<?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-441118560638499035</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:58:56.000+08:00</updated><category term='Zachary Mexico'/><category term='Margaret Atwood'/><category term='Philippa Gregory'/><category term='Zadie Smith'/><category term='Nicola Barker'/><category term='Alice Sebold'/><category term='Paul Theroux'/><category term='John Irving'/><category term='Paulo Coelho'/><category term='Neil Gaiman'/><category term='Sapphire'/><category term='Jostein Gaarder'/><category term='Nick Hornby'/><category term='Augusten Burroughs'/><category term='Candace Bushnell'/><category term='David Sedaris'/><category term='Terry Pratchett'/><category term='Josh Grogan'/><category term='Marina Lewycka'/><category term='Elizabeth Gilbert'/><category term='Jonathan Franzen'/><category term='Herman Wouk'/><category term='Antonia Fraser'/><category term='Junot Diaz'/><category term='Gregory Maguire'/><category term='JK Rowling'/><category term='Thomas Hardy'/><category term='Mark Haddon'/><category term='Chuck Palahniuk'/><category term='Susanna Clarke'/><category term='Jeffrey Eugenides'/><category term='Kim Edwards'/><category term='Jools Oliver'/><category term='CS Lewis'/><category term='Jodi Picoult'/><category term='Mary Roach'/><category term='Jonathan Safran Foer'/><title type='text'>My Bookcase</title><subtitle type='html'>a place where i keep tab on my ever-growing book collection.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3341026807587876221</id><published>2010-06-02T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:02:19.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jools Oliver'/><title type='text'>Minus Nine to One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I read this when I was pregnant with Annabel, and I loved every moment of it. A fun read that I found helpful especially with my first time being pregnant and all. Highly recommended."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYZaErgUVI/AAAAAAAABAM/1m5CW-M5fH8/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478093932466295122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYZaErgUVI/AAAAAAAABAM/1m5CW-M5fH8/s400/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by JOOLS OLIVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being pregnant for the first time changed Jools Oliver's life. Having longed for children since before she can remember, she was suddenly faced with an array of unfamiliar, unexpected and sometimes downright embarrassing emotional and physical reactions. And when Poppy (and a year later Daisy) was born she had to learn a whole new set of skills. From trying to conceive and a first positive pregnancy test to Poppy's first birthday, "Minus Nine To One" takes you through the worries, surprises, excitement, miracles and sheer bloody hard work that Jools n and all new mums in their own different ways n have to cope with along the way. As Jools writes, 'This certainly isn't meant to be read as a guidebook, or a medical reference book n it is simply my story and I hope that you can relate to it in some way (and maybe even relax with it in the bath!)'. Down to earth, personal and very, very funny, this is the book no aspiring mother will want to be without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3341026807587876221?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3341026807587876221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/minus-nine-to-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3341026807587876221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3341026807587876221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/minus-nine-to-one.html' title='Minus Nine to One'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYZaErgUVI/AAAAAAAABAM/1m5CW-M5fH8/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-5562622661136543555</id><published>2010-06-02T16:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T17:01:50.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terry Pratchett'/><title type='text'>Going Postal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYYngGUCrI/AAAAAAAABAE/hNwsevu_I0Y/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478093063653165746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYYngGUCrI/AAAAAAAABAE/hNwsevu_I0Y/s400/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by TERRY PRATCHETT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arch-swindler Moist Van Lipwig never believed his confidence crimes were hanging offenses - until he found himself with a noose tightly around his neck, dropping through a trapdoor, and falling into...a government job?" "By all rights, Moist should have met his maker. Instead, it's Lord Vetinari, supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, who promptly offers him a job as Postmaster. Since his only other option is a nonliving one, Moist accepts the position - and the hulking golem watchdog who comes along with it, just in case Moist was considering abandoning his responsibilities prematurely." "Getting the moribund Postal Service up and running again, however, may be a near-impossible task, what with literally mountains of decades-old undelivered mail clogging every nook and cranny of the broken-down post office building; and with only a few creaky old postmen and one rather unstable, pin-obsessed youth available to deliver it. Worse still, Moist could swear the mail is talking to him. Worst of all, it means taking on the gargantuan, money-hungry Grand Trunk clacks communication monopoly and its bloodthirsty piratical head, Mr. Reacher Gilt." But it says on the building Neither Rain Nor Snow Nor Glo m of Ni t... Inspiring words (admittedly, some of the bronze letters have been stolen), and for once in his wretched life Moist is going to fight. And if the bold and impossible are what's called for, he'll do it - in order to move the mail, continue breathing, get the girl, and specially deliver that invaluable commodity that every human being (not to mention troll, dwarf, and, yes, even golem) requires: hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-5562622661136543555?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5562622661136543555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-postal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5562622661136543555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5562622661136543555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-postal.html' title='Going Postal'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYYngGUCrI/AAAAAAAABAE/hNwsevu_I0Y/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3097502695821040896</id><published>2010-06-02T15:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:54:24.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antonia Fraser'/><title type='text'>Marie Antoinette: The Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYNbLDeW8I/AAAAAAAAA_8/4L5OI-RhcZU/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478080757217778626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYNbLDeW8I/AAAAAAAAA_8/4L5OI-RhcZU/s400/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by ANTONIA FRASER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie Antoinette's dramatic life-story continues to arouse mixed emotions. To many people, she is still 'la reine mechante', whose extravagance and frivolity helped to bring down the French monarchy; her indifference to popular suffering epitomised by the (apocryphal) words: 'let them eat cake'. Others are equally passionate in her defence: to them, she is a victim of misogyny. In this biography Antonia Fraser examines her influence over the king, Louis XVI, the accusations and sexual slurs made against her, her patronage of the arts which enhanced French cultural life, her imprisonment, the death threats made against her, rumours of lesbian affairs, her trial (during which her young son was forced to testify to sexual abuse by his mother) and her eventual execution by guillotine in 1793.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3097502695821040896?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3097502695821040896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/marie-antoinette-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3097502695821040896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3097502695821040896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/marie-antoinette-journey.html' title='Marie Antoinette: The Journey'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYNbLDeW8I/AAAAAAAAA_8/4L5OI-RhcZU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8904816462838969163</id><published>2010-06-02T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T15:34:46.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nicola Barker'/><title type='text'>Darkmans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYIqgoiS8I/AAAAAAAAA_0/XVw_1kJDiAs/s1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478075523150269378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYIqgoiS8I/AAAAAAAAA_0/XVw_1kJDiAs/s400/book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by NICOLA BARKER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortlisted for the 2007 Man Booker Prize An epic novel of startling originality which confirms Nicola Barker as one of Britain's most exciting literary talents. This is a rowdy, riotous tale, a tale in which the medieval past takes on a face, name, and occupation and roams around the humdrum town of Ashford, bringing chaos to the lives of those it picks on. No one is safe: not upstanding Beede and his drug-dealing son, nor teen chav Kelly who zestily finds God (much to the dismay of the Reverend responsible), or Gaffar, the tiny, amorous Kurd with an unusual fear of salad. Darkmans is a world where language snaps and crackles like static, twitching with barely containable energy. Past and present mingle and blur, and the lines between fantasy and reality, sanity and madness are continually rubbed out and redrawn - but by whose hand? And what about the grand scheme of things - is life a coincidence or is it a pattern, plotted by all-seeing, unknown forces? The third of Nicola Barker's visionary narratives of the Thames Gateway, Darkmans is a very modern book about very old-fashioned subjects: love and jealousy. It's also about invasion, obsession, displacement and possession, about comedy, art, prescription drugs and chiropody. Shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2007 and following on from Wide Open (winner Dublin IMPAC award 2000) and Behindlings it confirms Nicola Barker as one of Britain's most original, innovative and exciting literary talents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8904816462838969163?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8904816462838969163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/darkmans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8904816462838969163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8904816462838969163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/06/darkmans.html' title='Darkmans'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAYIqgoiS8I/AAAAAAAAA_0/XVw_1kJDiAs/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-2744491655883473293</id><published>2010-03-17T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:26:03.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zadie Smith'/><title type='text'>On Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DmEjxMkWI/AAAAAAAAA28/KzkNBDZqQFE/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449608515113750882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DmEjxMkWI/AAAAAAAAA28/KzkNBDZqQFE/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by ZADIE SMITH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Howard Belsey is an Englishman abroad, an academic teaching in Wellington, a college town in New England. Married young, thirty years later he is struggling to revive his love for his African American wife Kiki. Meanwhile, his three teenage children - Jerome, Zora and Levi - are each seeking the passions, ideals and commitments that will guide them through their own lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"After Howard has a disastrous affair with a colleague, his sensitive older son, Jerome, escapes to England for the holidays. In London he defies everything the Belseys represent when he goes to work for Trinidadian right-wing academic and pundit, Monty Kipps. Taken in by the Kipps family for the summer, Jerome falls for Monty's beautiful, capricious daughter, Victoria." But this short-lived romance has long-lasting consequences, drawing these very different families into each other's lives. As Kiki develops a friendship with Mrs. Kipps, and Howard and Monty do battle on different sides of the culture war, hot-headed Zora brings a handsome young man from the Boston streets into their midst whom she is determined to draw into the fold of the black middle class - but at what price?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-2744491655883473293?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2744491655883473293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-beauty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2744491655883473293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2744491655883473293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-beauty.html' title='On Beauty'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DmEjxMkWI/AAAAAAAAA28/KzkNBDZqQFE/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8259963936100844270</id><published>2010-03-17T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:21:40.744+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zadie Smith'/><title type='text'>White Teeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6Dk4URvzNI/AAAAAAAAA20/HcFkqKywo4o/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449607205285252306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6Dk4URvzNI/AAAAAAAAA20/HcFkqKywo4o/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by ZADIE SMITH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On New Year's morning, 1975, Archie Jones sits in his car on a London road and waits for the exhaust fumes to fill his Cavalier Musketeer station wagon. Archie - working-class, ordinary, a failed marriage under his belt - is calling it quits, the deciding factor being the flip of a 20-pence coin. When the owner of a nearby halal butcher shop (annoyed that Archie's car is blocking his delivery area) comes out and bangs on the window, he gives Archie another chance at life and sets in motion this richly imagined, uproariously funny novel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Epic and intimate, hilarious and poignant, White Teeth is the story of two North London families - one headed by Archie, the other by Archie's best friend, a Muslim Bengali named Samad Iqbal. Pals since they served together in World War II, Archie and Samad are a decidedly unlikely pair. Plodding Archie is typical in every way until he marries Clara, a beautiful, toothless Jamaican woman half his age, and the couple have a daughter named Irie (the Jamaican word for "no problem"). Samad - devoutly Muslim, hopelessly "foreign" - weds the feisty and always suspicious Alsana in a prearranged union. They have twin sons named Millat and Magid, one a pot-smoking punk-cum-militant Muslim and the other an insufferable science nerd. The riotous and tortured histories of the Joneses and the Iqbals are fundamentally intertwined, capturing an empire's worth of cultural identity, history, and hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zadie Smith's dazzling first novel plays out its bounding, vibrant course in a Jamaican hair salon in North London, an Indian restaurant in Leicester Square, an Irish poolroom turned immigrant caf&amp;amp;eacute, a liberal public school, a sleek science institute. A winning debut in every respect, White Teeth marks the arrival of a wondrously talented writer who takes on the big themes -faith, race, gender, history, and culture - and triumphs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8259963936100844270?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8259963936100844270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/white-teeth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8259963936100844270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8259963936100844270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/white-teeth.html' title='White Teeth'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6Dk4URvzNI/AAAAAAAAA20/HcFkqKywo4o/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-2951468610986480603</id><published>2010-03-17T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:30:31.137+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Augusten Burroughs'/><title type='text'>Possible Side Effects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DWF3xepfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/g3Nakb7ugHY/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449590945477469682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DWF3xepfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/g3Nakb7ugHY/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by AUGUSTEN BURROUGHS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Burroughs is the author of the memoir Running with Scissors (2002), a "runaway" best-seller, and an equally popular collection of essays, Magical Thinking (2004). In light of recent publishing events vis-a-vis truth versus truth-stretching in memoir writing, it is interesting to note the author's prefatory comments in this, his latest collection of memoir-essays. He indicates that some events recounted in the pieces have been "expanded and changed" and that some of the "individuals portrayed are composites of more than one person." What follows is a series of funny, extremely eloquent takes on modern life and Burroughs' own particular responses to life's various stimuli. "Bloody Sunday" begins with a nosebleed on an airplane flight from New York to London and then describes his reluctance to get out and enjoy the sights once there. "The Sacred Cow" is a very sweet story about getting a second bulldog, and now both his dogs, the new one and the older one, are "more precious to me than anything." And "Killing John Updike" finds Burroughs collecting Updike first editions before he dies ("If I was going to spend two thousand dollars on a book about a rabbit, that old man better be dead by morning, or I was going to be furious"). Irreverence done to an amusing turn. - ALA Booklist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-2951468610986480603?