Monthly Archives: June 2011
I’m having some problems with Blogger right now, so I will be posting on my other blog, bburcroff, for a bit.
I have not posted on this blog for a long time.
Blogger’s acting up again (I can’t access my blogger account this morning), so I’m going to start posting here again!
It’s totally beautiful in Seattle–warm but not too warm, sunny with a light breeze.
I’ve spent some time outside this weekend, but I’ve also been busy cleaning.
Yep, it’s 33 days until the apartment upgrade!
I gave myself an order Saturday morning–take a few steps away from the ‘puter, Gran.
I wish you all a great week, hope the weather’s good and all is right with your world.
And–I thought you might enjoy a little lovin spoonful!
Hot damn, it IS summer in the city, and time to step away from the ‘puter and enjoy the sunshine!
What makes a book a page turner?
Here’s what does it for me: A book that grabs me on the first page, draws me into the world of the story and the characters populating that world; dialogue that’s believable; twists and turns in the story that leave me gasping for breath as I turn the page to discover what words come next.
An act of defiance by Katniss Everdeen ensures that she and fellow tribute Peeta Mellark win The Hunger Games. Katniss and Peeta, still teenagers, have succeeded in ensuring that their loved ones are safe, well fed, and protected. But for how long becomes the question when President Snow pops in for a visit, reminding Katniss that he will never forget how she deceived the Gamemakers.
As Katniss and Peeta begin their victory tour through the Capitol and prepare to compete in a new set of games, there are rumblings of dissatisfaction among the citizens of Panem. Katniss, no stranger to responsibility, learns that a rebellion is brewing, and that she has become some sort of symbol of this uprising.
Katniss starts to grow up in Catching Fire; the determination to survive that’s always been a part of her takes on an added dimension as she plans, once again, how she will protect her family and friends from dangers that have yet to be revealed.
I finished this book on the bus today, and I was not able to contain an exclamation of satisfaction as I read the last page. No worries, everyone just chalked it up to “another one of THOSE people” on the bus.
I’ve got Mockingjay, the final book in this trilogy, on order from Amazon.com
Thank goodness for used books; this poor social worker would be broke if she had to buy all these books at full price.
I just cannot wait for The Seattle Public Library to cough up a copy of this book on their hold list; there are 96 readers ahead of me!
My advice to Patricia Cornwell: Less is more.
I could not get past page 235 in this book. I skipped ahead and read the end, because I wanted to find out what happened to the dog. I figured it out, not because I’m brilliant or anything, far from it, but this book was too predictable and WAY too long.
Honestly, if I had to read another page of Kay Scarpetta droning on and and about how she was gone too long from her lab and now it’s all going to hell and she’s sorry as all get out that she’s let everybody down, where the hell is Fielding, why did I hire Fielding again…
I wanted to scream.
I read the first Scarpetta book, Postmortem, in the summer of 1996 during my summer vacation from grad school (I’m an exceptionally late bloomer). I finished the dang book and had to find a Barnes & Noble bookstore, right away, so I could buy the next book in the series, Body of Evidence. My drooling appreciation for The Kay Scarpetta novels continued until Point of Origin, when I started to wonder if maybe Cornwell was pumping out books too fast. I think Scarpetta’s personal life became too dominant in the books. It was more about her personal angst and less about who whacked the corpse.
Cornwell had a winning combination in the early days: A workaholic, crime-solving medical examiner with a raunchy cop sidekick named Marino, a niece whom she loved (and who drove her crazy), and a sexy married FBI profiler complicating her life.
Add a well plotted story and you’ve got bestseller city.
I’m getting off track.
Port Mortuary is 496 boring pages long.
Cornwell’s dialogue is long-winded and overly dramatic.
I’m not sure “who done it,” and I don’t care, because Cornwell lost me on page 235 as Scarpetta and her husband are having an argument:
“I’m sorry you’re angry. I’m sorry you’ve come home to a situation that is upsetting. Your homecoming should have been joyful.”
“Joyful. What the hell is joyful?”
“A word. A theoretical concept. Like full disclosure.”
Sorry, I feel asleep while typing.
I could throw more quotes at you, but I don’t want you to fall asleep reading this. There’s a lot of dialogue like this, in the first few hundred pages.
I wanted Port Mortuary to be another Cornwell stunner of a ripping good tale.
Alas, it is not.
I’m no book reviewing expert, but I know what I like.
And I don’t like Port Mortuary.
And now I’m going to go sit in a tubful of bubbles and meditate away my sense of loss.
And then I’m going to pray, hard, that Patricia Cornwell is home slaving away at a Scarpetta story that will knock my socks off again. I hope Cornwell cuts back on the personal drama and focuses more on whodunit.
Remember, less is more.