<?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-2091859838779514604</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:30:03.946-07:00</updated><category term='Book Review'/><category term='Ann Parker'/><category term='Dive from Clausen&apos;s Pier'/><title type='text'>Master the Art of Reading at the Newburgh Free Library</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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>275</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8593201776344472830</id><published>2009-08-27T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:47:36.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatally Flaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Spap7Y0nvEI/AAAAAAAABOk/o9WvzkiIgcw/s1600-h/34979916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374670043053800514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Spap7Y0nvEI/AAAAAAAABOk/o9WvzkiIgcw/s200/34979916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpapkyDC_gI/AAAAAAAABOc/e00KD_yRV40/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374669654688202242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 31px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpapkyDC_gI/AAAAAAAABOc/e00KD_yRV40/s320/icn_2star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Diane Mott Davidson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved Davidson's books when she first started out, always looking forward to her feisty chef-protagonist and mouth-watering recipes. But over the years she's become tediously repetitive, re-hashing the plot elements (perhaps ruminating on the clues?) and endlessly reciting her daily espresso consumption. In this volume, she pours herself 2 cups of coffee in one paragraph! And the recipes are all at the end, so there's no more integration of party theme and menu. Maybe she just needs a new editor. Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/27/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8593201776344472830?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8593201776344472830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8593201776344472830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/fatally-flaky.html' title='Fatally Flaky'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Spap7Y0nvEI/AAAAAAAABOk/o9WvzkiIgcw/s72-c/34979916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3461037976085061190</id><published>2009-08-27T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:25:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than a Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaVtsmR0nI/AAAAAAAABOE/E2Ob69kdR_w/s1600-h/41023557.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaVtsmR0nI/AAAAAAAABOE/E2Ob69kdR_w/s320/41023557.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374647817611629170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaUnUysCTI/AAAAAAAABN8/TRGs729mOM8/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaUnUysCTI/AAAAAAAABN8/TRGs729mOM8/s200/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374646608630384946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Roz Denny Fox&lt;br /&gt;A young woman had been in an accident and lost her memory. After her mother died, she finds a box of papers and books, relating to her life before the accident. This information takes her back to her old life, where she was happy. (Fiction) 08/27/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3461037976085061190?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3461037976085061190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3461037976085061190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-than-memory.html' title='More Than a Memory'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaVtsmR0nI/AAAAAAAABOE/E2Ob69kdR_w/s72-c/41023557.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1881547607604957174</id><published>2009-08-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T07:24:41.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman in Hiding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaXGuuJTmI/AAAAAAAABOU/gYGQYoVfMaQ/s1600-h/n8666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaXGuuJTmI/AAAAAAAABOU/gYGQYoVfMaQ/s200/n8666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374649347189853794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaSv55o-iI/AAAAAAAABNs/WnPb6l6dIiU/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaSv55o-iI/AAAAAAAABNs/WnPb6l6dIiU/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374644557007354402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Winters&lt;br /&gt;A story about a young woman who is living stalked by an ex fiance. She travel across the U.S. to escape and find a new life. (Fiction) 08/27/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1881547607604957174?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1881547607604957174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1881547607604957174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/woman-in-hiding.html' title='Woman in Hiding'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaXGuuJTmI/AAAAAAAABOU/gYGQYoVfMaQ/s72-c/n8666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4399440452572461100</id><published>2009-08-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:56:05.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek: Federation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaQ8D6FteI/AAAAAAAABNc/lZSfSe9RKag/s1600-h/n8666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374642566828766690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaQ8D6FteI/AAAAAAAABNc/lZSfSe9RKag/s200/n8666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaQif3jmDI/AAAAAAAABNU/arduj9EmGy0/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374642127657736242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaQif3jmDI/AAAAAAAABNU/arduj9EmGy0/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Judith &amp;amp; Garfield Reeves-Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Science has a way of bringing out both the best and worst of mankind. When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zephram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cochrane&lt;/span&gt; created faster then light travel, humanity spread to the stars. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Earth fell to a cataclysmic 3rd World War, one with nuclear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;repercussions&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;heinous&lt;/span&gt; Colonel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Adrik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thorsen&lt;/span&gt; is intent on procuring from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cochrane&lt;/span&gt; the non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;existant&lt;/span&gt; Warp bomb. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Thorsen&lt;/span&gt; chases &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cochrane&lt;/span&gt; through the years, over the centuries through strange and unique means. On the journey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cochrane&lt;/span&gt; is aided by both Captain James T. Kirk and the crew of the U.S.S Enterprise as well as Captain Jean-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Luc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Picard&lt;/span&gt; of the U.S.S Enterprise-D over seventy years later. The tale that is spun shows us the best and worst of humanity's nature, and what we can achieve and hope to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; if we only allow ourselves to do so. This set of values is the heart of humanity's greatest achievement...fellowship..brotherhood....The United Federation of Planets. This was an amazing novel, very well written, and gives a whole new insight to the foundations of the Federation and the history of humanities achievements. Despite many of the details here being overridden by the film Star Trek: First Contact, the book is still a must read for any fan of the franchise, and it's the best I've read to date! 5/5 stars!! Review by Barron. (Fiction) 08/27/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4399440452572461100?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4399440452572461100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4399440452572461100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-trek-federation.html' title='Star Trek: Federation'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpaQ8D6FteI/AAAAAAAABNc/lZSfSe9RKag/s72-c/n8666.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-31471770930917420</id><published>2009-08-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:18:05.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Do It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpWJ6GMzFsI/AAAAAAAABNM/9u7WBVgv3-w/s1600-h/I+can+do+it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpWJ6GMzFsI/AAAAAAAABNM/9u7WBVgv3-w/s200/I+can+do+it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374353361526265538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpWJTsN3VJI/AAAAAAAABNE/_15s-CR3SjU/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpWJTsN3VJI/AAAAAAAABNE/_15s-CR3SjU/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374352701716386962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Louise L. Hay&lt;br /&gt;Louise L. Hay is an 80 year old author, who loves her readers. The book and book on CD sold as a unit offer a double bonus. Using affirmations to create a fulfilling life in all areas such as health, love, money, friendship, and self-esteem are the subject of the book. Review by Victoria. (Non-fiction) 08/26/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-31471770930917420?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/31471770930917420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/31471770930917420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-can-do-it.html' title='I Can Do It!'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpWJ6GMzFsI/AAAAAAAABNM/9u7WBVgv3-w/s72-c/I+can+do+it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1587275405464218694</id><published>2009-08-26T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:56:46.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Who Said Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVpIx4i86I/AAAAAAAABM8/UJfpCDrx6Z0/s1600-h/n59942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374317329886933922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVpIx4i86I/AAAAAAAABM8/UJfpCDrx6Z0/s200/n59942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVpCokKLAI/AAAAAAAABM0/FbXGBZkXw0I/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374317224306289666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVpCokKLAI/AAAAAAAABM0/FbXGBZkXw0I/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Lilian Jackson Braun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed this book from cover to cover. Mrs. Braun has a way of mixing cats and crime that is amazing and keeps you turning pages. I enjoy all of her books. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/26/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1587275405464218694?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1587275405464218694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1587275405464218694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-who-said-cheese.html' title='The Cat Who Said Cheese'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVpIx4i86I/AAAAAAAABM8/UJfpCDrx6Z0/s72-c/n59942.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1005304346278684880</id><published>2009-08-26T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:53:39.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Who Could Read Backwards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVog6QmudI/AAAAAAAABMs/uyFELbrgk3U/s1600-h/cat-who.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374316644940560850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVog6QmudI/AAAAAAAABMs/uyFELbrgk3U/s200/cat-who.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVoTlW-eoI/AAAAAAAABMk/iXWpBrgIL7I/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374316415991839362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVoTlW-eoI/AAAAAAAABMk/iXWpBrgIL7I/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:Lilian Jackson Braun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like cats and a mystery like I do, this book gives you both! Koko was a smart cat from the get go, plus he solves crimes before the police. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/26/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1005304346278684880?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1005304346278684880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1005304346278684880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-who-could-read-backwards.html' title='The Cat Who Could Read Backwards'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVog6QmudI/AAAAAAAABMs/uyFELbrgk3U/s72-c/cat-who.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5293195928777062721</id><published>2009-08-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:45:30.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Who Saw Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVmcZkQnwI/AAAAAAAABMM/EfeXhRoasDc/s1600-h/n59945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374314368421895938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVmcZkQnwI/AAAAAAAABMM/EfeXhRoasDc/s200/n59945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVmItiyh8I/AAAAAAAABME/yb-KYbs3-IA/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374314030187055042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVmItiyh8I/AAAAAAAABME/yb-KYbs3-IA/s200/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:Lilian Jackson Braun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy all of "The Cat Who" books because I love cats and I like crime stories. With a cat who books you get both. Ms. Braun has a way of writing that keeps me interested from beginning to end. I recommend all of "The Cat Who" books to everyone. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/26/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5293195928777062721?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5293195928777062721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5293195928777062721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-who-saw-stars.html' title='The Cat Who Saw Stars'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVmcZkQnwI/AAAAAAAABMM/EfeXhRoasDc/s72-c/n59945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1151498574200347489</id><published>2009-08-26T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:54:06.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Who Went Up the Creek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVld9A7FXI/AAAAAAAABL8/o8sHCZphA9g/s1600-h/13960688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374313295605601650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVld9A7FXI/AAAAAAAABL8/o8sHCZphA9g/s200/13960688.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVlUyNGZCI/AAAAAAAABL0/dIuXVsunRRg/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374313138085061666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVlUyNGZCI/AAAAAAAABL0/dIuXVsunRRg/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Lilian Jackson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book was very interesting. It had me turning pages. I like Ms.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brauns&lt;/span&gt; way of writing. I like cats and a good mystery. This book is the ultimate mixture of both. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/26/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1151498574200347489?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1151498574200347489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1151498574200347489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-who-went-up-creek.html' title='The Cat Who Went Up the Creek'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpVld9A7FXI/AAAAAAAABL8/o8sHCZphA9g/s72-c/13960688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3800392945404419203</id><published>2009-08-25T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:17:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traffickers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRFHe0ZniI/AAAAAAAABLc/bInenXLPmDc/s1600-h/n292506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373996250194091554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRFHe0ZniI/AAAAAAAABLc/bInenXLPmDc/s200/n292506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRGcwr_rxI/AAAAAAAABLk/_yBOQ967xXM/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373997715279556370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRGcwr_rxI/AAAAAAAABLk/_yBOQ967xXM/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By: W.E.B Griffin &amp;amp; William &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Butterworth&lt;/span&gt; IV&lt;br /&gt;Waited a long time for the next chapter of the Badge of Honor Series. Keeps you reading to get to the end. Hopes he continues with the series. (Fiction) 08/25/09&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3800392945404419203?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3800392945404419203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3800392945404419203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/traffickers.html' title='The Traffickers'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRFHe0ZniI/AAAAAAAABLc/bInenXLPmDc/s72-c/n292506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-7490126895617809730</id><published>2009-08-25T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:09:23.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindman's Bluff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpREwdyNIEI/AAAAAAAABLU/A-yBanVr5YQ/s1600-h/n290782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373995854779457602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpREwdyNIEI/AAAAAAAABLU/A-yBanVr5YQ/s200/n290782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRErWpe8vI/AAAAAAAABLM/VA8n1db1CWc/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373995766964482802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRErWpe8vI/AAAAAAAABLM/VA8n1db1CWc/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Faye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kellerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would recommend this book to everyone. Very fast pace, action &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thriller&lt;/span&gt;. She ties up all the loose ends. It's the type of book you can't wait to get to the end. Review by Kathleen. (Fiction) 08/25/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-7490126895617809730?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7490126895617809730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7490126895617809730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/blindmans-bluff.html' title='Blindman&apos;s Bluff'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpREwdyNIEI/AAAAAAAABLU/A-yBanVr5YQ/s72-c/n290782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1373977758102784852</id><published>2009-08-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:56:24.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder on the Rocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRBkH_S1_I/AAAAAAAABLE/AWkYETVhLDA/s1600-h/n216866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373992344235464690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRBkH_S1_I/AAAAAAAABLE/AWkYETVhLDA/s200/n216866.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRBSvFixRI/AAAAAAAABK8/x8wO31tL41g/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373992045493011730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRBSvFixRI/AAAAAAAABK8/x8wO31tL41g/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:Karen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MacInerney&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first "Gray Whale Inn" mystery is great. Who killed the owner of premier resorts? Natalie certainly didn't want him buying up the land next t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; her inn. But she wasn't the only one. Many locals on Cranberry Isle, Maine thought a modern hotel wasn't good for the nesting terns. Are they mad enough to kill? Read this one to find out. And enjoy the Gray Whale Inn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Recipes&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the book. Review by Donna. (Fiction) 08/25/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1373977758102784852?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1373977758102784852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1373977758102784852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/murder-on-rocks.html' title='Murder on the Rocks'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpRBkH_S1_I/AAAAAAAABLE/AWkYETVhLDA/s72-c/n216866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-551944715765184448</id><published>2009-08-25T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:40:54.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walking People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ-A8Lw7dI/AAAAAAAABK0/IVSHt4JSMus/s1600-h/n300612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988441236237778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ-A8Lw7dI/AAAAAAAABK0/IVSHt4JSMus/s200/n300612.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ9kNjYUNI/AAAAAAAABKs/zhEAgC6P-7A/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373987947682484434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ9kNjYUNI/AAAAAAAABKs/zhEAgC6P-7A/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:Mary Beth Keane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wonderful book about Irish immigrants in the 1950s, long after the terrible starvation of the famine years but still a time when grinding poverty drove country people to leave family and home. The title is derived from the Irish name for tinkers or gypsies, who were considered thieves and liars and treated as outcasts. Yet even settled people had no electricity, telephone or any of the modern "conveniences" Americans already took for granted. Like most others before them, Greta, Johanna and Michael never stop thinking of Ireland as home, but nor do they ever return. They succeed in adapting to life in America, tho a deep secret isolates them from both neighbors and distant relatives. Wherever your ancestors came from, you'll enjoy this skillful portrayal of the post-War period by an extremely talented young writer. Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-551944715765184448?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/551944715765184448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/551944715765184448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-people.html' title='The Walking People'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ-A8Lw7dI/AAAAAAAABK0/IVSHt4JSMus/s72-c/n300612.