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2951468610986480603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/possible-side-effects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2951468610986480603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2951468610986480603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/possible-side-effects.html' title='Possible Side Effects'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DWF3xepfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/g3Nakb7ugHY/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8934144622254318536</id><published>2010-03-17T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:11:10.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Franzen'/><title type='text'>The Corrections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DUL2nve9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/a5kS9X9yDlU/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449588849224154066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DUL2nve9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/a5kS9X9yDlU/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JONATHAN FRANZEN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jonathan Franzen's exhilarating novel The Corrections tells a spellbinding story with sexy comic brio, and evokes a quirky family akin to Anne Tyler's, only bitter. Franzen's great at describing Christmas homecomings gone awry, cruise-ship follies, self-deluded academics, breast-obsessed screenwriters, stodgy old farts and edgy Tribeca bohemians equally at sea in their lives, and the mad, bad, dangerous worlds of the Internet boom and the fissioning post-Soviet East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All five members of the Lambert family get their due, as everybody's lives swirl out of control. Paterfamilias Alfred is slipping into dementia, even as one of his inventions inspires a pharmaceutical giant to revolutionize treatment of his disease. His stubborn wife, Enid, specializes in denial; so do their kids, each in an idiosyncratic way. Their hepcat son, Chip, lost a college sinecure by seducing a student, and his new career as a screenwriter is in peril. Chip's sister, Denise, is a chic chef perpetually in hot water, romantically speaking; banker brother Gary wonders if his stifling marriage is driving him nuts. We inhabit these troubled minds in turn, sinking into sorrow punctuated by laughter, reveling in Franzen's satirical eye:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gary in recent years had observed, with plate tectonically cumulative anxiety, that population was continuing to flow out of the Midwest and toward the cooler coasts... Gary wished that all further migration [could] be banned and all Midwesterners encouraged to revert to eating pasty foods and wearing dowdy clothes and playing board games, in order that a strategic national reserve of cluelessness might be maintained, a wilderness of taste which would enable people of privilege, like himself, to feel extremely civilized in perpetuity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Franzen is funny and on the money. This book puts him on the literary map. -Tim Appelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8934144622254318536?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8934144622254318536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/corrections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8934144622254318536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8934144622254318536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/corrections.html' title='The Corrections'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DUL2nve9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/a5kS9X9yDlU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6539979270409803220</id><published>2010-03-17T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:01:55.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Safran Foer'/><title type='text'>Everything is Illuminated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DSbEmrs0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/J31fZf8FgNc/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449586911652590402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DSbEmrs0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/J31fZf8FgNc/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With only a yellowing photograph in hand, a young man - also named Jonathan Safran Foer - sets out to find the woman who might or might not have saved his grandfather from the Nazis. Accompanied by an old man haunted by memories of the war, an amorous dog named Sammy Davis, Junior, Junior, and the unforgettable Alex, a young Ukrainian translator who speaks in a sublimely butchered English, Jonathan is led on a quixotic journey over a devastated landscape and into an unexpected past. As their adventure unfolds, Jonathan imagines the history of his grandfather's village, conjuring a magical fable of startling symmetries that unite generations across time. Lit by passion, fear, guilt, memory, and hope, the characters in Everything Is Illuminated mine the black holes of history. As the search moves back in time, the fantastical history moves forward, until reality collides with fiction in a heart-stopping scene of extraordinary power. An arresting blend of high comedy and great tragedy, this is a story about searching for people and places that no longer exist, for the hidden truths that haunt every family, and for the delicate but necessary tales that link past and future. Exuberant and wise, hysterically funny and deeply moving, EVERYTHING IS ILLUMINATED is an astonishing debut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6539979270409803220?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6539979270409803220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-is-illuminated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6539979270409803220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6539979270409803220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/everything-is-illuminated.html' title='Everything is Illuminated'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DSbEmrs0I/AAAAAAAAA2c/J31fZf8FgNc/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3666609174586788362</id><published>2010-03-17T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:42:15.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonathan Safran Foer'/><title type='text'>Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DM7tCK2WI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hHGQLzAY9R0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449580875191343458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DM7tCK2WI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hHGQLzAY9R0/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JONATHAN SAFRAN FOER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Jonathan Safran Foer confronts the traumas of our recent history. What he discovers is solace in that most human quality, imagination." "Meet Oskar Schell, an inventor, Francophile, tambourine player, Shakespearean actor, jeweler, and pacifist. He is nine years old. And he is on an urgent, secret search through the five boroughs of New York. His mission is to find the lock that fits a mysterious key belonging to his father, who died in the World Trade Center on 9/11." An inspired innocent, Oskar is alternately endearing, exasperating, and hilarious as he careens from Central Park to Coney Island to Harlem on his search. Along the way he is always dreaming up inventions to keep those he loves safe from harm. What about a birdseed shirt to let you fly away? What if you could actually hear everyone's heartbeat? His goal is hopeful, but the past speaks a loud warning in stories of those who've lost loved ones before. As Oskar roams New York, he encounters a motley assortment of humanity who are all survivors in their own way. He befriends a 103-year-old war reporter, a tour guide who never leaves the Empire State Building, and lovers enraptured or scorned. Ultimately, Oskar ends his journey where it began, at his father's grave. But now he is accompanied by the silent stranger who has been renting the spare room of his grandmother's apartment. They are there to dig up his father's empty coffin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3666609174586788362?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3666609174586788362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/extremely-loud-and-incredibly-close.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3666609174586788362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3666609174586788362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/extremely-loud-and-incredibly-close.html' title='Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6DM7tCK2WI/AAAAAAAAA2U/hHGQLzAY9R0/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-7260884135936184647</id><published>2010-03-17T17:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:13:50.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Margaret Atwood'/><title type='text'>The Blind Assasin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6Cc4iwR-eI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Sp4iotpZcJ8/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449528044334217698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6Cc4iwR-eI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Sp4iotpZcJ8/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by MARGARET ATWOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6CbAsNdgII/AAAAAAAAA18/pK8FTgPUuec/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blind Assassin is a tale of two sisters, one of whom dies under ambiguous circumstances in the opening pages. The survivor, Iris Chase Griffen, initially seems a little cold-blooded about this death in the family. But as Margaret Atwood's most ambitious work unfolds - a tricky process, in fact, with several nested narratives and even an entire novel-within-a-novel - we're reminded of just how complicated the familial game of hide-and-seek can be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What had she been thinking of as the car sailed off the bridge, then hung suspended in the afternoon sunlight, glinting like a dragonfly, for that one instant of held breath before the plummet? Of Alex, of Richard, of bad faith, of our father and his wreckage; of God, perhaps, and her fatal, triangular bargain.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, Atwood immediately launches into an excerpt from Laura Chase's novel, The Blind Assassin, posthumously published in 1947. In this double-decker concoction, a wealthy woman dabbles in blue-collar passion, even as her lover regales her with a series of science-fictional parables. Complicated? You bet. But the author puts all this variegation to good use, taking expert measure of our capacity for self-delusion and complicity, not to mention desolation. Almost everybody in her sprawling narrative manages to - or prefers to - overlook what's in plain sight. And memory isn't much of a salve either, as Iris points out: "Nothing is more difficult than to understand the dead, I've found; but nothing is more dangerous than to ignore them." Yet Atwood never succumbs to postmodern cynicism, or modish contempt for her characters. On the contrary, she's capable of great tenderness, and as we immerse ourselves in Iris's spliced-in memoir, it's clear that this buttoned-up socialite has been anything but blind to the chaos surrounding her. -Darya Silver &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-7260884135936184647?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7260884135936184647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/blind-assasin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/7260884135936184647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/7260884135936184647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/blind-assasin.html' title='The Blind Assasin'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6Cc4iwR-eI/AAAAAAAAA2M/Sp4iotpZcJ8/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-4336116216738584945</id><published>2010-03-17T16:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:52:19.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Irving'/><title type='text'>The Cider House Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I truly enjoyed the movie and that led me to pick up the book. It certainly didn't disappoint. My first from John Irving."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6CY6a2BBmI/AAAAAAAAA10/0mloAKDz4kQ/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449523678524016226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6CY6a2BBmI/AAAAAAAAA10/0mloAKDz4kQ/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JOHN IRVING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First published in 1985, The Cider House Rules is John Irving's sixth novel. Set in rural Maine in the first half of this century, it tells the story of Dr. Wilbur Larch--saint and obstetrician, founder and director of the orphanage in the town of St. Cloud's, ether addict and abortionist. It is also the story of Dr. Larch's favorite orphan, Homer Wells, who is never adopted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-4336116216738584945?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4336116216738584945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/cider-house-rules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4336116216738584945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4336116216738584945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/cider-house-rules.html' title='The Cider House Rules'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6CY6a2BBmI/AAAAAAAAA10/0mloAKDz4kQ/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-5154595299881661525</id><published>2010-03-17T16:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:52:19.811+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Theroux'/><title type='text'>Saint Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6CX5iaM_6I/AAAAAAAAA1s/ss-FgOyvJV0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449522563863347106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6CX5iaM_6I/AAAAAAAAA1s/ss-FgOyvJV0/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by PAUL THEROUX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At one time, expatriate Jack Flowers was the youngest drinker at Singapore's Bandung Club. Now, at 53, he is a fixture. But he is beginning to fear death, alone and vulnerable in the alien tropics. And Jack still dreams of success. How can he convert his "perfect dream of magic" into reality, away from the seamy waterfront that has become his home? A funny and sophisticated novel from an acclaimed and popular writer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-5154595299881661525?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5154595299881661525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/saint-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5154595299881661525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5154595299881661525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/saint-jack.html' title='Saint Jack'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S6CX5iaM_6I/AAAAAAAAA1s/ss-FgOyvJV0/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6826358191509262627</id><published>2010-03-12T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:24:31.033+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zachary Mexico'/><title type='text'>China Underground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5oHvMnPpFI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pzEzG6zneMQ/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447675206679110738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 349px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5oHvMnPpFI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pzEzG6zneMQ/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by ZACHARY MEXICO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;China is often in the news, but our knowledge of this massive country is cursory at best. Carefully controlled by the Chinese government, little escapes the scrutiny of those who monitor the media. With such a large land mass, a mix of cultures, and one of the world's oldest civilizations, it's surprisingly difficult to frame an accurate picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In China Underground, Mexico takes us on a kaleidoscopic journey into the lives of its denizens to reveal the "new" China. It's a riveting ride, with cameos by a drug hustler, a group of club kids, a new prostitute, and some seriously stressed-out teenagers cramming for their college entrance exams. Mexico visits the artists and musicians who comprise the creative class, and the scores obsessed with the newest role-playing game. Through his lens, we see a people disillusioned and full of despair - a people who'veembraced the Western values we cherish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like Suketu Mehta's portrait of Mumbai in Maximum City, Mexico's peek behind the Great Wall is surprisingly revelatory. Did you know that the Chinese shun credit cards as well as voice mail? Or that the population of many of its cities makes Manhattan seem like a quiet country meadow? Read this gripping, sometimes comic, always illuminating book and find out what it's like to live in China today: the good, the bad, and the ugly. (Summer 2009 Selection)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6826358191509262627?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6826358191509262627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/china-underground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6826358191509262627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6826358191509262627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/china-underground.html' title='China Underground'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5oHvMnPpFI/AAAAAAAAAzE/pzEzG6zneMQ/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6857077986378552312</id><published>2010-03-12T15:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:46:14.