Even more of 'em! Yay!
Anne Perry, Silence in Hanover Close. Not bad. Shook things up a bit, giving some of the regulars more to do and others less. The plot was interesting, if the basis for it was a little shaky.
L. M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle. Really good. Loved the plot, the main character, the overall theme. I hadn't expected it to be so good, and was delighted with it.
Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin, Three Cups of Tea. This was my book group's latest choice. Can't say I loved it, really. I thought the writing was good and displayed a real passion for the subject, and it's rarely a chore to read a book whose author loved it. And it's undeniable that the guy is doing good work at great personal sacrifice ... but I wasn't wild about the protagonist, who I thought had a lot of real trouble living in two worlds and didn't always do justice to either one; and I got very tired of the tales of peril, lost in the Middle East with no way to contact the people at home who loved him, usually just because he had jumped into a situation with both feet and his eyes firmly closed. Overall, I didn't mind reading it, but I won't be keeping it.
Charles Mackay, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds. This one was a little disappointing to me. I had hoped for more, I guess. That said, it's a book chock-full of examples of mass stupidity ... but it's highly overwritten and very dense. It was an interesting read, but not a keeper.
Anne Perry, Silence in Hanover Close. Not bad. Shook things up a bit, giving some of the regulars more to do and others less. The plot was interesting, if the basis for it was a little shaky.
L. M. Montgomery, The Blue Castle. Really good. Loved the plot, the main character, the overall theme. I hadn't expected it to be so good, and was delighted with it.
Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin, Three Cups of Tea. This was my book group's latest choice. Can't say I loved it, really. I thought the writing was good and displayed a real passion for the subject, and it's rarely a chore to read a book whose author loved it. And it's undeniable that the guy is doing good work at great personal sacrifice ... but I wasn't wild about the protagonist, who I thought had a lot of real trouble living in two worlds and didn't always do justice to either one; and I got very tired of the tales of peril, lost in the Middle East with no way to contact the people at home who loved him, usually just because he had jumped into a situation with both feet and his eyes firmly closed. Overall, I didn't mind reading it, but I won't be keeping it.
Charles Mackay, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds. This one was a little disappointing to me. I had hoped for more, I guess. That said, it's a book chock-full of examples of mass stupidity ... but it's highly overwritten and very dense. It was an interesting read, but not a keeper.
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