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4736556624026990533</id><published>2009-08-25T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:28:33.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death on Demand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ7T134AxI/AAAAAAAABKk/OoqOGrz4u2Y/s1600-h/n61353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985467424834322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ7T134AxI/AAAAAAAABKk/OoqOGrz4u2Y/s200/n61353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ7D1LrnII/AAAAAAAABKc/q7b2sRGeAO0/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373985192361565314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 31px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ7D1LrnII/AAAAAAAABKc/q7b2sRGeAO0/s320/icn_2star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:Carolyn G. Hart&lt;br /&gt;Title: excellent, especially as the name of a bookstore. Setting: love the SC barrier islands and an all-mystery bookstore? terrific! Characters: appealing in the cozy way. BUT is this a mystery or a romance? Well, cross-genre is fine. Or is this the author's entry in a contest to see how many classic mystery author and titles (both book and film)one can refer to in one volume? A true mystery scholar might enjoy this book, but there was too much name-dropping for this casual fan. Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4736556624026990533?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4736556624026990533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4736556624026990533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-on-demand.html' title='Death on Demand'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ7T134AxI/AAAAAAAABKk/OoqOGrz4u2Y/s72-c/n61353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1473118838733058213</id><published>2009-08-25T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:24:33.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shatter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ537h8kuI/AAAAAAAABKU/yY2Gt1OYgkA/s1600-h/shatter-angle-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373983888395506402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ537h8kuI/AAAAAAAABKU/yY2Gt1OYgkA/s200/shatter-angle-red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ5k7XBIRI/AAAAAAAABKM/x9W7eCBCOOw/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373983561932153106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 62px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ5k7XBIRI/AAAAAAAABKM/x9W7eCBCOOw/s320/icn_4star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Robotham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prepare to be terrified. A friend at the beach told me she avoids mystery and suspense in which the victim is a single female of a certain age. But I read this anyway because I like the psychologist-detective (and I'm a bit bored with Alex Delaware.) A motive related to the experiences of returning veterans; an utterly unique method; tremendous suspense and a nice little red herring. Enjoy it early in the day. Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1473118838733058213?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1473118838733058213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1473118838733058213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/shatter.html' title='Shatter'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ537h8kuI/AAAAAAAABKU/yY2Gt1OYgkA/s72-c/shatter-angle-red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-199209915880430670</id><published>2009-08-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:15:39.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unscratchables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ4CnNhD7I/AAAAAAAABKE/hveCbrZB4Lc/s1600-h/n320055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981872896413618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ4CnNhD7I/AAAAAAAABKE/hveCbrZB4Lc/s200/n320055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ3yBD-TyI/AAAAAAAABJ8/IYzGPuHGQGw/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373981587777933090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 47px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ3yBD-TyI/AAAAAAAABJ8/IYzGPuHGQGw/s320/icn_3star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Cornelius Kane &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm - a bit of diversity in the mystery genre is welcome, but this one is perhaps too far-fetched. The investigators: police detective Crusher McNash, a bull terrier, and Siamese Cassius Lap of the Feline Bureau of Investigation. The setting: a Manhattan-like city and its gritty suburbs, inhabited by these species with the cats occupying society's upper echelons and the dogs at a distinctly lower stratum. The victims: two Rottweiler gangsters and a feral cat who might be their killer. The first in a series based on the dark side of the animal kingdom, I'd skip this one. Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-199209915880430670?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/199209915880430670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/199209915880430670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/unscratchables.html' title='The Unscratchables'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ4CnNhD7I/AAAAAAAABKE/hveCbrZB4Lc/s72-c/n320055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-674660613948818676</id><published>2009-08-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:11:39.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chalk Circle Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ2xmNJ2lI/AAAAAAAABJs/z6_p4u-MUaE/s1600-h/9781843432722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373980481057053266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ2xmNJ2lI/AAAAAAAABJs/z6_p4u-MUaE/s200/9781843432722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ234rt7sI/AAAAAAAABJ0/XA26ZMmTj_I/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373980589096300226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ234rt7sI/AAAAAAAABJ0/XA26ZMmTj_I/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Fred Vargas&lt;br /&gt;The first in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Commissaire&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Adamsberg&lt;/span&gt; series, this mystery has a distinctly French/European flavor as the plot advances more through character development than action. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;commissaire&lt;/span&gt; is a great thinker and doodler whose patience sometimes annoys but ultimately improves the performance of his staff. He longs to find his beloved Camille, who left him years before. Other cast members are eccentric and psychologically intriguing, as well as surprisingly interconnected. Is the murderer an obsessive-compulsive, drawing blue chalk circles around seemingly random objects with an occasional victim? Or is it all coincidental? I read the sequel, &lt;u&gt;Have Mercy on Us All&lt;/u&gt;, some time ago and plan to skim over it again before continuing with this excellent series. Review by Anne.(Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-674660613948818676?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/674660613948818676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/674660613948818676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/chalk-circle-man.html' title='The Chalk Circle Man'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ2xmNJ2lI/AAAAAAAABJs/z6_p4u-MUaE/s72-c/9781843432722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-2934260156474126203</id><published>2009-08-25T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:04:59.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auralia's Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ1l6PcQLI/AAAAAAAABJk/dEdp_RtteO8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373979180765298866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ1l6PcQLI/AAAAAAAABJk/dEdp_RtteO8/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ1VmNT9JI/AAAAAAAABJc/sfu9HD2seoo/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373978900509750418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 31px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ1VmNT9JI/AAAAAAAABJc/sfu9HD2seoo/s320/icn_2star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:Jeffrey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Overstreet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This novel is a religious allegory weakly posing as a fantasy novel. Reviewers raved about the "lush" language, rife with similes, metaphors, etc, yet often &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Overstreet's&lt;/span&gt; comparisons felt forced. Readers lauded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Auralia&lt;/span&gt; as a delightfully unique character, yet I found her supremely unrealistic and uninteresting, as well as far too mystical for my tastes. Add in a whole ream of flat characters and my appreciation further skydived. Evidently some people really enjoyed this work - but I was not one of them. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-2934260156474126203?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2934260156474126203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2934260156474126203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/auralias-colors.html' title='Auralia&apos;s Colors'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ1l6PcQLI/AAAAAAAABJk/dEdp_RtteO8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1378011081566408900</id><published>2009-08-25T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:41:44.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The City &amp; The City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ0tdqXH1I/AAAAAAAABJU/InNyhu2MHAc/s1600-h/the-city-and-the-city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373978211020906322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ0tdqXH1I/AAAAAAAABJU/InNyhu2MHAc/s200/the-city-and-the-city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ0YoOHVbI/AAAAAAAABJM/-4e0A3QzaW8/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373977853077968306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ0YoOHVbI/AAAAAAAABJM/-4e0A3QzaW8/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: China &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mieville&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part science fiction, part murder mystery, this novel takes place in twin cities that occupy the same geographical space. Street by street, building by building, even room by room, the two cities co-exist with different cultures, languages and foods. How is this accomplished? By strict adherence to not seeing, hearing or reacting to what is happening in the city in which you don't live. This extreme "custody of the eyes" is enforced by Breach, a much-feared authority over both cities. But what is Breach? And when a young woman is murdered in one city and her body found in the other - has a breach occurred? Fascinating commentary on the ways in which we do not see or understand those who differ from us in ethnicity, wealth, culture, religion or any other quality and equally fascinating to contemplate what it means to bridge those differences. Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1378011081566408900?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1378011081566408900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1378011081566408900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-city.html' title='The City &amp; The City'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQ0tdqXH1I/AAAAAAAABJU/InNyhu2MHAc/s72-c/the-city-and-the-city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4580478280723902371</id><published>2009-08-25T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:24:57.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death with Interruptions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQzmyuMbQI/AAAAAAAABJE/NGOVKAuHMO0/s1600-h/9781410415202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373976996903415042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQzmyuMbQI/AAAAAAAABJE/NGOVKAuHMO0/s200/9781410415202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQzWqYBj4I/AAAAAAAABI8/Qa8bAtTDyss/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373976719785037698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQzWqYBj4I/AAAAAAAABI8/Qa8bAtTDyss/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Jose &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saramago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An extraordinarily challenging book to read, this novel is translated from the Portuguese. The author is the winner of the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature. On the first day of the new year in an unnamed country, death ceases to occur and the consequences are predictable (and not), thought-provoking, tragic and humorous. It evolves that death is a being, one of many and in this case concerned with human beings. Gradually death's personality emerges until the tale becomes a love story. Particularly difficult in the first half of the novel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saramago&lt;/span&gt; uses no quotation marks or paragraph indentations and few capitals to indicate different speakers. I sometimes had to tick off the sentences on my hands to follow the dialogue, reading much of the novel twice - and it was absolutely worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4580478280723902371?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4580478280723902371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4580478280723902371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-with-interruptions.html' title='Death with Interruptions'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQzmyuMbQI/AAAAAAAABJE/NGOVKAuHMO0/s72-c/9781410415202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8473148971538344022</id><published>2009-08-25T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:52:22.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Dorrit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQyk4ZzL-I/AAAAAAAABI0/hKveg2AuhJg/s1600-h/%257B265D86E0-E414-473D-952D-5788169C93C5%257DImg100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373975864557121506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQyk4ZzL-I/AAAAAAAABI0/hKveg2AuhJg/s200/%257B265D86E0-E414-473D-952D-5788169C93C5%257DImg100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQyQ75QdWI/AAAAAAAABIs/n_Zc7M9tOGQ/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373975521896985954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQyQ75QdWI/AAAAAAAABIs/n_Zc7M9tOGQ/s320/icn_5star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By:Charles Dickens &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A true Dickens masterpiece, with a wide array of interesting characters, beautiful language, and a delightfully sharp, though occasionally veiled, sense of humor. Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dorrit&lt;/span&gt; focuses on imprisonment of all kinds, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marshalsea&lt;/span&gt; only the most obvious, to create a literary delicacy that both merits and demands slow savoring. And, an additional plus, the novel features what I found the most believable and appealing of the Dickens romances. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8473148971538344022?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8473148971538344022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8473148971538344022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-dorrit.html' title='Little Dorrit'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQyk4ZzL-I/AAAAAAAABI0/hKveg2AuhJg/s72-c/%257B265D86E0-E414-473D-952D-5788169C93C5%257DImg100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-9050975160451692044</id><published>2009-08-25T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T11:47:06.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Princess Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQxeriirvI/AAAAAAAABIk/4UWLTQ7OtBM/s1600-h/APrincessFound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373974658513284850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQxeriirvI/AAAAAAAABIk/4UWLTQ7OtBM/s200/APrincessFound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQxPN_gG6I/AAAAAAAABIc/mUNqgl5gdoQ/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373974392883649442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 62px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQxPN_gG6I/AAAAAAAABIc/mUNqgl5gdoQ/s320/icn_4star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Sarah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Culberson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely autobiography by a bi-racial woman, adopted into a white family in West Virginia. Clearly she loves the parents who raised her, and they sound like wonderful people, but she is also compelled to search for both her natural parents, and for a racial identity. Juxtaposed with her father's story, struggling to save his African family. The contrast is well-managed and well-paced. (Non-fiction) 08/24/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-9050975160451692044?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9050975160451692044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9050975160451692044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-found.html' title='A Princess Found'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpQxeriirvI/AAAAAAAABIk/4UWLTQ7OtBM/s72-c/APrincessFound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6647561274701718680</id><published>2009-08-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:35:56.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fifth Ave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLm7aF_6rI/AAAAAAAABIU/vH-_zOw6JWE/s1600-h/one_fifth_avenue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLm7aF_6rI/AAAAAAAABIU/vH-_zOw6JWE/s200/one_fifth_avenue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373611213697575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLmjhn-2dI/AAAAAAAABIE/esdDszZgd_A/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLmjhn-2dI/AAAAAAAABIE/esdDszZgd_A/s200/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373610803402299858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Candace Bushnell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carrington&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Macduffle&lt;/span&gt; does a terrific job reading Candace Bushnell's novel. Its about the lives of several people who live in the kind of building, they must earn their way into, one way or the other. It's a story of old vs. new money and of marriages and social climbing. There is an ironic twist to wrap up the stories. Give it a listen or if you prefer give it a read. As we also have the book at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Newburgh&lt;/span&gt; Free Library. Review by Donna. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6647561274701718680?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6647561274701718680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6647561274701718680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-fifth-ave.html' title='One Fifth Ave'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLm7aF_6rI/AAAAAAAABIU/vH-_zOw6JWE/s72-c/one_fifth_avenue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4195762858702288112</id><published>2009-08-24T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:11:48.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Servant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLlyp_gIbI/AAAAAAAABH8/ueTgE0aqddo/s1600-h/The-Secret-Servant-A-Gabriel-Allon-Thriller-Daniel-Silva-unabridged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLlyp_gIbI/AAAAAAAABH8/ueTgE0aqddo/s200/The-Secret-Servant-A-Gabriel-Allon-Thriller-Daniel-Silva-unabridged.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609963834843570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLljKzX8uI/AAAAAAAABH0/dKbk-grb3WU/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLljKzX8uI/AAAAAAAABH0/dKbk-grb3WU/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373609697764438754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Daniel Silva&lt;br /&gt;An American ambassador to London has had his daughter kidnapped. A very exciting story taking you all over Europe in search for this woman. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4195762858702288112?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4195762858702288112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4195762858702288112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/secret-servant.html' title='Secret Servant'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLlyp_gIbI/AAAAAAAABH8/ueTgE0aqddo/s72-c/The-Secret-Servant-A-Gabriel-Allon-Thriller-Daniel-Silva-unabridged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3087723365613467070</id><published>2009-08-24T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:07:02.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLkq5Mx5sI/AAAAAAAABHs/FZE8VXcfOYA/s1600-h/9780767928823_7361529_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLkq5Mx5sI/AAAAAAAABHs/FZE8VXcfOYA/s320/9780767928823_7361529_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373608730966484674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLkG85_CpI/AAAAAAAABHk/t9BDqgzvBgc/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLkG85_CpI/AAAAAAAABHk/t9BDqgzvBgc/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373608113486105234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Bill O'Reilly&lt;br /&gt;Excellent story of the authors childhood, young adult life and rise to fame. (Non-Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3087723365613467070?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3087723365613467070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3087723365613467070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/bold-fresh-piece-of-humanity_24.html' title='A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLkq5Mx5sI/AAAAAAAABHs/FZE8VXcfOYA/s72-c/9780767928823_7361529_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-7547442067912234645</id><published>2009-08-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:01:03.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midway Between You and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLixPbMRzI/AAAAAAAABHc/yqDAd4t4fqo/s1600-h/5125BV8B4XL._SL500_SS90_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLixPbMRzI/AAAAAAAABHc/yqDAd4t4fqo/s320/5125BV8B4XL._SL500_SS90_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373606640988473138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLiFCmor8I/AAAAAAAABHU/-qlwxlEVLbM/s1600-h/icn_1star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLiFCmor8I/AAAAAAAABHU/-qlwxlEVLbM/s320/icn_1star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373605881632567234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Rogenna Brewer&lt;br /&gt;Interesting story but difficult to follow. Story flips from Vietnam 1970's to 2002 too often. