For the Love of Reading!

For the Love of Reading!

Just a quick post today to talk about a new book, that’s really an old friend.

Throughout the years I’ve gone back and forth trying to pinpoint how, and why, I became a “reader”. What was it that made me love books so much?

As a small child I remember my mother reading to my sister and me; in fact, I still have a photo of the three of us sitting on the living room sofa, a book in my mother’s lap. As I learned to read myself, I read everything in sight. I would pore over the backs of cereal boxes as I crunched my Cheerios, and every new school year I would read my English books and Social Studies & History books – cover to cover – within the first week. I was also very lucky to have a full set of encyclopedias to pick up and read at random, and learn about anything that caught my eye that day – I think that was probably the beginning of my love of research.

But what was it that turned me from reading things in snippets and bits & pieces, to someone who loved holding a book, and disappearing into a full-fledged story? Well, I think I have finally figured it out – I know where it all began, and like all great stories, it begins with…

Once upon a time – I was introduced to my school library. Now I can’t remember how old I was, only that it was a long, long time ago, but the first book that I checked out of that small school library was “Black Beauty” by Anna Sewell. I’m not even sure how I found it, but I can bet it was because it had a picture of a horse on the cover. What I do remember, however, was that I fell in love with the story; and I read it over and over throughout my childhood.

Narrated by Black Beauty himself, the book chronicles all of the good times, the adventures, and even the bad times of his life. I can vividly remember how this book – for the first time – made me feel emotions about a fictional character (and a horse, no less) that was brought to life in the pages of a book. I think that’s when it clicked! Books could bring me to places that I would never visit; introduce me to characters that feel like friends; and put me in the middle of a mystery that I can solve along with the amateur sleuth. Books truly opened up my world. And it all began with a book about a horse.

So, what prompted me to think back to my fond memories of Black Beauty? It was a simple Facebook post from The Folio Society. They just issued their beautiful new version of Black Beauty, and I knew I had to add it to my collection – because as weird as this seems – I never actually owned the book. It was always a book that I borrowed from the library. But, that has been remedied, and I’d like you to take a look at this gorgeous version of my beloved “Black Beauty”

So what was your moment? What was that first book that clicked – that made you realize that the love of reading was with you forever? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. Happy Reading!

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year – For Hallmark Christmas Movies

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year – For Hallmark Christmas Movies

Autumn has finally taken hold; the leaves are falling and the air is cool and crisp – time for Halloween, right? Well, yes, but it’s also my favorite time of the year for those wonderfully sappy Hallmark Christmas movies.

I know for some it’s quite a bit early, but I just can’t help myself – I love them! And apparently a lot of other people do too – let’s look at the press release from Hallmark as they finished up their annual “Countdown to Christmas” for 2017:


Network Outshines Cable and Broadcast Nets and Registers Highest Day, Week, Month, and Quarter of All Time

New York, NY, January 8, 2018 – Driven by holiday ratings juggernaut Countdown to Christmas, Hallmark Channel closed out the final three months of 2017 by chalking up all-time highs including its most-watched and highest-rated day, week, month, and quarter in network history. Competitively, the network consistently out-delivered the cable universe throughout the quarter, as well as beating the broadcast networks on Saturday nights in the 8-10pm time period.

So, what drives this growing phenomenon? I think the answer is pretty clear – Hallmark Channel has a formula that just works for wholesome, light-hearted and yes – faith-based – movies during the Christmas Holiday season.

For me, a self-avowed news junkie, it’s the time of the year to turn off the vitriolic rhetoric of the 24-hour news cycle, take a breath, decorate the house with everything shiny & sparkling and re-set for the coming new year. It just feels good and simple and easy.

So, as I get ready to buy Halloween candy, I’m already thinking of my favorite time of the year – and the Hallmark Channel Countdown to Christmas for 2018 is on its way! The Countdown to Christmas begins on Friday, October 26th with 22 all-new original holiday movies! I’m looking forward to adding these new movies to my tried and true favorites, like:

• Switched for Christmas
• Christmas at Cartwrights
• Christmas at Holly Lodge
• 12 Gifts of Christmas
• Fir Crazy
• Naughty or Nice
• A Very Merry Mix-up
• The Nine Lives of Christmas

And so many more…I can almost hear the cracking fire and smell the pine!

