<?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-7555990896548716674</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:20:19.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canadian Novels</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-7601636925732007952</id><published>2010-06-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T06:05:40.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle Ground - Zoe Whittal</title><content type='html'>I received this novel from Librarything from the Early Reviewers Program. I applied for this book and other "Rapid Reads" because I thought it might be of use to my ESL readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from the back cover:&lt;br /&gt;"When everything goes wrong at once, Missy Turner begins to make some unusual choices.&lt;br /&gt;Missy Turner thinks of herself as the most ordinary woman in the world. She has a lot to be thankful for—a great kid, a loving husband, a job she enjoys and the security of living in the small town where she was born. Then one day everything gets turned upside down—she loses her job, catches her husband making out with the neighbor and is briefly taken hostage by a young man who robs the local café. With her world rapidly falling apart, Missy finds herself questioning the certainties she's lived with her whole life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like it could be interesting, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say that I did not like this book -- and that is an understatement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found that the characters were flat, the setting non-existent and the plot improbable and cliche -- reminded me of a tired spaghetti western. "Jerry used to beat the crap out of my older brother in the high school. He'd parlayed his schoolyard bullying into a job with the local force. I don't hate a lot of people, but I pretty much hate Jerry. Besides bullying my brother, he also tried to date-rape my sister at the prom. He still has a scar on the side of his face from a bottle she'd smashed into it." p.31 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, I actively abhorred Missy Turner, (what a dumb name to give a character!). After being held a gunpoint, she agrees to meet up with the guy. Then inexplicably she leaves her life behind and begins to drive across the country with this new found "love", stopping periodically at hotels for sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, although I don't expect anyone to read this book, I should mention that I am going to spoil the plot for those of you who actually do chose to fork over $10.00 for this good for nothing but kindling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since the guy is broke and proud and doesn't want to accept anymore that Missy Turner has been footing the bill for their meanderings, he decides to hold up a gas station. At this moment, the brilliant protagonist asks herself, "Who was this man I'd just spent the better part of two days with? The one I was fantasizing about marrying? Did losing everything in one fell swoop mean I'd lost my mind? Any semblance of intelligence and character?" (p.109) Well I can certainly answer that! Any woman with half a brain doesn't get into a car with a stranger who is known to her as a criminal and expect him to transform into a knight in shining armour!!! I mean DAH!!!! Then, even after he shoots her, she says to herself, "The weirdest thing is, sometimes I think about Red in prison and I feel bad. After everything he did, I still feel compassion. Like he's some one-eyed kitten who can't stop hurting himself. I know this is crazy. I'm still absorbing it all. I think I've still got a ways to go. The truth is, I never knew him at all." p. 118 In my opinion, Missy Turner is not only stupid but also pathetic...and insult to all women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I going to do with this book (I can't bring myself to call it a "novel".) I thought about setting it free with Book Crossings, but that seems cruel and unusual to any unsuspecting reader. Hmm, what to do???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-7601636925732007952?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/7601636925732007952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/06/middle-ground-zoe-whittal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/7601636925732007952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/7601636925732007952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/06/middle-ground-zoe-whittal.html' title='The Middle Ground - Zoe Whittal'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-8553372537968804014</id><published>2010-05-31T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:36:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cure for Death by Lightning - Gail Anderson-Dargatz</title><content type='html'>I really like this writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;em&gt;A Cure for Death by Lightning&lt;/em&gt;, Gail Anderson-Dargatz sets her novel in WWII when most of the young men have left to die on the battlefields in Europe. Beth, the protagonist, is a young woman living on a farm with her parents and her brother. Her life is filled with unhappiness, hard work and poverty. Her classmate has been mauled and killed by a rabid bear, her father has become mentally unstable and sexually abuses her, her mother chooses to close her eyes to the abuse and instead converses with her long dead mother. Beth seeks refuge in a nearby Native community and in the forest, home of an unknown predator.  She looks for love and escape as her brother sets off to join the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael McGowen in Quill and Quire says "It’s a testament to Anderson-Dargatz’s skill as a writer that in spite of this besieged backdrop, The Cure for Death by Lightning is a coming-of-age story that is as beautiful as it is uplifting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this writer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-8553372537968804014?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/8553372537968804014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/05/cure-for-death-by-lightning-gail.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8553372537968804014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8553372537968804014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/05/cure-for-death-by-lightning-gail.html' title='A Cure for Death by Lightning - Gail Anderson-Dargatz'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-8384291087942737683</id><published>2010-04-11T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:28:48.