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-7547442067912234645?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7547442067912234645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7547442067912234645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/midway-between-you-and-me.html' title='Midway Between You and Me'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLixPbMRzI/AAAAAAAABHc/yqDAd4t4fqo/s72-c/5125BV8B4XL._SL500_SS90_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8992562522741291543</id><published>2009-08-24T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:48:14.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Radar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLgLY1PhPI/AAAAAAAABHM/K_EEGsEr1jQ/s1600-h/n288964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLgLY1PhPI/AAAAAAAABHM/K_EEGsEr1jQ/s200/n288964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373603791655372018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLf6FEyvzI/AAAAAAAABHE/kyfDgGTrjkU/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLf6FEyvzI/AAAAAAAABHE/kyfDgGTrjkU/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373603494294110002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Fern &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Michaels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vigilantes&lt;/span&gt;. (Fiction) 08/24/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8992562522741291543?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8992562522741291543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8992562522741291543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/under-radar.html' title='Under the Radar'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLgLY1PhPI/AAAAAAAABHM/K_EEGsEr1jQ/s72-c/n288964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-757485812846955922</id><published>2009-08-24T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:44:17.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island in a Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLe4lqOFCI/AAAAAAAABG8/RqRM8v7t6G4/s1600-h/medium_islandinastorm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373602369169658914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLe4lqOFCI/AAAAAAAABG8/RqRM8v7t6G4/s200/medium_islandinastorm.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLeagtOaNI/AAAAAAAABG0/Rz9s0zEUwzo/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373601852444010706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLeagtOaNI/AAAAAAAABG0/Rz9s0zEUwzo/s320/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Abby &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sallenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Century historical fictional account that mixes coastal ecology and weather change with the story of haves and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havenots&lt;/span&gt; on an exclusive barrier island. Isle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Derniere&lt;/span&gt;/Last Island - a haven from yellow fever, anti slavery sentiment and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havenots&lt;/span&gt; - a beautiful getaway spot. The story of Isle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Derniere&lt;/span&gt; makes it clear that have of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;havenot&lt;/span&gt;, we are all cast upon a allegorical island together. &lt;u&gt;Island in a Storm &lt;/u&gt;is a cautionary tale about our relationship with our world which from the beginning takes an advisory approach to recounting a historical episode that harks forward to Hurricane Katrine and global warming. Review by Chuck. (Non-fiction) 08/23/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-757485812846955922?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/757485812846955922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/757485812846955922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/island-in-storm.html' title='Island in a Storm'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SpLe4lqOFCI/AAAAAAAABG8/RqRM8v7t6G4/s72-c/medium_islandinastorm.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4438722535048673882</id><published>2009-08-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T13:33:49.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So8DqIDuK2I/AAAAAAAABGs/RTmnHHFRgKM/s1600-h/0767928822.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372516902728772450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So8DqIDuK2I/AAAAAAAABGs/RTmnHHFRgKM/s200/0767928822.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So8DXEm0EzI/AAAAAAAABGk/v9rqh3-Cexk/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372516575384703794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So8DXEm0EzI/AAAAAAAABGk/v9rqh3-Cexk/s320/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Bill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O'Reilly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Marist&lt;/span&gt; graduate Bill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;O'Reilly&lt;/span&gt; outlines his childhood and early adulthood in this most recent offering &lt;u&gt;A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity&lt;/u&gt;. This reader particularly liked the historical references made in the book. It helped bring the reader back to what seemed to be a simpler time. For him and this neighborhood friends, however, change and all that went with it was just on the horizon. He credits his strict catholic upbringing with saving him from the scourges that led his troublemaker friend, Clem, to an early grave. The book is worth a read for his description of his high school summer adventures in house painting. (Non-fiction) 08/21/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4438722535048673882?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4438722535048673882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4438722535048673882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/bold-fresh-piece-of-humanity.html' title='A Bold Fresh Piece of Humanity'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So8DqIDuK2I/AAAAAAAABGs/RTmnHHFRgKM/s72-c/0767928822.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3123255429912848904</id><published>2009-08-21T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:37:58.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stoning of Soraya M.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So71BECSvqI/AAAAAAAABGc/sVX2-Qflx9I/s1600-h/55970100913860L.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So71BECSvqI/AAAAAAAABGc/sVX2-Qflx9I/s200/55970100913860L.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372500804111613602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So7yf_Df9II/AAAAAAAABGM/dPjKahp4JX0/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So7yf_Df9II/AAAAAAAABGM/dPjKahp4JX0/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372498036815557762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Freidoune&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sahebjam&lt;/span&gt;; translated from the French by Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true account of the story of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soraya&lt;/span&gt;, a 35 yr. old woman who, in 1986, was put to death by stoning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sahebjam&lt;/span&gt; was on assignment as an Iranian journalist (raised in France)in a small village in Iran when he met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zahra&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Soraya's&lt;/span&gt; aunt, and she recounted the terrible circumstances surrounding the death of this innocent young woman. The story follows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Soraya's&lt;/span&gt; upbringing and marriage, at age 13 yrs., to her husband and the subsequent abuse and neglect she and her children suffered at the hands of her husband who was involved with dirty dealings, visiting prostitutes, etc. She bore 9 children in 14 years, with her husband and when her husband fell in love with another woman (child, actually, of 14 yrs.) he claimed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Soraya&lt;/span&gt; was unfaithful to him and should be put to death (he could not afford to support two wives...). This book shows the awful truth about many of the acts that were (are?) still being committed in the small villages at that time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Soraya&lt;/span&gt; was one woman but many stoniness had taken place all over the country--approx. 1000 in the past 15 years. The tribunal to determine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Soraya's&lt;/span&gt; fate included family members as well--her two eldest sons. Her own father helped in the stoning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Soraya's&lt;/span&gt; husband had a lot of help in convincing the authorities of the lie of the crime that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soraya&lt;/span&gt; supposedly committed. By telling this story &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sahebjam&lt;/span&gt; has helped to tell the story of this innocent woman and brought attention to a much needed topic. It was a short, well written and disturbing book. The movie has already been made but I am not certain as to a release date. Review by Bonnie. (Non-fiction) 08/21/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3123255429912848904?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3123255429912848904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3123255429912848904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/stoning-of-soraya-m.html' title='The Stoning of Soraya M.'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So71BECSvqI/AAAAAAAABGc/sVX2-Qflx9I/s72-c/55970100913860L.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8029782430083480914</id><published>2009-08-21T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:27:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So6t9nGSVBI/AAAAAAAABF8/MiICceOSs24/s1600-h/last_child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So6t9nGSVBI/AAAAAAAABF8/MiICceOSs24/s200/last_child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372422679478555666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So6tkN1sd4I/AAAAAAAABF0/2RIOOTiFRE8/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So6tkN1sd4I/AAAAAAAABF0/2RIOOTiFRE8/s200/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372422243201349506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: John Hart&lt;br /&gt;WOW! This book kept you going from beginning to end. It was about a boy 13 years old whose twin sister was abducted 1 year ago. He tries to find her every way he can. He was told someone took her in their car so he is looking for known child molesters. It tells about his home life and then the involvement of Detective Hunt who also is totally involved with the case. The many characters bring real excitement to the book. Then there is Levi, a giant of a man that reminds me of John in The Green Mile. The ending is a little like Stephen King. Goosebumps but really good!!! I loved it. Review by Carol. ( Fiction) 08/21/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8029782430083480914?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8029782430083480914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8029782430083480914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-child_21.html' title='The Last Child'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So6t9nGSVBI/AAAAAAAABF8/MiICceOSs24/s72-c/last_child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8785030208269034484</id><published>2009-08-20T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:31:58.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2kgMY2kDI/AAAAAAAABFs/cDZPk_AbwtU/s1600-h/n228587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2kgMY2kDI/AAAAAAAABFs/cDZPk_AbwtU/s200/n228587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372130803511103538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2iQYsQiAI/AAAAAAAABFk/wqAOMaS9nd4/s1600-h/icn_1star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2iQYsQiAI/AAAAAAAABFk/wqAOMaS9nd4/s320/icn_1star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372128332912560130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Maureen Freely&lt;br /&gt;I would not recommend this book. (Fiction) 08/20/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8785030208269034484?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8785030208269034484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8785030208269034484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/enlightement.html' title='Enlightement'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2kgMY2kDI/AAAAAAAABFs/cDZPk_AbwtU/s72-c/n228587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-161485840670816240</id><published>2009-08-20T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:07:37.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wizard of Oz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2e1i4qtRI/AAAAAAAABFc/AjqZn3NTzPc/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2e1i4qtRI/AAAAAAAABFc/AjqZn3NTzPc/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372124573257610514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2dGwCcbgI/AAAAAAAABFU/E-uS1Tiv9-8/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2dGwCcbgI/AAAAAAAABFU/E-uS1Tiv9-8/s200/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372122669822799362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: L. Frank Baum&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed this book very much. After reading this book, I noticed all the cuts and differences in the movie that I've grown up with. The book had me interested from start to finish. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/20/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-161485840670816240?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/161485840670816240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/161485840670816240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/wizard-of-oz.html' title='The Wizard of Oz'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2e1i4qtRI/AAAAAAAABFc/AjqZn3NTzPc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6478959667511584180</id><published>2009-08-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:19:45.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Heart of the Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2Tg3TVmKI/AAAAAAAABFM/7Z5KtqnDl5M/s1600-h/380-canyon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2Tg3TVmKI/AAAAAAAABFM/7Z5KtqnDl5M/s200/380-canyon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372112123333023906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2TUdltyKI/AAAAAAAABFE/1iNK9usotsM/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2TUdltyKI/AAAAAAAABFE/1iNK9usotsM/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372111910272354466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Elisabeth Hyde&lt;br /&gt;For armchair travelers this is a great ride down the Colorado River. Very knowledgeable and vivid descriptions. Character development and plot seemed just a shade above YA. Flashes of humor are more mature. The multitude of characters lead to common flaws: you don't hear enough about the characters who are interesting to you, names are confusing, the diversity seems a bit contrived. Review by Muriel. (Fiction) 08/20/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6478959667511584180?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6478959667511584180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6478959667511584180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-heart-of-canyon.html' title='In the Heart of the Canyon'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2Tg3TVmKI/AAAAAAAABFM/7Z5KtqnDl5M/s72-c/380-canyon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5551190168973006530</id><published>2009-08-20T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:29:59.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2Rz0B-0sI/AAAAAAAABE8/XuiiCRYjwZ8/s1600-h/thehelp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2Rz0B-0sI/AAAAAAAABE8/XuiiCRYjwZ8/s200/thehelp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372110249849180866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2RdmDKbqI/AAAAAAAABE0/vPlYuWTjkjw/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2RdmDKbqI/AAAAAAAABE0/vPlYuWTjkjw/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372109868138917538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kathryn Stockett&lt;br /&gt;This book is set in Jackson, Mississippi in the early 1960's at the beginning of the Civil Rights Movement. It is the story of how 22-year-old Skeeter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Phelan&lt;/span&gt;, a would-be writer, convinces two black maids, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aibileen&lt;/span&gt; and Minny, to help her write about what it is like to work in white households. These three woman alternate telling the story. Although it is very dangerous, other maids eventually contribute their stories and the book is published. I was hooked by this book from the first paragraph to the last page. I loved these brave women who risked so much to tell their stories. I can't wait to discuss it. A great choice for book discussion groups! Review by Virginia. (Fiction) 08/20/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5551190168973006530?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5551190168973006530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5551190168973006530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/help.html' title='The Help'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So2Rz0B-0sI/AAAAAAAABE8/XuiiCRYjwZ8/s72-c/thehelp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8302080772952881720</id><published>2009-08-20T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:29:42.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pajama Girls of Lambert Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1konKtnSI/AAAAAAAABEs/3gcaATBN2u0/s1600-h/PGtradecover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1konKtnSI/AAAAAAAABEs/3gcaATBN2u0/s200/PGtradecover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372060579394329890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1kPw4-2LI/AAAAAAAABEk/WxCrnYFjG8c/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1kPw4-2LI/AAAAAAAABEk/WxCrnYFjG8c/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372060152507586738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Rosina Lippi&lt;br /&gt;This was a story that was full of quirky yet endearing characters who reside in a small South Carolina town. It centers on Julia, the pajama-wearing owner of an exquisite linens shop, and Dodge, the mysterious newcomer to town. Their budding interest for each other is marred by their well-kept secrets. The story was slow going at times, but all in all, the eccentricities of the townsfolk and some comical situations kept things going. Review by Sandy. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8302080772952881720?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8302080772952881720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8302080772952881720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/pajama-girls-of-lambert-square.html' title='The Pajama Girls of Lambert Square'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1konKtnSI/AAAAAAAABEs/3gcaATBN2u0/s72-c/PGtradecover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5398733332592662382</id><published>2009-08-20T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:31:06.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Double Bind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1jLEHsLII/AAAAAAAABEc/t6GDG8nD0nc/s1600-h/n190629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1jLEHsLII/AAAAAAAABEc/t6GDG8nD0nc/s200/n190629.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372058972258577538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1ieImJ7_I/AAAAAAAABEU/rIxOxCFUx8k/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1ieImJ7_I/AAAAAAAABEU/rIxOxCFUx8k/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372058200365985778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bohjalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was very fast moving I finished it in two days. What you think is true is not. I was able to place myself inside like I was an observer and I would definitely tell my friends to try this. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5398733332592662382?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5398733332592662382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5398733332592662382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/double-bind.html' title='The Double Bind'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1jLEHsLII/AAAAAAAABEc/t6GDG8nD0nc/s72-c/n190629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6058495387426554235</id><published>2009-08-20T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:46:04.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Front</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1hHBcl6yI/AAAAAAAABEM/lS1QlqJ89ME/s1600-h/n144115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1hHBcl6yI/AAAAAAAABEM/lS1QlqJ89ME/s200/n144115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372056703798209314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1g4AF1jrI/AAAAAAAABEE/9h_HZSNc_tw/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1g4AF1jrI/AAAAAAAABEE/9h_HZSNc_tw/s320/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372056445736292018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Chuck Logan&lt;br /&gt;I've read all of his books and they are all good! This one was very exciting. It involved children and parents and of course the "bad guys". Broker and his wife Nina were in the previous books and now have to save themselves and their child. Great all the way through. Love his writing. Review by Carol. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6058495387426554235?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6058495387426554235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6058495387426554235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/home-front.html' title='Home Front'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1hHBcl6yI/AAAAAAAABEM/lS1QlqJ89ME/s72-c/n144115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8070924556480221479</id><published>2009-08-20T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T07:41:05.