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Posts / Week:6.3
Archived Since:April 27, 2010

Blog Post Archive

Corrine Duyvis, Otherbound

In the world of the Dunelands, Amara was sleeping. Striding through the Walgreens aisles, Nolan wished he could do the same—just curl up in bed, shut his eyes, see nothing but the insides of his eyelids. No: see nothing but the insides of Amara’s eyelids. Show More Summary

Lily King, Euphoria

She rolled a pencil beneath her palm on the table and then she looked up at me. 'Helen and I were lovers,' she said. 'Ah.' This explained a few things. She laughed at my 'ah' and told me they had met during Nell's first anthropology class with Boas. Show More Summary

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I know what that's like too, when the last thing you feel is the pinch in your arm and this might hurt just a little and you're off into the wherever depending on the length and breadth of your imagination. My father has a whole section of his library just for this. Show More Summary

Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North

Something was happening inside Dorrigo Evans as he watched. Here were three hundred men watching three men destroying a man whom they knew, and yet they did nothing. And they would continue to watch and they would continue to do nothing. Show More Summary

Karen Joy Fowler, We All Are Completely Beside Ourselves

Those weeks I spent with our grandparents in Indianapolis still serve as the most extreme demarcation in my life, my personal Rubicon. Before, I had a sister. After, none. Before, the more I talked the happier our parents seemed. After, they joined the rest of the world in asking me to be quiet. Show More Summary

A few revived projects to supplement current reviewing goals

This weekend is going to be a very busy one, as I plan on writing six reviews between now and Sunday night (likely three each for Saturday and Sunday), as I have a reason for wanting to have written 100 reviews in 2014 by the 25th. Most,...Show More Summary

Frances Hardinge, Cuckoo Song

Her head hurt. There was a sound grating against her mind, a music-less rasp like the rustling of paper. Somebody had taken a laugh, crumpled it into a great, crackly ball and stuffed her skull with it. Seven days, it laughed. Seven days. Show More Summary

Paula Bomer, Inside Madeleine

I don't want to jump out any window. I just want to breathe something that makes me feel like living. They pump the air in here out of machines. It stinks like Play-Doh. Open a window, please – I won't jump – I'm not a suicide patient. Show More Summary

Joshua Ferris, To Rise Again at a Decent Hour

I encouraged my patients to floss. It was hard to do some days. They should have flossed. Flossing prevents periodontal disease and can extend life up to seven years. It's also time consuming and a general pain in the ass. That's not the dentist talking. Show More Summary

Felix Gilman, The Revolutions

For the past two and a half years Arthur had been employed by The Monthly Mammoth to write on the subject of the Very Latest Scientific Advances. He wasn't any kind of scientist himself, but nobody seemed to mind. He wrote about dinosaurs,...Show More Summary

Cara Hoffman, Be Safe I Love You

She had been naked for less than ten seconds when the snow began to feel hot. Her body, pale and lean and strong, biceps and things banded with black tattoos, lay basking against the glacial ice; a snow angel overcome by shadows and lights, calm and awed in whatever seconds remained. Show More Summary

Richard Powers, Orfeo

The officers swung back toward the front door. Off the dining room, a study stood open. The room's shelves swelled with beakers, tubing, and jars with printed labels. A half-sized refrigerator stood next to a long counter, where a compound microscope sat hooked up to a computer. Show More Summary

Paul Kingsnorth, The Wake

the night was clere though i slept i seen it. though i slept i seen the calm hierde naht only the still. when i gan down to sleep all was clere in the land and my dreams was full of stillness but my dreams did not cepe me still when i woc in the mergen all was blaec though the night had gan and all wolde be blaec after and for all time. Show More Summary

The (Rabid) Squirrel of Truth: Terry Goodkind, Severed Souls

Nearly a year ago, Larry lost one of his most valuable and trusted Serbian reading squirrels, Stefan Veverica, to pulp-induced rabies after Stefan attempted to read and review Terry Goodkind's The Third Kingdom. It was a terrible blow, as Stefan was now no mere squirrel, but rabidness manifest. Show More Summary

Nadifa Mohamed, The Orchard of Lost Souls

The tanks blow their way down the street cloaked in a white pall of smoke. Kawsar props herself up on her elbows and looks through the side window. Her neighbours try to flee, hidden in a haze of cement dust, but bright sandals and dresses give them away and the soldiers drop to their knees and shoot at the ghostly figures. Show More Summary

Lorrie Moore, Bark

Ira had been divorced six months and still couldn't get his wedding ring off. His finger had swelled doughily around it – a combination of frustrated desire, unmitigated remorse, and misdirected ambition, he said to friends. "I'm going...Show More Summary

William T. Vollmann, Last Stories and Other Stories

If you have never loved with such luminous fidelity as to await a dead lady at a crossroads at midnight, then the question of why it is that Romania produces fewer vampires now than in old times must seem insoluble to you. Timidity becomes its own excuse; and perhaps you have not dared even to see your own spouse naked, much less encoffined. Show More Summary

Catherine Lacey, Nobody is Ever Missing

There might be people in this world who can read minds against their will and if that kind of person exists I am pretty sure my husband is one of them. I think this because of what happened the week I knew I'd be leaving soon, but he...Show More Summary

Some review plans for the rest of August

Although I've written over 80 reviews so far this year, I still have at least 60 more reviews to write if I'm going to meet my current goal of reviewing every book on this list and the eight Premio Alfaguara winners that I haven't already reviewed. Show More Summary

Katherine Addison, The Goblin Emperor

The door opened with savage abruptness, and Setheris stood in the opening, glaring. "Well? What chews on thy tail, boy?" "Cousin," Maia said, almost whispering, "what must I do?" "What must thou do?" Setheris snorted laughter. "Thou must be emperor, boy. Show More Summary

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