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water for Elephants - Sara Gruen</title><content type='html'>From the back cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orphaned and penniless at the height of the Depression, Jacob Jankowski escapes everything he knows by jumping on a passing train -- and inadvertently runs away with the circus. Thrown into the chaos of a second-rate traveling show, Jacob is adrift in a world of freaks, swindlers, and misfits.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't expect to like this novel. I actively dislike the whole idea of a circus -- caged animals and exploitation of the poor and uneducated. Further, I also tend to avoid reading historical novels especially American Historical novels which I find tend to ooze patriotic pap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, at the urging of many friends, I finally picked it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No regrets!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Gruen is truly a marvelous story teller and perceptive observer of human nature! Right from the first page, she draws the reader in, making it near impossible to put this novel down. Also she has the ability to put herself (and by extrapolation, the reader too) into the skin of her characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a love story but not in the conventional sense. This is the story of a man who sticks to his convictions and cares for the animals who have been put in his charge, including a very stubborn and misunderstood elephant called Rosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the back cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Water for Elephants is a dark and beautiful portrait of a crumbling circus. With warmth and whimsy, Gruen depicts an unforgettable world where love is a luxury few can afford.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-8384291087942737683?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/8384291087942737683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/04/water-for-elephants-sara-gruen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8384291087942737683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8384291087942737683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/04/water-for-elephants-sara-gruen.html' title='Water for Elephants - Sara Gruen'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-9047449981592199854</id><published>2010-04-11T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:15:09.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikolski - Nicolas Dickner</title><content type='html'>I think I am a pretty good reader...but I also think I need to reread this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am &lt;em&gt;sure&lt;/em&gt; that I need to reread this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in Montreal and various parts of Canada, this novel tells the story of three different protagonists whose stories are similar in that they are all on a journey of discovery.  Joyce Doucet, Noah Riel and an unnamed narrator all search for treasure in obscure places.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat reminiscent of The Waterproof Bible, there are strange references and interwoven stories that I will one day untangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to reread this book.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-9047449981592199854?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/9047449981592199854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/04/nikolski-nicolas-dickner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/9047449981592199854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/9047449981592199854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/04/nikolski-nicolas-dickner.html' title='Nikolski - Nicolas Dickner'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-3575652813772059740</id><published>2010-04-02T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T11:01:06.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waterproof Bible - Andrew Kaufman</title><content type='html'>This was a delightful and strange read, very strange, wonderous strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Random House: "A magical story of love and the isolation that defines the modern condition - Andrew Kaufman pulls off the near impossible and creates a wholly original allegorical tale that is both emotionally resonant and outlandishly fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Reynolds is a young woman with a most unusual and inconvenient problem: no matter how hard she tries, she can't stop her emotions from escaping her body and entering the world around her. Luckily she's developed a nifty way to trap and store her powerful emotions in personal objects - but how many shoeboxes can a girl fill before she feels crushed by her past? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three events force Rebecca to change her ways: the unannounced departure of her husband, Stewart; the sudden death of Lisa, her musician sister; and, while on her way to Lisa's funeral, a near-crash with what appears to be a giant frogwoman recklessly speeding in a Honda Civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Lisa's inconsolable husband skips the funeral and flies to Winnipeg where he begins a bizarre journey that strips him of everything before he can begin to see a way through his grief… all with the help of a woman who calls herself God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel explores how life's journey is full of twists and turns, encounters and accidents -- most of which remain unexplained and inexplicable. "If I hadn't met Rebecca and fallen in love with her, and then left her, I wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't be making this boat. So the boat wouldn't exist and neither would your question. Was it fate that I fell in love with Rebecca? And then that I left her? Or that I loved her, left her and then found this place and started building this boat? What's fate and what isn't? Where does it stop and where does it start? Is fate a part of the the story or the whole story?...I don't know. What about you?" p. 103. Answers to these questions and other life quandaries are thought by some to be found in the of the Bible...the word of God. Kaufman suggests that this idea needs to be reevaluated through Margaret's speech about the Aquatic Bible: "This book is full of lies....Beautiful, true, inspiring...But fiction. This book is filled with stories that can change your life, help you live, love, be loved. But these stories are not here to make us deny any part of