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trail of Crumbs: Hunger, Love, and the Search for Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1fw0vgVUI/AAAAAAAABD8/J4OzzgQ_hRY/s1600-h/9780446579766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1fw0vgVUI/AAAAAAAABD8/J4OzzgQ_hRY/s200/9780446579766.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372055222919124290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1fNPq3Q2I/AAAAAAAABD0/aMYQfZsaPbU/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1fNPq3Q2I/AAAAAAAABD0/aMYQfZsaPbU/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372054611672122210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sunee's&lt;/span&gt; memoir takes the reader from her abandonment as a 3 year old in Korea, to her adoption by an American couple, and later to France, where she settles, for a time, with a wealthy entrepreneur and indulges his love of cuisine while trying to satisfy her own literary talents. Review by Sandy. (Non-fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8070924556480221479?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8070924556480221479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8070924556480221479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/trail-of-crumbs-hunger-love-and-search.html' title='Trail of Crumbs: Hunger, Love, and the Search for Home'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/So1fw0vgVUI/AAAAAAAABD8/J4OzzgQ_hRY/s72-c/9780446579766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5988153357901822068</id><published>2009-08-19T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:57:01.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices from the Other World: Ancient Egyptian Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxO6bshAUI/AAAAAAAABDs/v8jApIomVdU/s1600-h/t5817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371755221320008002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxO6bshAUI/AAAAAAAABDs/v8jApIomVdU/s200/t5817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxOHiO-4dI/AAAAAAAABDk/agKOJcqWAGE/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371754346901856722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxOHiO-4dI/AAAAAAAABDk/agKOJcqWAGE/s320/icn_4star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Naguib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mafouz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collection of five tales by Mahfouz, a Nobel Prize winner, is a good way for those of us who are uninitiated in his (translated)Arabic literature to get started. In the various tales, he takes us back to the time of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pharaohs&lt;/span&gt; and matters of love and war. Other times there is palace intrigue and betrayal. In a more modern setting, there is a story of a rediscovered mummy's awakening. Some interesting cultural insights are found in his work. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5988153357901822068?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5988153357901822068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5988153357901822068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/voices-from-other-world-ancient.html' title='Voices from the Other World: Ancient Egyptian Tales'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxO6bshAUI/AAAAAAAABDs/v8jApIomVdU/s72-c/t5817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5212022904514517995</id><published>2009-08-19T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:34:45.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxNKTsn0oI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZmS_-CpG56Y/s1600-h/n253731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxNKTsn0oI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZmS_-CpG56Y/s200/n253731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753295027622530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxM5zP2S2I/AAAAAAAABDU/bzdxjaieJOg/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxM5zP2S2I/AAAAAAAABDU/bzdxjaieJOg/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371753011439094626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Debbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Macomber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an uplifting story about how a group of women make positive changes in their lives by taking the time to make "wish lists" and then proceeding to fulfill them. Its light reading and the outcomes are predictable but it's a welcome escape. It leaves the reader with a smile on her face and perhaps the urge to make her own list. I say "her" intentionally because I don't see men choosing this book. Review by Joyce. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5212022904514517995?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5212022904514517995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5212022904514517995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/twenty-wishes.html' title='Twenty Wishes'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoxNKTsn0oI/AAAAAAAABDc/ZmS_-CpG56Y/s72-c/n253731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6529306500474544460</id><published>2009-08-19T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:34:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Sake of His Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowNTvjegUI/AAAAAAAABDE/HtaqHz0oNPo/s1600-h/51EB8P0CNQL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 156px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowNTvjegUI/AAAAAAAABDE/HtaqHz0oNPo/s200/51EB8P0CNQL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371683088380100930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowNOvbuO8I/AAAAAAAABC8/PU5IkIH_irI/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowNOvbuO8I/AAAAAAAABC8/PU5IkIH_irI/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371683002448231362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Bonnie K. Winn&lt;br /&gt;Story about a young woman who helps children with emotional problems. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6529306500474544460?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6529306500474544460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6529306500474544460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-sake-of-his-child.html' title='For the Sake of His Child'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowNTvjegUI/AAAAAAAABDE/HtaqHz0oNPo/s72-c/51EB8P0CNQL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4376609959105263218</id><published>2009-08-19T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:24:28.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Full House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowLBIZc6wI/AAAAAAAABCk/oJb44Bl_kXQ/s1600-h/n166146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowLBIZc6wI/AAAAAAAABCk/oJb44Bl_kXQ/s200/n166146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371680569608170242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowKxCy4lFI/AAAAAAAABCc/BTCvvDphKaA/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowKxCy4lFI/AAAAAAAABCc/BTCvvDphKaA/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371680293226320978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Nadia Nichols&lt;br /&gt;Story about a mother and young daughter. She is a busy surgeon. They leave NYC and move to coastal Maine. Heart warning story. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4376609959105263218?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4376609959105263218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4376609959105263218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/full-house.html' title='A Full House'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowLBIZc6wI/AAAAAAAABCk/oJb44Bl_kXQ/s72-c/n166146.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1953825162172890076</id><published>2009-08-19T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:15:07.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Mother's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowIhYbm2mI/AAAAAAAABCM/h-bWgm5yH_0/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowIhYbm2mI/AAAAAAAABCM/h-bWgm5yH_0/s200/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677825133107810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowInTjBVvI/AAAAAAAABCU/5C_jkVMs12E/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowInTjBVvI/AAAAAAAABCU/5C_jkVMs12E/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677926901241586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Judy Duarte&lt;br /&gt;A young man plans a wedding for his mother. Cute story. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1953825162172890076?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1953825162172890076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1953825162172890076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/his-mothers-wedding.html' title='His Mother&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowIhYbm2mI/AAAAAAAABCM/h-bWgm5yH_0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-2032662371667200332</id><published>2009-08-19T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:09:41.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowHlJEpDJI/AAAAAAAABCE/JynDeSlJmoM/s1600-h/book_122005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowHlJEpDJI/AAAAAAAABCE/JynDeSlJmoM/s200/book_122005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371676790218099858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowHPLFUu7I/AAAAAAAABB8/00KzC9mMhlI/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowHPLFUu7I/AAAAAAAABB8/00KzC9mMhlI/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371676412800711602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Loralee &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lillibridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young man returns to his old girlfriend after a bad road accident. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-2032662371667200332?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2032662371667200332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2032662371667200332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/accidental-hero.html' title='Accidental Hero'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowHlJEpDJI/AAAAAAAABCE/JynDeSlJmoM/s72-c/book_122005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3270321573404389827</id><published>2009-08-19T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:06:20.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGwHAfFvI/AAAAAAAABB0/WGc8tm3blRk/s1600-h/51SYWFEJQBL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGwHAfFvI/AAAAAAAABB0/WGc8tm3blRk/s200/51SYWFEJQBL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371675879130732274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGdswEkcI/AAAAAAAABBs/45JgLR_a6WM/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGdswEkcI/AAAAAAAABBs/45JgLR_a6WM/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371675562844918210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Kathleen O'Brien&lt;br /&gt;A cute story about a young single woman who is expecting a child. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3270321573404389827?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3270321573404389827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3270321573404389827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/saint.html' title='The Saint'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGwHAfFvI/AAAAAAAABB0/WGc8tm3blRk/s72-c/51SYWFEJQBL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1371832077668676832</id><published>2009-08-19T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:35:48.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Billionaire and a Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGFwo9XaI/AAAAAAAABBk/Ij37OuTQcns/s1600-h/0373245289sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGFwo9XaI/AAAAAAAABBk/Ij37OuTQcns/s200/0373245289sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371675151571967394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowF5e3rfAI/AAAAAAAABBc/YMQKE_l4wXg/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowF5e3rfAI/AAAAAAAABBc/YMQKE_l4wXg/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371674940643441666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Marie Ferrarella&lt;br /&gt;Interesting story about a young man who finds himself delivering a strangers baby. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1371832077668676832?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1371832077668676832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1371832077668676832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/billionaire-and-baby.html' title='A Billionaire and a Baby'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowGFwo9XaI/AAAAAAAABBk/Ij37OuTQcns/s72-c/0373245289sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-9139435178438585240</id><published>2009-08-19T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:58:58.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man She Can Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowFCTJXpAI/AAAAAAAABBU/WJwBbwOpclw/s1600-h/n168127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowFCTJXpAI/AAAAAAAABBU/WJwBbwOpclw/s200/n168127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673992603608066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowE8O-7d0I/AAAAAAAABBM/UoqZcn8umNk/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowE8O-7d0I/AAAAAAAABBM/UoqZcn8umNk/s320/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371673888406861634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Roxanne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rustand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story about a young married couple and their problems. (Fiction) 08/19/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-9139435178438585240?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9139435178438585240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9139435178438585240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-she-can-trust.html' title='A Man She Can Trust'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SowFCTJXpAI/AAAAAAAABBU/WJwBbwOpclw/s72-c/n168127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4391900672017288117</id><published>2009-08-18T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:51:14.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smash Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor3_ev5VkI/AAAAAAAABBE/q0Zb9zknYfk/s1600-h/smash1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor3_ev5VkI/AAAAAAAABBE/q0Zb9zknYfk/s200/smash1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371378175550510658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor2kzq_CDI/AAAAAAAABA0/MnPISCf4354/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor2kzq_CDI/AAAAAAAABA0/MnPISCf4354/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371376617798961202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Sandra Brown&lt;br /&gt;Great mystery. (Fiction) 08/18/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4391900672017288117?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4391900672017288117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4391900672017288117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/smash-cut.html' title='Smash Cut'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor3_ev5VkI/AAAAAAAABBE/q0Zb9zknYfk/s72-c/smash1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8167576408116538893</id><published>2009-08-18T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:42:41.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imposter's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor1ootn-CI/AAAAAAAABAs/z1f_aOFzmHs/s1600-h/TheImpostersDaughter_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor1ootn-CI/AAAAAAAABAs/z1f_aOFzmHs/s200/TheImpostersDaughter_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371375584065091618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor1cOo36uI/AAAAAAAABAc/upRtwlG7wlE/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor1cOo36uI/AAAAAAAABAc/upRtwlG7wlE/s320/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371375370907413218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Laurie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sandell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a memoir written in graphic novel style. It is about her love and search for the "truth" about her father. In this book we see Laurie grow from a young girl and see her develop, through her difficult relationships with men, her addiction to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ambien&lt;/span&gt; and her investigation into her father's life, to ultimately discover her OWN life. This journalist takes her readers on quite the adventure and keeps them hanging on till the final page. It was a sad yet inspiring book and I "tip my hat" to her and her love for her family in writing this book. Review by Bonnie. (Non-fiction) 08/18/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8167576408116538893?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8167576408116538893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8167576408116538893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/imposters-daughter.html' title='The Imposter&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sor1ootn-CI/AAAAAAAABAs/z1f_aOFzmHs/s72-c/TheImpostersDaughter_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1622324987549878748</id><published>2009-08-18T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:32:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Death in Vienna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorJb5Q2a_I/AAAAAAAABAE/pibSQ-4n_uA/s1600-h/n70048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371326986657885170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorJb5Q2a_I/AAAAAAAABAE/pibSQ-4n_uA/s200/n70048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorJV3Q_V-I/AAAAAAAAA_8/F0T7PU_D4mU/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371326883042383842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 47px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorJV3Q_V-I/AAAAAAAAA_8/F0T7PU_D4mU/s320/icn_3star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Daniel Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;International suspense- good. (Fiction) 08/18/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1622324987549878748?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1622324987549878748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1622324987549878748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/death-in-vienna.html' title='A Death in Vienna'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorJb5Q2a_I/AAAAAAAABAE/pibSQ-4n_uA/s72-c/n70048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8583191963550074574</id><published>2009-08-18T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T08:30:09.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South of Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorI1TE_dBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q8Pvx8rSftc/s1600-h/conroy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371326323572569106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorI1TE_dBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q8Pvx8rSftc/s200/conroy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorItb5melI/AAAAAAAAA_o/QNgylH6YhBw/s1600-h/icn_1star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371326188501760594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorItb5melI/AAAAAAAAA_o/QNgylH6YhBw/s320/icn_1star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Pat Conroy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting but too long. (Fiction) 08/18/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8583191963550074574?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8583191963550074574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8583191963550074574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/south-of-board.html' title='South of Board'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SorI1TE_dBI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Q8Pvx8rSftc/s72-c/conroy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3619194374245646539</id><published>2009-08-18T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:48:31.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A String in the Harp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq_IK4fbqI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rS7KBJ1BySE/s1600-h/GBR592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq_IK4fbqI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rS7KBJ1BySE/s200/GBR592.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371315652673892002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq-aLkx_II/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Ry2QvX0JdMA/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq-aLkx_II/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Ry2QvX0JdMA/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371314862585674882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nancy Bond&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting book I enjoyed it very much. Its a wonderful blend of fantasy and reality. It kept me interested from beginning to end. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3619194374245646539?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3619194374245646539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3619194374245646539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/string-in-harp.html' title='A String in the Harp'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq_IK4fbqI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rS7KBJ1BySE/s72-c/GBR592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3508446689100649818</id><published>2009-08-18T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:41:13.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Sweater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq8D1JJl1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3PODnEz9Kp4/s1600-h/christmassweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq8D1JJl1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3PODnEz9Kp4/s200/christmassweater.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371312279583823698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq7f60gFfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/tinwycwl3yg/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq7f60gFfI/AAAAAAAAA_I/tinwycwl3yg/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371311662632539634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Glenn Beck&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting novel about a boy that is growing into a man. Mr.Beck has a way of writing that keeps you turning pages. After I finished the book a warmth remained behind, I liked this book so much. I'd like to find more books by Mr.Glenn Beck. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3508446689100649818?