February Book Report
Friday, February 29, 2008 by Bridget
Friday, February 29, 2008 by Bridget
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Thursday, February 28, 2008 by Lizzy Siddal
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Costa/Whitbread,
Good Housekeeping Novel of The Year,
Lizzy
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by Lizzy Siddal
Posted in:
Commonwealth Writers',
Lizzy
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1 comments
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Wednesday, February 27, 2008 by Nyssaneala
Posted in:
Alisia,
National Jewish Book Award,
Printz
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008 by Mo
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Mo,
Newbery
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Saturday, February 23, 2008 by Anonymous

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Hugo Award,
Rhinoa,
World Fantasy
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by Anonymous
Bill Bryson is mostly known for his travel writing, but in this book he takes a turn at popular science. It covers everything from research into the Big Bang, how the measurements for the earth were derived, plate tectonics, the evolution of humans from apes, Darwin's theories of natural selection, the discovery of DNA to extinction. It crams in a lot of information about the main scientific discoveries into a managable book.
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Rhinoa,
Royal Society
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1 comments
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by Kimmie
The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck
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Kimmie
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Friday, February 22, 2008 by J
As early as the week that followed, the glazed surface of conviction was not without its blemishes and hairline cracks. Whenever she was conscious of them, which was not often, she was driven back, with a little swooping sensation in her stomach, to the understanding that what she knew was not literally, or not only, based on the visible. It was not simply her eyes that told her the truth. It was too dark for that. Even Lola's face at eighteen inches was an empty oval, and this figure was many feet away, and turned from her as it moved back around the clearing. But nor was this figure invisible, and its size and manner of moving were familiar to her. Her eyes confirmed the sum of all she knew adn had recently experienced. The truth was in the symmetry, which was to say, it was founded in common sense. The truth instructed her eyes. So when she said, over and over again, I saw him, she meant it, and was perfectly honest, as well as passionate. What she meant was rather more complex than what everyone else so eagerly understood, and her moments of unease came when she felt that she could not explain these nuances. She did not even seriously try. There were no opportunities, no time, no permission. Within a couple of days, no, within a matter of hours, a process was moving fast and well beyond her control.
Through the material of his coat he felt for the bundle of her letters. I'll wait for you. Come back. The words were not meaningless, but they didn't touch him now. It was clear enough - one person waiting for another like an arithmetical sum, and just as empty of emotion. Waiting. Simply one person doing nothing, over time, while another approached. Waiting was a heavy word. He felt it pressing down, heavy as a greatcoat. Everyone in the cellar was waiting, everyone on the beach. She was waiting, yes, but then what? He tried to make her voice say the words, but it was his own he heard, just below the tread of his heart. He could not even form her face.
..what was guilt these days? It was cheap. Everyone was guilty, and no one was. No one would be redeemed by a change of evidence, for there weren't enough people, enough paper and pens, enough patience and peace, to take down the statements of all the witnesses and gather in the facts. The witnesses were guilty too. All day we've witnessed each other's crimes. You killed no one today? But how many did you leave to die? Down here in the cellar we'll keep quiet about it.
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J,
NBCC
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by Laura
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Booker Prize,
Laura
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by gautami tripathy
Cross-posted from my blog.
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Bram Stoker,
Gautami reads,
Hugo Award
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008 by Kimmie
The Magnificent Ambersons by Booth Tarkington
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Kimmie
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Monday, February 18, 2008 by Wendy
The first thing the midwife noticed about Michael K when she helped him out of his mother into the world was that he had a hare lip. -From Life and Times of Michael K, page 1-
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Booker,
Nobel Prize,
Wendy
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I come from a line of children of no end.
He is like a stone, a pebble that, having lain around quietly minding its own business since the dawn of time, is now suddenly picked up and tossed randomly from hand to hand. A hard little stone, barely aware of its surroundings, enveloped in itself and it interior life...An unbearing, unborn creature.
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Athena,
Booker,
Booker Prize,
Nobel Prize,
Review
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by Lightheaded
This is an unlikely story about an unlikely hero being sent to an unlikely camp; but no matter how unlikely everything is you just keep on reading and reading and reading until you get to the end, page 234 and ask yourself "Gee, this is an unlikely triumph of a book!" then thank the fates or gods you believe in for the opportunity to peruse it. Of course that last part is a bit dramatic, how unlikely of me. Then again, not so. Hahaha!
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Lightheaded,
Newbery
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Sunday, February 17, 2008 by raidergirl3
Atonement by Ian McEwan
Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell
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NBCC,
Newbery,
raidergirl3
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by Mystic Wanderer