Are you a Hallmark Countdown to Christmas fan? If you are, what are your favorite movies? Let me know in the comments below.

Tangerine by Christine Mangan

Tangerine by Christine Mangan

By Christine Mangan
Published by Ecco

I found this book pretty enjoyable, even if I didn’t like any of the characters – not one.  It was just twisty enough that I had to keep reading to find out what happened in the past, as told from two different points of view, and what was about to happen.  It was like one of those really annoying MTV reality TV shows that you just can’t stop watching even though you really dislike all of the people involved.

We start with a dead body, that at first seems pretty obscure, but later makes sense.  Like everything else in the book, this lays the foundation of piecing together all of the clues sprinkled throughout. But, I have to admit, those clues are pretty obvious.  Nothing really surprised me, and in fact, it was annoying to see that it was so obvious in places.

So, after the opening, where are we?

Set in Tangier in 1956, we meet Alice Shipley – a British citizen, married, and unhappily living in a foreign land because of her husband John’s “secret” job.  She’s not exactly sure what her husband does but he may be working for the “government” – I don’t think she’s even sure which government.  It is during this time that Tangier is gaining its independence from France, and the book hints that this could be part of John’s secret job – although John is an American.  But then again, Tangier has always been known as the spy capital of the world, so maybe John is there for some other nefarious deed.

As far as Alice is concerned, however, the city is oppressive in both climate and culture. She’s regretting her marriage to John, and particularly his insistence that she accompany him to this part of the world, so far from her home and where she feels comfortable.  But as miserably as she feels at the beginning of the book – things are about to get worse.

One day, out of the blue, Alice’s roommate from college shows up.  Alice doesn’t seem particularly happy to see Lucy standing in her doorway, but whether out of manners or a feeling of obligation or guilt, Alice invites Lucy in.

At first it seems that Lucy wants to make amends for something that happened to cause the rift between them – again only hinted at, with the clues slowly building throughout the book. And if Alice is slightly wary, well then John is downright suspicious.  It’s obvious from the moment that Lucy and John meet that they are not going to be friends – the animosity and petty jealousy between them is putting Alice in a pretty bad spot, and she begins to fall apart emotionally as things escalate.

As their past unfolds, Alice and Lucy tell their versions in alternating chapters and we begin to see how Alice – the rich, orphaned girl, and Lucy – the poor girl from the wrong side of the tracks, became so close that it’s difficult to see where one begins and the other ends – but maybe that’s exactly how Lucy wants it.  Her manipulation of a feckless Alice is disturbing and sinister.

Now because this is a mystery, I won’t go into much more detail, but I will say that throughout I just wanted to slap some sense into Alice. I thought John was a complete ass; and by the end of the book I despised Lucy so much that if she had been a real person standing in front of me – I would have hurled the book right at her.

See, just like I said at the beginning – I did not like one character in this book!

One last thought – I was intrigued by the Tangier setting, and I really wished that the author had done a better job of bringing the city itself into the story.  There were glimpses of Tangier, but I think with a city so rich in history and beauty I would have enjoyed feeling a little more immersed.  Maybe we’ll get to see more of that in the movie version, because apparently George Clooney intends to bring this book to the big screen.  Not sure I’d watch for the story, but I would watch for the setting.

If you are interested in learning more about Tangier – take a look at the wiki page:

What are your thoughts?  Have you read Tangerine?  Please feel free to comment below.

The Balcony by Jane Delury

The Balcony by Jane Delury

The Balcony
by Jane Delury
Published by Little, Brown and Company

When I browse through the book store and I pick up a book that I had never heard of, it’s always a leap of faith whether or not it’s the book for me.  The only thing that I have to go by is the blurb on the cover.  This one was a bit deceiving. These were loosely related stories – many of which had nothing to do with “The Balcony”. Some of the stories were OK, but pretty dull for the most part. All in all, a disappointment.

From the Goodreads description:

A century-spanning portrait of the inhabitants of a French village, revealing the deception, despair, love, and longing beneath the calm surface of ordinary lives.

