<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:41:27.266-07:00</updated><category term='gareth'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='media'/><category term='carnival of the recipes'/><category term='decorations'/><category term='ornaments'/><category term='Gilbert and Sullivan'/><category term='manga'/><category term='reindeer'/><category term='llama'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='children&apos;s'/><category term='cats'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='book'/><category term='train'/><category term='diary'/><category term='essay'/><category term='transcript'/><category term='Yeats'/><category term='travel'/><category term='photo'/><category term='memories'/><category term='haunted houses'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='baby'/><category term='food'/><category term='carnival'/><category term='Jelly Bellys'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='video'/><category term='october'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='young adult'/><category term='biography'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='review'/><category term='satire'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='tree'/><category term='opera'/><title type='text'>booklore— libra simplex</title><subtitle type='html'>a little bit of literary erudition</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>616</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3214636023357828085</id><published>2010-12-07T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:53:46.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transcript'/><title type='text'>Sunday Morning In Honolulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Transcript from the diary of Jane Doyle Hawes:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sunday, Dec 7, 1941&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are at war with Japan. Early this morning a flight of bombers attacked the island of Oahu—treacherously, while their ministers talked peace in Washington. They came out of the rising sun to spread death and destruction in a sleeping city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and I were asleep—it wasn't nine o'clock—on a Sunday morning—and the telephone kept ringing downstairs. Finally we woke up enough to send Christine down to answer it. She came back and said a lady wanted her momma, and Mary went down. I don't know why—maybe it was the mixture of sounds—the guns in the distance—the voices in the yard—the odd sound of Mary's "No! Caroline!" and telling Chris to turn on the radio—but I got up fast and put on my dress and shoes and went down. Mary looked at me so funny. "Caroline says we're having an air raid." All I could think of was that men from Mars scare of so long ago—I said—she's crazy—and tuned in the radio. It was warm and sputtering. The announcer panted "Keep off the streets! Do not use the telephone! We are being attacked! Keep off the streets!" Even then it didn't seem real. I went to the back door and saw Toots and Anne in the yard looking up. Toots said, "It's time you got up! We're having an air raid!" I remember saying "Yes— I know—" and right then I guess I did know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and could see smoke puffs in the sky—and little dots they said were enemy planes—presumably Japanese—we could hear the anti-aircraft guns—big guns—or maybe they were bombs—Mary told Caroline to try &amp; get down if she was scared—and to bring the baby—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to move into my new apartment in spite of the Japs. Thought I'd better get my things out of the car in case we needed it—or someone had to have it—so I lugged suitcases, boxes and stuff for about a couple hours. I had to stop and look up at the sky every once in a while—I used to think how nice it was to know it was only the mailman—but I guess those days are gone for good—or bad—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got orders on the radio to fill everything in sight with water. The radio went off the air too—just came on to give orders and information—we filled the tubs in the yard and all the pots and pans in the house—just in case the water mains got hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline came in about then with the baby. She was plenty upset—and came in from her house with her baby. She was honestly scared silly—just trembled and shook—and I've never seen anyone so pale and terrified looking. Anne and I went over to her house, to listen to the short wave broadcast. We kept hearing of planes coming in. Anne heard one report while I was out, of five troop transports lying off Barber's Point—and I heard a call for the police to get a man armed with a knife in Punaho Campus just across the street—so I went home to tell them to be careful. I looked out the window and saw three women trudging up Punaho Hill—with big bundles tied up in bed sheets—one of them was old, and had a bandana tied under her chin—it looked like the pictures you see of refugees in Europe—and they were refugees from some bombed section of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg came home from the office picking glass and dirt out of his hair. Just after we got up Toots called him and asked him to come home—he laughed and said it was a joke—but it seems a bomb lit down there on Beretania—killed a woman twenty feet on the other side of him, and almost blew him out of the building—he was convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time the evacuees began to come into the Hotel from Hickman Field and Pearl Harbor—when I left and got back to Mary's, she had given my apartment away, and I had to move out again. I didn't mind doing it—but I should rather have offered to myself, not to get told it was already done—but this is no time for little gripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline and I got permission from the cop on the corner to go up to her place and get things for the baby—stopped for groceries on the way home—got reports over