<?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: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-11073879</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:16:00.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I reading these days?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-112041933968400062</id><published>2005-07-03T15:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T15:35:39.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/320/8628261.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/200/8628261.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picked at random at the library...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-112041933968400062?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/112041933968400062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=112041933968400062' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/112041933968400062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/112041933968400062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/07/picked-at-random-at-library.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-112041930239156054</id><published>2005-07-03T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T15:35:05.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/320/0451214463L.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/200/0451214463L.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray that Maeve Binchy has not retired!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-112041930239156054?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/112041930239156054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=112041930239156054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/112041930239156054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/112041930239156054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/07/hurray-that-maeve-binchy-has-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111766923261140363</id><published>2005-06-01T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:40:32.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fortune Teller Told Me part 2</title><content type='html'>I found this book oddly compelling. Having now finished it and absorbed the places the author visited and people he met, I have a few more quotes to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one really sums up the dissonance the author feels. He has just been told a somewhat dubious yet magical story of a young woman who through her clairvoyance was able to find a historical temple some two hours into an overgrown jungle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I could not bring myself to ask him what I did not want others to ask me: 'Do you believe it, then?' If he had said yes, I would have taken him for a fool. If he had said no, I would have been sorry, because it is, all said and done, more pleasing to live with the thought that such a story might be true." (p175)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the book, Terzani learns to meditate as many during the year have advised him to attempt. He really struggles, especially having trouble with clearing his mind. Finally he has a breakthrough, really achieves a state of calm peacefulness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"This experience reinforced my theory that our exclusive faith in science had cut us Westerners off from another sphere of awareness, that we had embarked on the high road of scientific knowledge and forgotten all the other paths we had once known. Here was the proof: pain was not merely a physical phenomenon to be controlled by a pill. By training the mind one could achieve the same result." (p362-3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one pretty much sums it all up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"It seemed to me that the point of traveling is in the journey itself, not in the arrival; and similarly in the occult what counts is the search, the asking of questions, not the answers found in the cracks of a bone or the lines in your palm. In the end, it is always we ourselves who give the answer." (p318)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111766923261140363?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111766923261140363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111766923261140363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111766923261140363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111766923261140363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/06/fortune-teller-told-me-part-2.html' title='A Fortune Teller Told Me part 2'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111738946705013786</id><published>2005-05-29T13:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:45:13.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Following Fake Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/320/fakeman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/200/fakeman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily recommends... and I agree! I read probably more than my share of children's literature so let me say this is a highly enjoyable book. Meant for 10 and up, &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/kids/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780440418559"&gt;Following Fake Man&lt;/a&gt; is the story of a 12-year old boy finding bravery for the first time in his life, and reaping great rewards. It also has good stuff for kids like spying and suspense! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111738946705013786?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111738946705013786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111738946705013786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111738946705013786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111738946705013786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/05/following-fake-man.html' title='Following Fake Man'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111715050591634285</id><published>2005-05-26T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:51:57.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fortune-Teller Told Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/320/9780609809587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/200/9780609809587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought-provoking. Tiziano Terzani has written a great book.  &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.randomhouse.com/crown/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780609809587"&gt;A Fortune Teller Told Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is his personal journey between the 2 sides of himself - his Western skeptical side (he is Italian by birth) and his increasingly Eastern half (he has lived in various parts of Asia since the 1970s). A fortune-teller in 1976 tells him in 1993 he must not travel in any planes for the whole year. He decides when the year arrives to heed that advice, partly as an experiment in looking at the world from a new perspective (as a journalist he is constantly hopping on planes to write stories) and partly to explore the parts of himself that wonder if there is any truth to the prediction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terzani is full of big thoughts and slowing down to travel by train, bus, taxi, etc. he sees a different world he has been missing by rushing around. I am only about a third of the way through the book and have already marked several pages that have memorable quotes. Here are a few. And thanks Eden for lending it to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Or have we all, through some monstrous deformation, lost the instinct for what life should be: first and foremost, an opportunity to be happy. Are the inhabitants (of rural Burma he refers here) happier today, gathered in families chatting over supper, or will they be happier when they too spend their evenings mute and stupefied in front of a television screen?" (p55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there such a thing as chance? I was coming to believe that a lot of what seems to happen 'by chance' is in fact our own doing: once we look at the world through different glasses we see things which previously escaped us, and which we therefore believed to be non-existent. Chance, in short, is ourselves." (p78)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Travel is an art, and one must practice it in a relaxed way, with passion, with love." (p109)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111715050591634285?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111715050591634285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111715050591634285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111715050591634285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111715050591634285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/05/fortune-teller-told-me.html' title='A Fortune-Teller Told Me'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111671163112520418</id><published>2005-05-21T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:46:38.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frommer's Toronto 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/320/remcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/200/remcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite guidebook - if Toronto is in your future, I recommend this guide. Good maps, useful recommendations, well organized. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111671163112520418?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111671163112520418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111671163112520418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111671163112520418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111671163112520418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/05/frommers-toronto-2005.html' title='Frommer&apos;s Toronto 2005'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111671157414488457</id><published>2005-05-21T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:55:35.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/320/0405-0-373-89516-X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/200/0405-0-373-89516-X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not what I expected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected &lt;a href="http://www.staceyballis.com/TheBooks.htm#sleepingover"&gt;Sleeping Over&lt;/a&gt; to be a bit of brain candy, a light, fluffy, romance novel. And while it does have its share of romance it is more the story of the women, the friends in the book and their lives, good, bad and ugly. Some parts are so realistic you think you're there. Honestly I don't know if it's because I live in a house with men (my husband &amp;amp; son) but I found this scene amusing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Harrison and I rush up the stairs to his condo, pained expressions on our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me first!" yells my beloved, throwing off his coat as he hurries down the hall, leaving me pacing and sweating in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry up, mister, or you're in big trouble!" I yell after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've just returned from dinner with Mark and Gemma at Geja's on Armitage, truly one of the best places in Chicago. A dark quiet boite with the feel of an old wine cellar, Geja's has been doing proper fondue for ages, and the classical guitarist accompanying the delicious food makes it one of the ultimate romantic meals of all time. Unfortunately for us, we had much wine and water with the meal, and coffee after, and then got stuck in traffic on the way home, so by the time we got here, we both had to pee something fierce. (p245)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111671157414488457?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111671157414488457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111671157414488457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111671157414488457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111671157414488457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleeping-over.html' title='Sleeping Over'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111670214416194607</id><published>2005-05-21T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T17:16:28.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Trip to the Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/320/1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px; width: 111px; height: 175px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/218/5747/200/1772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reading this book made it clear to me that I am not a risk taker. &lt;a href="http://www.basbleu.com/stores/1/A_Trip_to_the_Beach_P914.cfm?SearchTerms=trip%20beach"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Trip to the Beach: Living on Island Time in the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chronicles Melinda and Robert Blanchard's life as they decide to sell their home in Vermont and build a restaurant on the beach in Anguilla. They have no experience building or running a restaurant but that does not deter them. (I am the opposite - I can't even go to the grocery store without a list and a plan!!) I enjoyed hearing how they transitioned to "island time" and the way the community in Anguilla embraced them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bonus is that the book is peppered with recipes including this one I am excited to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Banana Cabanas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To make two banana cabanas, put 1/2 cup Coco Lopez into a blender. Add 1/2 cup Baileys Irish Cream, 2 ripe bananas, 2 cups ice cubes, and if you like, 2 ounces white rum. It's great with or without the rum. Blend on high speed until smooth and creamy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111670214416194607?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111670214416194607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111670214416194607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111670214416194607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111670214416194607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/05/trip-to-beach.html' title='A Trip to the Beach'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111611264364410484</id><published>2005-05-14T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T19:17:23.