Friday, December 28, 2012

Les Miserables The Movie Post

Les Miserables    The Movie   Post

What a wonderful treat on Christmas night to see this movie. We saw the stage version in New York a few years ago, when Ricky Martin was in it and just loved it. We just about got seating as it played to a full house.
The singing was great and the acting was good. Hugh Jackman was a good choice for his part and so was Anne Hathaway. If this comes to a theatre near you don't miss it. Happy New Year!

Feature & Follow

Feature & Follow

Q: What book do you think everyone should read? If you could gift the entire population with one book?

It would have to be the whole Harry Potter series. You just can't read just one in the series.


Thursday, December 27, 2012

Booking Through Thursday

 Booking Through Thursday

Q:  What are/were your favorite book (s) of the year? (bonus points if you know how many books you read.)
Her are a few titles that come to mind that I enjoyed reading: The Spirit Of Angels, Fever, The Kingmaker's Daughter. I would have to take a guess and say about 25+ books read this year, I'm a slow reader.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Waiting On Wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

My pre-publication "can't -wait- to - read" selection is: 

All You Could Ask For   by: Mike Greenberg

Rel. Date:  4-2-13         (hardcover cover)     320 pgs.         Publisher: William Morrow

Summary:

Brooke, Samantha, & Katherine don't know each other, but their stories are about to intertwine in ways no one could have imagined.
Happily married Brooke discovers her loving husband has led a separate life with... another wife.
Newlywed Samantha learns of her husband's cheating heart when she finds the goods in his computer.
High powered career woman Katherine works with heartbreaker Phillip, the man who hurt her early on in her career.

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Taken from Interesting Words

1. Bailiwick:  An area of interest, activity or authority.

2. Euphony: Bearable or agreeable sound.

3. Hubris: Overbearing pride.

4. Kvetch: Complain constantly.

Friday, December 21, 2012

Feature & Follow

Feature & Follow

Q:  What have you learned from book blogging that you didn't know before about the publishing industry?

I think what I did know not only from book blogging is that their are a lot of publishers out there.

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday

Q:  Any books you"re particularly hoping to be gifted this year? Any that you're giving as presents this Holiday season?

I don't know of any offhand to be gifted to me, and none this year as presents to others.

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Waiting On Wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

My pre-publication "can't-wait-to-read" selection is: The Lost Soul  by Gabriella Pierce

Rel. Date is 1-2-12    Publisher: Wm. Morrow

Summary:

The Lost Soul is the third book in Gabriella Pierce's 666 Park Ave. series, the basis for ABC's new series. A richly gothic contemporary series about the darkness lurking behind the gilded halls of N.Y. high society and the elite Upper East Side witches who rule Park Ave.

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

My Words today are taken from the book: Dark Souls  by Paula Morris

Motte- An artificial earth mound.

Garroted- Strangled.

Snickleways- Alleys in London.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Hobbit The movie

The Hobbit    The Movie

I saw the movie over the week-end and was glad to see the familiar faces and the return to the Shire. I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed the scenery and the way the movie was done. When Gollum appeared, it brought back memories of him in the Lord Of The Rings. I think the audience liked the movie, they gave it a round of applause at the end. It's worth seeing.

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

My teaser comes from the book:  Dark Souls  by Paula Morris

Pg. 131
"you....you saw me?''  "I keep my eyes open."
Nick looked at her. She could tell that he wasn't angry.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Mailbox Monday

Mailbox Monday

This week I received two books in my mailbox:

By Fire By Water by Mitchell James Kaplan

Dark Souls by Paula Morris

Friday, December 14, 2012

Feature & Follow

Feature & Follow

Q:    What is the last book that made you cry?  Tell us about the scene....

The last book that I read that brought tears to my eyes was Fever by Mary Beth Keane.
It's very sad to hear of so many babies and children dying coincidentally under her care of typhoid fever. Hence she was known as Typhoid Mary.

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday

Q:    Do you immediately move on to your next book? Or do you take time to contemplate this writerly masterpiece and all its associated thoughts/emotions/ ideas for awhile first?

After I finish reading a book I usually take time to to go over what I just read and if it's really thought provoking, I usually suggest it to someone else to read. And then it's usually on to the next title.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Waiting On Wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

My can't wait to read pre-publication selection is:

The Promise Of Stardust    by Priscille Sibley    Rel. Date: 2-5-13     Publisher: Wm Morrow

Summary:

Matt Beaulieu was two years old the first time he held Elle Mc Clure in his arms, seventeen, when he first kissed her under a sky filled with shooting stars, and 33 when he convinced her to marry him. Now in their late 30's, the couple have everything-except the baby they wanted. When an accident leaves Elle brain dead. Matt is devastated. Matt knows that Elle is afraid of a slow death.


Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

1. Bane- something causing misery or death.

2. Nascent- being born or beginning.

3. Lope- a slow pace of running.

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

The Persecution Of Mildred Dunlap by Paulette Dunlap Post- Review Post -Review

The Persecution Of Mildred Dunlap    by Paulette Mahurin       Post- Review

My Thoughts:

This is the story of two persecuted women living in a small Nevada town in 1895. They love each other very much, but cannot live their lives the way they want to because of the prejudice and lack of understanding at that time. They have to live secretly and endure the consequences. But in the end they learn how friendship and love gives them the strength to live the way they want to during these trying times. I found it to be a real page turner and interesting story.
It's a women's Brokeback Mountain filled with memorable historical events, especially the conviction of Oscar Wilde.

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

My Teaser is taken from the book: The Wind From Entouhonoron  By Art Tirell

Pg. 1
At the end of September, a hurricane pummeled the South East end of lake Ontario. Along the shore, scores of trees were uprooted and in the settlements, even the stoutest of roofs lifted and blew away.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Mailbox Monday

Mailbox Monday

This week I received:  The Lawyer's lawyer  by James Sheehan   Courtesy of  Susan Schwartzman publicity.

Summary:

Tobin, known as the lawyer's lawyer- the guy the best lawyers say they'd want to represent them in a courtroom battle-undertakes the representation of a serial killer who he believes to be innocent. The Chief of Police is outraged, the citizens of Oakville where the murders occurred, erupt, and the State Attorney is out for blood as Jack challenges the criminal justice system once again.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Buster The Shih-Tzu Pup

Buster   The Shih-Tzu   Pup

Buster is off to the groomers tomorrow for his Christmas grooming and in a way, I hate to see him without his fluffy coat of fur, but it will grow back very quickly. He is getting used to going and leaving him there a lot better now. Well that's all for now. Buster wishes everyone a very" Merry Christmas".

Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday

Q:  Do you keep a list of the books you have read?

I used to but will have to start doing it again.

If so why? to keep good records for future reference? to make sure you don't accidentally re-read? If so why not? Too eager to move on to the next book? Too lazy, never thought to bother?

I usually keep a list a list of what I have read for future reference, and just in case someone asks me for a good title to read.

John Catenacci - Dianna's Way - Excerpt & Giveaway



About the Book

Dianna is a young woman in her late 20’s when she meets John, a man in his late 40's. They fall in love and marry. A central feature of their life plan is to have one child to fulfill her fervent lifelong dream of being a mother.

Not to be.

Not long into their marriage, Dianna discovers she has an aggressive form of breast cancer.

Hand in hand, they begin a 17 year spiritual journey into the nature of love and healing. Along the way, she discovers and fulfills her life purpose and, in the process, takes John by the hand, gently helping him to reveal, then fulfill, his own.

In the beginning, John, being much older, thought he would be her teacher but gradually discovers in the most important dimensions of life quite the opposite is true. With Dianna’s guidance, he ultimately discovers we are all teachers, we are all students and we are all one.

Theirs is a story of courage, determination and a lightness of being, as they descend into the deepest valleys of crushing disappointment, pain and suffering only to rise again to ever higher peaks of appreciation, gratitude and love. Throughout it all, their journey is laced with light and laughter.

Even today, after her passing, they continue their relationship, piercing the Illusion that veils this reality, exploring its limits while continuing a spiritual journey without end.


Excerpt
The Beginning of Something Else


“Honey, why don’t we make love anymore?”

We are in bed. Dianna is reading a book about healing cancer, while I’m thumbing through a bird hunting magazine. Dianna lays her book on the end table and rolls over toward me. I lay down the magazine, too. She has my undivided attention now.

“I think we make love every day in some way,” I say.

“You know what I mean.”

“Sex.”

“Yes.”

I let out a big sigh. We have not had sex since the transplant. I have been thinking about this for quite a while, and nothing ever comes up making sense to me.

“Don’t you find me desirable anymore? Do you still love me?”

“Do you actually have to ask me that?” I’m looking her right in the eye. “I love you more now than I ever have.”

“Well?”

“I don’t have a way to explain it. It’s not that I don’t find you attractive or desirable. It’s just with everything that has happened to us, to you, I just…I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s because I’ve lost my breasts, isn’t it. You never touch them anymore.”