her radio of parachutist landings on Punchbowl and in the mountains at the end of Manoa Valley. When we got back to Mary's I finally managed to get through to Mother on the telephone. She and the girls are all right. Naturally her big worry is Dad. Seems they got attacked at Manila at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out and got permission from the same cop to go pick up some clothes. It didn't dawn on me until much later the the policeman himself was a Jap. Lord what a job these men have on their hands. Imagine trying to control a city waked out of a sound sleep by bombs—not a city at war—one at peace and totally unprepared—with all its varies races and people—can they keep it in hand? I hope to God they can—it will be hell if they don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I drove up to Mother's and picked up the warmest of my clothes and my slacks in case they evacuate us into a culvert like they have some people. Mrs. Studebaker and her three boys have moved in with Mother—they were living at Waikiki near DeRussy, but the incendiary bombs drove them out. I suggested to Mother that she and the girls each pack a small bag in case of evacuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to Mary's I packed a suitcase myself. Toots came over with bandages for us to fold and Mary, Caroline and I tried to do that. We spent the afternoon that way. Later Toots brought us some tea. They are planning to use the Main Hotel building for a hospital in case of need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne brought over a kettle of stew and we all had supper together—but I forgot to eat—and by the time Mary came downstairs it was too dark to see or eat—we had no lights at all being totally unprepared for a blackout. I went with Anne to put Mike to bed, but it was so dark and eerie, and she couldn't lock her back door—so she decided to pack a case and come back over here. We stopped to listen to her radio. We could get the Mainland—and heard an unconfirmed report that the &lt;i&gt;West Virginia&lt;/i&gt; was gone.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Transcript from a letter by Gertrude Doyle:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm writing this today—you know that we are O.K. here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday A.M. Dec 7 Darling,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were awakened this morning by Pearl Harbor being bombed by the Japs. We haven't heard a thing as to what has happened or how it was made possible. The radio said the planes shot down had the "Rising Sun" on the tip of the wings. Oh! Pal how did they ever get in here. Guess it was going on before we waked up—I didn't sleep half the night, heard the clock strike five, so guess when I did finally get to sleep I was sleeping quite soundly and didn't hear the first part of it as it was mostly in Pearl Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the present time I can again hear the anti-aircraft guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's terribly nervewracking darling and everything on an emergency basis. The Army has warned everyone to keep off the street, no phone is allowed to be used. They want all the lines open for the emergency. Just called for about fifty doctors to report to the Tripler Hospital, saying that they were needed there on account of casualties. Whether they needed all of them there, or just some, they didn't say—But they did say they needed doctors there on account of casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else has gone on at Pearl Harbor they haven't said, so up to date we don't know—I could see puffs of black smoke in the air from our side bedroom window. It must have been from the anti-aircraft guns. The air seemed to be full of planes and we could hear the guns firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pal, I can't understand how we were surprised like this. Then to think that these horrible Japs had the nerve to try an attack on these islands. They don't seem to fear us to attack without declaring war. Of course the place has been placed on an emergency basis. What makes it so dreadfully heartbreaking to me is that this is war and now you will actually be in it. O darling Pal, that is my most terrible worry—your safety—God protect you my darling Pal and may you come through this terrible situation safely. We have the radio on. They are doing a grand job of it trying to keep the people calm, play jazz music, etc. Whenever necessary broadcast instructions to the people and report all necessary news items. We are told to keep the radio on for information, also that they will soon tell us what to do for tonight's blackout. They are calling all militia, Legion members, emergency ambulances, doctors etc. to their emergency stations. All Inter-Island ships and planes to the other Islands have stopped. All cars ordered off the streets. Can't even park them—If you haven't a garage, they are to be driven onto the lawn. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie Roper called me just before the order for everyone to keep off the streets—asked us over there—we were dressing to go but thought better of it so remained at home—Stoney isn't here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that we have the situation well in hand. Maybe we won't have another attack. Where are they coming from and how many are there? The Governor just announced his proclamation for a full emergency. He was terribly upset or scared—you could scarcely understand him. Sounded like he was ready to cry. I'm scared honey, I don't mind telling you. It affected me like an earthquake. Everything right now so calm—Don't know when another attack will come—and quiet. This is Sunday. Officers having no duty were home, others out "fishing", etc. Like Fred and Allan—so guess they got the word from their spies. We are at war at last. Out U.S. and these beautiful Hawaiian islands threatened by Japs. I can't go on. I'm just stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came around to tell us to fill everything with water. Told us that the Phillipines were being bombed—and God help and protect you my darling. Oh! I could just scream. You must be protected by God I couldn't bear it otherwise—if I only knew how you were out there—all my love is yours.