What if our homes could tell the stories of others who lived there before us? Set in a small village near Paris, The Balcony follows the inhabitants of a single estate-including a manor and a servants’ cottage-over the course of several generations, from the Belle Époque to the present day, introducing us to a fascinating cast of characters. A young American au pair develops a crush on her brilliant employer. An ex-courtesan shocks the servants, a Jewish couple in hiding from the Gestapo attract the curiosity of the neighbors, and a housewife begins an affair while renovating her downstairs. Rich and poor, young and old, powerful and persecuted, all of these people are seeking something: meaning, love, a new beginning, or merely survival.

Doesn’t that description sound intriguing?

This book is set up with the first story focused on the “balcony”, however it really doesn’t factor into any of the other stories.  Kind of strange since the title is “The Balcony”.  I kept waiting for the title character – le balcon – to show up.  Instead, the book revolves around characters that are sad, flawed and even pretty distasteful.The stories take us through time, but not in a linear manner, which was fine. I didn’t find it hard to follow as some other reviewers did, but the way it was arranged and the way some of the stories started it was not always clear where we were in the story, or how they were related – if at all.

I didn’t really love this book, but I think that was because I expected it to be an ongoing story of characters that lived in the manor.  However, the stories are well written, and there were some that I wished had gone on a little longer. What I didn’t like was how depressing and hopeless some of the stories seemed.  But I admit, that’s a personal preference. I have a pretty busy life, and work a full-time job, so when I read it’s to entertain and uplift me – I tend to stay away from books that are tear-jerkers. Not that this book could be described as a tear-jerker, it just was a bit of a downer.  And the last chapter/story – left me so muddled that I’m still unsure of what in the world was going on.

All in all, it was a 50/50 for me.  There was never any time during my reading that I felt immersed in any of the stories, which is why I tend to stay away from short story collections.  I wish this one had made it clear from the start that this was basically a short story collection. If it had, I would have passed on “The Balcony”.

I’m very curious to hear if anyone else has read this book, or plans to. Please leave you comments below.

Auntie Poldi and the Sicilian Lions by Mario Giordano

Auntie Poldi and the Sicilian Lions by Mario Giordano

Auntie Poldi and the Sicilian Lions (An Auntie Poldi Adventure – Book 1)
By Mario Giordano
Translator: John Brownjohn
Published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I’m always so reluctant to post an unfavorable review, and to date I don’t think that I’ve had to.  This one may be my first.

There were a few things that I liked when I was deciding whether or not to buy it. First,  it was compared to “Auntie Mame”, but as a zany mystery. Second, it takes place in picturesque Italy.

However, there were some things that I just couldn’t get my head around. One of which was how this zaftig, 60-year-old woman, who sweat profusely under her wig was able to convince her family, and a police officer, to bend to her every whim. I just didn’t buy it, and frankly, Auntie Poldi just wasn’t an interesting character.

However, with all of that said, I wanted to finish the book – which I did in one sitting (it’s a pretty quick read), but then found myself a little let down by the ending. Needless to say, I don’t think I’m going to continue with the series.

But to be fair, the premise sounded promising to me and others may find it interesting, so I’ll do a quick synopsis of the plot.

Sixty-year-old Isolde “Poldi” Oberreiter, is the daughter of a Munich police detective, (but I’m not sure if we know that right away). She’s a widow who doesn’t think she has much to live for, so she retires to a Sicilian village in Italy, where she believes that she’ll live out her days away from her family, slowly drinking herself to death.

When she finds the body of her young handyman on the beach, she decides that maybe there is some life in her left, and resolves to find the murderer. She bases this idea on the fact that since her father was a detective she must surely have the skills to solve this crime. Of course, she goes bumbling along, dragging her family into her zany plan – which are all too happy to become accomplices because she no longer thinks about her death.

We also learn that Poldi has a weakness for good-looking policemen, and likes to go around town taking snapshots of them as they go about their daily routine. When she gets romantically involved with one, he is also pulled along into her wacky scheme. To his credit, he doesn’t cave in to her every whim, and gives her a hard time when she has the audacity to take over his investigation. It’s no surprise that like all amateur sleuths Auntie Poldi solves the crime, and makes the police look like dolts.

