time for me to grade papers and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SxVPSflckMI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/2CDBQ_jJsjY/s1600/the_thirteenth_tale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410317706490319042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SxVPSflckMI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/2CDBQ_jJsjY/s320/the_thirteenth_tale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In short, no rest was had for this pregnant goose. I did, however, have the afternoon off after a doc appointment yesterday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;! I got to finish up Diane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Setterfield's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Thirteenth Tale, &lt;/em&gt;but I'll get to that in just a minute. The family is currently biting our collective nails waiting for next Monday's ultrasound appointment. We'll finally be finding out if the Lil Bug is a boy or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough about holiday craziness. On to the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could very well be the VERY LAST PERSON in the book &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt; to read this book, and now I can't figure out why I waited so darn long. I've had it on my shelves for well over a year now after I found a clearance copy at Half-Price books for a whopping $3.00. I plunked it down on my RIP IV challenge pile, but I never got around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained here recently that I've had a very ho-hum reading year so far. While there have been good books in the bunch, generally I haven't felt as fulfilled or wowed by my reading as I usually do. It was a desperate attempt to love a book that brought me to &lt;em&gt;The Thirteenth Tale&lt;/em&gt;, and WHOA, did it deliver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't waste your time with a blurb because I genuinely feel like almost everybody already knows what this book is about. If you don't, just read it blindly--you won't be sorry. I adored it for so many reasons, I hardly know where to start. I feel a bulleted listed coming on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The characters were vivid and evolved nicely! Margaret Lee was mousy and unassuming at the beginning of the novel, but she grew to be a really interesting, multi-faceted character.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I loved to dislike Vida Winter. She was a perfectly written lovable/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hateable&lt;/span&gt; character. I found her amusing, infuriating, and enigmatic throughout the book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was atmospheric! And I'm a real sucker for atmosphere. Any book that can make me feel as if I've been deposited on the moors is a winner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twisted! Need I say more?? I almost got whiplash from this story.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's a novel for book lovers. All of Margaret's thoughts on reading in the early part of the book were delicious. I don't think I've written down that many quotable passages in years. And all of the references to &lt;em&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Woman in White&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wuthering&lt;/span&gt; Heights&lt;/em&gt; were excellent, too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gush much? Yep, and I don't even care. I LOVED IT! &lt;a href="http://www.capriciousreader.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Heather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, thank you for prodding me to read this one constantly. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the spirit of yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; books perfectly suited for winter, I checked out &lt;em&gt;The Woman in White&lt;/em&gt; from my library. Now I can't wait to figure out what all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hooplah&lt;/span&gt; is about! Bring it on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wilkie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-2887389933942476445?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was baffled last week when I received a little pink slip in our mailbox announcing that we had packages because the mailbox was full. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heh&lt;/span&gt;?? Our mailbox NEVER gets that full. In fact, lately, it's been downright barren. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Chuck came home yesterday with the announcement that "the mailbox was full of books" and that's why they'd left us a pink slip, well then I was ecstatic. Now I'm itching to read the following--not to mention the delicious &lt;em&gt;Thirteenth Tale&lt;/em&gt; that I'm still chugging away on at night before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Langshaw's&lt;/span&gt; Square Piano: The Story of the First Pianos and How They Caused a Cultural Revolution&lt;/em&gt;, by Madeline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Goold&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I mentioned recently, on my review of &lt;em&gt;A World Without Ice&lt;/em&gt;, that I'm always leery of books about really random topics (like ice or salt or colors), and it's sort of the same concept here. How random?? But deliciously so. Don't you love that cover?? The one up top, see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keeping the Feast&lt;/em&gt;, by Paula &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Butturini&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; This one is for a &lt;a href="http://www.tlcbooktours.