Monthly Archives: February 2014

me before you…

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Before I absolutely LOVED Me Before You by Jojo Moyes.   I honestly laughed out loud and I cried real tears — It was a very moving book.  The description of the book does not do it justice, but I don’t want to spoil the book for you and give more details (I can see why the description is so vague!).  This is one of the best books I have read in a long time.  Loved it.

Goodreads describes the book:

Lou Clark knows lots of things. She knows how many footsteps there are between the bus stop and home. She knows she likes working in The Buttered Bun tea shop and she knows she might not love her boyfriend Patrick.

What Lou doesn’t know is she’s about to lose her job or that knowing what’s coming is what keeps her sane.

Will Traynor knows his motorcycle accident took away his desire to live. He knows everything feels very small and rather joyless now and he knows exactly how he’s going to put a stop to that.

What Will doesn’t know is that Lou is about to burst into his world in a riot of colour. And neither of them knows they’re going to change the other for all time.

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the weird sisters…

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Pink HouseThe reviews I read about The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown were very mixed.  Either the reader loved this book or they hated it.  I was one of the people that really enjoyed it.  I thought their family was very interesting (the dad speaks in Shakespearean quotes!) and the sisters were great characters (each one was very different).  I could actually imagine a family like this one…  Sometimes life just does not turn out like you imagined it.

Goodreads describes the book:

There is no problem that a library card can’t solve.

The Andreas family is one of readers. Their father, a renowned Shakespeare professor who speaks almost entirely in verse, has named his three daughters after famous Shakespearean women. When the sisters return to their childhood home, ostensibly to care for their ailing mother, but really to lick their wounds and bury their secrets, they are horrified to find the others there. See, we love each other. We just don’t happen to like each other very much. But the sisters soon discover that everything they’ve been running from-one another, their small hometown, and themselves-might offer more than they ever expected.

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listen…

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She asked me to listen to her read out loud.  It is a book she is reading for school.  I said yes, I would listen.  We laid next to each other in my bed and I kept the TV on.  I only half-listened to her reading out loud.  I was watching a movie, you see, so I only half-listened to her reading her book to me.  All of a sudden she burst into tears.  Loud, sobbing tears.  I asked, what is wrong??  Why are you crying??  Through tears she told me, “she died!”  She kept crying on my shoulder.  She was so upset.  I wasn’t listening, I didn’t hear the story, I didn’t know who died, I was watching the movie.  She re-grouped and started reading the book to me again.  I turned off the TV and listened.

Listen.

bridget jones: mad about the boy…

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madI loved both Bridget Jones’s Diary and The Edge of ReasonBridget Jones Mad About the Boy by Helen Fielding did not fail.  It was funny and touching.  The reader can, again, really connect with Bridget Jones.  This is a laugh-out-loud book that has very, very heart warming moments in it.  I loved it and would recommend it.  Great book!!

Goodreads describes the book:

What do you do when your girlfriend’s sixtieth birthday party is the same day as your boyfriend’s thirtieth?

Is it better to die of Botox or die of loneliness because you’re so wrinkly?

Is it wrong to lie about your age when online dating?

Is it morally wrong to have a blow-dry when one of your children has head lice?

Is it normal to be too vain to put on your reading glasses when checking your toy boy for head lice?

Does the Dalai Lama actually tweet or is it his assistant?

Is it normal to get fewer followers the more you tweet?

Is technology now the fifth element? Or is that wood?

If you put lip plumper on your hands do you get plump hands?

Is sleeping with someone after two dates and six weeks of texting the same as getting married after two meetings and six months of letter writing in Jane Austen’s day?

Pondering these and other modern dilemmas, Bridget Jones stumbles through the challenges of loss, single motherhood, tweeting, texting, technology, and rediscovering her sexuality in—Warning! Bad, outdated phrase approaching!—middle age.

In a triumphant return after fourteen years of silence, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy is timely, tender, touching, page-turning, witty, wise, outrageous, and bloody hilarious.

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