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gertrude and "Pal" survived the war, as did their daughter, Jane, and her husband Fred. Fred's sister, Mary, lost her husband Allan on the Franklin in March of 1945.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3214636023357828085?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3214636023357828085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3214636023357828085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3214636023357828085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3214636023357828085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/12/sunday-morning-in-pearl-city.html' title='Sunday Morning In Honolulu'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5559454098717410008</id><published>2010-05-07T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T12:58:00.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Strawberry-Rhubarb Muffins</title><content type='html'>1 cup white flour&lt;br /&gt;3/4 wheat flour [we just used all-purpose for all]&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup white sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 teaspoons cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup chopped rhubarb&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup sliced strawberries&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon orange zest&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons freshly-squeezed orange juice&lt;br /&gt;1 egg, slightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup plain yogurt [we used strawberry &amp; vanilla]&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons canola/vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350º. Mix the dry ingredients together in a large bowl. Combine egg, milk, yogurt &amp; oil in a small bowl. Stir them into the dry ingredients until just moistened. Fold in rhubarb, strawberries, orange juice and zest. Pour batter into greased muffin tins. Sprinkle tops with white or raw sugar. Bake 20-25 minutes until golden brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5559454098717410008?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5559454098717410008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5559454098717410008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5559454098717410008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5559454098717410008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2010/05/strawberry-rhubarb-muffins.html' title='Strawberry-Rhubarb Muffins'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8392327278207003155</id><published>2009-12-26T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:37:48.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Unseen Academicals</title><content type='html'>A Pratchett book for Christmas! Excellent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Pratchett writes two flavors of books these days: Pretty straightforward plot-driven books, and Message books. This is not to say that Message books don't have fairly rollicking plots, or that the Plot books don't have the Message, but that some are stronger in one than the other. This one's interesting in that it does character development for some people who have been around for numerous books, and that it takes them in slightly unexpected directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder Stibbons— the only "sensible" member of the Unseen University staff— is busier than ever, but has managed to turn his intelligence towards something to make his life easier, i.e. understanding how to work Archchancellor Ridcully around. Ridcully, in turn, is still bluff and blustery but displays more of the intelligence that we've seen mere hints of before. Lord Vetinari, the Patrician, is as Machivellian as ever but displays a certain amount of human emotion other than annoyance or mild pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as plot goes, it's actually a comparatively minor event in Discworld terms. No end-of-the-world staff, no Dungeon Dimension Demons, no occult races making things difficult— just football (soccer, to us.) Okay, well, there's a god of football, but she makes almost no appearance, unusual in Chekhovian terms. And as far as message, it's the usual Pratchett commentary that people are individuals, but not presented very strongly. (Some books do bludgeon you over the head with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it good? Of course. Was it stellar? Well, not in terms of his overall body of work, but quite serviceable for all that. A lot of people may find it a disappointment if they're looking for Sturm und Drang. But it's quite likeable, and if you approach it as an exploration into characters in a less frenetic setting, you should enjoy it just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8392327278207003155?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8392327278207003155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8392327278207003155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8392327278207003155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8392327278207003155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2009/12/unseen-academicals.html' title='Unseen Academicals'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2580825759548531195</id><published>2009-12-14T16:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T16:43:56.