ourselves. They are not here to bully us. The Bible teaches us that dying unwatered will curse your soul. How does that help us understand God? Or know God's love? It does not. It only keeps us in fear, leaving half of the grace God gave us unexplored and unused, something I feel God takes more as an insult than as a form of worship. Remember that the truth within yourself will always be greater than the truth found in these pages. These stories are here to guide us -- to help us find that truth, not to tell us what it is." p. 138 As for some great purpose in our lives, Kaufman states, "You idiot...there is no meaning. There's no plan. No script. It's not a movie. There's no lasting significance. No great reward. No right. No wrong. No punishment. No justice. There's no heaven or hell. Forget all that. There's no reason for any of this. It's all random. Everything's fucking random!" p. 163&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaufman further reminds us that often we view our problems as insurmountable obstacles when in reality, they are insignificant. He invents a ritual for his "Aquatics" called &lt;em&gt;litill&lt;/em&gt;. "When Aquatics are overwhelmed, they seek out the tallest object in view, lie on their backs, put their heads against it and look up. The ritual is called &lt;em&gt;litill&lt;/em&gt;, and its purpose is to remind believers that they are actually quite small and, therefore, so are their problems." p. 116&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaufman wants us to realize that although we have little control over the events in our lives, we have the power to determine our perception of it. "...the only difference between a happy ending and a sad ending is where you decide the story ends." p. 191 Further, we must decide whether to hold onto a past which is emotionally paralyzing or daringly stepping into the unknown. "Do you think it's cowardly, or courageous, to get rid of your past and start all over again?" p. 178...  "You're about to become emotionally invulnerable...it will feel safe. It will feel like a good thing. But that's the problem. Who's gonna make themselves vulnerable if they don't have to? Who's gonna willingly make themselves weaker? But if you don't start feeling real emotions soon, you will quite literally become nothing...You need to start feeling something. Something meaningful." p. 240-241.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a short little book, but one designed to make us think and laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-3575652813772059740?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/3575652813772059740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/04/waterproof-bible-andrew-kaufman.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/3575652813772059740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/3575652813772059740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/04/waterproof-bible-andrew-kaufman.html' title='The Waterproof Bible - Andrew Kaufman'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-5388461279001606462</id><published>2010-03-09T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T12:00:48.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healer - Greg Hollingshead</title><content type='html'>From the front inside jacket flap: "When Tim Wakelin, recently a widower, heads north in search of a story about a local healer named Carolyn Troyer, he enters a world that is real yet strange. Familiar landmarks disappear and extraordinary events unfold as his life becomes intertwined with hers. Even the landscape itself -- ancient rocks, myriad lakes, and cathedral forests of the Canadian Shield -- becomes a source of threat. How can he understand this strange and beautiful woman when he is no longer sure why he has really come or what is happening to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, Caroline's life has been dominated by her parents: her cunning father, Ross, who has exerted an unspoken power over her since she was a child; and Ardis, her weak yet abusive mother. Aware that her ability to heal is only part of a mysterious process of transformation that she is undergoing, Caroline must break free of the chains of her family. Perhaps Tim can provide the sanctuary she needs, if he has the strength to survive the violent forces unleashed by his arrival."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel, while entrapping the reader in its suspenseful external story, is really an internal quest. Like most people, Tim and Caroline have been shaped by tragic events in their lives: Tim by the death of his beloved wife; and, Caroline by a childhood filled with betrayal and horrific abuse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline's role as a healer deals not only with the external but the internal. When Tim is injured, she is able to alleviate some of his pain. In these moments, he also comes to a startling realization: "The Earth had already brushed him like ash from her sleeve. His last chance had already passed... And he remembered a former perception, a perception undead after all, a light from far away, the cradle perhaps removed from him thereafter, until now. And he knew it must have been the fact of having once enjoyed that light and then enjoying it no longer that made refusal of it so automatic when she had tried to tell him. And one with the light was the knowledge that there is what a man has the power to convince himself concerning the world and there is what he has the power to do there. And then there is the world, the whole scene of it as it spread before and within his eye, a site of wonder, a universe of energy where iron and flesh and will and desire are no more than what they are, which is nothing, a shadow, in the light of that. And what he would not give for a glimpse of that light now." p. 311&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is complexe novel: there is the story of a girl with mystical powers and a journalist who comes to get the story in order to meet a deadline; there is the story of the accident, a hospitalization, a land purchase and a murderous rampage through the wooded Canadian Shield; there is also a exploration of the insignificance of our presence in the world, and yet, at the same time our undeniably important impact on one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inevitably, as with most novels, the reader will take with him/her the lessons that speak to him/her the most...and will be healed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-5388461279001606462?