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TLC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blog tour that will be swinging through. It's a memoir about the newly married Paula and John. While reporting on an uprising in Romania John is shot. The two eventually return to their beloved Rome, and the book is about a number of things, but largely about the healing power of food and cooking--and all the rituals associated with it. I briefly picked the book up yesterday while I was waiting on some laundry to finish up, and I was immediately sucked in. I can't wait to gobble down the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hourglass&lt;/em&gt;, by Claudia Gray.&lt;/strong&gt; This is the third in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Evernight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; series. While I generally claim to be vampired out, I will most likely give Gray another shot to impress me. I loved the first book, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Evernight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I was only sort of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;" about the second one, &lt;em&gt;Stargazer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rocketgirl&lt;/span&gt; finished it recently, and she's been trying to get me to finish it ever since. She promises there's a twist I'll love at the end. When I showed her this magnificent nugget yesterday she said, "How do you DO this??" Meaning get books from publishers ahead of time. I explained, and now she wants to start reviewing too. I don't know if our shelves can handle it!!! Sadly, it'll be awhile before a review lands here. The book releases in March 2010. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;French Milk&lt;/em&gt;, by Lucy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Knisley&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I've had my eye on this book FOREVER. It's definitely made its way around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt; a few times, and I'm finally getting my grubby little paws on it. I won the mini-challenge hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.thingsmeanalot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nymeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during Dewey's 24 Hour Read-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thon&lt;/span&gt;, and I could not be more excited. Thanks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Nymeth&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those are the books stacked on my nightstand at the moment. What about yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-1032514605065848495?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He is part of the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change and shared the 2007 Nobel Peace Prize with former vice president Al Gore. To my delight, he is also a talented writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since I read a science book, and given my ongoing interest in climate change and green living, &lt;em&gt;A World Without Ice &lt;/em&gt;seemed like the book tour for me to be a part of. It usually takes me a good while to read non-fiction offerings, but because of a busy work schedule, I couldn't really dig into this book until Friday night. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to finish, but I actually gulped it down with no problem--a testament to Pollack's careful and clever writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is exactly what it says. It's a detailed look at the importance of ice on Earth. I expected the entire book to focus on global warming and climate change, but it took until approximately page 100 to really get to that. Pollack spends a great deal of time chronicling various voyages to the Arctic and Antarctic to create a contrast between the past and today's warming trends and the continual disappearance of ice. These historical bits were actually some of my very favorite parts of the book as I always enjoy tales of explorers and seafarers charting new courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the environmental discussion really kicked up in Chapter 4: Warming Up, I was impressed with Pollack's combination of thorough detail and easy-to-follow descriptions of scientific processes. It's a fine line to walk, but he did it beautifully throughout the book. I felt as if I learned a lot at my level of understanding without having a scientist write "down" to me. This was especially apparent when Pollack set up a variety of points that global warming skeptics use to attack or mislead the public to believe that global warming and the disappearance of ice are myths. He systematically attacks each of these arguments with convincing science and common sense. It's good, for a believer like me who is genuinely concerned about these issues, to have a step-by-step explanation of how and why the Earth is warming and ice is receding in direct response to skeptics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have my doubts when I run across seemingly obscure non-fiction books. Whole tomes about salt, for instance, or the color yellow. There was a moment, before I started reading, that I doubted anyone could pull off a whole book about ice, but Henry Pollack does more than pull it off--he excels at it. If you're at all interested in science, the environment, animals, nature, or geopolitics, this is a great book to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can learn more at &lt;a href="http://www.worldwithoutice.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.worldwithoutice.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tlcbooktours.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404568971396682978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SwDi2EgylOI/AAAAAAAAB0o/3IF6Ps6h4WY/s320/tlc_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to TLC Book Tours for the book and the opportunity to join this tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-9139012317359962258?