“Well, honey, we’ve discussed that already. You’ve admitted you don’t have any feeling there anymore. Why would I touch them? I don’t fondle doorknobs, either. But, anyway, your breasts have nothing to do with it.”

“Then, what?”

“The only way I can put it is, I love you very much, and more and more with each passing year. But expressing my love for you in a sexual way feels…I don’t know…just feels inappropriate somehow.”

“Like you will hurt me or something?”

“I guess so. No matter how much you love someone, if the person you love is wounded and bleeding, you don’t try to have sex with them. Feels… just doesn’t feel…right. You protect them. You care for them, not have sex with them. Something like that.”

“I’m not a cripple, you know. I’m not a piece of glass. I won’t break.”

“I know that, honey.”

“I’m a woman with womanly needs. I still desire you sexually. I would love to have sex with you like a normal human being.” She slides her arm under my arm. “I feel rejected. That hurts.”


John's wife, Dianna

“I realize that. I feel terrible about it. Don’t you think I haven’t thought about how much you’ve lost? You have lost your dream of having a child. Now your menstrual cycles have ended, reminding you that all you are going to get from now on is hot flashes instead of the child you so dearly wanted. You’ve lost your breasts, a part of you, you were always so proud of…, and you have lost your hair twelve times. You…”

“Three times.”

I laugh. Then, so does she, a little.

“What I’m trying to say, maybe not very well, is I realize all these losses assail your femininity, of what it means to be a woman, …and… not having sex with your partner is just another thing piled on top of all the rest. It’s the last thing you need to have happen in your life, right now. I know I can’t feel what you feel exactly…, but I do understand these are losses you deal with every day. That’s why it hurts me so much to be stuck like this, this way.”

“Then, I don’t understand why you would want to deprive me of this, too.”

My eyes are getting wet, and my heart is thick in my throat.

“Believe me, if I could do anything about it, I would. I just can’t. Men can’t fake it, you know.”

“I don’t want you to fake it.”

I put my arms around her and pull her close to me. I can’t stop the tears now.

“And so I don’t. I’m not faking my love for you, either. I would do anything I know how to do for you. I do what I can. I’m so sorry, honey.”

She starts to cry, softly, quietly, burying her head into my neck.

“So am I,” she whispers.

We fall into silence. There doesn’t seem to be anything else to say. I keep my arms around her, and she keeps her arm over me.

We fall asleep that way.

***

Price: $16.95 paperback
ISBN: 9780985247904
Pages: 365
Release: December 14, 2012


About the Author

After spending his youth doing cement construction work while getting his education, John Catenacci earned a Bachelor’s degree in chemical engineering. He went on to work on the Apollo 11 Project as a member of the USAF in California, then as an engineer for the Dow Chemical Company in Midland, MI, doing both process research as well as designing and building chemical plants.

Mid-career he became interested in group dynamics, leading to another 20-year career in team building that took him across the U.S., Canada, Europe and Saudi Arabia.

With a sprinkling of published short stories and articles in small magazines along the way, his abiding passion has always been writing, something now coming to fruition in this, his first book.

Connect with John:
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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Waiting On wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

My pre-publication "can't-wait -to read" selection is: Vanity Fare by Megan Caldwell

Release Date:   12-26-12       Publisher: William Morrow

Vanity fare is a charming tale of food , family literature and romance in which 40-year old newly single Brooklyn mother embarks on a culinary writing career and finds herself at the center of a deliciously tempting love triangle. Funny and sweet, the romantic novel also includes 5 delicious recipes.




Spirit Of Lost Angels Post- review

Spirit of Lost Angels    By Liza Perrat       Post - Review

Summary:

Forced to leave her village of Lucie-sur-Vionne for domestic work in Paris, Victoire suffers gruesome abuse under the ancien re'gime. Can she muster the bravery and skill to join the revolutionary force gripping France, and overthrow the corrupt, diabolical aristocracy?

My Thoughts:

This captivating story of a young girl whose life is a journey of hope and courage, after suffering unbelievable tests to survive gruesome circumstances. It is a book I couldn't put down being  a lover of historical fiction. It takes you back to those tumultuos times during the revolution.

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

My words today are taken from the book: Spirit Of Lost Angels  by Liza Perrat.

1. Cabriolet- is a two wheeled carriage with a folding top.

2. Fiacre- is a small hackney coach.

3. La Salpetriere- was a dumping ground for the poor of Paris an it served as a prison.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

My teaser today comes from the book: The Persecution Of Mildred Dunlap  By Paulette Mahuria

Pg. 11
Mildred softened. She didn't want to have Erda do what she herself found repulsive. "you sure"? She laughed, releasing some irritation. "I was in such a good mood when I woke up", "By the time you get home you'll feel better." "Yeah, you're probably right."