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books to Read</title><content type='html'>Once again my to-be-read pile is getting higher than my return-to-the-library pile. Too busy traveling and hosting parties!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few interesting books I hope to get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houghtonmifflinbooks.com/catalog/authordetail.cfm?authorID=8098"&gt;Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.projectmuseum.com/type/everythingisilluminated.htm"&gt;Everything is Illuminated&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.projectmuseum.com/type/extremelyloudandincrediblyclose.htm"&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Weiss' &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://print.google.com/print?id=N14fEYZskxAC&amp;dq=elaine+weiss&amp;amp;oi=print&amp;pg=5&amp;amp;sig=8N4yp2CFSBTqRCZ_SbhKyhjm5q4&amp;prev=http://www.google.com/search%3Fq%3Delaine%2Bweiss%26sourceid%3Dmozilla-search%26start%3D0%26start%3D0%26ie%3Dutf-8%26oe%3Dutf-8%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official"&gt;Surviving Domestic Violence: Voices of Women Who Broke Free&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy &amp;amp; David Goodman's &lt;a href="http://book.democracynow.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Exception to the Rulers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;big fan of the radio show &lt;a href="http://www.democracynow.org/"&gt;Democracy Now&lt;/a&gt;- listened often in Houston on &lt;a href="http://www.kpft.org/"&gt;KPFT&lt;/a&gt;. (In the late 90s I read everything I could get my hands on about the conglomeration of power in the media in the US (best on the subject are &lt;a href="http://www.benbagdikian.com/"&gt;Ben Bagdikian&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/smoke/interviews/bagdikian1.html"&gt;The Media Monopoly&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.projectcensored.org/"&gt;Project Censored&lt;/a&gt;'s annual &lt;a href="http://www.projectcensored.org/publications/2005/index.html"&gt;Top 25 Censored Stories of the Year&lt;/a&gt; books) and changed my viewing and listening habits accordingly. Only a handful of companies control everything you see and hear - support &lt;a href="http://www.indymedia.org/en/index.shtml"&gt;independent media&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Flanders, editor &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1558614710/102-0902862-6538506?v=glance"&gt;The W Effect: Bush's War on Women&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111611264364410484?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111611264364410484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111611264364410484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111611264364410484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111611264364410484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/05/books-to-read.html' title='Books to Read'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111464871579846014</id><published>2005-04-27T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:39:13.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to cook a tart</title><content type='html'>I just finished &lt;a href="http://www.bloomsburyusa.com/catalogue/details2.asp?isbn=1582342695&amp;cf=0&amp;amp;search=killham&amp;isbns=&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;How to Cook a Tart: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; by Nina Killham - an entertaining read. Hard to characterize though - not quite a romance, not altogether a revenge story, not quite a comedy (though parts are laugh-out-loud funny), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a cookbook though it is rife with food. The characters are 3-dimensional (so is the food) but it's almost as if it takes place in an alternate universe where food is text and not subtext. Obviously food is everywhere in our lives, and plays a big role for all of us - but in this book, attitudes about food and everyone's relationship with food is the central-most part of their character. An interesting way to look at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The descriptions of food and recipes being prepared are very realistic!! The food as metaphor works well also. Here is a passage I particularly enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was all about absorption, Jasmine thought. In cooking as in life, the more you absorbed of life and the world and flavors around you, the richer you would be. The better tasting you would be philosophically. But Jasmine had been careless. At the last minute, unsure of herself, she had sprinkled in too much salt. Maybe in life she had been careless too. Maybe she had not absorbed enough of what was going on in her own household. Maybe someone close to her was simmering with troubles and she had tossed in too much salt. Instead of testing and tasting and finding out what was really going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111464871579846014?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111464871579846014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111464871579846014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111464871579846014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111464871579846014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-to-cook-tart.html' title='How to cook a tart'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111430823608901686</id><published>2005-04-23T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:03:56.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost French - more</title><content type='html'>A quick excerpt from &lt;a href="http://www.basbleu.com/stores/1/Almost_French_pb__P1497.cfm?SearchTerms=almost%20french"&gt;Almost French&lt;/a&gt; and a funny story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In France, Paris in particular, it is not common for strangers to look you in the eye and insult you. The author struggles with not having a pithy retort pop into her head when she needs it - until this encounter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The day of the dinner party, walking into the patisserie to buy a quick snack, I passed a smartly dressed elderly gentleman with a superior sneer. He look like he lived on some stodgy avenue in the 16th &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arrondissement&lt;/span&gt;. I was loaded with my shopping bags and Maddie trailed behind me on her leash. He'd glanced at Maddie then stared at me with cold contempt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Tiens,"&lt;/span&gt; he said to his wife, his accusing eyes not leaving mine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"un chien dans une patisserie."&lt;/span&gt; Fancy that - a dog in a bakery.&lt;br /&gt;  Now, either this fellow was in a foul mood and wanting to take it out on someone or else I'd happened on the only Frenchman in the world who objects to dogs in food shops. At this particular patisserie, my regular, Maddie is a favored client. But what riled me much more than his message - which might have been reasonable had it been delivered differently - was his supercilious manner. For once surprise didn't render me speechless. I didn't miss a beat.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tiens,"&lt;/span&gt; I mimicked, my eyes beaming back murderously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"un con dans une patisserie."