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 14th in Sacramento, California</title><content type='html'>Elk Grove is a primarily suburban community about fifteen miles south of Sacramento. It has been incorporated for less than a decade but has more than tripled its population during that time, a fact which has led to an unfortunate proliferation of chain stores and a lack of Indian food. There is, however, at least one excellent Thai restaurant, which is where we eat if we bother to go out at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacramento itself has a rather interesting position. Most people in the state have a hate on for it because it is the heart of the screwed up policies of the state. Or they hate it because it doesn't have the culture of Los Angeles or San Francisco. (Yogurt has culture.) At any rate, that's not what I see. There are tons of natural areas, including the American River Parkway, which runs from downtown all the way up to Folsom Lake, 26 miles of undeveloped land with a bike trail through it. And Elk Grove is following that tradition, putting trails along its creeks. At some point in the future, they hope to connect them all up into one huge trail system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm dealing with any of that today. Today is a typical Mommy Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second Monday of the month is the day of a library play group, so I rousted Gareth before dawn. We dropped off his father at his work and drove up to see my parents, who are utterly heartbroken to have a grandchild come over so often. Heartbroken, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty typical morning. Gareth is beginning to be much clearer in his requests, through body language if nothing else, and it's pretty obvious when a child is trying to climb into the booster seat that he's hungry. He ate most of his oatmeal, but then Djadja came in and brought cereal, so he couldn't possibly stay in the seat. He went over and did his imitation of a baby bird, and Djadja obliged, spooning raisin bran into the open mouth. Gareth is going to be a big cereal child, I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The library play group was rather under-attended as it falls within the holiday break for many parents. For the first half-hour, there was one other child, a boy named Delano who was marvelously close in age to Gareth. To my astonishment, they proceeded to almost play with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this doesn't seem too astonishing to most people, but it's the first real indication we've had that Gareth understands that there are other children in the world. Moreover, he wasn't trying to take toys away from the other boy because he didn't want the other boy to have them, and was doing the same things Delano was because it looked interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, though, it was &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=215064928136&amp;ref=mf"&gt;run around, run around, run around&lt;/a&gt;. And eat, once the snacks were brought out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went home, he then proceeded to &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1186604630228&amp;subj=531043136"&gt;play with the dog&lt;/a&gt;. Pharaoh is an incredible find for my parents; he's never once displayed any nervousness around Gareth, and can take his toys back without so much as nipping Gareth's hand. He does have an unfortunate tendency to knock the boy over, since he doesn't seem to realize the discrepancy in their sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gareth doesn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, Nana held him for several episodes of Yo Gabba Gabba, his absolute favorite show. And then it was time to pick up Daddy and go home, where they are snuggling on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really area specific happened today. Last week was far more interesting, what with colds and frigid weather (for the area; some parts of the city actually got real snowfall) and ants in my pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write several blog posts about ants. I don't think they'd be very family-friendly, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2580825759548531195?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2580825759548531195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2580825759548531195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2580825759548531195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2580825759548531195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-14th-in-sacramento-california.html' title='December 14th in Sacramento, California'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1519073909917242490</id><published>2008-10-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:29:43.482-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: Scarecrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;Style: Shock&lt;br /&gt;Position: Front Porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/48444169/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/48444169_afbad3ed7b_m.jpg" width="159" height="240" alt="Relaxing" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, I admit this is something more for trick-or-treaters than it is for haunted houses, but I just loved this one when it was pulled on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once my heartrate had dropped, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This works best in a moderately busy neighborhood, where there is a somewhat steady stream of kids, but not so many that the next group can see what happens to the previous one. It's the ultimate in simplicity. On your dimly lit front porch (which was more of a front walkway in my 1950s-era ranch-style neighborhood), there is a chair in which a badly stuffed scarecrow is slumped, straw hat over the face. When the kids walks by, the scarecrow jumps up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is old clothes, some rope, a hat and some straw, and a person who can hold very, very still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1519073909917242490?