Monday, December 3, 2012

How The Years Go By

How The Years Go By

Over the week-end I celebrated my 67th birthday with lunch and a movie with my daughter. We saw a movie I was waiting to see, Anna Karenina. On Sunday, dinner at a favorite restaurant with my husband and daughter. I can't believe how the years fly by, but age is only a number.

Mailbox Monday

Mailbox Monday

Waiting on The Persecution Of Mildred Dunlap, to be sent to me by the author.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday

Q: Can you imagine NOT being a reader?
No I can't imagine not reading, now that I am older and officially retired, I can spend more time enjoying my books.

How does it shape your life? Your perception of it?
Reading different books gives you a chance to discover new ideas and opens new worlds.

How does being a reader affect your relationship with all those folks who are looking at it from the other side simply can't understand how you can sit and read all the time?
I haven't really had anyone say to me how can you sit and read all the time. I think they don't know what they are missing.




Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Waiting On Wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

My "can't wait to read" pre-publication selection is:
                                       The Truth About Love & Lightning
                                               By Susan Mc Bride
Publisher: William Morrow                                                         Release Date: 2-12-12

     Gretchen Brink has always gotten away with telling little white lies here and there. And even if the lie she's been telling for nearly 40 yrs. could never be called little, by now it had been so long that she was sure she had gotten away with it. That's until a tornado rips through her land and reveals a man with no memory- the same day her grown daughter returns with news that she is pregnant.

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Interesting & Unusual Words:

1. sabaton- foot covering as part of suit of armour.

2. oakus- wallet; pocket billfold.

3. quaddle- to grumble; a grumbler.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Lincoln The Movie

Lincoln     The Movie


I saw the movie Lincoln over the holiday week-end and was very impressed with the portrayal by Daniel Day Lewis. It focused on the 16 President's tumultuous final months in office, while trying to pass an amendment to the constitution that would formally abolish slavery in the country. A lot of politics but well done.

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

My teaser today comes from the book I'm currently reading called Spirit Of Lost Angels by Liza Perrat.  pg 241.

With his rose-colored satin suit embroidered in silver, his hooked nose and the small scar on his left temple, I could never have mistaken the Marquis de Barberon.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Mailbox Monday

Mailbox Monday

I didn't receive any physical books in my mailbox this week, but did some catching up.

Reviewed:  The Prodical Son  By  Colleen McCollough

Reading:  Spirit Of Lost Angels
 By Liza Perrat

Her mother executed for witchcraft, her father dead at the hand of a noble, Victoire Charpentier  vows to rise above her poor peasant roots.

The Prodigal Son by Colleen McCullough Review- Post

The Prodigal Son  By Colleen McCullough-   Review- Post

Summary:
When Chubb University biochemist Millie Hunter notices a deadly neurotoxin missing from her lab, she immediately goes to her father, Holloman Chief medical Examiner Dr. Patrick O'Donnell. They both know the situation is grave: the poison, extracted from a blowfish, shuts down the nervous system and is virtually impossible to stop. It's a gruesome way to die.  McCollough spins out a plot that plays with our suspicions to the very end: as the bodies pile up and the corner keeps naming the neurotoxin, Captain Delmonico must find the killer fast.

My thoughts:

A captivating story of two biochemists Jim and Millie Hunter, who discover a deadly poison extracted from a blowfish. It gets interesting as people in their circle at Chubb University start dying. I found this to be an intriguing read as the cast of characters come under scrutiny. As the evidence mounts, the perpetrator is discovered, surprisingly so, It's a good page turner.


Friday, November 23, 2012

Feature & Follow

Feature & Follow

Q:  Are you thankful for a fellow blogger? Tell us about him or her?

Bermudaonion's Weblog is one of the first blogs I tuned into when I started my blog. Her reviews about books and author interviews , I find enjoyable to read. She comes by almost everyday to see what I have up and I hope she continues to do so.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Waiting On Wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

My pre-publication "waiting to read selection" is:  The One I left Behind   by  Jennifer McMahon
Rel. Date: 1-2-13    Pub. Wm Morrow

Summary: The summer of 1985 changes Reggie's life. An awkward thirteen year old, finds herself mixed up with the school outcasts. That same summer, a serial killer called Neptune begins kidnapping women. He leaves their severed hands on the Police Department steps and five days later, displays their bodies around town. Just when Reggie needs her mother, Vera, the most, Vera's hand is found on the steps. But after five days, there's no body and Neptune disappears.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

My teaser today is taken from: Under The Eye Of God by Jerome Charyn

pg. 107

She gathered her articles of clothing, and she was gone, dancing out his door, half-undressed, her thighs like magnificent supple sticks. It took him less than a minute to mourn her absence.