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sapphire'/><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5nw1XYW8bI/AAAAAAAAAy8/SlHy8FtA01A/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447650023881241010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5nw1XYW8bI/AAAAAAAAAy8/SlHy8FtA01A/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by SAPPHIRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Relentless, remorseless, and inspirational, this 'horrific, hope-filled story' (Newsday) is certain to haunt a generation of readers. Precious Jones, 16-years old and pregnant by her father with her second child, meets a determined and highly radical teacher who takes her on a journey of transformation and redemption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6857077986378552312?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6857077986378552312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/precious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6857077986378552312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6857077986378552312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5nw1XYW8bI/AAAAAAAAAy8/SlHy8FtA01A/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-5067817745816601915</id><published>2010-03-12T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:20:59.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Sebold'/><title type='text'>The Lovely Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5kX-HqgVnI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5W4ZdjlXfYI/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447411580257982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5kX-HqgVnI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5W4ZdjlXfYI/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by ALICE SEBOLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we first meet 14-year-old Susie Salmon, she is already in heaven. This was before milk carton photos and public service announcements, she tells us; back in 1973, when Susie mysteriously disappeared, people still believed these things didn't happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the sweet, untroubled voice of a precocious teenage girl, Susie relates the awful events of her death and her own adjustment to the strange new place she finds herself. It looks a lot like her school playground, with the good kind of swing sets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love, longing, and a growing understanding, Susie watches her family as they cope with their grief, her father embarks on a search for the killer, her sister undertakes a feat of amazing daring, her little brother builds a fort in her honor and begin the difficult process of healing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the hands of a brilliant novelist, the author narrates the THE LOVELY BONES through the eyes of her winning young heroine. This story of seemingly unbearable tragedy is transformed into a suspenseful and touching story about family, memory, love, heaven, and living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-5067817745816601915?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5067817745816601915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/lovely-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5067817745816601915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5067817745816601915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/lovely-bones.html' title='The Lovely Bones'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5kX-HqgVnI/AAAAAAAAAy0/5W4ZdjlXfYI/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-7227801959851242539</id><published>2010-03-12T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:10:58.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodi Picoult'/><title type='text'>The Pact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5kV2or1GZI/AAAAAAAAAys/snPJ-uKptwQ/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447409252659698066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5kV2or1GZI/AAAAAAAAAys/snPJ-uKptwQ/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JODI PICOULT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When a so-called "suicide pact" between their teenage children goes awry - leaving only one child dead - the parents, who have been friends for 18 years, find themselves caught up in an anguished courtroom drama.&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/441118560638499035-7227801959851242539?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7227801959851242539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/pact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/7227801959851242539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/7227801959851242539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/pact.html' title='The Pact'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5kV2or1GZI/AAAAAAAAAys/snPJ-uKptwQ/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6547465891393496223</id><published>2010-03-11T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:06:46.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodi Picoult'/><title type='text'>My Sister's Keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A beautifully touching story on family ties. Love how the author spins the tale from the perspective of different family members and others."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5jS-mCBL4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/wva-10TDowk/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447335722107350914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5jS-mCBL4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/wva-10TDowk/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by JODI PICOULT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New York Times bestselling author Jodi Picoult is widely acclaimed for her keen insights into the hearts and minds of real people. Now she tells the emotionally riveting story of a family torn apart by conflicting needs and a passionate love that triumphs over human weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is not sick, but she might as well be. By age thirteen, she has undergone countless surgeries, transfusions, and shots so that her older sister, Kate, can somehow fight the leukemia that has plagued her since childhood. The product of preimplantation genetic diagnosis, Anna was conceived as a bone marrow match for Kate - a life and a role that she has never challenged...until now. Like most teenagers, Anna is beginning to question who she truly is. But unlike most teenagers, she has always been defined in terms of her sister - and so Anna makes a decision that for most would be unthinkable, a decision that will tear her family apart and have perhaps fatal consequences for the sister she loves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister's Keeper examines what it means to be a good parent, a good sister, a good person. Is it morally correct to do whatever it takes to save a child's life, even if that means infringing upon the rights of another? Is it worth trying to discover who you really are, if that quest makes you like yourself less? Should you follow your own heart, or let others lead you? Once again, in My Sister's Keeper, Jodi Picoult tackles a controversial real-life subject with grace, wisdom, and sensitivity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6547465891393496223?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6547465891393496223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-sisters-keeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6547465891393496223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6547465891393496223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My Sister&apos;s Keeper'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/S5jS-mCBL4I/AAAAAAAAAyk/wva-10TDowk/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3760562595478138089</id><published>2009-06-20T16:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:04:58.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Theroux'/><title type='text'>My Other Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyX1pyaTkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GOvz0qn51Wk/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349317405415460418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyX1pyaTkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GOvz0qn51Wk/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by PAUL THEROUX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prolific and popular writer Paul Theroux turns himself on his ear in My Other Life, the "story of a life I could have lived had things been different," as told by another Paul Theroux. The book, arranged in sections that resemble stories more than chapters, traces a life that at times looks quite a bit like Theroux's real one; at other times not at all. He treads the familiar ground of his Peace Corps days in Africa that some readers will recall from My Secret History. The story then careens through Singapore, London, marriage, writing, family, and divorce. And it is not only Theroux who is a walking contradiction in this work; other characters explore the notion of two lives, giving the sections a unifying subject and a resounding theme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3760562595478138089?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3760562595478138089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-other-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3760562595478138089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3760562595478138089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-other-life.html' title='My Other Life'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyX1pyaTkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/GOvz0qn51Wk/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-1110565806788978322</id><published>2009-06-20T15:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:59:25.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul Theroux'/><title type='text'>Hotel Honolulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyWiVtx8aI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jn1Nl_TStN0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349315974098186658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyWiVtx8aI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jn1Nl_TStN0/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by PAUL THEROUX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Newly married and having recently taken over the management of a hotel in Honolulu, a former writer is drawn into the chaotic lives of his guests and into the distinctive customs and rhythms of the distant island. As witness to the many contrasting, and often ribald, chronicles of the hotel's characters, he ultimately finds personal salvation through returning to writing once again. The result is this novel in eighty distinct episodes, a Chaucerian sequence of strange pilgrims and just-as-strange islanders confronting each other, and their fate, in the rooms of the seedy hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-1110565806788978322?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1110565806788978322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotel-honolulu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/1110565806788978322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/1110565806788978322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/hotel-honolulu.html' title='Hotel Honolulu'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyWiVtx8aI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Jn1Nl_TStN0/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6413192471223023610</id><published>2009-06-20T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:18:03.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyMKwnA6MI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Bq79ClbM5Aw/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349304573884426434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyMKwnA6MI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Bq79ClbM5Aw/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by JK ROWLING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry approaches, 15-year-old Harry Potter is in full-blown adolescence, complete with regular outbursts of rage, a nearly debilitating crush, and the blooming of a powerful sense of rebellion. It's been yet another infuriating and boring summer with the despicable Dursleys, this time with minimal contact from our hero's non-Muggle friends from school. Harry is feeling especially edgy at the lack of news from the magic world, wondering when the freshly revived evil Lord Voldemort will strike. Returning to Hogwarts will be a relief... or will it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth book in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series follows the darkest year yet for our young wizard, who finds himself knocked down a peg or three after the events of last year. Somehow, over the summer, gossip (usually traced back to the magic world's newspaper, the Daily Prophet) has turned Harry's tragic and heroic encounter with Voldemort at the Triwizard Tournament into an excuse to ridicule and discount the teen. Even Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of the school, has come under scrutiny by the Ministry of Magic, which refuses to officially acknowledge the terrifying truth that Voldemort is back. Enter a particularly loathsome new character: the toadlike and simpering ("hem, hem") Dolores Umbridge, senior undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, who takes over the vacant position of Defense Against Dark Arts teacher--and in no time manages to become the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, as well. Life isn't getting any easier for Harry Potter. With an overwhelming course load as the fifth years prepare for their Ordinary Wizarding Levels examinations (O.W.Ls), devastating changes in the Gryffindor Quidditch team lineup, vivid dreams about long hallways and closed doors, and increasing pain in his lightning-shaped scar, Harry's resilience is sorely tested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, more than any of the four previous novels in the series, is a coming-of-age story. Harry faces the thorny transition into adulthood, when adult heroes are revealed to be fallible, and matters that seemed black-and-white suddenly come out in shades of gray. Gone is the wide-eyed innocent, the whiz kid of Sorcerer's Stone. Here we have an adolescent who's sometimes sullen, often confused (especially about girls), and always self-questioning. Confronting death again, as well as a startling prophecy, Harry ends his year at Hogwarts exhausted and pensive. Readers, on the other hand, will be energized as they enter yet again the long waiting period for the next title in the marvelous, magical series. (Ages 9 and older) - &lt;em&gt;Emilie Coulter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6413192471223023610?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6413192471223023610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6413192471223023610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6413192471223023610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-order-of-phoenix.html' title='Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyMKwnA6MI/AAAAAAAAAtE/Bq79ClbM5Aw/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3905907626150369372</id><published>2009-06-20T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:02:16.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyJGqQSpDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sHAgfF8cDn0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349301204924146738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyJGqQSpDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sHAgfF8cDn0/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JK ROWLING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, J.K. Rowling offers up equal parts danger and delight--and any number of dragons, house-elves, and death-defying challenges. Now 14, her orphan hero has only two more weeks with his Muggle relatives before returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yet one night a vision harrowing enough to make his lightning-bolt-shaped scar burn has Harry on edge and contacting his godfather-in-hiding, Sirius Black. Happily, the prospect of attending the season's premier sporting event, the Quidditch World Cup, is enough to make Harry momentarily forget that Lord Voldemort and his sinister familiars--the Death Eaters--are out for murder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, we will cast a giant invisibility cloak over any more plot and reveal only that You-Know-Who is very much after Harry and that this year there will be no Quidditch matches between Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Instead, Hogwarts will vie with two other magicians' schools, the stylish Beauxbatons and the icy Durmstrang, in a Triwizard Tournament. Those chosen to compete will undergo three supreme tests. Could Harry be one of the lucky contenders?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Quidditch buffs need not go into mourning: we get our share of this great game at the World Cup. Attempting to go incognito as Muggles, 100,000 witches and wizards converge on a "nice deserted moor." As ever, Rowling magicks up the details that make her world so vivid, and so comic. Several spectators' tents, for instance, are entirely unquotidian. One is a minipalace, complete with live peacocks; another has three floors and multiple turrets. And the sports paraphernalia on offer includes rosettes "squealing the names of the players" as well as "tiny models of Firebolts that really flew, and collectible figures of famous players, which strolled across the palm of your hand, preening themselves." Needless to say, the two teams are decidedly different, down to their mascots. Bulgaria is supported by the beautiful veela, who instantly enchant everyone--including Ireland's supporters--over to their side. Until, that is, thousands of tiny cheerleaders engage in some pyrotechnics of their own: "The leprechauns had risen into the air again, and this time, they formed a giant hand, which was making a very rude sign indeed at the veela across the field."