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3508446689100649818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3508446689100649818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-sweater.html' title='The Christmas Sweater'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq8D1JJl1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/3PODnEz9Kp4/s72-c/christmassweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8682948222034349360</id><published>2009-08-17T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:53:40.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dewey the Small Town Library Cat Who Touched the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq6PxSbyxI/AAAAAAAAA_A/S5pBZHbU2CM/s1600-h/Dewey_The_SmallTown_Library_Cat_Who_Touched_the_World-122182283421238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq6PxSbyxI/AAAAAAAAA_A/S5pBZHbU2CM/s200/Dewey_The_SmallTown_Library_Cat_Who_Touched_the_World-122182283421238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371310285684198162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq5c5gtxII/AAAAAAAAA-4/Whtxgcy38gs/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq5c5gtxII/AAAAAAAAA-4/Whtxgcy38gs/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371309411718251650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Vicki Myron&lt;br /&gt;This book is interesting from the beginning. Dewey touched many lives in Iowa and he touched mine as I read this book. He resilient loving , grateful and friendly to all being as cat lover myself. I cried at the ending. I had a cat for 21 years and when she died I was heartbroken, just like Vick was when Dewey died. Review by Patricia. (Non-fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8682948222034349360?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8682948222034349360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8682948222034349360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/dewey-small-town-library-cat-who.html' title='Dewey the Small Town Library Cat Who Touched the World'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Soq6PxSbyxI/AAAAAAAAA_A/S5pBZHbU2CM/s72-c/Dewey_The_SmallTown_Library_Cat_Who_Touched_the_World-122182283421238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4971705295580135385</id><published>2009-08-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:21:45.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Who Talked  to Ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SonASSWfH6I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_Ch_gamcSvY/s1600-h/0515102652.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SonASSWfH6I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_Ch_gamcSvY/s200/0515102652.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371035451012358050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SonAAbMnoYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/S_MsHKHjxy0/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SonAAbMnoYI/AAAAAAAAA-o/S_MsHKHjxy0/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371035144149246338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lilan&lt;/span&gt; Jackson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ko&lt;/span&gt; did it again! Kept me so interested that I kept turning pages. Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Braun&lt;/span&gt; has a quaint way with words that keeps your attention. I've always enjoyed her Cat Who books. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4971705295580135385?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4971705295580135385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4971705295580135385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cat-who-talked-to-ghosts.html' title='The Cat Who Talked  to Ghosts'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SonASSWfH6I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_Ch_gamcSvY/s72-c/0515102652.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-2907785479864903503</id><published>2009-08-17T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:21:33.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cursed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som-5r--duI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bN8lQyT5nb4/s1600-h/n285955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som-5r--duI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bN8lQyT5nb4/s200/n285955.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371033928884713186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som-CMT5jdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/MsYJTu1hkCw/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som-CMT5jdI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/MsYJTu1hkCw/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371032975489732050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Carol Higgins Clark&lt;br /&gt;This book gets you interested from the beginning. Ms. Clark has a way of writing that peaks your interest and keeps it from cover to cover. This is the first but not last book by this author I'll read. The book is very good read. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-2907785479864903503?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2907785479864903503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2907785479864903503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/cursed.html' title='Cursed'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som-5r--duI/AAAAAAAAA-g/bN8lQyT5nb4/s72-c/n285955.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-76206692501438579</id><published>2009-08-17T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:21:25.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone to the Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som9ZjsoKjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-B55MEDR-ZA/s1600-h/n319556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som9ZjsoKjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-B55MEDR-ZA/s200/n319556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371032277392828978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som83YKSoFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/qeef-p3z_ZU/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som83YKSoFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/qeef-p3z_ZU/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371031690180468818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Guterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the Dogs is a very funny and interesting book I enjoyed very much. Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guterson&lt;/span&gt; has a very good sense of humor, I kept turning pages wondering what was going to come up next. This was the first book that I've read by this author and if she has written anymore I will surely read them. Review by Patricia. (Fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-76206692501438579?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/76206692501438579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/76206692501438579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/gone-to-dogs.html' title='Gone to the Dogs'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som9ZjsoKjI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/-B55MEDR-ZA/s72-c/n319556.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-7286848257680025766</id><published>2009-08-17T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:15:47.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something the Cat Dragged In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som52Vkdz7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sD6jbK3SESQ/s1600-h/41t-meazbuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som52Vkdz7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sD6jbK3SESQ/s200/41t-meazbuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371028373770194866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som5jvY2XBI/AAAAAAAAA94/riANBx5BHfY/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som5jvY2XBI/AAAAAAAAA94/riANBx5BHfY/s320/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371028054283279378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Charlotte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Macleod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In rural New England lies Balaclava Junction. Home of the Agricultural University. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Balaclavian&lt;/span&gt; society made up of the towns snobs. Is the scene of the first "Accident", one of their members seems to have fallen and hit his head or did he? Prof. Peter Shandy will sort it out. Mystery lovers will enjoy this one. Politics is a shady game in rural Massachusetts. Review by Donna. (Fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-7286848257680025766?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7286848257680025766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7286848257680025766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-cat-dragged-in.html' title='Something the Cat Dragged In'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som52Vkdz7I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sD6jbK3SESQ/s72-c/41t-meazbuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8189798793753563419</id><published>2009-08-17T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T13:08:51.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som4tb8wcDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/S4bTvINzzns/s1600-h/n185863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som4tb8wcDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/S4bTvINzzns/s200/n185863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371027121352241202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som2bWkhmRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/j7MwV0qPWsY/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som2bWkhmRI/AAAAAAAAA9o/j7MwV0qPWsY/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371024611647527186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whitlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is written from the perspective of a 20-something up and coming attorney who finds out, after the death of his father, that he is the recipient of interest in a company titled the "Covenant List of South Carolina, Ltd." In the process of finding out about this "list" and the relationships surrounding it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Renny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacobsen&lt;/span&gt; looks at his life, his goals and eventually his spiritual life and the forces driving him and the people who established and are now caretakers of the company and the list. He has people around him who help him see the truth in his life and they, in turn, are impacted by the "company" and its "power". The book kept me drawn in and interested. Really enjoyed it. Review by Bonnie. (Fiction) 08/17/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8189798793753563419?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8189798793753563419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8189798793753563419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Som4tb8wcDI/AAAAAAAAA9w/S4bTvINzzns/s72-c/n185863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5573878371357170779</id><published>2009-08-17T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:47:16.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communion of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomzZpI7WxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/vgT5pR7amrc/s1600-h/cof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomzZpI7WxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/vgT5pR7amrc/s200/cof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021283737426706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomzOP4ZEtI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5VnA8bHtMKk/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomzOP4ZEtI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/5VnA8bHtMKk/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371021087978623698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Matthew the Poor (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Matta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Miskin&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book, as a profound expression of the wisdom of the eastern Christian monastic tradition. The book is a collection of writings by Matthew the Poor, who was a leader of the renewal of Coptic monasticism in Egypt. He was (I don't actually know if he's still alive or not, but he would be about 89 now) clearly a very wise and learned man. The book consists of chapters expanding on themes related to the major festivals of the Christian year, with a couple of essays related to the ideas of Catholicism and ecumenism at the end. I highly recommend it. (Non-fiction) 08/15/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5573878371357170779?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5573878371357170779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5573878371357170779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/communion-of-love.html' title='Communion of Love'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomzZpI7WxI/AAAAAAAAA9g/vgT5pR7amrc/s72-c/cof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4177978627474738295</id><published>2009-08-17T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:42:11.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood is Like High School With Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomxrQtVi7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/i0OD2gfqxh0/s1600-h/hollywoodislikehighschool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371019387393641394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomxrQtVi7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/i0OD2gfqxh0/s200/hollywoodislikehighschool.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomxTy0eKdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/F9JnhIOSNRw/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371018984233511378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomxTy0eKdI/AAAAAAAAA9I/F9JnhIOSNRw/s320/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; Dean is most commonly known for her popular teen series, the A-List, which is a wonderfully cheesy series about a bunch of spoiled children of Hollywood's elite. In her adult novel, &lt;u&gt;HOLLYWOOD IS LIKE HIGH SCHOOL WITH MONEY&lt;/u&gt;, Dean takes this YA-approved concept and grows it up, at least in theory. The storyline stays annoyingly true to her teen series, but with somewhat older players and some more adult situations. Taylor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Henning&lt;/span&gt;, our fish-out-of-water lead, is a film-buff from Cleveland who just landed a big gig as second assistant to Iris Whitaker, the President of a big Movie Production Company. The only problem? Iris' first assistant, Kylie, is the alpha-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;villain&lt;/span&gt;; pretty, shrewd and maliciously trying to out-do Taylor to get a much-coveted promotion. Taylor crafts an ingenious plan to enlist Iris' spoiled teenage daughter, Quinn, into helping her become a "mean girl" and play Kylie's game. Taylor's plan backfires, she loses her job and the boyfriend she stole from Kylie. When it seems that all is lost, fiction magic happens and all is mended for the ridiculously cliched fairy tale ending. Good (Taylor) prevails over evil (Kylie who winds up at the bottom of the Hollywood food chain) and Taylor walks away with the promotion and a new lease on life. Did I mention the stolen boyfriend of Kylie who dumped Taylor because she was lying to him comes back right at the end of the book and they live happily ever after? Of all the problems I had with this book, clearly the most important was it's predictability. It was a chore not to skip parts because I already knew the direction the book was taking. This ties into the problem that this book (perhaps intentionally) read like teen fiction. Just because the characters are "grown-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ups&lt;/span&gt;" doesn't mean the book is intended for a "grown-up" audience. I suppose I was looking for more variation in the theme, and Dean played it too safe for me. I wish she would've explored more dangerous alternatives, rather than just sticking to the same characterization and plot lines as in her teen series. The last problem was that the book was a bit slow in the beginning. It picked up towards the middle, but became very predictable at that point, and maybe it went faster because I knew what was coming. It was a quick and easy read, but I just wasn't feeling that into it. It was okay, it certainly wasn't terrible, but I was expecting more substance from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zoey&lt;/span&gt; Dean. I really thought this was going to read like chick-lit, but it too unexpectedly teeny-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bopper&lt;/span&gt;. If I'm going to read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; teenage books, I'd at least like to be fully aware of it going in! Review by Sarah. (Fiction) 08/16/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4177978627474738295?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4177978627474738295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4177978627474738295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/hollywood-is-like-high-school-with.html' title='Hollywood is Like High School With Money'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomxrQtVi7I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/i0OD2gfqxh0/s72-c/hollywoodislikehighschool.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-2703690099239468708</id><published>2009-08-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:33:50.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Somv8VIvIuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/roOC26-1XqM/s1600-h/19219621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371017481616827106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Somv8VIvIuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/roOC26-1XqM/s200/19219621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomvrwWwfCI/AAAAAAAAA84/XLDkjEUeKpA/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371017196865616930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomvrwWwfCI/AAAAAAAAA84/XLDkjEUeKpA/s320/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Bill &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brohaugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;UNFORTUNATE ENGLISH&lt;/u&gt; is a book that details the "gloomy" etymological truth behind common English words. At first glance, the subject matter can seem pretty dark (since several English words, including slogan and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, were words that originated in battle. However, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brohaugh&lt;/span&gt; presents these misconceptions in a comedic and light-hearted way, as if he really is trying to educate and enlighten people, rather than simply point out most people's ignorance. It's interesting to note how time completely alters a word's usage, but it's absolutely mind-boggling to think that some seemingly harmless words have some perverse and deviant origins. If you enjoy inside jokes and impromptu insults, this book is a gold-mine. If you just love the English language, than this book is an educative hoot. Review by Sarah. (Non-Fiction) 08/16/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-2703690099239468708?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2703690099239468708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2703690099239468708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/unfortunate-english.html' title='Unfortunate English'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Somv8VIvIuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/roOC26-1XqM/s72-c/19219621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-2445678039355673048</id><published>2009-08-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:12:58.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Powder War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomrchYPH3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ggSsrOXdOF8/s1600-h/n154254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomrchYPH3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ggSsrOXdOF8/s200/n154254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371012537100738418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sompy-BxbRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ZiNe1RwMSNc/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Sompy-BxbRI/AAAAAAAAA8g/ZiNe1RwMSNc/s320/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371010723725012242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Naomi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Novik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third installment in the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Temeraire&lt;/span&gt;" series-see "Throne of Jade", above. This was a good book, but not quite up to the previous one, I thought. I gave a rating of 4, but would really like to rate it just a bit lower, perhaps 3.5. Still, it was quite enjoyable, and I recommend it. (Fiction) 08/15/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-2445678039355673048?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2445678039355673048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2445678039355673048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/black-powder-war.html' title='Black Powder War'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomrchYPH3I/AAAAAAAAA8w/ggSsrOXdOF8/s72-c/n154254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6112907963252345189</id><published>2009-08-17T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:58:31.