Click here to read my review of the book.

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Today my words are taken from The Prodical Son  by Colleen Mc Collough

1. imprimatur- A license to print or publish especially under conditions of censorship.

2. confabulation- A fantasy that has unconsciously emerged as a factual account in memory.

3. ineffable- Too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words. "ineffable beauty."

Jerome Charyn - Under the Eye of God - Review



About the Book

After decades of madness in the Bronx, Isaac Sidel visits the craziest state in the country.

Isaac Sidel is too popular to be America’s vice president. Once the New York Police Department commissioner, he became the most beloved mayor in the city’s history—famous for his refusal to surrender his Glock, and for his habit of disappearing for months at a time to fight crime at street level. So when baseball czar J. Michael Storm asks Sidel to join him on the election’s Democratic ticket, the two wild men romp to an unprecedented landslide. But as the president-elect’s mandate goes off the rails—threatened by corruption, sex, and God knows what else—he tires of being overshadowed by Sidel, and dispatches him to a place from which tough politicians seldom return: Texas.

In the Lone Star state, Sidel confronts rogue astrologers, accusations of pedophilia, and a dimwitted assassin who doesn’t know when to take an easy shot. If this Bronx bomber doesn’t watch his step, he risks making vice-presidential history by getting killed on the job.




My Review

This is an intriguing story of corruption, sex and other underhanded goings-on that keeps your interest from page one. Isaac Sidel and Michael Storm make some team. Sidel even seeks the aid of astrologers as he faces the threat of being murdered.

I think if you liked the ten previous Isaac Sidel novels by Jerome Charyn, you will enjoy this latest edition as well. This story will certainly keep you turning the pages to see what happens next.

Excerpt

VICTORIES MEANT LITTLE TO ISAAC SIDEL. He despised election campaigns, with their pomp and panoply, their bitter battles. He went up to the Bronx without his Secret Service man. He loved to stand on some hill and look down upon the firebombed streets. All that desolation seemed to soothe him. The Big Guy needed a strong pinch of chaos. That meadowland of gutted buildings had a strange beauty, like a diorama of brick teeth.

He stood alone in Claremont Park and what he saw pricked his curiosity. Land surveyors and army engineers had climbed onto another hill with their tripods and magical measuring devices. This was no citizen’s group. An MP was guarding their equipment.

The Big Guy hiked over to the army engineers. They saluted him.

“Hello, Mr. President.”

“Jesus,” Isaac said, “I’m not in line to become your commander in chief. You’re looking at the bottom half of the ticket.”

The chief engineer smiled at him. There was no menace in his manner, no hidden darting of his eyes.

“You’re still our president,” he said.

“But what are you guys doing here? The Bronx isn’t much of a playground.”

“This is a practice session, sir. My engineers have to get used to all terrain.”

He produced a permit, signed by the NYPD. It still bothered Isaac—the cavalry invading Claremont Park. But he wouldn’t badger these engineers. They continued with their work.

“Good-bye, Mayor Sidel.”

He couldn’t disappear without creating a little storm of auto- graph seekers. He signed “Sidel” on bits of cardboard and the bills of baseball caps. A woman caressed his sleeve.

“We don’t want Michael,” she whispered. “We want you.”

Isaac skulked out of the park while the army engineers surveyed the South Bronx from their hill. His fans saluted him from fire escapes across the street. There was little Isaac could do about all the fury surrounding the election.

It was known as the slaughter of ’88. Democrats battered Republicans, knocked them out of the box. President Calder Cottonwood couldn’t even capture his own state. He lost Arizona in the very same landslide. But the Democratic Party was riddled with rancor. Its stan- dard bearer, J. Michael Storm, the czar of baseball and president-elect, was sinking fast in the polls. He was a flagrant Casanova. One of his mistresses had surfaced since the election and demanded hush money from the Dems. The Party would have to pay and pay and pay.

That wasn’t the worst of it. The Dems had to cover up J. Michael’s crooked land deals, the phony corporations he’d started with Clarice, his dipsomaniac of a wife. It’s lucky he had a running mate like Sidel, a former police commissioner who ran around with a Glock in his pants and captured criminals while he was on the campaign trail.