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's another Sunday of early &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt;' blogging at my place. Chuck was up until 3am working on a research paper, and I was sacked out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; earlier than that, so I woke up with Daisy at 7:am, and here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a belated birthday gathering with the kids, a group of my friends, and Chuck's-now-my friends at &lt;a href="http://www.celebrationrestaurant.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Celebration Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Dallas last night. If you ever stop to go to a restaurant link that I've posted, I beg of you, go to this one. It's a home cooking restaurant in a renovated home and once you order, you can have "seconds" of almost anything on the menu. My meal was walnut crusted chicken with honey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dijon&lt;/span&gt; sauce, and the first thing out of my mouth when I tasted it was, "Oh my God, it's Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-a on crack!" Delicious. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Freakin&lt;/span&gt;' awesome delicious. So anyway, I dipped into the served-family-style mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, fried okra and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;yummies&lt;/span&gt;. I even got to try the locally made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mozzarella&lt;/span&gt; they were featuring for one of the first courses. Awesome! Oh, and my "seconds"--fried catfish. Because I am that country and I'm OK with it! In addition to the great food, I now love Celebration even more because they buy locally and seasonally. Extra brownie points for being socially responsible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to books. I have several real-life responsibilities to take care of today: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;assloads&lt;/span&gt; of grading to do, and some administrative tasks for my online classes. I'll be teaching a section of American Lit (before 1865) next semester, so I need to choose some books for that class as well. So far I'm leaning toward &lt;em&gt;Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl&lt;/em&gt;, by Linda Brent, for sure. As for the other books...hell if I know. That's what I need to figure out today. I figure I'll have three required texts and have them read a bevvy of short works and excerpts online. Save 'em some cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also scrambling to finish up a book that will be appearing here tomorrow on blog tour: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A World Without Ice&lt;/em&gt;, by Henry Pollack, PhD&lt;/strong&gt;. It's an amazing book! Very intriguing, and it's been entirely too long since I've read a book from the sciences. Given my interest in green living and all, this was a perfect blog tour choice, so I'm looking forward to polishing it off and posting my review this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;huuuuge&lt;/span&gt; pile of books back to the library this week, but of course I could never come home empty handed, now could I? What kind of obsessive compulsive book nut would I be? I only grabbed three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through a Pale Door&lt;/em&gt;, by Brian Ray&lt;/strong&gt; - Blurb: Sarah West takes a temporary job at her father's South Carolina steel mill the summer before college, hoping for relief from the chaos of her psychotic and often institutionalized mother. But from the first day of June to the waning days of August, relief is the last thing Sarah finds. Soon after she moves into her separated father's house, tragic news about her mother arrives.&lt;br /&gt;The haunting funeral coincides with Sarah's first love affair. Her lover is a fellow mill worker, a teenage vigilante muralist named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Edgewood&lt;/span&gt; who lives in an abandoned jail on the outskirts of town. Sarah and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Edgewood&lt;/span&gt; share artistic gifts but hesitate at the door between adolescence and adulthood. While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Edgewood&lt;/span&gt; struggles to develop confidence in his work, Sarah finds her own artistic endeavors haunted by grim yet compelling memories of growing up under the rule of an inexplicably deranged artist on one side and an oddly aloof, workaholic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;entrepreneur&lt;/span&gt; on the other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pygmy, by Chuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Palahniuk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Blurb: "Begins here first account of operative me, agent number 67 on arrival &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;midwestern&lt;/span&gt; American airport greater _____ area. Flight _____. Date _____. Priority mission top success to complete. Code name: Operation Havoc."&lt;br /&gt;Thus speaks Pygmy, one of a handful of young adults from a totalitarian state sent to the United States, disguised as exchange students, to live with typical American families and blend in, all the while planning an unspecified act of massive terrorism. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Palahniuk&lt;/span&gt; depicts Midwestern life through the eyes of this thoroughly indoctrinated little killer, who hates us with a passion, in this cunning double-edged satire of an American xenophobia that might, in fact, be completely justified. For Pygmy and his fellow operatives are cooking up something big, something truly awful, that will bring this big dumb country and its fat dumb inhabitants to their knees.