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long before her fourth installment appeared, Rowling warned that it would be darker, and it's true that every exhilaration is equaled by a moment that has us fearing for Harry's life, the book's emotions running as deep as its dangers. Along the way, though, she conjures up such new characters as Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, a Dark Wizard catcher who may or may not be getting paranoid in his old age, and Rita Skeeter, who beetles around Hogwarts in search of stories. (This Daily Prophet scoop artist has a Quick-Quotes Quill that turns even the most innocent assertion into tabloid innuendo.) And at her bedazzling close, Rowling leaves several plot strands open, awaiting book 5. This fan is ready to wager that the author herself is part veela--her pen her wand, her commitment to her world complete. (Ages 9 and older) - &lt;em&gt;Kerry Fried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3905907626150369372?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3905907626150369372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-goblet-of-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3905907626150369372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3905907626150369372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-goblet-of-fire.html' title='Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyJGqQSpDI/AAAAAAAAAs8/sHAgfF8cDn0/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-392325576531914750</id><published>2009-06-20T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:54:25.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyHFxyimXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MtiZ--dUY-w/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349298990743722354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyHFxyimXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MtiZ--dUY-w/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by JK ROWLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For most children, summer vacation is something to look forward to. But not for our 13-year-old hero, who's forced to spend his summers with an aunt, uncle, and cousin who detest him. The third book in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series catapults into action when the young wizard "accidentally" causes the Dursleys' dreadful visitor Aunt Marge to inflate like a monstrous balloon and drift up to the ceiling. Fearing punishment from Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon (and from officials at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry who strictly forbid students to cast spells in the nonmagic world of Muggles), Harry lunges out into the darkness with his heavy trunk and his owl Hedwig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, Harry isn't punished at all for his errant wizardry. Instead he is mysteriously rescued from his Muggle neighborhood and whisked off in a triple-decker, violently purple bus to spend the remaining weeks of summer in a friendly inn called the Leaky Cauldron. What Harry has to face as he begins his third year at Hogwarts explains why the officials let him off easily. It seems that Sirius Black--an escaped convict from the prison of Azkaban--is on the loose. Not only that, but he's after Harry Potter. But why? And why do the Dementors, the guards hired to protect him, chill Harry's very heart when others are unaffected? Once again, Rowling has created a mystery that will have children and adults cheering, not to mention standing in line for her next book. Fortunately, there are four more in the works. (Ages 9 and older) - &lt;em&gt;Karin Snelson&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-392325576531914750?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/392325576531914750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-prisoner-of-azkaban.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/392325576531914750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/392325576531914750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-prisoner-of-azkaban.html' title='Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyHFxyimXI/AAAAAAAAAs0/MtiZ--dUY-w/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3789534196862448240</id><published>2009-06-20T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:43:05.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyEje0__QI/AAAAAAAAAss/XhjPG3ZV6xE/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349296202514955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyEje0__QI/AAAAAAAAAss/XhjPG3ZV6xE/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JK ROWLING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's hard to fall in love with an earnest, appealing young hero like Harry Potter and then to watch helplessly as he steps into terrible danger! And in J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, the much anticipated sequel to the award-winning Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, he is in terrible danger indeed. As if it's not bad enough that after a long summer with the horrid Dursleys he is thwarted in his attempts to hop the train to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to begin his second year. But when his only transportation option is a magical flying car, it is just his luck to crash into a valuable (but clearly vexed) Whomping Willow. Still, all this seems like a day in the park compared to what happens that fall within the haunted halls of Hogwarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling, malevolent voices whisper from the walls only to Harry, and it seems certain that his classmate Draco Malfoy is out to get him. Soon it's not just Harry who is worried about survival, as dreadful things begin to happen at Hogwarts. The mysteriously gleaming, foot-high words on the wall proclaim, "The Chamber of Secrets Has Been Opened. Enemies of the Heir, Beware." But what exactly does it mean? Harry, Hermione, and Ron do everything that is wizardly possible--including risking their own lives--to solve this 50-year-old, seemingly deadly mystery. This deliciously suspenseful novel is every bit as gripping, imaginative, and creepy as the first; familiar student concerns--fierce rivalry, blush-inducing crushes, pedantic professors--seamlessly intertwine with the bizarre, horrific, fantastical, or just plain funny. Once again, Rowling writes with a combination of wit, whimsy, and a touch of the macabre that will leave readers young and old desperate for the next installment. (Ages 9 and older) - &lt;em&gt;Karin Snelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3789534196862448240?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3789534196862448240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-chamber-of-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3789534196862448240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3789534196862448240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-chamber-of-secrets.html' title='Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjyEje0__QI/AAAAAAAAAss/XhjPG3ZV6xE/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-5255783150073651989</id><published>2009-06-20T10:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:00:12.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjxOoKXidwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uJTM_b9SDRM/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349236909294122754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjxOoKXidwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uJTM_b9SDRM/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by JK ROWLING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Say you've spent the first 10 years of your life sleeping under the stairs of a family who loathes you. Then, in an absurd, magical twist of fate you find yourself surrounded by wizards, a caged snowy owl, a phoenix-feather wand and jellybeans that come in every flavour, including strawberry, curry, grass and sardine. Not only that, but you discover that you are a wizard yourself! This is exactly what happens to young Harry Potter in J K Rowling's enchanting, funny debut novel, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. In the non-magical human world--the world of "Muggles"--Harry is a nobody, treated like dirt by the aunt and uncle who begrudgingly inherited him when his parents were killed by the evil Voldemort. But in the world of wizards, small, skinny Harry is renowned as a survivor of the wizard who tried to kill him. He is left only with a lightning-bolt scar on his forehead, curiously refined sensibilities and a host of mysterious powers to remind him that he's quite, yes, altogether different from his aunt, uncle, and spoilt, pig-like cousin Dudley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mysterious letter, delivered by the friendly giant Hagrid, wrenches Harry from his dreary, Muggle-ridden existence: "We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". Of course, Uncle Vernon yells most unpleasantly, "I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS!" Soon enough, however, Harry finds himself at Hogwarts with his owl Hedwig ... and that's where the real adventure--humorous, haunting, and suspenseful--begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This magical, gripping, brilliant book--a future classic to be sure--will leave children clamouring for a sequel. (Ages 8-13) - &lt;em&gt;Karin Snelson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-5255783150073651989?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5255783150073651989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-philosophers-stone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5255783150073651989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5255783150073651989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/harry-potter-and-philosophers-stone.html' title='Harry Potter and the Philosopher&apos;s Stone'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjxOoKXidwI/AAAAAAAAAsk/uJTM_b9SDRM/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6422918871203644391</id><published>2009-06-19T23:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:45:06.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jostein Gaarder'/><title type='text'>Sophie's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjuyG96Xs-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/t6CVBYo_uVs/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349064815200941026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjuyG96Xs-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/t6CVBYo_uVs/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by JOSTEIN GAARDER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanting to understand the most fundamental questions of the universe isn't the province of ivory-tower intellectuals alone, as this book's enormous popularity has demonstrated. A young girl, Sophie, becomes embroiled in a discussion of philosophy with a faceless correspondent. At the same time, she must unravel a mystery involving another young girl, Hilde, by using everything she's learning. The truth is far more complicated than she could ever have imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6422918871203644391?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6422918871203644391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/sophies-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6422918871203644391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6422918871203644391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/sophies-world.html' title='Sophie&apos;s World'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjuyG96Xs-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/t6CVBYo_uVs/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6785684889396391147</id><published>2009-06-19T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:34:00.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Grogan'/><title type='text'>Marley &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjuvRMjEf5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/b4QixfjeDSU/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349061692393553810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjuvRMjEf5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/b4QixfjeDSU/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by JOSH GROGAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The heartwarming and unforgettable story of a family in the making and the wondrously neurotic dog who taught them what really matters in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and Jenny were just beginning their life together. They were young and in love, with a perfect little house and not a care in the world. Then they brought home Marley, a wiggly yellow furball of a puppy. Life would never be the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley quickly grew into a barreling, ninety-seven-pound streamroller of a Labrador retriever, a dog like no other. He crashed through screen doors, gouged through drywall, flung drool on guests, stole women's undergarments, and ate nearly everything he could get his mouth around, including couches and fine jewelry. Obedience school did no good—Marley was expelled. Neither did the tranquilizers the veterinarian prescribed for him with the admonishment, "Don't hesitate to use these."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet Marley's heart was pure. Just as he joyfully refused any limits on his behavior, his love and loyalty were boundless, too. Marley shared the couple's joy at their first pregnancy, and their heartbreak over the miscarriage. He was there when babies finally arrived and when the screams of a seventeen-year-old stabbing victim pierced the night. Marley shut down a public beach and managed to land a role in a feature-length movie, always winning hearts as he made a mess of things. Through it all, he remained steadfast, a model of devotion, even when his family was at its wit's end. Unconditional love, they would learn, comes in many forms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible for humans to discover the key to happiness through a bigger-than-life, bad-boy dog? Just ask the Grogans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6785684889396391147?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6785684889396391147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/marley-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6785684889396391147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6785684889396391147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/marley-me.html' title='Marley &amp; Me'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjuvRMjEf5I/AAAAAAAAAsU/b4QixfjeDSU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3524803479347578083</id><published>2009-06-19T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:27:06.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Sedaris'/><title type='text'>When You Are Engulfed in Flames</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjut5C6TIGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/hOS49kcuORs/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349060177978138722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjut5C6TIGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/hOS49kcuORs/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by DAVID SEDARIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;David Sedaris's remarkable ability to uncover the hilarious absurdity teeming just below the surface of everyday life is elevated to wilder and more entertaining heights than ever in this new book of stories. Sedaris proceeds from bizarre conundrums of daily life? the etiquette of having a lozenge fall from your mouth into the lap of a fellow passenger or how to soundproof your windows with LP covers against neurotic songbirds? to the most deeply resonant human truths. Taking in the parasitic worm that once lived in his mother-in-law's leg, an encounter with a dingo and the purchase of a human skeleton, and culminating in a brilliant account of his attempt to quit smoking? in Tokyo? David Sedaris's sixth story collection is a fresh masterpiece of comic writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3524803479347578083?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3524803479347578083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-are-engulfed-in-flames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3524803479347578083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3524803479347578083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-you-are-engulfed-in-flames.html' title='When You Are Engulfed in Flames'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjut5C6TIGI/AAAAAAAAAsM/hOS49kcuORs/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-9024169181939136115</id><published>2009-06-19T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:36:05.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kim Edwards'/><title type='text'>The Memory Keeper's Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Bittersweet. More bitter than sweet. I initially thought I would like it but the story is just too depressing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjuq5UjJ6AI/AAAAAAAAAsE/emBvKd1UvDs/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349056884178020354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjuq5UjJ6AI/AAAAAAAAAsE/emBvKd1UvDs/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by KIM EDWARDS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kim Edwards's stunning family drama evokes the spirit of Sue Miller and Alice Sebold, articulating every mother's silent fear: what would happen if you lost your child and she grew up without you? In 1964, when a blizzard forces Dr. David Henry to deliver his own twins, he immediately recognizes that one of them has Down Syndrome and makes a split-second decision that will haunt all their lives forever. He asks his nurse to take the baby away to an institution and to keep her birth a secret. Instead, she disappears into another city to raise the child as her own. Compulsively readable and deeply moving, The Memory Keeper's Daughter is an astonishing tale of redemptive love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-9024169181939136115?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/9024169181939136115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/memory-keepers-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/9024169181939136115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/9024169181939136115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/memory-keepers-daughter.html' title='The Memory Keeper&apos;s Daughter'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjuq5UjJ6AI/AAAAAAAAAsE/emBvKd1UvDs/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3515895604456377552</id><published>2009-06-19T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:46:27.