Mary is asked to help one of the "Mean Girls" she knew in high school. Mary seems a bit ditzy and unorganized. She needs to FOCUS!
Words I Had To Look Up:
Ensconced (pg. 75) -- To settle oneself securely or comfortably, or to place or conceal in a secure place. In the text, Fung is ensconced by Giulia's bosom, so I'm not sure which meaning is correct... Camarr (pg. 92) -- Can't find a translation. Friend, buddy? Cavone (pg. 93) -- Disrespectful, lower class. Locatelli (pg. 177) -- A hard, sharp, cheese. Which the text says, two pages before...
Smoke Quote:
Giulia's hair smelled of its trademark mousse-and-Marlboros, but for the first time, Mary almost liked the scent. It smelled kind of grown up. Maybe she should start smoking. -- pg. 284
Lunch-room mom saves bully girl, then goes back to save her daughter, but bully-girl goes back into burning building, gets injured, mom gets blamed. Didn't care for the last few chapters, but the ending was good.
Four high school "kids" cause a new kid to shoot himself. Two of them feel guilty for many years. Two of them do not. One of the second two is a psycho.
Bennie's evil twin plants her in a box in a field. Then Alice takes Bennie's place for a couple of days to transfer Bennie's money to the Bahamas. In Italian witch helps stop Bennie's impulse to shoot her sister, so the sister escapes. The Italian witch says Bennie's twin sister (Alice) is dead. But she is not, so she will probably show up in another book.
On page 201 she is trying to convince the police of her identity. Don't they do fingerprints in Pellesburg, PA?
On page 198 the "husky Officer Pete" is typing on an IBM Selectric typewriter. I love the Selectric, but that is probably a twenty year old machine. You know, it takes balls to type on those.
I'm here all week, folks. Try the veal.
Words I Had To Look Up:
Chang and Eng (pg. 13) -- Famous Siamese twins from the 1800s. Strega Anna Wintour (pg. 24) -- Anna Wintour is editor of Vogue, strega means "witch" in Italian.
Teen girl is raped and murdered, observes family and friend (and the murderer)from her personal heaven while they continue their lives. Made into a movie. I had two very good cries while reading, but they were not directly related to the story.
I did not choose this book on my own, but I enjoyed reading it. I learned a lot about tea, and a bit about China. One could see the end coming a mile away, but it was satisfying. I'd recommend this book to others (Always wanted to say that!).
A very think book at 500-some pages, but maybe half of them are pictures, so don't let it scare you away. A very good story of Hugo who lives in the Paris train station, taking care of the clocks on the walls from hidden passages in the walls.
After being struck by lightning and becoming deaf, a boy runs away to New York to try and track down the father he has never met and knows nothing about. A very nice story.
In WWII Lithuania, teen Lina and her family are deported to Siberia by the Russians who have invaded her country. A very moving story, easily read, and it will go on my latent list of "So Cold" books! Two maps! Read the Advanced Uncorrected Galley.
A railroad thriller/mystery! I enjoyed the story and the railroad stuff. I would read the next book in the series but unfortunately the author died. I'll have to keep a look out for her other books, though.
Quote:
There was a light switch immediately to her left when she entered the back door, and then a second switch on the other side of the room at the door leading to the hall. She could handle one switch in the ON position when the lights were on, but when the lights were off, both switches had to be down or she didn't feel certain she could trust her eyes. -- page 125
This wonderful Gothic novel was recommended by Orson Scott Card. I loved it, even though I am not familiar with Jane Eyre.
Words I Had To Look Up:
amanuesis (pg. 97) -- One employed to take dictation, or copy manuscripts.
Quote:
As one tends the graves of the dead, so I tend the books. I clean them, do minor repairs, keep them in good order. And every day I open a volume or two, read a few lines or pages, allow the voices of the forgotten dead to resonate inside my head. Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so. For it must be very lonely being dead. (pg. 17)