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Knife of Never Letting Go, by Patrick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - I do really need a blurb? Here's one anyway: Todd Hewitt is the only boy in a town of men. Ever since the settlers were infected with the Noise germ, Todd can hear everything the men think, and they hear everything he thinks. Todd is just a month away from becoming a man, but in the midst of the cacophony, he knows that the town is hiding something from him — something so awful Todd is forced to flee with only his dog, whose simple, loyal voice he hears too. With hostile men from the town in pursuit, the two stumble upon a strange and eerily silent creature: a girl. Who is she? Why wasn't she killed by the germ like all the females on New World? Propelled by Todd's gritty narration, readers are in for a white-knuckle journey in which a boy on the cusp of manhood must unlearn everything he knows in order to figure out who he truly is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SwAXD3tWUvI/AAAAAAAAB0I/plKTEPflElg/s1600-h/paledoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404344908105798386" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SwAXD3tWUvI/AAAAAAAAB0I/plKTEPflElg/s320/paledoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SwAXOznFNzI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/pVuB_JsjX5A/s1600-h/pygmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404345095984330546" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SwAXOznFNzI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/pVuB_JsjX5A/s320/pygmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SwAXYd7Z3fI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/-UTXH_SyQfs/s1600-h/knife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404345261962681842" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SwAXYd7Z3fI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/-UTXH_SyQfs/s320/knife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have no idea which ones I'll actually get around to reading. I'm definitely shooting for &lt;em&gt;The Knife of Never Letting Go&lt;/em&gt; because of all the recommendations. I'm also intrigued by &lt;em&gt;Through a Pale Door&lt;/em&gt;, so &lt;em&gt;Pygmy &lt;/em&gt;will probably end up losing out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Palahniuk&lt;/span&gt; and I have a rocky relationship these days, but I might surprise myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Have a great Sunday everyone, and I'll see you later with that review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-6770391958207907362?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thanks to the recent read-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; and all the pregnancy happenings and the birthday goings-on, I actually still have a backlog of books that need to be reviewed. It's a shrinking backlog, but this rarely ever happens as I don't read fast enough to have the reviews stack up. It's kind of a nice feeling; one that I'm going to obliterate right now as I review my final read-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; leftovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fadiman's&lt;/span&gt; essays, &lt;em&gt;Ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Libris&lt;/span&gt;: Confessions of a Common Reader&lt;/em&gt;, have been on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wishlist&lt;/span&gt; for years. My old library didn't have a copy, so I was tickled to find that my new one does! *kisses the feet of the new library*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's a slim little book as most of you probably know. I feel like I'm the last book-nerd on earth to get hold of this one. It's a rare thing that I dislike a book about books, though it does happen on occasion. Happily, I sucked this one down without much problem. Powell's has a succinct overview:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fadiman&lt;/span&gt; is — by her own admission — the sort of person who learned about sex from her father's copy of Fanny Hill, whose husband buys her 19 pounds of dusty books for her birthday, and who once found herself poring over her roommate's 1974 Toyota Corolla manual because it was the only written material in the apartment that she had not read at least twice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This review may be misleading in its squattiness. I found a TON of stuff in the book that I wanted to remember. Quotes I liked, long passages of bookish worship that need to live in my journal. Alas, I had to return it to the library in a fit of post-read-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; purging to keep from accumulating a mountain of library fines. I marked passages in pencil, so I can only hope to find them there when I recheck the book to snatch out all the good bits I loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the other side of the coin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fadiman&lt;/span&gt; is wicked smart (not that it's a bad thing), but I found her pretentious and annoying in spots, though my love of her bookish nature won out in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/Sv6-9Fr4tEI/AAAAAAAAB0A/L9kwWUnuzZg/s1600-h/elsewhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403966559598720066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/Sv6-9Fr4tEI/AAAAAAAAB0A/L9kwWUnuzZg/s320/elsewhere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;My final book for the read-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; was probably my very favorite. I've only read one other Gabrielle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zevin&lt;/span&gt; novel, &lt;em&gt;Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac&lt;/em&gt;, also a previous read-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thon&lt;/span&gt; undertaking. While I enjoyed &lt;em&gt;Amnesiac&lt;/em&gt;, I LOVED &lt;em&gt;Elsewhere&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;deilghtful&lt;/span&gt; novel death is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;begining&lt;/span&gt;, a new