The Party couldn’t have won the election without Sidel. He was much more popular than a president or a baseball czar. He should have resigned his mayor’s job, but the citizens of New York wanted Isaac to govern them until the day he ran off to DC. Michael had moved into the Waldorf with his transition team. But Isaac stole whatever little thunder J. Michael had left with his daily shenani- gans. And so the Dems had to get him out of Manhattan.

Tim Seligman, the Party’s chief strategist, who’d been a fighter pilot in Nam, decided to send Isaac out on the road on some kind of quixotic quest. He could scream his head off about any subject under the sun as long as he didn’t mention J. Michael Storm. He was given his own touring bus, a gift from the Democratic National Committee. And Tim Seligman accompanied him as his babysitter. They flew to Dallas, where Isaac began his tour of Texas. He was the Democrats’ holy warrior. But he couldn’t ride with Marianna Storm, Michael’s twelve-year-old daughter, who was known as the Little First Lady. Voters had fallen in love with her during the election. She didn’t campaign with her father. She was always at Isaac’s side. The Big Guy needed a “consort.” Marianna had camped out with him at Gracie Mansion, because she couldn’t bear her mother and father, and had baked butternut cookies for Isaac and his staff. Now, Seligman banned her from Isaac’s bus, and Isaac turned on Tim, threatened to resign as the Democrats’ holy warrior unless he had the Little First Lady. But Tim had to deal with all the postelection flak. The Dems had a photo of Calder pissing in the Rose Garden and threatened to release it if the Republican machine continued to harp on Michael’s mistresses.

“Isaac, it’s a war out there,” Tim said. “The bombs are flying. Do you want to ruin that little girl?”

“By having her sit with me?”

“The Republicans are concocting a very tall tale. And how can we fight it? Unless Marianna disappears, they’ll accuse you of having a Lolita complex.”

“What Lolita?”

“Isaac, it’s a smear. They’re talking pedophilia.”

The future vice president jumped on Tim, rocked the entire bus. The Secret Service had to separate them. The boss of Isaac’s detail, Martin Boyle, an Oklahoman who was six foot two, had to beg the Big Guy.

“Sir, if I let you go, will you promise to behave?”

“Not before I murder Tim.”

“Then I’ll hold you here until kingdom come.”

“Perfect. I won’t have to tour Texas.”

“And President Cottonwood will jump on our backs,” Tim said. “He’s behind the smear. We went deep into Calder’s pockets. We captured his astrologer.”

“Calder has an astrologer? He’s like fucking Adolf Hitler.”

“He can’t make a move without her. He’s beside himself.”

“What’s her name?” Isaac had to ask.

“Markham, Mrs. Amanda Markham.”

“And how did you capture her, huh, Timmy? The Prez must have guarded this Amanda with his life.”

“She walked.”

“Of her own free will? That’s a peach. She comes into our camp and offers her services, and you don’t smell a rat? What’s the matter with you? Calder’s crazed, so he lends us his favorite spy.”

“Isaac, we’re not dummies. We checked her out. We have tapes of her with the Prez.” The Big Guy wasn’t amused. “You’ve been bugging the White House? Boyle, did you hear that?”

“No,” said Isaac’s Secret Service man. “I’m not allowed to listen to your conversations, sir. I’m only here to protect your life.”

“I can’t believe it. Nothing makes sense. . . . And what did you learn from the tapes, Timmy Boy?”

“A lot. About Calder’s pedophilia play. He’s been doctoring pho- tographs. Of you and Marianna. And that’s when Mrs. Markham started to rebel.”

“Why?”

“It disgusted her. She’s a big fan of yours. The Prez found out, and he broke her nose. That’s when she walked.”

“Where is this Mata Hari?” “On the bus, and she’s not Mata Hari.”

“She climbed aboard, and you never told me?”

“I wanted Amanda to study you without your being aware of her. She’s an astrologer, the best in the business. She’s preparing your chart. She can help us plot our future . . . yours and the Party’s.”

“Damn you,” Isaac said. “You steal Marianna and saddle me with a fucking star clerk.”

“Who’s a star clerk?”

Isaac had to crane his neck, or he couldn’t have discovered the source of that shrill cry. A roly-poly woman was perched at the back of the bus with a bandage on her nose. She hadn’t entered his field of vision until now. He should have noticed her. He’d been the Commish.

“Sidel, do you have a sore throat?”

He blinked at the fat witch. “How did you guess?”

“Taureans have a lot of problems with their throats. . . . ”

“Does Calder have the same affliction?”

“I never discuss my other clients,” she said.

“But you did talk to Tim about Marianna, and he took her from me.”

“That’s different. The child was in danger, and so were you. Sidel, I’m your survival kit.”

“I doubt that. You were Calder’s clairvoyant . . . until he broke your nose.”