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/5388461279001606462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/03/healer-greg-hollingshead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/5388461279001606462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/5388461279001606462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/03/healer-greg-hollingshead.html' title='The Healer - Greg Hollingshead'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-5924155236330891729</id><published>2010-02-18T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:21:42.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disappeared - Kim Echlin</title><content type='html'>As an intrepid traveller and a proud supporter or Canadian Lit, Kim Echlin's The Disappeared definitely appealed to me and it did not disappoint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of Anne Greves, a Montrealer, who at sixteen, falls in love with Serey, an older Cambodian student who has been separated from his family because of Pol Pot. Eventually, Serey decides to return to Cambodia to try to find his family and Anne suffers the pain of losing her first lover. Although Anne tries to move on, she is unable to forget Serey and eventually goes to Cambodia and finds him. She finds more than just Serey -- she discovers not only the horror of Pol Pot's reign but also the indefatigable nature of the Cambodian people. Despite the terror they have been forced to endure, they guide Anne as she acclimatizes to this very different country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I liked about the novel, of course, were the settings in peaceful Canada as well as war ravaged Cambodia. I also liked the fact that the novel covered a significant part of the protagonist's life because we can see her as a young naive woman as well as a mature experienced woman who somehow has managed to preserve her love for her lover, Serey and her love for being in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I am not very tolerant of what I perceive as a gratuitous and self-indulgent poetic style employed by some writers, however, perhaps because The Disappeared is not a seemingly unending piece of fiction, the poetic nature of Echlin's writing does not detract but actually effectively enriches the portrayal of the protagonist's sensitive and ingenuous nature. "I see your long silence as I see war, an urge to conquer. You used silence to guard your territory and told yourself you were protecting me. I was outside the wall, an intoxicating foreign land to occupy. I wondered what other secrets you guarded. Our disappeared were everywhere, irresistible, in waking, in sleeping, a reason for violence, a reason for forgiveness, destroying the peace we tried to possess, creeping between us as we dreamed, leaving us haunted by the knowledge that history is not redeemed by either peace or war but only fingered to shreds and left to our children. But I could not leave you, and I could not forget, and I did not know what to do, and always I loved you beyond love." p. 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I read this again? Probably not. Did I enjoy it the first time? Definitely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-5924155236330891729?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/5924155236330891729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/02/disappeared-kim-echlin.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/5924155236330891729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/5924155236330891729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/02/disappeared-kim-echlin.html' title='The Disappeared - Kim Echlin'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-1599445005514184687</id><published>2010-02-07T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T06:56:38.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bishop's Man - Linden MacIntyre</title><content type='html'>I must confess that when I learned that The Bishop's Man won the Giller, I was disappointed. Further, I didn't want to read about the Catholic Church and the way it literally screwed up in Newfoundland. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, since I like to read the Giller Winners, I felt there was really no way I could avoid this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my initial misgivings, I am very happy to have read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the way that MacIntyre really captures not only the exterior setting of a little town in Nova Scotia, but the more interesting interior "setting" of Father MacAskill's thoughts. Here is an excerpt from p. 317:&lt;br /&gt;"My sacred vocation. My vows of service. A blur of sacramental encounters, in retrospect like one-night stands. Have I ever really paid attention to the mumbled evasions on the other side of the confessional screen? Have I ever really spoken my true feelings about the ignorant, intoxicated bliss of the marriage ritual? Or the phoney, infantile expectations of the sacraments? Did I ever really care about the right to birth? And what about the rights thereafter? After we impose life on the unborn, then what? If we have a right to the beginning of a life, what about the middle and the end? And do we have a right to risk or, finally reject the life we never asked for? To just like down and wait...for...what?" For me, throughout the novel, MacAskill's internal dialogue seemed to realistically voice the repressed thoughts of those who have honestly believed themselves to be part of something important, only to, later in life, begin to doubt its legitimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other important characters are complex, believable and in spite of everything, sympathetic. MacIntyre is actually able to evoke in his readers the same tolerant understanding that life is complicated, and people, their motivations and their reactions are the result of the shaping by million little events, not all of them benign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasantly surprised by this novel and someday, hope to read it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-1599445005514184687?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/1599445005514184687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/02/bishops-man.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/1599445005514184687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/1599445005514184687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/02/bishops-man.html' title='The Bishop&apos;s Man - Linden MacIntyre'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-4242981376525873543</id><published>2010-01-01T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:22:17.