start. Liz is killed in a hit a run accident and her 'life' takes a very unexpected turn. At nearly sixteen she knows she will never get married, never have children, and perhaps never fall in love. But in "Elsewhere" all things carry on almost as they did on earth except that the inhabitants get younger, dogs and humans can communicate (at last) new relationships are formed and old ones sadly interrupted on earth are renewed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's hard to explain what I like about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Zevin's&lt;/span&gt; writing so much. It's just so...inviting! It's very easy to sink into her stories and her characters are sustainably quirky. I enjoyed her take on "heaven" after death, and I was happy that a main character--gone far too young--still had a chance to mature emotionally in the afterlife as she got younger and approached a rebirth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe the best way to describe Gabrielle Zevin's novels is vivid. Vivid characters, shiny details, and wonderful premises. I think I only have one of her books left: &lt;em&gt;Margarettown&lt;/em&gt;. I can't wait to read it, but I wish she'd hurry up and write more!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And as I'm looking at her website: &lt;a href="http://www.memoirsofa.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;http://www.memoirsofa.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I see that she has a new novel for adults, &lt;em&gt;The Hole We're In&lt;/em&gt;, coming out in March 2010. Hurray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-569392404509841161?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm still feeling horrid thanks to this wretched cold, but I've had a great time, and my family spoiled me rotten. Rottener than I've ever been spoiled. Pile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;o'presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to your left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to work until 6:00 last night, and Chuck was in school until around 8:00, so I met him at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Razzoo's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the site of our first date, around 8:15. I had a coupon for a free birthday meal, and while I attempted to branch out, I stuck to my usual, favorite: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Crawdaddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Two Ways. It's a plate of fried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tails, a heaping bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;crawfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;etouffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with fries and hush puppies. So much for that low sodium thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home this heaping pile of presents was staring at me from our dining room table. In the boxes and bags:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Chuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight Woods and Vanilla Bean Noel lotions and body creams from Bath and Body Works. There was also a little jar of Vanilla Bean Noel scented oil and a Japanese Cherry Blossom Body Cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A collection of rosemary-scented bath products (bubble bath, soap, bath salts, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the CUTEST little owls all over them. Unfortunately my baby belly is getting too big for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A novelty collection of Christmas-scented shower gels (gingerbread, sugarplum, cookie, winter frost, and more).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Lane Bryant gift card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A BEAUTIFUL diamond and white gold ring. It's not an engagement, but it is gorgeous and beautiful, and it's an "upgrade" from the brushed nickel ring Chuck gave me the first week we were dating. I'll post a pic of this one later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A black coat for work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A body pillow for comfy sleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rocketgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A $25 Barnes &amp;amp; Noble Gift Card&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Rocketboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A $15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gift card &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A BEAUTIFUL red/orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gerbera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daisy plant for my office desk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Chuck's mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wrappy&lt;/span&gt; towel turbans for my multitude of curly hair for after showering&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A 50's-style air popcorn popper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;massager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;snuggly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wrappy&lt;/span&gt; blanket thing. It's not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Snuggie&lt;/span&gt;--much nicer. It can be a throw, a blanket, or it zip and buttons up to have sleeves and be a blanket/housecoat contraption&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Adorable &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lunch at a Japanese restaurant (to be redeemed any time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A mystery gift that I haven't gotten to open yet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Chuck again.