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marina Lewycka'/><title type='text'>Two Caravans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Marina Lewycka's A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian was such a delightful read that I decided that I must have her next book as well (but have not find the time to read it yet)."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs-xWS_lsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/UqP3l6D1Ybs/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348937999952352962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs-xWS_lsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/UqP3l6D1Ybs/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by MARINA LEWYCKA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the author of the international bestseller A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian comes a tender and hilarious novel about a crew of migrant workers from three continents who are forced to flee their English strawberry field for a journey across all of England in pursuit of their various dreams of a better future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somewhere in the heart of the green and pleasant land called England is a valley filled with strawberries. A group of migrant workers, who hail from Eastern Europe, China, and Africa have come here to harvest them for delivery to British supermarkets, and end up living in two small trailer homes, a men's trailer and a woman's trailer. They are all seeking a better life (and in their different ways they are also, of course, looking for love) and they've come to England, some legally, some illegally, to find it. They are supervised-some would say exploited-by Farmer Leaping, a red-faced Englishman who treats everyone equally except for the Polish woman named Yola, the boss of the crew, who favors him with her charms in exchange for something a little extra on the side. But the two are discreet, and all is harmonious in this cozy vale-until the evening when Farmer Leaping's wife comes upon him and Yola and does what any woman would do in this situation: She runs him down in her red sports car. By the time the police arrive the migrant workers have piled into one of the trailer homes and hightailed it out of their little arcadia, thus setting off one of the most enchanting, merry, and moving picaresque journeys across the length and breadth of England since Chaucer's pilgrims set off to Canterbury. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Along the way, the workers' fantasies about England keep rudely bumping into the ignominious, brutal, and sometimes dangerous realities of life on the margins for ŽmigrŽs in the new globalized labor market. Some of them meet terrible ends, some give up and go back home, but for those who manage to hang in for the full course of this madcap ride, the rewards-like the strawberries-prove awfully sweet-especially for the young Ukrainians from opposite sides of the tracks, Andriy and Irina, whose initial mutual irritation blossoms into love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3515895604456377552?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3515895604456377552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-caravans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3515895604456377552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3515895604456377552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-caravans.html' title='Two Caravans'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs-xWS_lsI/AAAAAAAAAr8/UqP3l6D1Ybs/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-5567616395255407528</id><published>2009-06-19T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:28:14.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marina Lewycka'/><title type='text'>A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A light and wonderful read"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs9VJ1Qg9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/sIScaq8kQ9o/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348936416058442706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs9VJ1Qg9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/sIScaq8kQ9o/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by MARINA LEWYCKA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With this wise, tender, and deeply funny novel, Marina Lewycka takes her place alongside Zadie Smith and Monica Ali as a writer who can capture the unchanging verities of family. When an elderly and newly widowed Ukrainian immigrant announces his intention to remarry, his daughters must set aside their longtime feud to thwart him. For their father's intended is a voluptuous old-country gold digger with a proclivity for green satin underwear and an appetite for the good life of the West. As the hostilities mount and family secrets spill out, A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian combines sex, bitchiness, wit, and genuine warmth in its celebration of the pleasure of growing old disgracefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-5567616395255407528?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5567616395255407528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-history-of-tractors-in-ukrainian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5567616395255407528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5567616395255407528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-history-of-tractors-in-ukrainian.html' title='A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs9VJ1Qg9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/sIScaq8kQ9o/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6408881604896695613</id><published>2009-06-19T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:20:34.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chuck Palahniuk'/><title type='text'>Choke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs7qBxGZQI/AAAAAAAAArs/1ChYBVQsrx8/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348934575647515906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs7qBxGZQI/AAAAAAAAArs/1ChYBVQsrx8/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by CHUCK PALAHNIUK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Victor Mancini is a ruthless con artist. Victor Mancini is a med-school dropout who's taken a job playing an Irish indentured servant in a colonial-era theme park in order to help care for his Alzheimer's-afflicted mother. Victor Mancini is a sex addict. Victor Mancini is a direct descendant of Jesus Christ. All of these statements about the protagonist of Choke are more or less true. Welcome, once again, to the world of Chuck Palahniuk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Art never comes from happiness." So says Mancini's mother only a few pages into the novel. Given her own dicey and melodramatic style of parenting, you would think that her son's life would be chock-full of nothing but art. Alas, that's not the case. In the fine tradition of Oedipus, Stephen Dedalus, and Anthony Soprano, Victor hasn't quite reconciled his issues with his mother. Instead, he's trawling sexual-addiction recovery meetings for dates and purposely choking in restaurants for a few moments of attention. Longing for a hug, in other words, he's settling for the Heimlich. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thematically, this is pretty familiar Palahniuk territory. It would be a pity to disclose the surprises of the plot, but suffice it to say that what we have here is a little bit of Tom Robbins's Another Roadside Attraction, a little bit of Don DeLillo's The Day Room, and, well, a little bit of Fight Club. Just as with Fight Club and the other two novels under Palahniuk's belt, we get a smattering of gloriously unflinching sound bites, including this skeptical bit on prayer chains: "A spiritual pyramid scheme. As if you can gang up on God. Bully him around." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whether this is the novel that will break Palahniuk into the mainstream is hard to say. For a fourth book, in fact, the ratio of iffy, "dude"-intensive dialogue to interesting and insightful passages is a little higher than we might wish. In the end, though, the author's nerve and daring pull the whole thing off - just barely. And what's next for Victor Mancini's creator? Leave the last word to him, declaring as he does in the final pages: "Maybe it's our job to invent something better.... What it's going to be, I don't know." - &lt;em&gt;Bob Michaels&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6408881604896695613?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6408881604896695613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/choke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6408881604896695613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6408881604896695613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/choke.html' title='Choke'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs7qBxGZQI/AAAAAAAAArs/1ChYBVQsrx8/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-1329720938725258534</id><published>2009-06-19T14:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:06:40.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candace Bushnell'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Boring and without substance, with the occasional interesting insights - no wonder I've been avoiding chic lits! Thank you but I'll just stick to the hbo original."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs00Jb7LEI/AAAAAAAAArk/JRRitAvOa68/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348927052923481154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs00Jb7LEI/AAAAAAAAArk/JRRitAvOa68/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by CANDACE BUSHNELL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The "Sex and the City" columnist for the New York Observer documents the social scene of modern-day Manhattan. The reader gets an introduction to "Modelizers," the men who only have eyes for models, as well as a more common species, the "Toxic Bachelor." Reading like a society novel gone downtown and askew, Sex and the City is a comically sordid look at status and ambition and the many characters consumed by the sexual politics of the '90s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-1329720938725258534?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1329720938725258534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/sex-and-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/1329720938725258534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/1329720938725258534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjs00Jb7LEI/AAAAAAAAArk/JRRitAvOa68/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8258002587941400125</id><published>2009-06-19T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:44:58.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susanna Clarke'/><title type='text'>The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjszhONBqMI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ur9UIL9ZHWg/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348925628274026690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjszhONBqMI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ur9UIL9ZHWg/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by SUSANNA CLARKE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From the author of the award-winning, internationally bestselling Jonathan Strange &amp;amp; Mr. Norrell, an enchanting collection of stories. Set in versions of England that bear an uncanny resemblance to the world of Strange and Norrell, these stories are brimming with all the ingredients of good fairy tales: petulant princesses, vengeful owls, ladies who pass their time in embroidering terrible fates, endless paths in deep, dark woods, and houses that never appear the same way twice. Their heroines and heroes include the Duke of Wellington, a conceited Regency clergyman, an eighteenth-century Jewish doctor, Mary, Queen of Scots, Jonathan Strange, and the Raven King himself. The Ladies of Grace Adieu is the perfect introduction to a world where charm is always tempered by eerieness, and picaresque comedy is always darkened by the disturbing shadow of Faerie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8258002587941400125?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8258002587941400125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/ladies-of-grace-adieu-and-other-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8258002587941400125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8258002587941400125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/ladies-of-grace-adieu-and-other-stories.html' title='The Ladies of Grace Adieu and Other Stories'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjszhONBqMI/AAAAAAAAArc/Ur9UIL9ZHWg/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6056395302195730458</id><published>2009-06-19T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:32:43.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susanna Clarke'/><title type='text'>Jonathan Strange &amp; Mr Norrell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjsweH-UdWI/AAAAAAAAArM/dRqnKnc3sE0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348922276527240546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjsweH-UdWI/AAAAAAAAArM/dRqnKnc3sE0/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by SUSANNA CLARKE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 1808 and that Corsican upstart Napoleon is battering the English army and navy. Enter Mr. Norrell, a fusty but ambitious scholar from the Yorkshire countryside and the first practical magician in hundreds of years. What better way to demonstrate his revival of British magic than to change the course of the Napoleonic wars? Susanna Clarke's ingenious first novel, Jonathan Strange &amp;amp; Mr. Norrell, has the cleverness and lightness of touch of the Harry Potter series, but is less a fairy tale of good versus evil than a fantastic comedy of manners, complete with elaborate false footnotes, occasional period spellings, and a dense, lively mythology teeming beneath the narrative. Mr. Norrell moves to London to establish his influence in government circles, devising such powerful illusions as an 11-day blockade of French ports by English ships fabricated from rainwater. But however skillful his magic, his vanity provides an Achilles heel, and the differing ambitions of his more glamorous apprentice, Jonathan Strange, threaten to topple all that Mr. Norrell has achieved. A sparkling debut from Susanna Clarke--and it's not all fairy dust. -Regina Marler &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6056395302195730458?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6056395302195730458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/jonathan-strange-mr-norrell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6056395302195730458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6056395302195730458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/jonathan-strange-mr-norrell.html' title='Jonathan Strange &amp; Mr Norrell'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjsweH-UdWI/AAAAAAAAArM/dRqnKnc3sE0/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3524141316432065340</id><published>2009-06-19T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:58:19.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Hornby'/><title type='text'>High Fidelity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjsougKfIbI/AAAAAAAAArE/_nmJkeoris0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348913761805607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjsougKfIbI/AAAAAAAAArE/_nmJkeoris0/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by NICK HORNBY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it possible to share your life with someone whose record collection is incompatible with your own? Can people have terrible taste and still be worth knowing? Do songs about broken hearts and misery and loneliness mess up your life if consumed in excess? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For Rob Fleming, thirty-five years old, a pop addict and owner of a failing record shop, these are the sort of questions that need an answer, and soon. His girlfriend has just left him. Can he really go on living in a poky flat surrounded by vinyl and CDs or should he get a real home, a real family and a real job? Perhaps most difficult of all, will he ever be able to stop thinking about life in terms of the All Time Top Five bands, books, films, songs - even now that he's been dumped again, the top five break-ups?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3524141316432065340?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3524141316432065340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-fidelity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3524141316432065340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3524141316432065340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/high-fidelity.html' title='High Fidelity'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjsougKfIbI/AAAAAAAAArE/_nmJkeoris0/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3471796927288629733</id><published>2009-06-19T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:50:53.651+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Hornby'/><title type='text'>The Complete Polysyllabic Spree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjsm2FzMnII/AAAAAAAAAq8/6i0U2GYKJPo/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348911693144300674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjsm2FzMnII/AAAAAAAAAq8/6i0U2GYKJPo/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by NICK HORNBY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Books are, let's face it, better than everything else," writes Nick Hornby in his "Stuff I've Been Reading" column in The Believer. "If we played cultural Fantasy Boxing League, and made books go 15 rounds in the ring against the best that any other art form had to offer, then books would win pretty much every time. Go on, try it. The Magic Flute v. Middlemarch? Middlemarch in six. The Last Supper v. Crime and Punishment? Fyodor on point And every now and again you'd get a shock, because that happens in sport, so Back to the Future III might land a lucky punch on Rabbit, Run; but I'm still backing literature 29 times out of 30." This book collects Hornby's popular columns in a single, artfully illustrated volume with selected passages from the novels, biographies, collections of poetry, and comics under discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3471796927288629733?