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomnQ93e1HI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gHLA4tkY3Qc/s1600-h/0762424931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371007940543042674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomnQ93e1HI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gHLA4tkY3Qc/s200/0762424931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SommXZV8yDI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AnIB9m4VHmA/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371006951486179378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SommXZV8yDI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/AnIB9m4VHmA/s200/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Rory Freedman and Kim &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Barnouin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SKINNY BITCH&lt;/u&gt; is a no-nonsense guide to losing weight and getting healthy. The two authors don't hold back at all when detailing their plan, which centers around "not eating crap." Although their plan isn't exactly brain-science, they do a really good job of explaining why certain foods aren't good to eat and offer some pretty tasty alternatives. The only thing that made me a bit hesitant was that they insist that you stop eating meat and ALL meat products. To me, that seems a bit extreme. However, they do suggest you ease into it and add that it isn't impossible to do. They also expect you to exercise while on their "program," but encourage you not to worry about finding a gym because they made workout &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt; (that are exceptionally good). All-in-all I would have to say their plan makes sense. Another real benefit is that the author's seem really approachable, fun and believable. I would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; this book to anyone who is interested in feeling and looking healthy. Even if you don't agree with everything they say, it's a pretty fun and enlightening read! Review by Sarah. (Non-fiction) 08/14/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6112907963252345189?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6112907963252345189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6112907963252345189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/skinny-bitch.html' title='Skinny Bitch'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SomnQ93e1HI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/gHLA4tkY3Qc/s72-c/0762424931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5034515043423018996</id><published>2009-08-14T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:49:32.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olive Kitteridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWxaG9rGRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WCnD0BiuKfo/s1600-h/olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWxaG9rGRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WCnD0BiuKfo/s200/olive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369893192813189394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWxOiJu56I/AAAAAAAAA8A/gJIH3BAny8I/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWxOiJu56I/AAAAAAAAA8A/gJIH3BAny8I/s200/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369892993953097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Elizabeth Strout&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Maine - the way life should be! Each of Elizabeth Strout's thirteen short stories enters our consciousness as gently or as fiercely as the waves that crash against the rocky coast of Maine. Each echoes, in its own way, the rhythms of life. In the end, I, like Olive, finished with my eyes closed as "throughout my tired self swept waves of gratitude and regret." A nice way to end the summer! Review by Louise. (Fiction) 08/14/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5034515043423018996?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5034515043423018996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5034515043423018996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/olive-kitteridge.html' title='Olive Kitteridge'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWxaG9rGRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WCnD0BiuKfo/s72-c/olive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-2768412285816532974</id><published>2009-08-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:06:09.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Renegade: How To Make A Great Living Doing What You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWnV1YKIDI/AAAAAAAAA74/dJ3lbl43W2w/s1600-h/renegade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369882124256682034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWnV1YKIDI/AAAAAAAAA74/dJ3lbl43W2w/s200/renegade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWnK6DikVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/MrZBZ1WWjh0/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369881936533819730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 62px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWnK6DikVI/AAAAAAAAA7w/MrZBZ1WWjh0/s200/icn_4star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Jonathan Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether you are looking for a new career or want to supplement the one you have, this book is an excellent guide. The author shares his personal experience as well as others' experiences. It is amazing what can be had. He also includes websites to help get you going! Review by Joan. (Non-fiction) 08/14/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-2768412285816532974?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2768412285816532974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/2768412285816532974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/career-renegade-how-to-make-great.html' title='Career Renegade: How To Make A Great Living Doing What You Love'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoWnV1YKIDI/AAAAAAAAA74/dJ3lbl43W2w/s72-c/renegade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4962204595067375769</id><published>2009-08-14T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:31:22.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek: The Next Generation - Dark Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVu4gSHgVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bwalEPhk8Fc/s1600-h/417XM7D4K1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369820047726838098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVu4gSHgVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bwalEPhk8Fc/s200/417XM7D4K1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVtgRvJDwI/AAAAAAAAA7g/eoF77djIKZc/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369818531993554690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVtgRvJDwI/AAAAAAAAA7g/eoF77djIKZc/s320/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Diane Duane&lt;br /&gt;What if there were another you? A parallel but opposite you? A much darker you . . .. This is the truth faced by Captain Picard and his crew when, while exploring deep space near the outer rim where stars and planets are scarce, the Enterprise is transported to a parallel universe. This "Mirror Universe" was first visited by Captain James Kirk, Mr. Spock, and Dr. "Bones" McCoy over 80 years ago, and is populated by darker counterparts. In this universe humanity reached for the stars not out of curiosity and peace but out of war and conquest. Violence and fear rule this world, and conquering new planets is everything. Unfortunately, the StarFleet of this universe has run out of things to conquer in their "arm" of the galaxy. Therefore, in exploring an old legend of another universe, the Mirror Enterprise pulls the real Enterprise into their world intent on replacing her crew with that of the mirror universe and then conquering our universe as well. Captain Picard and his crew face their most dangerous and emotionally challenging mission ever as they face the greatest enemy one can ever face . . . themselves. This is an amazing story and even someone who has never seen an episode of the series can understand the emotional turmoil of the crew as they see how dark and full of anger and hate they could have been. Review by Barron. (Fiction) 08/14/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4962204595067375769?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4962204595067375769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4962204595067375769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-trek-next-generation-dark-mirror.html' title='Star Trek: The Next Generation - Dark Mirror'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVu4gSHgVI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bwalEPhk8Fc/s72-c/417XM7D4K1L._SL500_AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4365148018611222861</id><published>2009-08-14T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:29:41.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Trek: The Next Generation - Grounded</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVsEohEQhI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Xw6jdy3MEU0/s1600-h/loss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369816957560570386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVsEohEQhI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Xw6jdy3MEU0/s200/loss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVrLzKdscI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zo_8FZOY6Wg/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369815981166014914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVrLzKdscI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zo_8FZOY6Wg/s320/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: David Bischoff&lt;br /&gt;Another Star Trek novel lives up to the legacy as David Bischoff takes us on a race against the clock. When the Enterprise is assigned to investigate a distress call from a the Beta Epsilon Science Station, they encounter a creature never before seen by StarFleet. Essentially a clay when in the right magnetic polarity, it becomes a living thing and begins using itself to replace all other matter. It's a race against time as the Enterprise is condemned after being affected by the creature and nearly falling apart in space, and Captain Picard and his crew fight to save their ship from its almost inevitable destruction. This adventure wasn't as fast paced as some of the others I've read, but the story is still solid and could have made a fine episode. It is also hindered by the large amount of scientific techno-talk involved in understanding this adventure, though it doesn't stop the action or suspense. Recommended to any fans of the series! Review by Barron. (Fiction) 08/13/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4365148018611222861?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4365148018611222861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4365148018611222861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/star-trek-next-generation-grounded.html' title='Star Trek: The Next Generation - Grounded'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoVsEohEQhI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Xw6jdy3MEU0/s72-c/loss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8691324409949486009</id><published>2009-08-13T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:27:31.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ill Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRnnt7YZiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/m5VWfRwpxnM/s1600-h/illwind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369530587773691426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRnnt7YZiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/m5VWfRwpxnM/s200/illwind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRnInGPPjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/8zY5-WPzbro/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369530053364235826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRnInGPPjI/AAAAAAAAA7A/8zY5-WPzbro/s320/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Rachel Caine&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I picked up this book because the cover had a blurb from Jim Butcher, and I've really enjoyed his "Dresden Files." In fact, &lt;u&gt;Ill Wind&lt;/u&gt; reminded me a lot of a Dresden book. It's an urban fantasy, about people who are supernaturally gifted, and it is written in first person, with a very similar narrative voice. So if you like Dresden, you'll probably like &lt;u&gt;Ill Wind&lt;/u&gt;. But even if you don't know Jim Butcher, I'd recommend taking a look at this series.("Weather Warden"). The particular premise is that there are people gifted with power to control certain fundamental aspects of nature-fire, air/weather, earth, and water. I couldn't help thinking of the "Avatar" animated series when I started reading this, with its earth benders, air benders, etc. But this book, with its modern setting, also draws on scientific descriptions of the physics and chemistry of weather to explain just what the characters are doing with their super powers. The effect is quite engaging, and has a unique feel to it. It does put weather in a different light. Within the context of these powers, the story is sort of a quest, with the heroine seeking something to save her from a mortal danger, while being pursued by powerful foes, who for much of the story are unidentified. The resolution was surprising. I would recommend it. (Fiction) 08/13/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8691324409949486009?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8691324409949486009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8691324409949486009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-wind.html' title='Ill Wind'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRnnt7YZiI/AAAAAAAAA7I/m5VWfRwpxnM/s72-c/illwind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5980871246520645600</id><published>2009-08-13T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:14:23.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ice Limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRlryfqT-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/vTwCqfR20iE/s1600-h/3545-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369528458695823330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRlryfqT-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/vTwCqfR20iE/s200/3545-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRl9vGSUEI/AAAAAAAAA64/fopPiajp_T4/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369528767021731906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 15px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRl9vGSUEI/AAAAAAAAA64/fopPiajp_T4/s320/icn_3star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child&lt;br /&gt;A light but enjoyable tale of adventure and skulduggery, involving an attempt to retrieve what is believed to be the world's largest meteorite, from a very forbidding location in farthest Tierry del Fuego. There are interesting plot twists, and the characters are painted with just enough detail to elicit sympathy. Not a great book, but an enjoyable beach read. (Fiction) 08/13/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5980871246520645600?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5980871246520645600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5980871246520645600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-limit.html' title='The Ice Limit'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoRlryfqT-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/vTwCqfR20iE/s72-c/3545-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8202110863744566706</id><published>2009-08-13T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T13:00:03.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoQYBtoEpUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/I4gmbgb-6hg/s1600-h/alien.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369443073439081794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoQYBtoEpUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/I4gmbgb-6hg/s200/alien.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoQX3j10HPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/KEs2BAB2pG4/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369442899013672178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoQX3j10HPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/KEs2BAB2pG4/s200/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gimenez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the author's second book and I really enjoyed it. It brought the family together after many years with quite a twist and kept going back to the Vietnam War with descriptions to make you more aware of the way things were and why men were the way they were. The things they couldn't talk or wouldn't talk about. Yet skills one man learned to help him save his granddaughter and his family. Good right to the very end. Really kept your interest. I would recommend it highly. (Fiction) 08/12/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8202110863744566706?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8202110863744566706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8202110863744566706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/abduction.html' title='The Abduction'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoQYBtoEpUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/I4gmbgb-6hg/s72-c/alien.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-9205890877464570045</id><published>2009-08-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:02:19.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoMRZtTClNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/J4dcRz8Bx90/s1600-h/first_family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoMRZtTClNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/J4dcRz8Bx90/s200/first_family.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369154314109621458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoMQH6jrrRI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CR-2B6RFYjM/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoMQH6jrrRI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/CR-2B6RFYjM/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369152908919811346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baldacci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A compelling story with a plot and subplot that involve kidnapping, political cover-ups and murder. The interesting, complex characters are well developed. This book is a real page turner, and is exciting up to the very end. (Fiction) 08/12/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-9205890877464570045?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9205890877464570045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9205890877464570045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-family.html' title='First Family'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoMRZtTClNI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/J4dcRz8Bx90/s72-c/first_family.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8420106243767471130</id><published>2009-08-12T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:54:27.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLXVy1UivI/AAAAAAAAA6I/2oqYJwYEx9E/s1600-h/day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLXVy1UivI/AAAAAAAAA6I/2oqYJwYEx9E/s200/day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369090475201694450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLXL8ZXw-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/JCuxRRxJ9QM/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLXL8ZXw-I/AAAAAAAAA6A/JCuxRRxJ9QM/s200/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369090305970127842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Joyce Maynard&lt;br /&gt;One Labor Day weekend changes the lives of a young boy, his agoraphobic mother, and an escaped convict. The theme is love in its myriad of forms, and the writing is utterly beautiful. (Fiction) 08/12/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8420106243767471130?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8420106243767471130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8420106243767471130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLXVy1UivI/AAAAAAAAA6I/2oqYJwYEx9E/s72-c/day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6525673758540775701</id><published>2009-08-12T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:49:56.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLQTDs9q1I/AAAAAAAAA54/cOpHSnMhs8o/s1600-h/hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 118px; float: right; height: 188px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369082731609041746" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLQTDs9q1I/AAAAAAAAA54/cOpHSnMhs8o/s200/hard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLQIajoQaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/jJ71ZE_cOhg/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 47px; float: left; height: 15px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369082548765344162" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLQIajoQaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/jJ71ZE_cOhg/s200/icn_3star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;Only about 300 pages (short for Dickens indeed), &lt;u&gt;Hard Times&lt;/u&gt; felt a bit unsatisfying, almost skeletal. Several characters assume a nearly caricatural aspect as plot progresses in a wholly predictable manner. In the end, our protagonists rejoice at aiding a cur of a man fleeing the law; regardless of family connections or the nature of the criminal's pursuers, I found myself wholly rooting for the opposition, a rather disconcerting experience. Although there are moments of keen insight and delightfully dark humor, &lt;u&gt;Hard Times&lt;/u&gt; is far surpassed by such works as &lt;u&gt;Bleak House&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;A Tale Of Two Cities&lt;/u&gt;. (Fiction) 08/12/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6525673758540775701?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6525673758540775701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6525673758540775701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/hard-times.html' title='Hard Times'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLQTDs9q1I/AAAAAAAAA54/cOpHSnMhs8o/s72-c/hard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4043656606800211829</id><published>2009-08-12T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:40:30.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Laws Of Harmony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLF4W4p_XI/AAAAAAAAA5o/zXZaHAu3D5c/s1600-h/law.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLF4W4p_XI/AAAAAAAAA5o/zXZaHAu3D5c/s200/law.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369071277785611634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLFuNkZvSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/m4Fv2Mv5lTA/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLFuNkZvSI/AAAAAAAAA5g/m4Fv2Mv5lTA/s200/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369071103486049570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Judith Ryan Hendricks&lt;br /&gt;I thought this book was a nice summer read, but equally enjoyable anytime for that matter. The subject of the story is thirty-something Sunny Cooper. Having been raised(not always so happily) on a commune in New Mexico,with little structure or boundaries to guide a child, she's left floundering in her adult life. Yet she now seems to find it difficult to let go of some old ways while trying to weather some difficult relationships. There are facets of Sunny's life that probably many women would identify with. Review by Sandy. (Fiction) 08/11/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4043656606800211829?