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SvtQ-QfIInI/AAAAAAAABzw/rcokj5DeB-E/s1600-h/AndiCake_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403001208468677234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SvtQ-QfIInI/AAAAAAAABzw/rcokj5DeB-E/s320/AndiCake_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most BEAUTIFUL cherry blossom birthday cake ever. Yes, he made it all. It's red velvet covered in white and fudge fondant with cream cheese frosting inside between the layers. He piped the trunk and branches of the tree with fudge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;buttercream&lt;/span&gt; and made the flowers out of gum paste so they dried hard. He piped the blue river on top of the bottom tier and the top of the cake is a zen garden made of light brown sugar. The rocks along the river and outlining the zen garden are made of licorice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He spent a huge hunk of time building it yesterday, and he did an amazing job. He only does stuff like this for special occasions, and he's getting REALLY good at all the fondant/gum paste work. Click to see a bigger picture because it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, like I said, I am totally spoiled rotten. I have a tendency to see things I like and say, "I love that, but I won't get it." So he made sure that I got a ton of what I've seen and liked in recent months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate to rush, but I'm off to work for the second time today. I'll be back with books shortly! Oh, and I'll post a pic of the ring by it self sometime soon. It's too good not to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-41316573097916512?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The big 2-9. S&lt;/span&gt;ince the actual birthday is on a Tuesday, Chuck decided to take me out for a celebratory lunch today, and we did a bit of running around. I think we're also planning a birthday get together next weekend, but I'll report on the later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our day at the &lt;a href="http://www.claypit.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clay Pit&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in Addison. It's one of my favorite Indian restaurants, and they have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sizeable&lt;/span&gt; buffet on Saturday and Sunday. Chuck wasn't too fond of it since the spicy food isn't really his bag, but to this native Texan, Indian food is almost as good as Tex-Mex. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-birthday weekend always requires books, and we happened to stumble upon the Addison Bookworm Bash. It's a charity book sale that benefits the Addison &lt;a href="http://www.senioradultservices.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Senior Adult Services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, I found a few goodies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deception&lt;/em&gt;, by Philip Roth - I collect all of Roth's books, and I rarely see a used copy of this one lying around. Hardcover, too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kitchen God's Wife&lt;/em&gt;, by Amy Tan - I have so many other copies of Amy Tan's stuff, so I figured why not add one more!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Optimist's Daughter&lt;/em&gt;, by Eudora &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Welty&lt;/span&gt; - I've never read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Welty&lt;/span&gt;, but I want to. This one seemed a good place to start.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Natural History of the Senses&lt;/em&gt;, by Diane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ackerman&lt;/span&gt; - I'm all about the non-fiction, and this one sounds great. Can't wait to find out if I'm right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also took a little trip to the local Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to check out the new Nook e-reader, but they won't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; to play with until November 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Boo! Chuck wants to buy me an e-reader for Christmas and we've been looking at both the &lt;a href="http://www.nook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nook&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Kindle. I've played with the Kindle plenty of times, but it looks like the Nook has some good stuff going for it, too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SvYEcEFiMPI/AAAAAAAABzY/jjxEpkO4wn8/s1600-h/without+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401509683257290994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/SvYEcEFiMPI/AAAAAAAABzY/jjxEpkO4wn8/s320/without+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've been eyeing a copy of &lt;em&gt;The World Without Us&lt;/em&gt;, by Alan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Weisman&lt;/span&gt; for ages. I even started reading it at Borders when I was out and about one day. I finally decided to spring for a copy since my library doesn't have it, and I gifted it to myself for my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you reading? 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A big thanks to the &lt;a href="http://24hourreadathon.