I wonder where this book will send me? Somewhere inspiring, I’m sure.ĥ. I took a field trip to see the church she wrote about in The Stonecarvers. (Salmon Rushdie, I’m looking at you, don’t duckthey’re just words.) Fingers crossed this book brings us back into the fold, and doesn’t convince me to stop reading Irving all together.ģ. There’s nothing that I despise more than reading mid-life crises on the page. Irving remains one of our greatest writers (I claim him for Canada, if only because I know he often claims Canada for himself), but his last few books have been disappointing. A Prayer For Owen Meany remains one of the greatest American novels published in the second half of last century. John Irving’s books have carried me through difficult times. I’m not saying this because I did a delightful interview with her over on chicklit, and I’m not listing it simply because she’s a friend, but because she’s a wonderful writer, and I really liked Ten Good Seconds of Silence.Ģ. And in light of the fact that I’ll probably never make it through the other list I posted here, I’m moving on to some of the books coming out this fall that I really can not wait to read. My stack of “to read” books (if I did them according to height) might not be as tall as the Penguin Classics offer out there right now (link via Publishers Lunch), but it’s certainly up there. I’m getting so upset just thinking about it, and before you say it, yes, it just happens to be that time of the month. What’s wrong with those people who voted for the oil drilling, how short-sighted are they? How little do they care about the Earth, the animals, the environment. What’s wrong with you?Īnd no wonder Canadians “hate” Americans so much. Resources that will last for less than half a year will destroy hundreds of thousands of years of natural habitat. The US are going to destroy a small section of the caribou’s natural migration and/or habitation in the north for SIX MONTHS of oil. The silly morons who are still convinced that SUVs (aka Stupid Useless Vehicles) are needed for the off-roading on Jameson between King and Queen Streets.Īnd now, all of you in SUVs should drive around with egg on your face. But it’s not so much the driving, as the people who leave their cars idling. We drive everywhere, which contributes to the smog, which makes us need the air conditioning, which drives up the electricity, which makes our footprint bigger, which makes me think of the frog on the log in the middle of the lake, and so on. I feel guilty just turning it on at night, but my RRBF can’t take the heat either, like so many people I know. Only now Toronto Hydro is urging people to reduce electricity because it’s about to blowwell not seriously, but we’re consuming way, way too much these days. We’ve got air conditioning so we can close our windows and doors, chill ourselves to the bone and ignore summer. It’s strange, how the weather affects people, and how we spend so much of our time figuring ways around it instead of figuring out ways to live in it. Sitting in a government office waiting doesn’t make anyone more happy either. Walking around downtown everyone complains about the weather and looks miserable. The city continues to swelter under smog and high temperatures. Mysteries are even more addictive than chick lit. Now I’m going to have to look up the rest of the books in the bloody series. It’s a solid book that intertwines the mystery with the ins and outs of Swedish politics, in terms of how the country deals with immigration. This sends Wallander, a rough and ready cop with a broken marriage and an even worse case of insomnia, on a crazy ride to find the killers. As the woman expires in the hospital, the last word she utters is “foreign”, over and over again. The husband bludgeoned to death and his wife left for dead with her head in a noose. Two elderly farmers are attacked late one winter evening. So, Faceless Killers finds Ystad (in Sweden) police inspector Kurt Wallander trying to solve a very difficult case. Oh, and I gave up on the quest to read the “classics” of literature, in this bloody heat, it’s impossible. Thanks to JKS for recommending the bookI couldn’t put it down, just like the other mystery I read lately. They are rewarding in the way that Law and Order is rewarding. They’re captivating and funny, sometimes interesting but always shocking in some way. I’ve come to the conclusion that mysteries are the perfect summer read. I finished Henning Mankell’s Faceless Killers this morning.
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