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4043656606800211829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4043656606800211829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/laws-of-harmony.html' title='The Laws Of Harmony'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoLF4W4p_XI/AAAAAAAAA5o/zXZaHAu3D5c/s72-c/law.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8302436798364760050</id><published>2009-08-11T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:46:19.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic And Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoG7twdZDTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aP-KF5uMZuo/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368778625579027762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoG7twdZDTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aP-KF5uMZuo/s200/baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoG7kMSnR1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QaI-fpA6iEg/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368778461251323730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoG7kMSnR1I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/QaI-fpA6iEg/s200/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Sophie Kinsella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shopaholic And Baby&lt;/u&gt; is the newest and fifth installment of Kinsella's "Shopaholic" series. As the title suggests, Becky Bloomwood (the shopaholic protagonist) is pregnant with her first child and is revelling in all the pre-baby shopping. As she preps for the baby with help of her mother-of-three best friend Suze, and her thrifty and eco-friendly sister, Jess, Becky gets a much-coveted appointment with celeb obstetrician, Venetia Carter. Everything seems to be looking up for Becky, until she realizes Venetia is not only gorgeous and successful, she is also Luke's (Becky's husband) ex-girlfriend, who is only too happy to have Luke back in her life. After a shoddy private detective and a blow-up with Venetia, Becky is left to pick up the pieces of her life and salvage her marriage. In the end, everything is sorted out and Becky gives birth to a girl they name Minnie. This installment of the series was my favorite because we finally get a dynamic villain who appears at length throughout the book. In the first four books, the problems were always somewhat trivial and the antagonists were always very one-dimensional. Venetia is cunning in her seduction of Luke as well as her faux-kindness towards Becky. Finally, the dilemma of the book is something more than Becky over-spending! This book starts off a little slower than the others, but is definitely worth a day at the beach! Review by Sarah. (Fiction) 08/11/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8302436798364760050?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8302436798364760050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8302436798364760050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopaholic-and-baby.html' title='Shopaholic And Baby'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoG7twdZDTI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/aP-KF5uMZuo/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1355460028086811331</id><published>2009-08-11T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:54:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF3tChCLoI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Wjf6MXHbiPc/s1600-h/loss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368703846455586434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF3tChCLoI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Wjf6MXHbiPc/s200/loss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF3kVYe3fI/AAAAAAAAA44/ryHc8H1A3KU/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368703696901168626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF3kVYe3fI/AAAAAAAAA44/ryHc8H1A3KU/s200/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nicci French&lt;br /&gt;A mother's love knows no boundaries when Nina Landry's 15 year old daughter, Charlie, in &lt;u&gt;Losing You&lt;/u&gt; goes missing. As Nina frantically tries to get the slow, methodical police to get a move on finding Charlie, Nina discovers that there were parts of her daughter's life she knew nothing about. Nina balances having her younger son, Jackson, stay safe with someone while she traces the route Charlie took earlier, delivering newspapers. Along the way, Nina finds that her daughter had a boyfriend (who is reluctant to get involved), and a young woman from another town who befriended Charlie when both took windsurfing classes. The police try to restrain Nina's efforts to search for Charlie, but Nina ignores their warnings. With persistent questioning, Nina is able is narrow her search. With the night drawing near, Nina finds not only Charlie, but the killer of Charlie's friend from the surfing class. Review by Jackie. (Fiction) 08/11/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1355460028086811331?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1355460028086811331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1355460028086811331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/losing-you.html' title='Losing You'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF3tChCLoI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Wjf6MXHbiPc/s72-c/loss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1029981335861013520</id><published>2009-08-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T06:47:09.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fifth Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF1E5dNyvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/TqMlbVAUP-M/s1600-h/fifth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368700957805628146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF1E5dNyvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/TqMlbVAUP-M/s200/fifth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF0677ZjlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JKKqdPcS4Pg/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368700786670407250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF0677ZjlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/JKKqdPcS4Pg/s200/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Candace Bushnell&lt;br /&gt;Not having watched or read &lt;u&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;Lipstick Jungle&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;One Fifth Avenue&lt;/u&gt; is my first introduction to Candace Bushnell. The story is a satiric expose of the lives of the rich and famous who reside in the historic art deco apartment house located at One Fifth Avenue. It is a compelling tale filled with twists and turns with a very satisfying ending. Review by Virginia. (Fiction) 08/11/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1029981335861013520?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1029981335861013520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1029981335861013520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-fifth-avenue.html' title='One Fifth Avenue'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF1E5dNyvI/AAAAAAAAA4w/TqMlbVAUP-M/s72-c/fifth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4905415285617091724</id><published>2009-08-10T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:53:15.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Penelopiad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB6AhBvoUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ALLIBAlSDyA/s1600-h/odd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368424905109905730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB6AhBvoUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ALLIBAlSDyA/s200/odd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB55UYe3iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dXJFwrMJ86E/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368424781456530978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB55UYe3iI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/dXJFwrMJ86E/s200/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Odyssey&lt;/u&gt; (and &lt;u&gt;Iliad&lt;/u&gt;) as retold (in a very truncated version) by Penelope's shade. Listened to the audio version and did not feel the reader's voice suited the story, nor did it suit me. The poetry and songs of the hanged maids alternate with Penelope's reflections, and are the better portion. I also heard echoes of &lt;u&gt;The Handmaid's Tale&lt;/u&gt;. (Fiction) 08/10/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4905415285617091724?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4905415285617091724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4905415285617091724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/penelopiad.html' title='The Penelopiad'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB6AhBvoUI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ALLIBAlSDyA/s72-c/odd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5985664863601273791</id><published>2009-08-10T12:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:46:49.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Plague Of Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB4y4F0CwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_aZN5auTiN8/s1600-h/black+death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB4y4F0CwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_aZN5auTiN8/s200/black+death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368423571271191298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB3w9OE5EI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Pxp9O2iEycg/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB3w9OE5EI/AAAAAAAAA4I/Pxp9O2iEycg/s200/icn_4star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368422438776661058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: John Lescroart&lt;br /&gt;Legal thriller by an author new to me, but with many titles to his credit. The experience shows; this is well plotted and well paced. A cut above the average thriller, I think. Wonderfully amusing characters, grounded in reality rather than wishful thinking. At least one of the secrets comes out of nowhere, and seems forced, but the rest are believable. Amusing "sidebars" on food, too. (Fiction) 08/10/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5985664863601273791?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5985664863601273791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5985664863601273791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/plague-of-secrets_10.html' title='A Plague Of Secrets'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB4y4F0CwI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_aZN5auTiN8/s72-c/black+death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8045684945413465708</id><published>2009-08-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:38:00.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They Do It With Mirrors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB2emSnfhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/bJYe2TvjKDo/s1600-h/mirror+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368421023872417298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB2emSnfhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/bJYe2TvjKDo/s200/mirror+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB2SrBFQ-I/AAAAAAAAA34/0-4l9mEKYI8/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368420818982618082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB2SrBFQ-I/AAAAAAAAA34/0-4l9mEKYI8/s200/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;This novel features Miss Marple, perhaps my favorite Christie detective. Entertaining read, but not up to the standards of &lt;u&gt;A Murder Is Announced&lt;/u&gt; or other Christie greats. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8045684945413465708?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8045684945413465708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8045684945413465708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/they-do-it-with-mirrors.html' title='They Do It With Mirrors'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB2emSnfhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/bJYe2TvjKDo/s72-c/mirror+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-176189799047475442</id><published>2009-08-10T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:04:16.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. McGinty's Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1qItdJII/AAAAAAAAA3w/n5x6g5KW3eg/s1600-h/mcginty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368420122578723970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1qItdJII/AAAAAAAAA3w/n5x6g5KW3eg/s200/mcginty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1dWX4-3I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Oz11J16E7M4/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368419902908070770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1dWX4-3I/AAAAAAAAA3o/Oz11J16E7M4/s200/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly simple murder soon becomes convoluted mess as Poirot investigates. Possible scenarios quickly pile up on one another as nearly all the novel's numerous characters are cast under the shadow of suspicion - and I relished that complexity. One of my favorite Christie endings, because the twists that make everything so clear are ever so obvious once they're pointed out, yet veiled until that moment. A reappearance of the lovable Ariadne Oliver makes the novel even more delightful. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-176189799047475442?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/176189799047475442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/176189799047475442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/mrs-mcgintys-dead.html' title='Mrs. McGinty&apos;s Dead'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1qItdJII/AAAAAAAAA3w/n5x6g5KW3eg/s72-c/mcginty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6309075873867287077</id><published>2009-08-10T12:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:29:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pale Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1Fkb1TKI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rkBhHzyit20/s1600-h/horsie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1Fkb1TKI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rkBhHzyit20/s200/horsie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368419494365842594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB08MPsDXI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/7GijsJpeJdY/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 31px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB08MPsDXI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/7GijsJpeJdY/s200/icn_2star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368419333253631346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;A spooky read, very different in structure and tone from the typical Christie novel. Some might enjoy the change - but I didn't, especially as this was one of the few Christie novels in which I quickly spotted the villain. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6309075873867287077?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6309075873867287077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6309075873867287077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/pale-horse.html' title='The Pale Horse'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoB1Fkb1TKI/AAAAAAAAA3g/rkBhHzyit20/s72-c/horsie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1786921965785645675</id><published>2009-08-10T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:27:07.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seven Dials Mystery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBz-6rZkZI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/4sj_7vqxOgg/s1600-h/seven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368418280566002066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBz-6rZkZI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/4sj_7vqxOgg/s200/seven.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBz13RVVCI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Mwf3xDD6cDw/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368418125032543266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBz13RVVCI/AAAAAAAAA3I/Mwf3xDD6cDw/s200/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Agatha Christie&lt;br /&gt;Christie often stumbles somewhat when attempting thrillers. But &lt;u&gt;The Seven Dials Mystery&lt;/u&gt; is an indubitable success, probably because it subtly (and not so subtly) pokes fun at traditional thriller motifs. Quick, lighthearted read with delicious twists at the end. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1786921965785645675?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1786921965785645675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1786921965785645675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-dials-mystery.html' title='The Seven Dials Mystery'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBz-6rZkZI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/4sj_7vqxOgg/s72-c/seven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-918802760179583274</id><published>2009-08-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:23:08.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tolls Of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBzPUZUKPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/NT6vuSORTH0/s1600-h/death.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBzPUZUKPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/NT6vuSORTH0/s200/death.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368417462835751154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBzBMsTDWI/AAAAAAAAA24/8P9Ah7UW8yY/s1600-h/icn_1star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 15px; height: 15px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBzBMsTDWI/AAAAAAAAA24/8P9Ah7UW8yY/s200/icn_1star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368417220249718114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jecks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A medieval mystery that seemingly spends more time describing the squalid affairs of a town than exploring the actual murders. Not my cup of tea. Few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;likeable&lt;/span&gt; characters (if any), little actual detecting, and a fairly obvious murderer. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-918802760179583274?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/918802760179583274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/918802760179583274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/tolls-of-death.html' title='The Tolls Of Death'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBzPUZUKPI/AAAAAAAAA3A/NT6vuSORTH0/s72-c/death.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-1679902926357819718</id><published>2009-08-10T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:19:33.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Covenants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoByiV4DzYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2KLCEFS_79I/s1600-h/cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoByiV4DzYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2KLCEFS_79I/s200/cov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368416690139024770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoByTt_sxoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/avWtwAicdCw/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoByTt_sxoI/AAAAAAAAA2o/avWtwAicdCw/s200/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368416438915483266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Lorna Freeman&lt;br /&gt;An astonishingly polished debut fantasy novel that has not received half the attention it deserves. Language shines, characters intrigue, and plot proves far more complicated and original than one might expect considering the premise. An enthralling read. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-1679902926357819718?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1679902926357819718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/1679902926357819718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/covenants.html' title='Covenants'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoByiV4DzYI/AAAAAAAAA2w/2KLCEFS_79I/s72-c/cov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5668455629836789220</id><published>2009-08-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:03:12.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brightly Burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBvlccZq6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/EuLUeUxf6mw/s1600-h/bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 193px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368413444906789794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBvlccZq6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/EuLUeUxf6mw/s200/bright.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBvVYEfXyI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/qD3xq-N-BwU/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368413168854851362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBvVYEfXyI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/qD3xq-N-BwU/s200/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Mercedes Lackey&lt;br /&gt;This novel is a bit melodramatic. Its ending is painfully rushed. Our antagonists are unquestionably "evil" and our protagonists certainly "good" (though almost inevitably self-doubting). I would have loved this book - in my early teens. Now, the angst-ridden Lan is occasionally a bit irritating. Now, the idea of a "lifebound" just creeps me out. I don't believe in fate, or destiny, or any of that tripe - those “wondrous” bonds only seem death knells to free choice. A decent novel, but not to my current tastes. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5668455629836789220?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5668455629836789220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5668455629836789220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/brightly-burning.html' title='Brightly Burning'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBvlccZq6I/AAAAAAAAA2g/EuLUeUxf6mw/s72-c/bright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-7791633741705583553</id><published>2009-08-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:54:35.