“Hunger Games” – Suzanne Collins
First person, present tense. It’s not often you read a book written as such. It was good. I don’t know what all the hype is about, though –I’ll tack that […]
Category Archives: Book Reviews
“Napier’s Bones” – Derryl Murphy
I picked this up at the library, enticed by the cover art. The back blurb further added to my curiosity. An intriguing concept is presented: numbers are the base energy […]
“The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie” – Alan Bradley
“Happiness, thy name is Flavia,” states the Bill Richardson quote on the front of the book. This quickly became my mantra everyday as I looked forward to picking up this […]
“When God was a Rabbit” – Sarah Winman
Books resonate with people. Some people like certain books, recommend them to others who don’t resonate with them. This book resonated with me. I love the title, it captivated me. […]
“The Dark River” – John Twelve Hawks
Neat concept. Well-written. I really liked the first book in the trilogy, “The Traveler (Fourth Realm Trilogy, Book 1),” even though I picked it up at the Chapters bargain section. […]
“First Among Sequels” – Jasper Fforde
I love Jasper Fforde. I do. Really. And I attribute my lack-luster reception of this book due entirely to my state of mind. I was disappointed when Landen returned, when […]
“The Neddiad” – Daniel Pinkwater
“The Neddiad: How Neddie Took the Train, Went to Hollywood, and Saved Civilization” is the full title. Admittedly, I picked it up for the title and the cover art (very […]
“The Dream Thief” – Catherine Webb
I am such a word geek! Case in point: From beyond the voice a younger one, that of a child, said, “Oi! Miss Lin! I think he’s fallin’ asleep again!” […]
“The Demon Trapper’s Daughter” – Jana Oliver
I won’t give “Twilight” credit for this. Instead, I give it to the Harry Potter series and Ms. Rowling. Thank you for opening up the YA world again. Like any […]
“Dust” – Arthur Slade
It’s “Something Wicked this Way Comes” meets “The Golden Compass.” Apparently, Ray Bradbury has been reborn in Saskatoon. Slade writes, uncannily, like Bradbury. The same lilting way a young boy […]
