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

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.


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.”


“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.


Under the Eye of God buy links:

Barnes and Noble


Price: $14.99 ebook, $14.99 paperback
Pages: 222
ISBN: 9781453270998
Publisher:, 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.

Links to connect with Jerome:
Web site
Facebook (Isaac Sidel)
Twitter (Isaac Sidel)
Blog Tour Site

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.


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?

Friday, November 9, 2012



Q:  Do you mind books with similar ideas to other books? Similar concepts backgrounds, retellings or pulled-to-publish fanfic?

I don't mind books with similar ideas/concepts as long as the author makes it their own story. If a book captures my attention, I'm all for it.What do you think?

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday

1. How do storms affect your reading? Do you go for comfort reading?

If I had to stay in because of a storm, I generally would do comfort reading.

2. How do you deal with power outages? Do you read by candlelight? flashlight? use a self-lit e-reader or tablet? Skip reading altogether for the duration and instead play games with the family?

My eyes aren't what they used to be to read by candlelight, so when we due have a power outage, which isn't too often I would use an e-reader.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Waiting On Wednesday

Waiting On Wednesday

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

                                                  The House Girl
                                            By Tara Conklin      384 pages
                                             Rel.Date: 2-12-13    publisher: Wm. Morrow

Virginia, 1852, seventeen year old Josephine Bell decides to run from the failing tobacco farm where she s a slave and nurse to her ailing mistress, the aspiring artist Lu Anne Bell. New York City 2004, Lina Sparrow, an ambitious first year associate in an elite law firm, is given a difficult, highly sensitive assignment that could make her career: she must find the "perfect plaintiff" to lead a historic class-action lawsuit worth trillions of dollars in reparations for descendants of American slaves. Lina finds herself questioning her own family history and the secrets that her father has never revealed.

Wondrous Words Wednesday

Wondrous Words Wednesday

My words are taken from A List of Interesting Words

1. Jejune- Nothing interesting; rudimentary.

2. Hispid- Coarse bristle like hair, especially of animals or plants.

3. Condign- A well deserved punishment.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Teaser Tuesday

Tuesday Tuesday

My teaser today is from the book:  The Prodigal Son   By  Colleen McCullough

pg. 82       "You can look at it that way, Deels."  Or you can interpret the whole thing as an attempt to frame Dr. Jim.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Fever by Mary Beth Keane Review-Post

Fever   by Mary Beth Keane       Review- Post

Mary Mallon, an Irish immigrant in New York at the turn of the twentieth century, has battled fiercely to better her lot in life. She works her way up the ranks to cook for the wealthiest families in Manhattan, but leaves a trail of death and disease in her wake.When she is accused of spreading typhoid and imprisoned in complete isolation on an island off Manhattan, despite being perfectly healthy herself, she refuses to understand her paradoxical situation. Condemned by press and public alike, she is branded a murderer, but continues to fight for her freedom.

My Thoughts:
I loved this book, I found it to be a page turning captivating story of a woman who couldn't control her fate after being branded as a disease carrier and murderer, through no fault of her own. A brave woman who tried to live her life in spite of all that befell her. It is a compelling read that piques your interest throughout.

Mailbox Monday

Mailbox Monday

No physical books in my mailbox this week, but it's good catch up time.
I finished reading Fever by Mary Beth Keane, which I will be posting a review on my blog soon.
What did you get in yours?

Friday, November 2, 2012

Feature & Follow

Feature & Follow

Q:  What is a deal breaker for you in a book? For example, do you abhor love triangles? Or can't deal with bad editing?

It depends on the storyline with love triangles, but bad editing is not good for me. Also I mentioned this before, I don't like the introduction of too many characters in a book. What's your opinion?