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3471796927288629733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/complete-polysyllabic-spree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3471796927288629733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3471796927288629733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/complete-polysyllabic-spree.html' title='The Complete Polysyllabic Spree'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjsm2FzMnII/AAAAAAAAAq8/6i0U2GYKJPo/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6077485970527187060</id><published>2009-06-19T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:17:45.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Hornby'/><title type='text'>How to be Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A witty read."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjslb2BuuLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jkTiSytHyqc/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348910142722062514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjslb2BuuLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jkTiSytHyqc/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by NICK HORNBY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Nick Hornby's How To Be Good, Katie Carr is certainly trying to be. That's why she became a GP. That's why she cares about Third World debt and homelessness, and struggles to raise her children with a conscience. It's also why she puts up with her husband David, self-styled "Angriest Man in Holloway". But one fateful day, she finds herself in a Leeds car-park, having just slept with another man. What she doesn't yet realise is that her Fall from Grace is just the first step on a spiritual journey more torturous than the M25 at rush-hour. Because, prompted by his wife's actions, David is about to stop being Angry. He's about to become Good--not Guardian-reading, organic-food-eating good, but Good in the fashion of the Gospels. And that's no easier in modern-day Holloway than it was in ancient Israel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Hornby fires his central theme at us from the title page: how can we be good, and what does that mean? But, quite apart from demanding that his readers scrub their souls with the nearest available Brillo pad, he also mesmerises us with that cocktail of wit and compassion which has become his trademark. The result is a multi-faceted jewel of a book: a hilarious romp, a painstaking dissection of middle-class mores, and a powerfully sympathetic portrait of a marriage in its death throes. It's hard to know whether to laugh or cry as we watch David forcing his kids to give away their computers, drawing up schemes for the mass redistribution of wealth and inviting his wife's most desolate patients round for a Sunday roast. But that's because How To Be Good manages to be both brutally truthful and full of hope. It won't outsell the Bible, but it's a lot funnier. -&lt;em&gt;Matthew Baylis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6077485970527187060?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6077485970527187060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-be-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6077485970527187060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6077485970527187060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-be-good.html' title='How to be Good'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjslb2BuuLI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jkTiSytHyqc/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8016696709380639414</id><published>2009-06-18T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:38:19.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Roach'/><title type='text'>Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"An extremely fascinating take on dead bodies. Two thumbs up!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpYc2rpzKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VKEPgOUVpC8/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348684760194075810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpYc2rpzKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VKEPgOUVpC8/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by MARY ROACH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An oddly compelling, often hilarious exploration of the strange lives of our bodies postmortem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For two thousand years, cadavers - some willingly, some unwittingly - have been involved in science's boldest strides and weirdest undertakings. They've tested France's first guillotines, ridden the NASA Space Shuttle, been crucified in a Parisian laboratory to test the authenticity of the Shroud of Turin, and helped solve the mystery of TWA Flight 800. For every new surgical procedure, from heart transplants to gender reassignment surgery, cadavers have been there alongside surgeons, making history in their quiet way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this fascinating, ennobling account, Mary Roach visits the good deeds of cadavers over the centuries - from the anatomy labs and human-sourced pharmacies of medieval and nineteenth-century Europe to a human decay research facility in Tennessee, to a plastic surgery practice lab, to a Scandinavian funeral directors' conference on human composting. In her droll, inimitable voice, Roach tells the engrossing story of our bodies when we are no longer with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8016696709380639414?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8016696709380639414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/stiff-curious-lives-of-human-cadavers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8016696709380639414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8016696709380639414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/stiff-curious-lives-of-human-cadavers.html' title='Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpYc2rpzKI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VKEPgOUVpC8/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8149670061994319781</id><published>2009-06-18T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:04:13.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Roach'/><title type='text'>Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpWvm8siEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/nUaJFJtjPTg/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348682883364849730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpWvm8siEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/nUaJFJtjPTg/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by MARY ROACH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If author Mary Roach was a college professor, she'd have a zero drop-out rate. That's because when Roach tackles a subject - like the posthumous human body in her previous bestseller, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers, or the soul in the winning Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife - she charges forth with such zeal, humor, and ingenuity that her students (er, readers) feel like they're witnessing the most interesting thing on Earth. Who the heck would skip that? As Roach informs us in her introduction, "This is a book for people who would like very much to believe in a soul and in an afterlife for it to hang around in, but who have trouble accepting these things on faith. It's a giggly, random, utterly earthbound assault on our most ponderous unanswered question." Talk about truth in advertising. With that, Roach grabs us by the wrist and hauls butt to India, England, and various points in between in search of human spiritual ephemera, consulting an earnest bunch of scientists, mystics, psychics, and kooks along the way. It's a heck of a journey and Roach, with one eyebrow mischievously cocked, is a fantastically entertaining tour guide, at once respectful and hilarious, dubious yet probing. And brother, does she bring the facts. Indeed, Spook's myriad footnotes are nearly as riveting as the principal text. To wit: "In reality, an X-ray of the head could not show the brain, because the skull blocks the rays. What appeared to be an X-ray of the folds and convolutions of a human brain inside a skull - an image circulated widely in 1896 - was in fact an X-ray of artfully arranged cat intestines." Or this: "Medical treatises were eminently more readable in Sanctorius's day. Medicina statica delved fearlessly into subjects of unprecedented medical eccentricity: 'Cucumbers, how prejudicial,' and the tantalizing 'Leaping, its consequences.' There's even a full-page, near-infomercial-quality plug for something called the Flesh-Brush." While rigid students of theology might take exception to Roach's conclusions (namely, we're just a bag of bones killing time before donning a soil blanket) it's hard to imagine anyone not enjoying this impressively researched and immensely readable book. And since, as Roach suggests, each of us has only one go-round, we might as well waste downtime with something thoroughly fun. -&lt;em&gt;Kim Hughes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8149670061994319781?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8149670061994319781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/spook-science-tackles-afterlife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8149670061994319781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8149670061994319781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/spook-science-tackles-afterlife.html' title='Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpWvm8siEI/AAAAAAAAAqc/nUaJFJtjPTg/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-1310660338278229659</id><published>2009-06-18T22:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:38:32.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Junot Diaz'/><title type='text'>The Brief  Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpRA7LU6QI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Rz4S3SVJQMY/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348676583782934786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpRA7LU6QI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Rz4S3SVJQMY/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JUNOT DIAZ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things have never been easy for Oscar, a sweet but disastrously overweight, lovesick Dominican ghetto nerd. From his home in New Jersey, where he lives with his old-world mother and rebellious sister, Oscar dreams of becoming the Dominican J. R. R. Tolkien and, most of all, of finding love. But he may never get what he wants, thanks to the Fuku - the curse that has haunted Oscar's family for generations, dooming them to prison, torture, tragic accidents, and, above all, ill-starred love. Oscar, still waiting for his first kiss, is just its most recent victim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Author Junot Diaz immerses us in the tumultuous life of Oscar and the history of the family at large, rendering with genuine warmth and dazzling energy, humor, and insight the Dominican-American experience, and, ultimately, the endless human capacity to persevere in the face of heartbreak and loss. A true literary triumph, The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao confirms Diaz as one of the best and most exciting voices of our time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-1310660338278229659?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/1310660338278229659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/brief-wondrous-life-of-oscar-wao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/1310660338278229659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/1310660338278229659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/brief-wondrous-life-of-oscar-wao.html' title='The Brief  Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjpRA7LU6QI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Rz4S3SVJQMY/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6966126497283350526</id><published>2009-06-18T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:42:32.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeffrey Eugenides'/><title type='text'>The Virgin Suicides</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjonwGLvG8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/jGsALYoU1tQ/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348631214702926786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjonwGLvG8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/jGsALYoU1tQ/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JEFFREY EUGENIDES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eugenides's tantalizing, macabre first novel begins with a suicide, the first of the five bizarre deaths of the teenage daughters in the Lisbon family; the rest of the work, set in the author's native Michigan in the early 1970s, is a backward-looking quest as the male narrator and his nosy, horny pals describe how they strove to understand the odd clan of this first chapter, which appeared in the Paris Review , where it won the 1991 Aga Khan Prize for fiction. The sensationalism of the subject matter (based loosely on a factual account) may be off-putting to some readers, but Eugenides's voice is so fresh and compelling, his powers of observation so startling and acute, that most will be mesmerized. The title derives from a song by the fictional rock band Cruel Crux, a favorite of the Lisbon daughter Lux--who, unlike her sisters Therese, Mary, Bonnie and Cecilia, is anything but a virgin by the tale's end. Her mother forces Lux to burn the album along with others she considers dangerously provocative. Mr. Lisbon, a mild-mannered high school math teacher, is driven to resign by parents who believe his control of their children may be as deficient as his control of his own brood. Eugenides risks sounding sophomoric in his attempt to convey the immaturity of high-school boys; while initially somewhat discomfiting, the narrator's voice (representing the collective memories of the group) acquires the ring of authenticity. The author is equally convincing when he describes the older locals' reactions to the suicide attempts. Under the narrator's goofy, posturing banter are some hard truths: mortality is a fact of life; teenage girls are more attracted to brawn than to brains (contrary to the testimony of the narrator's male relatives). This is an auspicious debut from an imaginative and talented writer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6966126497283350526?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6966126497283350526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/virgin-suicides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6966126497283350526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6966126497283350526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/virgin-suicides.html' title='The Virgin Suicides'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjonwGLvG8I/AAAAAAAAAqM/jGsALYoU1tQ/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-2754301779879013138</id><published>2009-06-18T19:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:33:11.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeffrey Eugenides'/><title type='text'>Middlesex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjolNjh0quI/AAAAAAAAAqE/9DIfTatJ2WI/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348628422261517026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjolNjh0quI/AAAAAAAAAqE/9DIfTatJ2WI/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JEFFREY EUGENIDES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974." And so begins Middlesex, the mesmerizing saga of a near-mythic Greek American family and the "roller-coaster ride of a single gene through time." The odd but utterly believable story of Cal Stephanides, and how this 41-year-old hermaphrodite was raised as Calliope, is at the tender heart of this long-awaited second novel from Jeffrey Eugenides, whose elegant and haunting 1993 debut, The Virgin Suicides, remains one of the finest first novels of recent memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugenides weaves together a kaleidoscopic narrative spanning 80 years of a stained family history, from a fateful incestuous union in a small town in early 1920s Asia Minor to Prohibition-era Detroit; from the early days of Ford Motors to the heated 1967 race riots; from the tony suburbs of Grosse Pointe and a confusing, aching adolescent love story to modern-day Berlin. Eugenides's command of the narrative is astonishing. He balances Cal/Callie's shifting voices convincingly, spinning this strange and often unsettling story with intelligence, insight, and generous amounts of humor:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions, in my experience aren't covered by single words. I don't believe in "sadness," "joy," or "regret." … I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic traincar constructions like, say, "the happiness that attends disaster." Or: "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." ... I'd like to have a word for "the sadness inspired by failing restaurants" as well as for "the excitement of getting a room with a minibar." I've never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I've entered my story, I need them more than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get to the end of this splendorous book, when you suddenly realize that after hundreds of pages you have only a few more left to turn over, you'll experience a quick pang of regret knowing that your time with Cal is coming to a close, and you may even resist finishing it--putting it aside for an hour or two, or maybe overnight - just so that this wondrous, magical novel might never end. - &lt;em&gt;Brad Thomas Parsons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-2754301779879013138?