“But I couldn’t save him. Nobody can.”

“Why? Was the moon in Virgo the moment he was born? And it captured his capriciousness?”

“You’re making fun of me, Sidel.”

“Yes, ma’am. Marianna’s the only moon I’ll ever need.”

***

HE’D CREATED MERLIN ON ACCOUNT of Marianna. She couldn’t function near her mom and dad, with all their feuds. She sulked like a diva, and Isaac had to do something. He brought her up to the badlands of the Bronx. They boycotted Robert Moses’ Cross Bronx Express, which had ruined neighborhood after neighborhood, rip- ping into the Bronx’s fabric, destroying it a patch at a time. Isaac couldn’t save the borough, but he could rescue some of its kids. So he started Merlin, a school away from school, where the brainiest kids of a firebombed Bronx could meet with the best little wiz- ards of Manhattan right inside the mayor’s mansion. And Isaac had recruited Marianna—to enrich his own life, along with the wayward boys and girls of the Bronx. She began spending more time with him at Gracie Mansion. She ironed the Big Guy’s shirts, took over the kitchen, and baked butternut cookies. He couldn’t have survived without her. He also pitied Marianna, who had such a dismal mom and dad.

Now he was with that witch, Mrs. Markham, in the middle of Texas. He had his Glock and his own sixth sense. But he couldn’t understand why Timmy was with him in a yellow campaign bus and hadn’t returned to J. Michael, who stumbled wherever he went.

“Michael needs you, Tim.”

“He’s beyond repair,” the strategist said. “My one consolation is that Calder sank faster than he did. It’s a first in American politics. A presidential race where both guys couldn’t light the simplest fucking fire. If you get stuck in some scandal, Michael will disappear with the Waldorf. That’s why I couldn’t let Calder lock you into a Lolita complex. I had to grab Marianna.”

They’d arrived in San Antone, where Tim had scheduled a press conference in the old cattlemen’s bar at the Menger Hotel, across from the Alamo. The Dems wanted to turn Isaac into Davy Crock- ett, tear off his Manhattan skin. But Isaac wouldn’t fiddle with his own temperament, play some lost son of San Antonio. He wouldn’t wear cowboy boots, like other politicians, attend horse shows, or spit into a solid-gold spittoon. He talked about the blight of inner city schools in the ’80s, the eleven-year-old pistoleros who worked for drug lords and shot rival gangs to pieces, because they couldn’t be tried in open court.

“I don’t like coca kings hiding behind the skirts of children.”

“Then what do you like?” one of the reporters asked. “This is Crockett country. Would you hamper us with a gun-control bill?”

“I might,” Isaac said, “if I could get rid of eleven-year-old assassins.”

“This isn’t Brooklyn. Our kids don’t play with guns. We’d slap them silly, sir.”

The fat witch bumped into Isaac. “Make it short,” she whispered.

“Christ, Mrs. Markham. Are you my chief of staff?”

“The moon is in the middle of two houses. That’s dangerous. You’re on the cusp of something I don’t like at all. Scatter as fast as you can.”

“Run away from the Alamo? This is Texas, dear.”

“Don’t patronize me,” Mrs. Markham hissed and dug an elbow into Isaac’s back . . . as some crazy shooter appeared in the crowd. This shooter had caught Martin Boyle and his Secret Service men with their pants down. They’d been foraging through the Menger Bar for possible kooks and had landed on their own blind side. The shooter had been difficult to spot. He was dressed as a military man, with a silver eagle on his shoulder. But he had a thick, heavy tongue and eyes shot with blood. His mouth sat crooked on his face, as if someone had sewn it there.

“I’m the eye of god,” the shooter shouted, clutching a silver Colt with the longest barrel Isaac had ever seen. The Big Guy couldn’t grab his own Glock. He would have brought pandemonium to the Menger, might have started a massacre. He shielded Mrs. Markham and a little girl, who’d come to seek his autograph, thrust them out of the line of fire, and leapt on the shooter, who squeezed his trigger once, clipped Isaac, grazed him under the arm. The chandeliers rang like celestial chimes. But why, why did Isaac think of those army engineers on their hill in the Bronx just as he was about to topple? It had to be a sinister sign.

“The Citizen’s down, the Citizen’s down,” the Secret Service men sang into their button mikes. “The Citizen” was Isaac’s code name inside the Service. They’d already captured the shooter; fourof them, including Boyle, were lying on top of Isaac. Boyle’s own cheeks were covered in Isaac’s blood.

“Boyle,” Isaac whispered, “will you get the fuck off? I can’t breathe.”