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1519073909917242490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1519073909917242490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1519073909917242490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1519073909917242490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-scarecrow.html' title='Scenario: Scarecrow'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/33/48444169_afbad3ed7b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1747340822929966642</id><published>2008-10-17T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:29:31.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: the Dollhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dollhouse&lt;br /&gt;Style: Creep&lt;br /&gt;Position: Beginning to middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/53142452/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/53142452_286768068f_m.jpg" width="240" height="159" alt="Kernels" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you remember Toy Story, and the utter creepiness of the mutilated toys? For some reason, we are most disturbed by that paraphernalia which denotes the death of a child... or the death of childhood. For this room, the decor is that of a damaged playroom. Thrift shops or antique stores are the best source for this; if one were to provide mostly dolls that looked as though they were from the last century, this scenario would go very well with a Victorian-style haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dolls must be damaged in disturbing ways. Look to the art of Dave McKean (or the interior art of Oingo Boingo's CD &lt;i&gt;Boingo&lt;/i&gt;) for examples of how to go about this. One might, for example, remove the eyes of all of the dolls; this has always seemed to many people (including me) to be unutterably creepy. Or one might disassemble the dolls in a manner resembling vivisection. One could make an especially creepy jack-in-the-box by employing a Punch doll, a box, and a spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the dolls should be distressed and aged; a coating of dust (or whole-wheat flour) will also work well. You can arrange them on equally dusty furniture... or hang them from the ceiling in some ritual manner. If you have a dollhouse to use, arrange the dolls within for some gruesome scene, using fake blood only if you are sure it will not stain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1747340822929966642?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1747340822929966642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1747340822929966642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1747340822929966642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1747340822929966642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-dollhouse.html' title='Scenario: the Dollhouse'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/53142452_286768068f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8584370337147655838</id><published>2008-10-16T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:29:22.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: Religious Guardians</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious Guardians&lt;br /&gt;Style: Shock&lt;br /&gt;Position: Middle to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/58339254/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/26/58339254_5fe4ce8479_m.jpg" width="240" height="159" alt="Eye" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything you read can be fodder for a scenario. In this case, &lt;i&gt;Nightmares and Fairytales&lt;/i&gt; has a great sequence with nuns guarding an unspeakable horror that was the inspiration for this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will need for this is a room with a large door, one that can be made to look imposing. A painted plywood covering can mimic the look of a heavy wooden door, dark with age, particularly if two-by-fours are fastened to it. Don't forget the chains, locks, and other impedimentia that will keep the door from opening more than enough to stick a hand through. For safety's sake, consider a fake wall and door designed so that no one can get an arm caught when the door is slammed, as may happen at some point in the performance. Light the space on the far side with reds and black light, or strobes. Finish decorating the main room with cobwebs and dust and religious paraphernalia, particularly ornate crosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea is that you have religious figures, monks or nuns, praying to keep the guests of the house safe. Prayers featuring ornate Latin laced with "Vade retro, Satana" ("Get thee behind me, Satan,") are good. If you have a guide, have them wax eloquent about the dark forces behind the door— only to break off as the door starts to get forced open. The religious figures break off their prayers and chanting immediately and try to force the door closed (but not too hard; remember that we don't want to shut the door on anyone's arm!) as red light and fog start to pour out of the opening. Monsterish bits (zombie arms, tentacles, whatever you have on hand) start to force their way around the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is grabs someone and pulls their arm through. That person starts screaming; another monk or nun runs off to grab a crucifix. If you like, have the victim pull free and display a bloodied arm. Either the religious people lose control and start shouting for the guests to run or have them push the victim through the door— because once the monsters have bloodied you, you will become one of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8584370337147655838?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8584370337147655838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8584370337147655838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8584370337147655838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8584370337147655838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-religious-guardians.html' title='Scenario: Religious Guardians'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/26/58339254_5fe4ce8479_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2029747634212621783</id><published>2008-10-15T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:29:12.