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2754301779879013138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/middlesex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2754301779879013138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2754301779879013138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/middlesex.html' title='Middlesex'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjolNjh0quI/AAAAAAAAAqE/9DIfTatJ2WI/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-3056188412479870627</id><published>2009-06-18T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T18:00:47.028+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Gilbert'/><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjoPcd5fqnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YTcaH2JJ-Wo/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348604489192417906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjoPcd5fqnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YTcaH2JJ-Wo/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by ELIZABETH GILBERT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The New Yorker book review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the age of thirty-one, Gilbert moved with her husband to the suburbs of New York and began trying to get pregnant, only to realize that she wanted neither a child nor a husband. Three years later, after a protracted divorce, she embarked on a yearlong trip of recovery, with three main stops: Rome, for pleasure (mostly gustatory, with a special emphasis on gelato); an ashram outside of Mumbai, for spiritual searching; and Bali, for “balancing.” These destinations are all on the beaten track, but Gilbert’s exuberance and her self-deprecating humor enliven the proceedings: recalling the first time she attempted to speak directly to God, she says, “It was all I could do to stop myself from saying, ‘I’ve always been a big fan of your work.’ ”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-3056188412479870627?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/3056188412479870627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/eat-pray-lve-one-womans-search-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3056188412479870627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/3056188412479870627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/eat-pray-lve-one-womans-search-for.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman&apos;s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjoPcd5fqnI/AAAAAAAAAp8/YTcaH2JJ-Wo/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-2750953478684916330</id><published>2009-06-18T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T16:19:06.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Haddon'/><title type='text'>The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Honest and innocent."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjoE623-HfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SVlpjXzZYWU/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348592916665081330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjoE623-HfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SVlpjXzZYWU/s400/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by MARK HADDON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mark Haddon's bitterly funny debut novel, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, is a murder mystery of sorts -one told by an autistic version of Adrian Mole. Fifteen-year-old Christopher John Francis Boone is mathematically gifted and socially hopeless, raised in a working-class home by parents who can barely cope with their child's quirks. He takes everything that he sees (or is told) at face value, and is unable to sort out the strange behaviour of his elders and peers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night, Christopher comes across his neighbor's poodle, Wellington, impaled on a garden fork. Wellington's owner finds him cradling her dead dog in his arms, and has him arrested. After spending a night in jail, Christopher resolves - against the objection of his father and neighbors -to discover just who has murdered Wellington. He is encouraged by Siobhan, a social worker at his school, to write a book about his investigations, and the result - quirkily illustrated, with each chapter given its own prime number - is The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-2750953478684916330?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2750953478684916330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/curious-incident-of-dog-in-night-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2750953478684916330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2750953478684916330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/curious-incident-of-dog-in-night-time.html' title='The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjoE623-HfI/AAAAAAAAAp0/SVlpjXzZYWU/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-9130922040372206869</id><published>2009-06-18T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:25:23.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jodi Picoult'/><title type='text'>Keeping Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnsokNv5bI/AAAAAAAAAps/V5uTY8R0rRA/s1600-h/book+jodi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348566214139438514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnsokNv5bI/AAAAAAAAAps/V5uTY8R0rRA/s400/book+jodi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by JODI PICOULT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of America's most powerful and thought provoking novelists, New York Times bestselling author Jodi Picoult brilliantly examines belief, miracles, and the complex core of family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the marriage of Mariah White and her cheating husband, Colin, turns ugly and disintegrates, their seven-year-old daughter, Faith, is there to witness it all. In the aftermath of a rapid divorce, Mariah falls into a deep depression - and suddenly Faith, a child with no religious background whatsoever, hears divine voices, starts reciting biblical passages, and develops stigmata. And when the miraculous healings begin, mother and daughter are thrust into the volatile center of controversy and into the heat of a custody battle - trapped in a mad media circus that threatens what little stability the family has left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-9130922040372206869?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/9130922040372206869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/9130922040372206869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/9130922040372206869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-faith.html' title='Keeping Faith'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnsokNv5bI/AAAAAAAAAps/V5uTY8R0rRA/s72-c/book+jodi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-2840314091851126939</id><published>2009-06-18T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:25:07.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><title type='text'>Eleven Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnoNPmXa3I/AAAAAAAAApk/gQGUd0ELmM4/s1600-h/book+pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348561346702568306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnoNPmXa3I/AAAAAAAAApk/gQGUd0ELmM4/s400/book+pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by PAULO COELHO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paulo Coelho's astonishingly beautiful writing in Eleven Minutes virtually guarantees it the cult status that The Alchemist already enjoys. But what is the Paulo Coelho phenomenon? How can an author who (only a short time ago) was virtually unknown to most readers have taken the world of books by storm--and without the benefit of glitzy advertising? The answer is simple: quality. Such books as The Fifth Mountain andThe Devil and Miss Prym are enough to explain a considerable following for the author, with their atmospheric prose and involving characters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven Minutes tells the story of young Maria living an innocent life in a Brazilian village and is played out in a measured fashion, but with all the author's brilliant scene-setting (very lush here) fully in place. But then Maria experiences love and suffers great pain. From this point, Coelho has us inexorably in his grip. Maria's disillusionment with love leads her to Geneva where she finally ends up selling her body (Coelho may offer us the beauty of life, but never at the expense of its harshness). Maria's approach to sex is complex--this is no mere revulsion arising from what she is now doing with her life. And then she meets a seductive young painter, who may or may not offer her a new path in life. But does she prefer to continue on the dark sexual odyssey she has embarked on, at the expense of real love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are echoes of DH Lawrence in Coelho's exploration of the sacred and spiritual aspects of sex and it's a brave author who tackles a subject that can so easily slip into strained seriousness. That never happens here, and Maria's journey is one that the reader willingly undertakes; the lesson she learns are lessons for the reader. -&lt;em&gt;Barry Forshaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-2840314091851126939?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2840314091851126939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/eleven-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2840314091851126939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2840314091851126939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/eleven-minutes.html' title='Eleven Minutes'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnoNPmXa3I/AAAAAAAAApk/gQGUd0ELmM4/s72-c/book+pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-602357827924850545</id><published>2009-06-18T15:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:34:51.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippa Gregory'/><title type='text'>The Other Boleyn Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666600;"&gt;"A page-turner. One that is highly recommended. Read it, instead of watching it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnnEQQOjpI/AAAAAAAAApc/WrwOdp-IDfI/s1600-h/book+boleyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348560092747697810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnnEQQOjpI/AAAAAAAAApc/WrwOdp-IDfI/s400/book+boleyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by PHILIPPA GREGORY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Boleyn catches the eye of Henry VIII when she is a girl of just fourteen. But her joy is cut short when she discovers that she is a pawn in her family's plots. When the capricious king's interest wanes, Mary is ordered to pass on her knowledge of how to please him to her friend and rival: her sister, Anne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anne soon becomes irresistible to Henry, and Mary must resign herself to being the other Boleyn girl. But beyond the court is a man who dares to challenge the power of her family to offer Mary a life of freedom and passion. If only she has the courage to break away - before the Boleyn enemies turn on the Boleyn girls... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-602357827924850545?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/602357827924850545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-boleyn-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/602357827924850545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/602357827924850545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/other-boleyn-girl.html' title='The Other Boleyn Girl'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnnEQQOjpI/AAAAAAAAApc/WrwOdp-IDfI/s72-c/book+boleyn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-4002914618093241906</id><published>2009-06-18T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:01:21.944+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><title type='text'>The Graveyard Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnmGdpUJsI/AAAAAAAAApU/SKFbkILit64/s1600-h/book+graveyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348559031190693570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnmGdpUJsI/AAAAAAAAApU/SKFbkILit64/s400/book+graveyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by NEIL GAIMAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bod is an unusual boy who inhabits an unusual place -he's the only living resident of a graveyard. Raised from infancy by the ghosts, werewolves, and other cemetery denizens, Bod has learned the antiquated customs of his guardians' time as well as their timely ghostly teachings - like the ability to Fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a boy raised by ghosts face the wonders and terrors of the worlds of both the living and the dead? And then there are things like ghouls that aren't really one thing or the other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chilling tale is Neil Gaiman's first full-length novel for middle - grade readers since the internationally bestselling and universally acclaimed Coraline. Like Coraline, this book is sure to enchant and surprise young readers as well as Neil Gaiman's legion of adult fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-4002914618093241906?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4002914618093241906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/graveyard-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4002914618093241906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4002914618093241906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/graveyard-book.html' title='The Graveyard Book'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnmGdpUJsI/AAAAAAAAApU/SKFbkILit64/s72-c/book+graveyard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8460639536493133398</id><published>2009-06-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:51:14.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><title type='text'>Anansi Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjni91fgAXI/AAAAAAAAApM/14j6VP2cXVQ/s1600-h/book+anansi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348555584438272370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjni91fgAXI/AAAAAAAAApM/14j6VP2cXVQ/s400/book+anansi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by NEIL GAIMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of fiction's most audaciously original talents, Neil Gaiman now gives us a mythology for a modern age - complete with dark prophecy, family dysfunction, mystical deceptions, and killer birds. Not to mention a lime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Fat Charlie's dad named something, it stuck. Like calling Fat Charlie "Fat Charlie." Even now, twenty years later, Charlie Nancy can't shake that name, one of the many embarrassing "gifts" his father bestowed - before he dropped dead on a karaoke stage and ruined Fat Charlie's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nancy left Fat Charlie things. Things like the tall, good-looking stranger who appears on Charlie's doorstep, who appears to be the brother he never knew. A brother as different from Charlie as night is from day, a brother who's going to show Charlie how to lighten up and have a little fun... just like Dear Old Dad. And all of a sudden, life starts getting very interesting for Fat Charlie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, you see, Charlie's dad wasn't just any dad. He was Anansi, a trickster god, the spider-god. Anansi is the spirit of rebellion, able to overturn the social order, create wealth out of thin air, and baffle the devil. Some said he could cheat even Death himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to the territory he so brilliantly explored in his masterful New York Times bestseller, American Gods, the incomparable Neil Gaiman offers up a work of dazzling ingenuity, a kaleidoscopic journey deep into myth that is at once startling, terrifying, exhilarating, and fiercely funny - a true wonder of a novel that confirms Stephen King's glowing assessment of the author as "a treasure-house of story, and we are lucky to have him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8460639536493133398?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8460639536493133398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/anansi-boys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8460639536493133398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8460639536493133398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/anansi-boys.html' title='Anansi Boys'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjni91fgAXI/AAAAAAAAApM/14j6VP2cXVQ/s72-c/book+anansi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-5949852570131878366</id><published>2009-06-18T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:38:42.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><title type='text'>Stardust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjngphAoz8I/AAAAAAAAApE/pZBYrTnsxN4/s1600-h/book++neilg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348553036319477698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjngphAoz8I/AAAAAAAAApE/pZBYrTnsxN4/s400/book++neilg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by NEIL GAIMAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stardust is an utterly charming fairy tale in the tradition of The Princess Bride and The Neverending Story. Neil Gaiman, creator of the darkly elegant Sandman comics and author of The Day I Swapped My Dad for Two Goldfish, tells the story of young Tristran Thorn and his adventures in the land of Faerie. One fateful night, Tristran promises his beloved that he will retrieve a fallen star for her from beyond the Wall that stands between their rural English town (called, appropriately, Wall) and the Faerie realm. No one ever ventures beyond the Wall except to attend an enchanted flea market that is held every nine years (and during which, unbeknownst to him, Tristran was conceived). But Tristran bravely sets out to fetch the fallen star and thus win the hand of his love. His adventures in the magical land will keep you turning pages as fast as you can--he and the star escape evil old witches, deadly clutching trees, goblin press-gangs, and the scheming sons of the dead Lord of Stormhold. The story is by turns thrillingly scary and very funny. You'll love goofy, earnest Tristran and the talking animals, gnomes, magic trees, and other irresistible denizens of Faerie that he encounters in his travels. Stardust is a perfect read-aloud book, a brand-new fairy tale you'll want to share with a kid, or maybe hoard for yourself. (If you read it to kids, watch out for a couple of spicy sex bits and one epithet.) --&lt;em&gt;Therese Littleton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-5949852570131878366?