Posts Tagged ‘Books’

Lost Lake by Sarah Addison Allen

Monday, June 23rd, 2014

“When your cup is empty, you do not mourn what is gone. Because if you do, you will miss the opportunity to fill it again.” ~Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake

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I can’t WAIT to read this one.

It’s finally at the top of my TBR pile. It received a starred Booklist review, and from everything I’ve heard SAA is back with a vengeance ;o)

“One would need a heart of steel, or the skin of an alligator, not to fall in love with Allen’s beguiling cast of misfits. A surefire star of feel-good fiction, Allen always manages to nimbly mask her potent messages of inspiration and romance beneath her trademark touches of mirth and magic, but this endearing tale of surprising second chances may just be her wisest work yet.” –Carol Haggas, Booklist

Stay tuned… I suspect I’ll be reading this one lightening fast!

Ban My Ass…

Monday, June 23rd, 2014

I love books, and I love reading. And Readers, I LOVE you; I do. But to quote J. K. Rowling, ” A very famous writer once said, ‘A book is like a mirror. If a fool looks in, you can’t expect a genius to look out.’”

JK Rowling

Don’t read to criticize.

Don’t troll the Net looking for someone to take down (or with intent to take down, on someone else’s behalf).

Bad reviews and uprisings to ban and heated debates over who’s worse than whom leave me cold. I’ve been guilty in the past. I have definite opinions about what I read. But why tear an author or a book down, I’ve realized, simply because you’re not a fan. Or is the urge about something else: something lacking within or a sense of ill use or, “that’s not fair,” or, “why her?”

For whatever reason you dislike an author or a series or a book, by all means discuss your opinion.

But to those to rip and tear and shriek that something isn’t for them, I say, “Move on.” Just move on. Rant on, and you’re just making yourself look silly.

Duly noted, your dislike. Thanks for the feedback. But if it’s your job, in your own mind, to tell us how you’d have written the story differently–you know, the story that someone else imagined into being well enough for you to at least want to read it in the first place–then find someone else whose purpose in life is to tear at another’s creativity (I suspect because of a lack thereof within you), dig a whole, and pour all your poop in ’til your heart’s content.

The rest of us don’t care.

Or we shouldn’t care. (more…)