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenario: Bayou Witch</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The House of the Bayou Witch&lt;br /&gt;Style: Shock&lt;br /&gt;Position: Beginning to middle of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/48445040/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/48445040_eb4147aae8_m.jpg" width="159" height="240" alt="Feed Corn" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A dilapidated shack, hung about with moss, creepers, and snakes (can't forget the snakes), is the home of an old lady. She has crazy grey hair that sticks out at angles, scruffy and layered old clothes, and stumps out onto the porch to shout warnings at the guests. She tells them that anyone continuing on will certainly die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an alligator snaps out at the people from under the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, this is a very simple trick with a fairly low-tech prop. The alligator is no more than the front half with a mouth on hinges that is set to pop open. The more realistic this looks, the better, but scary is just fine. The prop is on a short rolling cart and the porch should be low enough to keep the mouth closed. While the old lady goes into her spiel, another actor (dressed in black) beneath the unlit porch takes careful note of where the feet are. He rolls the gator out quickly so as to miss any guests, and the prop does all the scare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of teeth are good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2029747634212621783?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2029747634212621783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2029747634212621783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2029747634212621783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2029747634212621783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-bayou-witch.html' title='Scenario: Bayou Witch'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/48445040_eb4147aae8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2844040209742595561</id><published>2008-10-14T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:29:04.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: In the Kitchen of Ghoulia Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Kitchen of Ghoulia Child&lt;br /&gt;Style: Shock&lt;br /&gt;Position: First half of house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/angrylambie/290206472/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/290206472_a4f61fd641_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/angrylambie/290206472/"&gt;Cannibal miniature golf&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/angrylambie/"&gt;angrylambie1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned Bayou Brewing Company haunted house had a role that I ended up defining, because I was the only one to truly get into it. This scenario requires two people and some specialized props, and both actors have to be willing to get into the roles because it doesn't work otherwise. The name "Ghoulia Child" was a newspaper columnist's invention; she started out aged and grey but we soon discovered it was much more effective if she were young, perky, and wearing a pretty apron. The chemicals involved can stain, so be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group enters into a deli. In the case are plaster replicas of horribly punnish foods - ladyfingers, head cheese, face in the pie, and the like. A pretty young woman comes up and starts exclaiming in delight about the customers. After a short spiel, she offers the guests their choice of meat from a head on the platter. She slices into it - blood starts pouring down, the head opens its eyes, and starts screaming. With many apologies, the guests are sent on their way, Miss Child hoping that she'll see them again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "head on a platter" trick is well known; I won't explain it here except to note that the platter edge should be well-padded and is most effective when hidden with "extras" such as plastic fruit. The guy we had was a towhead blond; with makeup, he looked as if he were plaster too. The butcher knife was, of course, plastic. How did we do the blood? There's a theatrical compound, called A-B blood, which is sold in two bottles. Apart, they're clear. Put them together, there's blood. They are safe to use on the skin but prolonged exposure (such as over the course of several weeks) can cause irritation, so consider putting a piece of fake skin on the forehead (as the most visible place to cut.) Put one chemical on the skin and one on the knife, and wash it off after every group. And make sure the guy can scream - one guy we used didn't do anything, greatly lessening the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said above, Ghoulia Child became very perky. People are more disturbed at the happy fun psychopath than the dark, brooding one. In fact, my spiel - which was entirely improvised at the start - was delivered in a bouncy manner, the better to talk over any replies. The spiel, as I remember it, eventually ended up something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Customers! Oh, it's been so long since I've had" (licks lips) "customers. Come in, come in. Would you like some head cheese? Or face in the pie? I'm afraid my ladyfingers are a bit stale..." (looks at one woman's hands) "but I'm sure I could get some fresher ones if you're so inclined. It's been a while since anyone's been by... Oh! I know! You're just in time, I just got someone out of the oven!" (indicates head on platter) "It was mother's favorite recipe, you know." (reminiscent) "She went so well with it... Well, let's dig in. Would you like light meat or dark?" (Slices head, which opens eyes and starts screaming.) "Oh. Oh dear. He needs a bit more cooking." (group starts leaving) "Do come back sometime. Bring your friends!" (thinks) "Bring your enemies! We'll have a ROAST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With something such as this, you don't want a fully prepared script, because guests are unpredictable, up to and including bringing small children into a haunted house which they are obviously unprepared for. (The scene ended up bowlderized more than once because of small children.) Instead, pick an actor who is capable of improvising, because who knows? They might come up with some better puns...