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guards! Guards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBQcsU02xI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1X0EerBEifc/s1600-h/guards-guards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 156px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBQcsU02xI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1X0EerBEifc/s200/guards-guards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368379209690700562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBQMSTBvPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lrspAojFLew/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBQMSTBvPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/lrspAojFLew/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368378927825927410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;Good zany fun - the first of the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Discworld&lt;/span&gt;" novels featuring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vimes&lt;/span&gt;. Small-minded members of a secret society headed by an ambitious Supreme Grand Master summon a dragon in a plot to place a puppet on the throne, displacing dictator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vetinari&lt;/span&gt;. Their plans soon go awry and the City Watch, long an ineffectual laughingstock, unexpectedly rises to the occasion. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-7791633741705583553?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7791633741705583553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7791633741705583553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/guards-guards.html' title='Guards! Guards!'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBQcsU02xI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/1X0EerBEifc/s72-c/guards-guards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5131057974214462781</id><published>2009-08-10T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:48:59.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Postal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBPTFmprUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/drJWZOAVCxQ/s1600-h/GoingPostal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBPTFmprUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/drJWZOAVCxQ/s200/GoingPostal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368377945166032194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBOtFnCOCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/o-1Qen-2MW4/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 15px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBOtFnCOCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/o-1Qen-2MW4/s320/icn_5star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368377292332611618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;One of Pratchett's more recent “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Discworld&lt;/span&gt;” novels, Going Postal is a fun romp featuring several new characters. Moist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;von&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lipwig&lt;/span&gt;, confidence man and general trickster, is carefully hanged to an inch of his life; when he awakens, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vetinari&lt;/span&gt; "offers" him the position of Postmaster General, initiating a hilarious tale that occasionally has shades of gravity. Pratchett has been called the Douglas Adams of fantasy - but quite frankly, I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; always preferred Pratchett's sense of humor. (Fiction) 08/09/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5131057974214462781?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5131057974214462781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5131057974214462781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-postal.html' title='Going Postal'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBPTFmprUI/AAAAAAAAA2A/drJWZOAVCxQ/s72-c/GoingPostal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-8232949822864466231</id><published>2009-08-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:07:23.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBLOnl_i3I/AAAAAAAAA1g/IMa9Ldun5hk/s1600-h/AHMM1009Stories06_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368373470344219506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBLOnl_i3I/AAAAAAAAA1g/IMa9Ldun5hk/s200/AHMM1009Stories06_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBK_OzpwfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/q-mvLpaOGh0/s1600-h/icn_2star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 31px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368373205992587762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBK_OzpwfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/q-mvLpaOGh0/s320/icn_2star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Nick Brownlee&lt;br /&gt;A first fiction book of a new series that takes place in Kenya. A little too bloody for my taste. The very first scene takes place on a fishing boat with the boat owner tied to a chair as he is being gutted while alive. Brownlee introduces us to the blacker side of sex traffic, police corruption, international bosses and money. Although I enjoyed the lead characters Jake Moore, a former policeman from England, and Daniel Jouma, an older Kenyan policeman who has never taken a bribe, it was not enough to carry the overriding blackness of the story. Review by Terrie. (Fiction) 08/08/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-8232949822864466231?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8232949822864466231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/8232949822864466231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/bait.html' title='Bait'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBLOnl_i3I/AAAAAAAAA1g/IMa9Ldun5hk/s72-c/AHMM1009Stories06_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6646272984103796843</id><published>2009-08-10T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T12:06:01.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1434</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBJgdwAVuI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zOJmo79ZmyI/s1600-h/1434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 92px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368371577916249826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBJgdwAVuI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zOJmo79ZmyI/s200/1434.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBJT8JiGBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/t_Eec0fjBDI/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368371362738083858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBJT8JiGBI/AAAAAAAAA1I/t_Eec0fjBDI/s320/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gavin&lt;/span&gt; Menzies&lt;br /&gt;This is a highly interesting description of the very speculative impact of the putative visit of a Ming empire treasure fleet to Italy in 1434. There are a lot of qualifiers in the previous sentence, because the evidence is sometimes tenuous for Menzies's rather radical claims for the dependence of the Renaissance on Chinese knowledge. On the other hand, there is evidence for some Chinese influence, and Menzies's book reads like a mystery story as he investigates various possible contacts and threads of evidence. It makes for intriguing revisionist history. (Non-fiction) 08/07/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6646272984103796843?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6646272984103796843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6646272984103796843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/1434.html' title='1434'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoBJgdwAVuI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/zOJmo79ZmyI/s72-c/1434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-4477790693091704540</id><published>2009-08-07T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:55:21.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Splendid Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw7wHwypZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zt49Dlamv64/s1600-h/thousand-sp-suns-comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367230553822242194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw7wHwypZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zt49Dlamv64/s200/thousand-sp-suns-comp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw7duKR2YI/AAAAAAAAA04/UPFks5Cseuk/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367230237712177538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw7duKR2YI/AAAAAAAAA04/UPFks5Cseuk/s320/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khaled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel was even more moving than &lt;u&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/u&gt;. As an American woman, this story made me feel blessed to have countless freedoms that woman in many Mid-Eastern countries do not. The author unfolded the story in such a beautiful way. I had nothing but admiration for all of the female characters! Review by Donna. (Fiction) 08/07/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-4477790693091704540?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4477790693091704540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/4477790693091704540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/thousand-splendid-suns.html' title='A Thousand Splendid Suns'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw7wHwypZI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zt49Dlamv64/s72-c/thousand-sp-suns-comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-6271932488408308410</id><published>2009-08-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:50:14.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw6hQ657II/AAAAAAAAA0w/0ZxJYEDRQlE/s1600-h/kiterunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367229199070915714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw6hQ657II/AAAAAAAAA0w/0ZxJYEDRQlE/s200/kiterunner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw6RaI1IvI/AAAAAAAAA0o/eM0jDkDiFIc/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367228926667334386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw6RaI1IvI/AAAAAAAAA0o/eM0jDkDiFIc/s320/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Khaled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous, my daughter read this for her 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade English class and raved about it. I was anxious to read it so I could discuss it. A truly moving story which gives the reader an inside look at life in Afghanistan. The author's use of words and his descriptive language made me truly appreciate the relationship between the two boys and their families. Review by Donna. (Fiction) 08/07/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-6271932488408308410?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6271932488408308410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/6271932488408308410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snw6hQ657II/AAAAAAAAA0w/0ZxJYEDRQlE/s72-c/kiterunner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-7148689886546543329</id><published>2009-08-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:17:36.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsrlAtNraI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KuDtnN9-G5k/s1600-h/n316837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsrlAtNraI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KuDtnN9-G5k/s200/n316837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366931295786872226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsrACOZOBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RtZvFtw4Or8/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 47px; height: 15px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsrACOZOBI/AAAAAAAAA0A/RtZvFtw4Or8/s320/icn_3star.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366930660539316242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bertice&lt;/span&gt; Berry&lt;br /&gt;The book was okay. It was an excellent love story, but not really believable. I did like the characterization and the prose, but wanted more from the story. (Fiction) 08/06/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-7148689886546543329?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7148689886546543329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7148689886546543329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/redemption-song.html' title='Redemption Song'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsrlAtNraI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/KuDtnN9-G5k/s72-c/n316837.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-9281328303008624</id><published>2009-08-06T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:24:50.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying For Mercy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsoF1yd87I/AAAAAAAAAz4/4l28rFbS6Fg/s1600-h/dying-for-mercy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366927461745292210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsoF1yd87I/AAAAAAAAAz4/4l28rFbS6Fg/s200/dying-for-mercy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snsn-meH3mI/AAAAAAAAAzw/j3YU1BGSWbQ/s1600-h/icn_3star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 47px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366927337374342754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snsn-meH3mI/AAAAAAAAAzw/j3YU1BGSWbQ/s320/icn_3star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Mary Jane Clark&lt;br /&gt;Good mystery. (Fiction) 08/06/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-9281328303008624?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9281328303008624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/9281328303008624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/dying-for-mercy.html' title='Dying For Mercy'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnsoF1yd87I/AAAAAAAAAz4/4l28rFbS6Fg/s72-c/dying-for-mercy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5070458013332378967</id><published>2009-08-06T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:23:28.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder On The Prowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnslQV7dECI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Ot0-lnRLqnY/s1600-h/9780553575408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 107px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366924343636725794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnslQV7dECI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Ot0-lnRLqnY/s200/9780553575408.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnslAJNdCnI/AAAAAAAAAzg/KCWpNcHm9i4/s1600-h/icn_5star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366924065344653938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnslAJNdCnI/AAAAAAAAAzg/KCWpNcHm9i4/s320/icn_5star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:Rita Mae Brown &amp;amp; Sneaky Pie Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Murder On The Prowl&lt;/u&gt; is one of the "Mrs.Murphy" series, a young postmistress in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Crozet&lt;/span&gt;, VA. Harry &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haristeen&lt;/span&gt; and her cats and dog solve the murders at a private high school. The ongoing characters are charming and the problems are contemporary even in such a small town. I think you should try this one and all others in the series. Review by Donna. (Fiction) 08/06/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5070458013332378967?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5070458013332378967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5070458013332378967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/murder-on-prowl.html' title='Murder On The Prowl'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnslQV7dECI/AAAAAAAAAzo/Ot0-lnRLqnY/s72-c/9780553575408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-5852524019814581000</id><published>2009-08-06T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:20:55.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic And Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snsf7h6LQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzY/RU4-f4MZDGU/s1600-h/n79604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 108px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366918488517198674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snsf7h6LQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzY/RU4-f4MZDGU/s200/n79604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snsfl4DHJsI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/2VNLqhqLQCs/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366918116503135938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snsfl4DHJsI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/2VNLqhqLQCs/s320/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Sophie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinsella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shopaholic And Sister&lt;/u&gt; picks up with Luke and Becky returning to England from their year-long honeymoon journey around the world. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suze&lt;/span&gt; (Becky's best friend) has made a new best friend in the interim, Lulu, and Becky starts to feel lonely . . . until she discovers her long-lost half-sister, Jess. The only problem is that Jess is nothing like Becky; she hates shopping, hates needless spending and has a rather cold and controlled demeanor. The two girls clash just in time for Becky's spending habits to severely challenge her marriage with Luke. In the end, Becky and Jess find that they have more in common than they think and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Suze&lt;/span&gt; and Luke come to Becky's rescue when she is trapped on a mountain with Jess. In the end, in true Sophie &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinsella&lt;/span&gt; fashion, the reader is left guessing if Becky's dizzy spells could be caused by a pregnancy. I enjoyed this installment of the "Shopaholic" series because it was a little more of a quick read, and had some new interesting characters. The real problem with this book was how annoying I found Becky's character. In the previous three books, Becky's character was wacky and over-the-top, but in a charming and controlled way. When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kinsella&lt;/span&gt; portrays her in juxtaposition with her rigidly controlled sister, Becky became kind of an irritating nag, which breaks my heart because I found her so adorable in the last three books. Of course, the ending was rather predictable, but, as usual, I'm excited to continue with the series. Review by Sarah. (Fiction) 08/06/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-5852524019814581000?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5852524019814581000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/5852524019814581000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopaholic-and-sister.html' title='Shopaholic And Sister'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snsf7h6LQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzY/RU4-f4MZDGU/s72-c/n79604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-7162794558718226086</id><published>2009-08-06T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:17:39.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enemy Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snrjd526ohI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PFe0S_AtAsI/s1600-h/9780743403429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 93px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 139px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366852008852234770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snrjd526ohI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PFe0S_AtAsI/s200/9780743403429.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF9YQYeTSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IOSm4XUgAgw/s1600-h/icn_1star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 15px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368710086470290722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SoF9YQYeTSI/AAAAAAAAA5I/IOSm4XUgAgw/s200/icn_1star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Robert K. Tanenbaum&lt;br /&gt;Do not recommend- hard to follow. (Fiction) 08/06/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-7162794558718226086?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7162794558718226086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/7162794558718226086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/enemy-within.html' title='Enemy Within'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/Snrjd526ohI/AAAAAAAAAzA/PFe0S_AtAsI/s72-c/9780743403429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2091859838779514604.post-3463669402156945539</id><published>2009-08-05T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T07:12:42.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Necessarily Not The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnnST_F91fI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2oLW5yzdf6U/s1600-h/bp9gdac9maerdgcb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366551671784461810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnnST_F91fI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2oLW5yzdf6U/s200/bp9gdac9maerdgcb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnnRzJZGgiI/AAAAAAAAAyw/or1sP7An0vk/s1600-h/icn_4star.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 62px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 15px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366551107613393442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnnRzJZGgiI/AAAAAAAAAyw/or1sP7An0vk/s320/icn_4star.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Jaime &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pressly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was enjoyable and very easy to read. The reader feels very involved in the author's life and wants to know more. &lt;u&gt;It's Not Necessarily&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Not The Truth&lt;/u&gt; was also inspirational in its message to not give up on your dreams. The book flows nicely and wraps-up well. Review by Lori. (Non- fiction) 08/05/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2091859838779514604-3463669402156945539?l=masterreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3463669402156945539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2091859838779514604/posts/default/3463669402156945539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterreading.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-not-necessarily-not-truth.html' title='It&apos;s Not Necessarily Not The Truth'/><author><name>Newburgh Librarian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18186569829786179404</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-JqQK24ox4/SnnST_F91fI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2oLW5yzdf6U/s72-c/bp9gdac9maerdgcb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