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sea Captain's Wife - Beth Powning</title><content type='html'>This is the story of Azuba Galloway, a young woman living in New Brunswick during the 1860's. In her fourth month of pregnancy, she loses the baby and the absence of her Sea Captain husband feels acute. She vows that when Nathaniel returns to her and Carrie, their four year old daughter, she will insist that they never be left behind again. While awaiting his return, she fills the emotional void with the company of the well-meaning Reverend Walton with whom she collects marine specimens. While on an excursion together, they fall asleep and are stranded overnight by the tide. The community spends the night fruitlessly searching for them. In the weeks that follow their return the following morning, the small town gossips refuse to believe their innocent explanation. When Nathaniel returns home, Azuba is hesitant to tell her husband of her misadventure and he hears only the gossip monger's version. Although Nathaniel has been vehemently opposed to bringing Azuba and Carrie on his seafaring voyages, he feels that under the circumstances, he has no choice. Furious with Azuba, once aboard ship, he treats her coldly. For her part, Azuba understands Nathaniel's rage and decides that she will lovingly wait for his forgiveness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth Powning's portrayal of the 19th century is well researched and detailed. Her descriptions are filled with objects unfamiliar to many 21st century landlubber readers (a glossary is provided at the end of the novel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interwoven into the story of this sea journey filled with many hardships and disasters, is the personal journey of Azuba, who realizes the full impact of her choices not only for herself but for those whom she loves, who learns new truths about people and situations, who discovers the true complexity of human emotion, and who builds a personal inner strength and courage in the face of adversity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-4242981376525873543?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/4242981376525873543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/01/sea-captains-wife-beth-powning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/4242981376525873543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/4242981376525873543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2010/01/sea-captains-wife-beth-powning.html' title='The Sea Captain&apos;s Wife - Beth Powning'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-5740073885802519230</id><published>2009-12-15T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:19:39.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Valley - Gail Anderson-Dargatz</title><content type='html'>This is the first novel I have read by Gail Anderson-Dargatz and I am sure it will not be the last. It is realistic in in its portrayal of characters and events and poetic in its style -- an absolutely delightful read. Finally, a novel with a female protagonist, set in Canada, written by a female Canadian writer -- a novel that doesn't drive you to the dark recesses of your mind. &lt;br /&gt;This is the story of Kat, a woman at an emotional crossroad, who goes home to help her parents move their most precious possessions from their home which is threatened by a wildfire. Interwoven into this plot are the stories of her parents' and her grandparents' generations -- family secrets and skeletons are revealed --history repeats itself -- mysteries are unraveled and solved -- I absolutely loved it and am now off to the Chapter's website to see what else this writer has written.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-5740073885802519230?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/5740073885802519230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/turtle-valley-gail-anderson-dargatz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/5740073885802519230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/5740073885802519230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/turtle-valley-gail-anderson-dargatz.html' title='Turtle Valley - Gail Anderson-Dargatz'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-7981442560261163</id><published>2009-12-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:26:51.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flying Troutsman - Miriam Toews</title><content type='html'>I came to this novel with equal amounts of enthusiasm (because I had previously read and laughed my way through A Boy of Good Breeding) and trepidation (because I had previously read and cried my way through A Complicated Kindness). Both sentiments were experienced as I read, laughed and cried my way through The Flying Troutsman. You may think that it is only the characters in this novel who are on a road trip but as a reader I found that I too was (thankfully) firmly buckled into their white knuckle emotional adventure. Once again Toews' genius for deftly painting the intricate contradictions inherent in human nature and motivation captivate the reader's attention from the very first words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-7981442560261163?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/7981442560261163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/flying-troutsman-miriam-toews.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/7981442560261163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/7981442560261163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/flying-troutsman-miriam-toews.html' title='The Flying Troutsman - Miriam Toews'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-2589028000277701714</id><published>2009-12-01T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:18:24.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Matters - Wayson Choy</title><content type='html'>In All That Matters, Wayson Choy expands on the story of the Chen family first introduced in The Jade Peony. This time, Choy makes use of a single narrator, the eldest son, who has recently arrived on the west coast with his grandmother and father. What I really like about Wayson Choy's work is not only his flowing style but also the content of the plot which, with a refreshing and sometimes brutal, frank voice describes the two solitudes experienced by most first generation Canadians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-2589028000277701714?