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;24 Hour Read-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for that. I usually don't read four books a month these days, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt; four in a day! I'm going to bask in this feeling for a moment. Just wait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...still basking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, thanks for that. Now on to some mini-reviews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time every year (actually, several weeks ago), Harper Collins sends me a delicious box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Halloweeny&lt;/span&gt; books. This year the box included some of my seasonal faves: &lt;em&gt;Pretty Dead&lt;/em&gt;, by Francesca Lia Block, and the collection of short short stories I enjoyed, &lt;em&gt;Half-Minute Horrors&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite part is always the picture books they include, and I was a little sad to only receive two this year. Though, honestly, I can't complain too much because they were both fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first was &lt;em&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Vampa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, by &lt;a href="http://www.rosscollins.net/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ross Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Every year I seem to find a new favorite illustrator in the Halloween books, and this year's trophy goes to Collins. The cover is a great representation of the book at large. It's about a vampire family--the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pires&lt;/span&gt;--horrified when their new neighbors, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wolfsons&lt;/span&gt;, move in. The book starts with the youngest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pire&lt;/span&gt; writing a letter to his grandfather at:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Ruined Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lugosi Lane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Transylvania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Vampa&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry for not writing for so long, but we've been having some trouble with our new neighbors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Wolfsons&lt;/span&gt; spend time out in the sunlight, lock their windows at night, and even complain when mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pire&lt;/span&gt; has a chorus of friends over for a midnight sing-a-long! How dare they! When the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pires&lt;/span&gt; come to the end of their rope and move back to Transylvania, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wolfsons&lt;/span&gt;--a family of werewolves--stand at their window and lament the loss of their good neighbors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute book! The best part: the pictures! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Pires&lt;/span&gt; are all drawn in black, white, and red pen and ink while the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Wolfsons&lt;/span&gt; are drawn in full, bright colors. The style is great and makes for a really fun read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/Su2yb2Sz1BI/AAAAAAAABzA/kFNqixXgm98/s1600-h/mysteryvine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399167719787713554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JFt9kHzPJGI/Su2yb2Sz1BI/AAAAAAAABzA/kFNqixXgm98/s320/mysteryvine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;The next picture book is &lt;em&gt;Mystery Vine&lt;/em&gt;, by Cathryn Falwell. It's about a family who cares for a garden all year and watches a "mystery" vine grow up slowly after all the other plants have died off. As it turns out, it's a pumpkin vine! This is not so much a Halloween book as a fall book that could easily carry over to Thanksgiving. It even has recipes in the back for things like toasted pumpkin seeds and Pumpkin Apple Bread. It also contains a section of gardening tips for kids. While the illustrations were pretty lackluster, the book was cute, and it's interactive thanks to the end material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I should mention that I fulfilled my goal for this years &lt;a href="http://ripiv.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RIP IV Challenge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hadn't expected to read YA and children's titles almost exclusively, but as it turns out, they were a ton of fun, and I couldn't be happier with my RIP reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hunt for the Seventh&lt;/em&gt;, by Christine Morton-Shaw&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Dead&lt;/em&gt;, by Francesca Lia Block&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Half-Minute Horrors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life Sucks&lt;/em&gt;, by Jessica Abel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;**All reviews linked on my sidebar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also undertook to read and blog about RIP short stories every Sunday. While I got waylaid doing that, I still read enough that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been a story for every week! I still need to polish off Joe Hill's book, &lt;em&gt;20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Century Ghosts&lt;/em&gt; and I'll let y'all know when I manage to do that. *waving at my hulking library pile*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks again to &lt;a href="http://www.stainlesssteeldroppings.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Carl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for always hosting an awesome challenge! He is the master in my opinion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great Sunday, everyone! I'll be back tomorrow with short reviews &lt;em&gt;of The Magical Life of Long Tack Sam&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;and Ex &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Libris&lt;/span&gt;: Confessions of a Common Reader&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and if I get to read any more today after all the work I need to finish, it will be &lt;em&gt;The Thirteenth Tale&lt;/em&gt;, most likely. I also started Paul Auster's &lt;em&gt;Oracle Night&lt;/em&gt; which has me rapt. It's about time something grabbed me by the hair!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10891295-5642605837515046591?l=estellasrevenge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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