&lt;/span&gt; Fancy that - a dickhead in a bakery. I added an icy smile for effect.&lt;br /&gt;  As replies go, it was very rude - and very effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You have to love it when you get the last word!! A friend and I were at a popular local French restaurant a week ago for drinks and a light (and we hoped) quick dinner. The hostess had sneered at us when we announced we didn't have a reservation but had seated us anyway at an available table on the lawn. Our server then proceeded to ignore us. She walked past us twice to the table next to ours (the couple had been seated there right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; we had; they also had no reservation). Assuming she must not be in charge of our table we flagged down another server who took our drink order. Our server then appeared with a tray that included our drinks and again walked past us to serve the other table. This couple proceeded to admire our choice of beverage (poinsettas - cranberry juice with champagne - very attractive in tall flutes garnished with lime) and in fact to suggest that they take them off our hands. At this point we had been at the restaurant for 20 minutes and our server had not yet approached our table even once. I was not about to let our drinks get away. The man called over "I'm the king's official taste tester," to which I replied, "Too bad I'm not the king."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda been French. (ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111430823608901686?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111430823608901686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111430823608901686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111430823608901686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111430823608901686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/04/almost-french-more.html' title='Almost French - more'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111404498228609642</id><published>2005-04-20T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T20:56:22.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost French</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost French: Love and a New Life in Paris&lt;/span&gt; by Sarah Turnbull offers keen insight into what it's like to live in Paris as an expat. She is from Australia so many of the hazards/conflicts she faces (wearing shorts and jogging pants in public, laughing out loud, being too chatty) are things I as an American could identify with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to visit Paris - this book really captures some of the magic of the city but not in a wholly romantic way. Her first few years in France are fraught with difficulty - cultural issues mainly and she dissects each of these and the adjustments she makes along the way, in some cases to fit in and in others to adjust her thinking knowing that she'll never fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only criticism I offer is that the book could have been more tightly edited - it occasionally goes on for pages repeating the same idea but otherwise it is an enjoyable read - plus I learned a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111404498228609642?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111404498228609642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111404498228609642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111404498228609642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111404498228609642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/04/almost-french.html' title='Almost French'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111332982377183565</id><published>2005-04-12T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:19:52.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin Pilcher</title><content type='html'>I am huge fan of Rosamunde Pilcher - mostly because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shell Seekers&lt;/span&gt; is such a great book  so it was a nice discovery that Robin Pilcher is her son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Risk Worth Taking&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starting Over&lt;/span&gt; and both are nice gentle books with great characterizations. You really feel the people in the stories are real and can feel what they are feeling as they sort out their lives - both the books are essentially coming of age stories but the people coming of age are middle-aged, or there approaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111332982377183565?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111332982377183565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111332982377183565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111332982377183565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111332982377183565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/04/robin-pilcher.html' title='Robin Pilcher'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111332157623273067</id><published>2005-04-12T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:59:36.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Millionaire's Row</title><content type='html'>I referenced this book in another post but didn't know the author, who is Peggy Murphy Petkus. The book is out of print (published in 1989) but you can find it on half.com and at some libraries. It is set in Cleveland at the turn of the century through the 1940s. A portion of the book at the beginning is strikingly similar to Emilie Richards' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whiskey Island&lt;/span&gt; - the same conditions for Irish immigrants in Cleveland, a church in the same location, a woman who marries a man out of convenience. Anyway from there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Millionaire's Row&lt;/span&gt; requires a deliberate suspension of disbelief as the story takes you to of all places Tasmania. I did manage to get sucked in though and wanted to know how it all would end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it does have many Cleveland landmarks, streets, events chronicled so if you are in/from/a fan of Cleveland you may enjoy it. Mark Winegardner's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crooking River Burning&lt;/span&gt; is WAY better in that regard (following the history of Cleveland very closely).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111332157623273067?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111332157623273067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111332157623273067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111332157623273067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111332157623273067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/04/millionaires-row.html' title='Millionaire&apos;s Row'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111170982899990516</id><published>2005-03-24T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T19:17:09.