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/2589028000277701714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-that-matters-wayson-choy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/2589028000277701714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/2589028000277701714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/all-that-matters-wayson-choy.html' title='All That Matters - Wayson Choy'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-4942325846219734669</id><published>2009-12-01T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T17:01:25.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jade Peony - Wayson Choy</title><content type='html'>The Jade Peony by Wayson Choy was an enlightening read granting a peak into Vancouver's Chinatown. I really enjoyed the use of multiple narrators as it provided different perspectives on the family members of Chen family. I also found that the choice of youthful narrators was clever because it allowed the author to use the mouth of babes to reveal "truths" that adults might chose to politely conceal. Their understanding of their "condition" and the events of their lives was both revealing and endearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-4942325846219734669?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/4942325846219734669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/jade-peony-wayson-choy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/4942325846219734669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/4942325846219734669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/12/jade-peony-wayson-choy.html' title='The Jade Peony - Wayson Choy'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-1529395415193930943</id><published>2009-11-01T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:32:57.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelf Monkey - Corey Redekop</title><content type='html'>This is a very very funny novel. It has a rapid fire style which never seems to run out of ammunition aimed at best-sellers self-servingly hyped by high profile literary wanna-bes. The narrator is a likable fellow who loves to read and needs work so logically gets himself a job at a bookstore. Sounds rational, sane? Ahh, but there the rub begins. He meets some kindred spirits at the store and begins to make choices that most would consider unwise.  If the narrator and the author have anything in common besides a wicked sense of humour Redekop should be firmly locked in a padded cell next to his favourite shelf monkey...although I hope that is not the case as I look forward to reading more of Redekop`s original wackey work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-1529395415193930943?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/1529395415193930943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/11/shelf-monkey-corey-redekop.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/1529395415193930943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/1529395415193930943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/11/shelf-monkey-corey-redekop.html' title='Shelf Monkey - Corey Redekop'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-6584348036042598391</id><published>2009-10-26T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:54:04.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of the Flood - Margaret Atwood</title><content type='html'>I thoroughly enjoyed this book and was disappointed to learn that it is not shortlisted for a Giller. Too bad. I think it is definitely better than Anne Michael's obscure Winter's Vault. I guess I just don't like poetry much. I really liked Oryx and Crake so it is no surprise that I enjoyed The Year of the Flood. I found the characters sympathetic and realistic.  Atwood's world, though far from utopic, offers more hope than the dystopia of Handmaid's Tale.  I have always and probably will always love Atwood.  I even like HER poetry....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-6584348036042598391?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/6584348036042598391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/10/year-of-flood-margaret-atwood.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/6584348036042598391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/6584348036042598391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/10/year-of-flood-margaret-atwood.html' title='The Year of the Flood - Margaret Atwood'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-8802268191596521023</id><published>2009-09-20T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T18:36:51.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to a Fault -  Marina Endicott</title><content type='html'>I loved this novel!&lt;br /&gt;After having been involved in a car accident, Clara, the protagonist, decides to look after the family of a woman who has been diagnosed with cancer. Unaccustomed to a house full of children, one of whom is an infant, Clara finds herself exhausted, unemployed, and questioning her own motivations. The characters are exceptionally realistically brought to life, the plot, intricately woven, the sentences infused with images which seemingly occur naturally and do not interrupt the flow of the writing. It was so good, I was truly sad to reach the last word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-8802268191596521023?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/8802268191596521023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-to-fault-marina-endicott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8802268191596521023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8802268191596521023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-to-fault-marina-endicott.html' title='Good to a Fault -  Marina Endicott'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-8013815293684717244</id><published>2009-08-20T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:58:00.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asylum - Andre Alexis</title><content type='html'>Having lived most of my life in Ottawa and having worked during my university years on Parliament Hill, Alexis's local references to familiar places and situations frequently evoked personal memories. I found that the absurd idealism which led to an absurd prison project at an absurd price at the taxpayer's expense while somewhat exaggerated was nonetheless authentically founded on a grain of truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-8013815293684717244?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/8013815293684717244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/asylum-andre-alexis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8013815293684717244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/8013815293684717244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/asylum-andre-alexis.html' title='Asylum - Andre Alexis'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-3989841962609079491</id><published>2009-08-20T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T15:50:08.