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/5949852570131878366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/stardust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5949852570131878366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/5949852570131878366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/stardust.html' title='Stardust'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjngphAoz8I/AAAAAAAAApE/pZBYrTnsxN4/s72-c/book++neilg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-7808847916089535137</id><published>2009-06-18T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:01:57.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><title type='text'>American Gods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnWFY5WnNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ydCoZLMHQvg/s1600-h/book+neilg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348541420549872850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnWFY5WnNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ydCoZLMHQvg/s400/book+neilg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; by NEIL GAIMAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Within just a few pages of Neil Gaiman's novel American Gods, he commandingly reveals that he is at his considerable best with this disturbing and dark journey into the hidden soul of America. Gaiman, one of the most talented and imaginative writers at work today, achieved nigh-legendary status with his comic Sandman, which took the genre to heights that even the equally talented Alan Moore had not attained; Gaiman's subsequent career as a novelist has displayed the same glittering inventiveness and exquisite use of language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaiman's protagonist Shadow has patiently done his time in prison. But as the moment of his release approaches, he begins to sense that some unnamed disaster is lying in wait for him. As he makes his way home, he encounters the mysterious Mr Wednesday, who appears to be both a refugee from a distant country at war and the King of America. And perhaps even a god. As Shadow and Mr Wednesday begin a bizarre odyssey across the United States, solving murders is only one of their accomplishments. With an epic storm of supernatural origin brewing, one questions whether they will be destroyed before Shadow pays the price for grim mistakes in his past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of language here is impeccable, and it is wedded to a surreal narrative that brings out the most quirky and unsettling aspects of Gaiman's imagination. Forget Gaiman the Guru: just enjoy Gaiman the consummate writer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened his mouth to catch the rain as it fell, moistening his cracked lips and his dry tongue, wetting the ropes that bound him to the trunk of the tree. There was a flash of lightning so bright it fell like a blow to his eyes, transforming the world into an intense panorama of image and after-image. The wind tugged at Shadow, trying to pull him from the tree, flaying him, cutting to the bone. Shadow knew in his soul that the real storm had truly begun...--&lt;em&gt;Barry Forshaw &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-7808847916089535137?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/7808847916089535137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/american-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/7808847916089535137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/7808847916089535137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/american-gods.html' title='American Gods'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnWFY5WnNI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ydCoZLMHQvg/s72-c/book+neilg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-8630082848592627305</id><published>2009-06-18T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:29:10.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gregory Maguire'/><title type='text'>Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnPnl4XjDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/K7bNnE_-TpY/s1600-h/book+step.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348534311569558578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnPnl4XjDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/K7bNnE_-TpY/s400/book+step.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by GREGORY MAGUIRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gregory Maguire's chilling, wonderful retelling of Cinderella is a study in contrasts. Love and hate, beauty and ugliness, cruelty and charity--each idea is stripped of its ethical trappings, smashed up against its opposite number, and laid bare for our examination. Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister begins in 17th-century Holland, where the two Fisher sisters and their mother have fled to escape a hostile England. Maguire's characters are at once more human and more fanciful than their fairy-tale originals. Plain but smart Iris and her sister, Ruth, a hulking simpleton, are dazed and terrified as their mother, Margarethe, urges them into the strange Dutch streets. Within days, purposeful Margarethe has secured the family a place in the home of an aspiring painter, where for a short time, they find happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is Cinderella, after all, and tragedy is inevitable. When a wealthy tulip speculator commissions the painter to capture his blindingly lovely daughter, Clara, on canvas, Margarethe jumps at the chance to better their lot. "Give me room to cast my eel spear, and let follow what may," she crows, and the Fisher family abandons the artist for the upper-crust Van den Meers.&lt;br /&gt;When Van den Meer's wife dies during childbirth, the stage is set for Margarethe to take over the household and for Clara to adopt the role of "Cinderling" in order to survive. What follows is a changeling adventure, and of course a ball, a handsome prince, a lost slipper, and what might even be a fairy godmother. In a single magic night, the exquisite and the ugly swirl around in a heated mix:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about this moment hovers, trembles, all their sweet, unreasonable hopes on view before anything has had the chance to go wrong. A stepsister spins on black and white tiles, in glass slippers and a gold gown, and two stepsisters watch with unrelieved admiration. The light pours in, strengthening in its golden hue as the sun sinks and the evening approaches. Clara is as otherworldly as the Donkeywoman, the Girl-Boy. Extreme beauty is an affliction... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But beyond these familiar elements, Maguire's second novel becomes something else altogether--a morality play, a psychological study, a feminist manifesto, or perhaps a plain explanation of what it is to be human. Villains turn out to be heroes, and heroes disappoint. The story's narrator wryly observes, "In the lives of children, pumpkins can turn into coaches, mice and rats into human beings. When we grow up, we learn that it's far more common for human beings to turn into rats." --&lt;em&gt;Therese Littleton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-8630082848592627305?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/8630082848592627305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-of-ugly-stepsister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8630082848592627305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/8630082848592627305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/confessions-of-ugly-stepsister.html' title='Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjnPnl4XjDI/AAAAAAAAAo0/K7bNnE_-TpY/s72-c/book+step.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-4814966839109544286</id><published>2009-06-18T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:50:59.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gregory Maguire'/><title type='text'>Son of a Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjmj_ymnrAI/AAAAAAAAAos/OQZItZl49PU/s1600-h/book+SOAW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348486348790017026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjmj_ymnrAI/AAAAAAAAAos/OQZItZl49PU/s400/book+SOAW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; by GREGORY MAGUIRE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In this captivating New York Times bestseller, beloved author Gregory Maguire returns to the land of Oz and introduces us to Liir, an adolescent boy last seen hiding in the shadows of the castle after Dorothy did in the Witch. Bruised, comatose, and left for dead in a gully, Liir is shattered in spirit as well as in form. At the Cloister of Saint Glinda the silent novice Candle tends to him, willing him back to life with her unusual musical gifts. What dark force left Liir in this condition? Is he really Elphaba's son? He has her broom and her cape;but what of her powers? Can he find his half-sister, Nor, last seen in the forbidding prison Southstairs? Can he fulfill the last wishes of a dying princess? In an Oz that, since the Wizard's departure, is under new and dangerous management, can Liir keep his head down long enough to grow up? For the countless fans who have been dazzled and entranced by Maguire's Oz, Son of a Witch is the rich reward they have awaited so long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-4814966839109544286?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4814966839109544286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/son-of-witch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4814966839109544286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4814966839109544286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/06/son-of-witch.html' title='Son of a Witch'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/Sjmj_ymnrAI/AAAAAAAAAos/OQZItZl49PU/s72-c/book+SOAW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-6965682302486190752</id><published>2009-02-27T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:43:10.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CS Lewis'/><title type='text'>The Screwtape Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmNhJL3DbI/AAAAAAAAAoc/R7wnxMJL2bY/s1600-h/book+TSL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348461633020038578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmNhJL3DbI/AAAAAAAAAoc/R7wnxMJL2bY/s400/book+TSL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by CS LEWIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A timeless classic on "Hell's latest novelties and Heaven's unanswerable answer".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A masterpiece of satire, this classic has entertained and enlightened readers the world over with its sly and ironic portrayal of human life and foibles from the vantage point of Screwtape, a highly placed assistant to "Our Father Below". At once wildly comic, deadly serious, and strikingly original, CS Lewis gives us the correspondence of the worldly-wise old devil to his nephew Wormwood, a novice demon in charge of securing the damnation of an ornidary young man. The Screwtape Letters is the most engaging account of temptation - and triumph over it - ever written. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-6965682302486190752?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/6965682302486190752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/screwtape-letters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6965682302486190752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/6965682302486190752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/screwtape-letters.html' title='The Screwtape Letters'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmNhJL3DbI/AAAAAAAAAoc/R7wnxMJL2bY/s72-c/book+TSL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-622598583978524069</id><published>2009-02-06T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:43:43.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gregory Maguire'/><title type='text'>Wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmNKby7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zUp_AfgBI7U/s1600-h/book+W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348461242878748338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmNKby7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zUp_AfgBI7U/s400/book+W.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by GREGORY MAGUIRE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dorothy triumphed over the Wicked Witch of the West in L. Frank Baum's classic tale, we heard only her side of the story. But what about her arch-nemesis, the mysterious Witch? Where did she come from? How did she become so wicked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregory Maguire creates a fantasy world so rich and vivid that we will never look at Oz the same way again. Wicked is about a land where animals talk and strive to be treated like first-class citizens, Munchkinlanders seek the comfort of middle-class stability, and the Tin Man becomes a victim of domestic violence. And then there is the little green-skinned girl named Elphaba, who will grow up to become the infamous Wicked Witch of the West - a smart, prickly, and misunderstood creature who challenges all our preconceived notions about the nature of good and evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-622598583978524069?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/622598583978524069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/wicked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/622598583978524069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/622598583978524069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/wicked.html' title='Wicked'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmNKby7ZrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/zUp_AfgBI7U/s72-c/book+W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-2206138120922301486</id><published>2009-02-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:44:08.595+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Herman Wouk'/><title type='text'>Marjorie Morningstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmKr1RrpEI/AAAAAAAAAoM/29oOwsAp3Xc/s1600-h/book+MM1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348458518119425090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmKr1RrpEI/AAAAAAAAAoM/29oOwsAp3Xc/s400/book+MM1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by HERMAN WOUK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1930 sixteen-year-old Marjorie Morgenstern lives with her family on the edge of Central Park. She has just come out into New York society. Her mother hopes for a glittering marriage to a good man, but Marjorie has other ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending the summer working as a drama coach, she falls desperately in love twice: with Noel Airman, a musician, as reckless as he is talented; and with a dream of defying her destiny as a Jewish wife and mother and becoming a famous actress. Why should she settle for a life as another Mrs Morgenstern, if she can succeed in the heady world of show business as Marjorie Morningstar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/441118560638499035-2206138120922301486?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/2206138120922301486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/marjorie-morningstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2206138120922301486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/2206138120922301486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/marjorie-morningstar.html' title='Marjorie Morningstar'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmKr1RrpEI/AAAAAAAAAoM/29oOwsAp3Xc/s72-c/book+MM1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-441118560638499035.post-4567182546761856576</id><published>2009-02-05T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T08:49:44.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thomas Hardy'/><title type='text'>Jude the Obscure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmPERBGwII/AAAAAAAAAok/lWtDXF1Z06I/s1600-h/book+JTO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348463335929462914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmPERBGwII/AAAAAAAAAok/lWtDXF1Z06I/s400/book+JTO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by THOMAS HARDY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can love safe a life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jude is a dreamer, who longs to escape his poor background and go to university. But he is trapped into an unhappy marriage and held back by his class at a time when only the rich can fulfil their ambitions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When he meets the freethinking, unconventional Sue, however, it looks as though Jude has at last found a chance for happiness. Yet but living together without being married they are breaking all the rules of their society. Their refusal to conform means Jude seems destines to be an outsider. In a world without pity, is their devotion to each other enough?&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/441118560638499035-4567182546761856576?l=pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/feeds/4567182546761856576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/jude-obscure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4567182546761856576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/441118560638499035/posts/default/4567182546761856576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2009/02/jude-obscure.html' title='Jude the Obscure'/><author><name>pearly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04162053545033056357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/TAPNaoLICPI/AAAAAAAAA8E/_HJgUciASSw/S220/tsabo6a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FECAKtLixpk/SjmPERBGwII/AAAAAAAAAok/lWtDXF1Z06I/s72-c/book+JTO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