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know How She Does It</title><content type='html'>subtitled The Life of Kate Reddy, Working Mother by Allison Pearson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just started this one - great quote on page 18:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With work memos out of the way, I can get to the real e-mails, the ones that matter: Messages from friends, jokes and stories handed around the world like sweets. If it's really true what they say, that mine is the time-famished generation, then e-mail is our guilty snack, our comfort food. It would be hard to explain how much sustenance I get from my regular correspondents."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111170982899990516?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111170982899990516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111170982899990516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111170982899990516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111170982899990516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-know-how-she-does-it.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know How She Does It'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111111215054471808</id><published>2005-03-17T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T21:15:50.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy Next Door</title><content type='html'>I am a sucker for a funny quirky romance novel and I just finished one by Meggin Cabot (mostly she writes for a younger audience - her most famous books being the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt; series). The great thing about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;/span&gt; is the entire story is told in emails!! Love that use of technology! Our young heroine is from the Midwest so that adds to the fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111111215054471808?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111111215054471808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111111215054471808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111111215054471808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111111215054471808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/03/boy-next-door.html' title='The Boy Next Door'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-111003627571024788</id><published>2005-03-05T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T10:24:35.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marian Keyes</title><content type='html'>I tend to find an author I  like and then read everything he or she has written. My latest is Marian Keyes. I had seen her books, mostly in airport bookshops (they generally have cute chick lit covers, bright colors with cute trendy women). I was at the library looking for a particular Sophie Kinsella book (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can You Keep a Secret?&lt;/span&gt;) and noticed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Other Side of the Story&lt;/span&gt;. This is her latest - a good read. Keyes is definitely all about seeing things from someone else's point of view. Her recent books have 3 main characters who are friends or work together or used to be friends so you see the story unfolding from three perspectives (as from chapter to chapter each one is the main voice). Unexpected things happen and they are fairly meaty (nothing worse than a book you can read in under 2 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sushi for Beginners&lt;/span&gt; and enjoyed that as well so on my last trip to the library I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel's Holiday&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel's Holiday&lt;/span&gt; is by far the best one she has written. It is part of a trilogy about 5 sisters (hmmm maybe there are more than 3 books?) - the first is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watermelon&lt;/span&gt;, second &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rachel's Holiday&lt;/span&gt; and third &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angels&lt;/span&gt;. The Walsh family is firmly dysfunctional but funny and warm and in the end they win so all is well. These books have 1 main character each and in Rachel's Holiday at least, part of the story is told in flashback. I probably would not have voluntarily picked a book about a drug addict and her recovery (I make it a point not to read book jackets except in bookshops), but this was told in such an interesting way and the worst parts of it come so gently (you know they must inevitably come and begin to dread it as you are reading) that you don't mind. I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-111003627571024788?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/111003627571024788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=111003627571024788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111003627571024788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/111003627571024788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/03/marian-keyes.html' title='Marian Keyes'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-110937225435484173</id><published>2005-02-25T17:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:57:34.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More of my to-do list</title><content type='html'>Move Over Skinny by Dave Sedaris. Recommended by my friend Jennifer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-110937225435484173?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/110937225435484173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=110937225435484173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/110937225435484173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/110937225435484173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-of-my-to-do-list.html' title='More of my to-do list'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11073879.post-110933290788600333</id><published>2005-02-25T06:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T07:01:47.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My to-read pile of books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am working on Pledged by Alexandra Robbins for the MTM book club. Can't wait to discuss it since I have a lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Eden lent me 2 books -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Fortune-Teller Told Me&lt;br /&gt;by Tiziano Terzani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains Beyond Mountains&lt;br /&gt;by Tracy Kidder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom recommends Millionaire's Row (which I just looked up and there are about 7 different books by this name so I will have to get the author's name).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11073879-110933290788600333?l=amybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/feeds/110933290788600333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11073879&amp;postID=110933290788600333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/110933290788600333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11073879/posts/default/110933290788600333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amybook.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-to-read-pile-of-books.html' title='My to-read pile of books'/><author><name>Amy Z.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409686750636034734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