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Booker Prize
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Friday, February 15, 2008 by Ma T
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Ma T,
Orange Prize
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Thursday, February 14, 2008 by Amy
Michael Connelly
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Amy,
Anthony Award
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by Athena
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Athena,
Printz
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008 by Lightheaded
This tells the tale of Edith Hope, a guest at a Swiss hotel of the book title. The first time we encounter her she's writing a letter to a man named David, describing the hotel and the apparently abrupt departure from England that she went through. We also learn that Edith is a romantic fiction writer who publishes under an assumed name. Either that or Edith's her assumed name. Gee, this really sounds like I'm rambling about it."And anyway, if she's all that liberated, why doesn't she go down to the bar and pick someone up? I'm sure it's entirely possible. It's jsut that most women don't do it. And why don't they do it?" she asked, with a sudden return of assurance. "It's because they prefer the old myths, when it comes to the crunch. They want to believe that they are going to be discovered,looking their best behind closed doors,just when they thought that all was lost, by a man who has battled across continents, abandoning whatever he may have had in his in-tray, to reclaim them. Ah! If only it were true," she said, breathing hard, and spearing a slice of kiwi fruit which remained suspended on her fork as she bent her head and thought this one out.
No, I don't love you. But you have got under my guard. You have moved and touched me, in a way in which I no longer care to be moved and touched. You are like a nerve that I had managed to deaden, and I am annoyed to find it coming to life. I shall do my utmost to kill it off again as soon as possible. After all, I am not in the business of losing my centrality.
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Booker Prize,
Lightheaded
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Monday, February 11, 2008 by Trish @ Love, Laughter, Insanity
Angela's Ashes - Frank McCourt
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Pulitzer Prize,
Trish
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by Anonymous

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Orange Prize,
Rhinoa
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by Holley T
Holley's Review #10 of 12
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Christy Award,
Holley
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by Holley T
Holley's Review #9 of 12
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Christy Award,
Holley
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Sunday, February 10, 2008 by Kimmie

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Kimmie
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by Anonymous

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Costa/Whitbread,
Rhinoa
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1 comments
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Saturday, February 9, 2008 by Mystic Wanderer
Winner of the prestigious Booker Award in 2006, Kiran Desai's The Inheritance of Loss fails to live up to the expectations of an award winner. While not insubstantial in scope and possibility, the novel barely manages to invoke in the reader the emotional response and involvement required to fulfill its promise.
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Booker,
Booker Prize
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Friday, February 8, 2008 by Amy
This book is the 1997 recipient of the Edgar Award.
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Amy,
Edgar
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by alisonwonderland

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alisonwonderland,
Printz
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Thursday, February 7, 2008 by Nyssaneala
Posted in:
Alisia,
Pulitzer Prize,
Quill Award
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Tuesday, February 5, 2008 by Nyssaneala
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Alisia,
Newbery
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Monday, February 4, 2008 by alisonwonderland
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alisonwonderland,
Newbery
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Sunday, February 3, 2008 by Nyssaneala
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by Holley T
Holley’s Review #8 of 12
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Alex Awards,
Holley
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Saturday, February 2, 2008 by Mystic Wanderer

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Booker Prize,
Nadine Gordimer,
Nobel Prize
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Posted in:
Hugo,
Mo,
Nebula
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