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Elva - Stephens Gerard Malone</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed this novel as it combined great characters and an intriguing plot.  Set in Nova Scotia, Miss Elva tells the story of two brothers and two sisters whose lives intertwine in tragic ways.  I loved Miss Elva's subtle observations and intricacy of the story.  Malone faithfully and unflinchingly paints and accurate portrait of small towns and small minded people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-3989841962609079491?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/3989841962609079491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-elva-stephens-gerard-malone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/3989841962609079491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/3989841962609079491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-elva-stephens-gerard-malone.html' title='Miss Elva - Stephens Gerard Malone'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-2077754031754499053</id><published>2009-08-20T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T12:31:48.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Island - Bryna Wasserman</title><content type='html'>I chose this book because I am a traveller and I had been to many of the places mentioned in the blurb: Indonesia, India, Nepal, Singapore.  It is described as a "Gothic travelogue--one woman's journey through a tortured dreamscape of love, possession and ecstatic  release." (Sarah Sheard)&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I found this novel to be as self indulgent as the protagonist.  I would not recommend this novel to anyone unless they needed kindling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-2077754031754499053?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/2077754031754499053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/naked-island-bryna-wasserman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/2077754031754499053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/2077754031754499053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/naked-island-bryna-wasserman.html' title='The Naked Island - Bryna Wasserman'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-6355638613437746967</id><published>2009-08-04T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:56:18.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter Vault - Anne Michaels</title><content type='html'>With one of my favourite novels, Fugitive Pieces, in mind, I expected to immediately fall in love again with Anne Michael's new novel, The Winter Vault. It was not to be. There were times while reading this book, I actually contemplated not finishing -- I think in my entire life I have only "not finished" a book once -- Cloud Atlas -- which received rave reviews and which I just couldn't get into...oops, I digress.... Anne Michaels's The Winter Vault was a difficult and disturbing read. I liked the images she uses and the idea of the protagonist being a winter vault but this time I found her style very dense and and disjointed (maybe it is deliberate but I found it distracting). Nonetheless, I suspect that if I made a greater effort while reading this novel, I would unearth a richness that I have missed the first time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-6355638613437746967?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/6355638613437746967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/winter-vault-anne-michaels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/6355638613437746967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/6355638613437746967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/winter-vault-anne-michaels.html' title='The Winter Vault - Anne Michaels'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-2968552331591829563</id><published>2009-08-04T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:52:11.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gargoyle - Andrew Davidson</title><content type='html'>I quite enjoyed this book as I came to it without any expectations. It tells the story of a creep whose life is transformed following a car crash and his encounter with a mentally ill woman. I liked the way the author encourages us to believe in the possibility of rehabilitation and challenges us to rethink our preconceived notions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-2968552331591829563?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/2968552331591829563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/gargoyle-andrew-davidson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/2968552331591829563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/2968552331591829563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/gargoyle-andrew-davidson.html' title='Gargoyle - Andrew Davidson'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555990896548716674.post-6417984090969526576</id><published>2009-08-04T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T12:50:14.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, Thou Tortoise - Jessica Grant</title><content type='html'>Jessica Grant's narrator touches both our funny bone and our heart from her opening words. She reminds us unequivocally and daringly of our collective naive credulity in the "grown-ups" who guided us through childhood. Grant's audacious transparency and honesty challenges us to acknowledge a kindred ingenuousness that we would, for the most part, prefer to deny even to ourselves. This is a delightfully uncomfortable read which draws us laughingly out of our smug protective adult shell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7555990896548716674-6417984090969526576?l=spitre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/feeds/6417984090969526576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-thou-tortoise-jessica-grant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/6417984090969526576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7555990896548716674/posts/default/6417984090969526576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spitre.blogspot.com/2009/08/come-thou-tortoise-jessica-grant.html' title='Come, Thou Tortoise - Jessica Grant'/><author><name>Scrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07453614642209126505</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZVeB-miBtI/Sk5ytMD9-lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/0RlSchfxEfs/S220/221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