So, why am I being so hard on this book when I usually do like a cozy mystery with an amateur sleuth. It has to be Auntie Poldi herself. I found her to be so overbearing and unlikeable; and the way she is described in the book as overweight, unable to climb steps without wheezing, and the sweat that seems to accumulate under her wig that needs continuous adjusting; well let’s just say that I really didn’t want to visualize that in my head.

All in all I’m glad that I finished it. There were some fun characters, but not enough to bring me back for the second book in the series.

I’d like to hear from anyone that has read this book or series so far. There seems to be some fairly good praise for it – I guess it just wasn’t for me.


Doc by Mary Doria Russell

Doc by Mary Doria Russell

by Mary Doria Russell
Published by Random House

There are a few people who follow this blog that are family members, friends and co-workers; and there is something that they probably have learned about me over the years – I just LOVE a western! Whether in books, TV or movies, there is nothing like a really well done western – and before I forget – if you haven’t seen “Godless” on Netflix, stop what you are doing right now and go watch that show! By far one of the best westerns that I have seen in a very long time. OK, back to Doc.

You don’t have to be someone who loves western history and lore to have heard about the gunfight at the O.K. Corral, or the larger than life heroes (or villains depending on whose side you’re on) that participated on that fateful day. So, I’m sure that if someone mentions the name Doc Holliday you’d have some idea in your mind of who he was. If not, or if you want another side of the Doc Holliday story, this book is for you.

Mary Doria Russell puts together fact and fiction to weave a story about a smart and very witty, but very sickly, man who becomes larger than life in legend. Her research takes us into the life of John Henry Holliday as a child, and how he went from a well-educated and cultured upbringing to gambling, drinking and living with a prostitute. She also tells how Holliday becomes acquainted with the Earps, and although there is mention of the famous gunfight, this book really revolves around the fascinating life of a man more famously known as Doc.

To make the story even more interesting, and to give some insight into the character of Holliday, Russell creates a murder mystery using Doc as the amateur sleuth out to solve the mystery and bring the killer to justice. Now, don’t start thinking that this turns the book into a cozy mystery the likes of Murder She Wrote, or any other mystery with an amateur sleuth. Not this book – it has grit and shows how hard life was in the wild frontier town of Dodge City, Kansas in 1878.

I just loved this book, and it was no surprise to learn that Doc was the American Library Association’s Top Pick in Historical Fiction. The writing is gorgeous and descriptive, with the voice of Doc Holliday coming through so strong that I swear I could hear his Georgia drawl as I was reading.

Next up – “Epitaph”, where Mary Doria Russell picks up where Doc left off, as Holliday and the Earps move to Tombstone, Arizona, and the infamous Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.

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As always, I welcome your comments below.



Found myself with an extra copy of The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin, so I’m having a giveaway. Any follower of this blog is automatically entered to win. I’ll choose one person at random on Saturday, Sept 8th.



“A captivating family saga.”—The New York Times Book Review

“You won’t be able to put it down.”—The Skimm (Skimm Reads Pick)

“This literary family saga is perfect for fans of Celeste Ng and Donna Tartt.”—People Magazine (Book of the Week)

“A sprawling, enchanting family saga.”—Entertainment Weekly (The Must List)

A dazzling family love story reminiscent of Everything I Never Told You from a novelist heralded by Lorrie Moore as a “great new talent.”

If you knew the date of your death, how would you live your life?

It’s 1969 in New York City’s Lower East Side, and word has spread of the arrival of a mystical woman, a traveling psychic who claims to be able to tell anyone the day they will die. The Gold children—four adolescents on the cusp of self-awareness—sneak out to hear their fortunes.

The prophecies inform their next five decades. Golden-boy Simon escapes to the West Coast, searching for love in ’80s San Francisco; dreamy Klara becomes a Las Vegas magician, obsessed with blurring reality and fantasy; eldest son Daniel seeks security as an army doctor post-9/11; and bookish Varya throws herself into longevity research, where she tests the boundary between science and immortality.

A sweeping novel of remarkable ambition and depth, The Immortalists probes the line between destiny and choice, reality and illusion, this world and the next. It is a deeply moving testament to the power of story, the nature of belief, and the unrelenting pull of familial bonds.