And then he blacked out.


***

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Price: $14.99 ebook, $14.99 paperback
Pages: 222
ISBN: 9781453270998
Publisher: MysteriousPress.com, Open Road Media
Release Date: October 30, 2012


About the Author

JEROME CHARYN (born May 13, 1937) is an award-winning American author. With nearly 50 published works, Charyn has earned a long-standing reputation as an inventive and prolific chronicler of real and imagined American life. Michael Chabon calls him “one of the most important writers in American literature.”

New York Newsday hailed Charyn as “a contemporary American Balzac,” and the Los Angeles Times described him as “absolutely unique among American writers.”

Since the 1964 release of Charyn’s first novel, Once Upon a Droshky, he has published 30 novels, three memoirs, eight graphic novels, two books about film, short stories, plays and works of non-fiction. Two of his memoirs were named New York Times Book of the Year. Charyn has been a finalist for the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction. He received the Rosenthal Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and has been named Commander of Arts and Letters by the French Minister of Culture.

Charyn was Distinguished Professor of Film Studies at the American University of Paris until he left teaching in 2009.

In addition to his writing and teaching, Charyn is a tournament table tennis player, once ranked in the top 10 percent of players in France. Noted novelist Don DeLillo called Charyn’s book on table tennis, Sizzling Chops & Devilish Spins, "The Sun Also Rises of ping-pong."

Charyn lives in Paris and New York City.

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Monday, November 19, 2012

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2

Twilight Breaking Dawn Part 2

Went to see the last part of the Twilight Series over the week-end with my daughter and niece, since we had sort of a ritual of seeing them together from the beginning. I was fascinated with the baby growing up so fast, supposedly reaching full growth in seven years. But the twist in the movie which left omg's through out the theater took everyone by surprise. It was sad to see it come to an end but that is said about everything which you are enjoying. I'm sure there will be another series along the way in the future.

Mailbox Monday

Mailbox Monday

I received one book in my mailbox this week from Mystery Caper Press

Fleeting Memory   By Sherban Young

The answer lies with Keats... With these cryptic last words, the man sprawled out on the floor of the rustic cabin expires-murdered. What could he have meant? Why Keats? Which answer?(For that matter, what was the question?)
All this and more passes through the mind of the young house-holder who discovers the body. If only he knew the guy's name. Or anybody's name. Including his own....


Friday, November 16, 2012

Feature & Follow

Feature & Follow

Q:   Books are turned into movies all the time! Turn it around. What movie would make  great book?

Titanic would be my choice, which always fascinated me and could read over again after seeing the movie version. Another one would be Downton Abbey which I didn't know never came from a book.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Voice

The Voice

I have been watching the voice this season and enjoying the talented singers on the show, I have my favorite, who is an 18 yr. old named Trevin. Everytime I hear him sing I can't get over what a natural gift he has, truly a gift from God. As the show is winding down, I hope Trevin hangs on. Stay tuned.

BTT

Booking Through Thursday

Q:   What's your favorite place to read? Do you have more than one? Can you read anywhere, or do you need things to be "just right?"

My most favorite place to read is in my comfortable chair in my living room, which has plenty of light. I like it to be free of noise, so I can concentrate on my book.


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Waiting On Wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

My pre-publication "can't wait to read selection" is:

A Land More Kind Than Home      by Wiley Cash   (paperback)    Publisher: Wm. Morrow  Rel. date 1-22-13.

A stunning debut reminiscent of the beloved novels of John Hart and Tom Franklin, it is a mesmerizing literary thriller about the bond between two brothers and the evil they face in a small western North Carolina town.

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

My words are taken from Thirteen Cool Words:

1. Obsequious- full of or exhibiting servile compliance; fawning.

2. Miasmic- A noxious atmosphere or influence.

3. Cantankerous- bad tempered, argumentative, uncooperative.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

My teaser:  Taken from the book:   Five O'Clock Follies  by Theasa Tuohy

Pg. 3
She stepped from the refrigerated cool of the Pan Am interior onto the sizzling metal ramp that burned through the thin soles of her highheeled sandals.
 

Monday, November 12, 2012

Mailbox Monday

Mailbox Monday

No physical books in my mailbox this week:

Reading: received for review The Prodigal Son by Colleen McCollough

A very rare and lethal toxin, extracted from the blowfish, is stolen from a lab at Chubb University. It kills within minutes and leaves no trace behind. Dr. Jim, a black man married to a white woman, has faced scandals and prejudice most of his life, so what causes him to risk it all now? Is he being framed for murder?
What did you receive this week?