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2844040209742595561?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2844040209742595561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2844040209742595561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2844040209742595561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2844040209742595561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-in-kitchen-of-ghoulia-child.html' title='Scenario: In the Kitchen of Ghoulia Child'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/290206472_a4f61fd641_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2191795446511134342</id><published>2008-10-13T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:28:55.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: Haunted Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted Room&lt;br /&gt;Style: Creep&lt;br /&gt;Position: Anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/267499270/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/267499270_d41c47b401_m.jpg" width="240" height="212" alt="What Has Become Of the Old Home?" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's almost normal. If it weren't for the dust, one could imagine someone walking into the room, turning on the lights, and reading in a chair while listening to the record player. Funny, though: the power is off, but the record is still spinning, and the chair is rocking as though somebody just left... and do I hear whispers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a simple concept. All you do is have a room with a few disturbing elements. If it's a child's bedroom, a broken doll is normally disturbing, as are stuffed animals with spiderwebs on them. A spinning record player, particularly with a broken record, adds to the eeriness of the scene. (You do not need to have any sound coming out of the player; the simple spinning element is enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ghostly rocker is exceedingly simple. If you know someone who is mechanically inclined, they can make a little motor to rock the chair, but a hidden actor with a length of dark string is enough. (The room should be kept dim regardless.) A simple recording of overlaid whispers* and barely audible music or sounds should be enough to set the stage for a grand shock later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Friesian is a language that is almost the inverse of English: while English is a Germanic language through a French filter, Friesian is a French language through a Germanic filter. I am told that English speakers find Friesian to hover on the edge of understanding since the sound and feel of it is almost identical to English. If you know anyone who speaks it, I'm sure that Friesian whispers would be maddeningly cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2191795446511134342?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2191795446511134342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2191795446511134342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2191795446511134342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2191795446511134342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-haunted-room.html' title='Scenario: Haunted Room'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/83/267499270_d41c47b401_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-163187202405974191</id><published>2008-10-12T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:28:46.737-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: Bugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/1387464400/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/1387464400_300e070918_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Praying Mantis" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bugs&lt;br /&gt;Style: Creep&lt;br /&gt;Position: Hallway or in between rooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is simpler than this classic bit of creepiness. A dim hallway has clear fishline of varying lengths hanging from the ceiling. The guests can't see them, yet they're getting touches on their faces, light, brushing touches. If there are plastic bugs on the walls and perhaps a hint of moving light, those bugs will seem to move, thoroughly creeping those who cannot stand the thought of bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An alternate and popular alternative is to have a room with a strobe and flourescent dots painted on a black background, along with hanging balls in similar flourescent colors. This is very disorienting and it is possible for an adult in black with flourescent dots to hide in the room and create scares as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-163187202405974191?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/163187202405974191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=163187202405974191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/163187202405974191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/163187202405974191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-bugs.html' title='Scenario: Bugs'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/1387464400_300e070918_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8000247931837561191</id><published>2008-10-11T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:28:38.700-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: Victorian Parlor</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victorian Parlor&lt;br /&gt;Style: Creep&lt;br /&gt;Position: Beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/502677642_a8d31feba2_m.jpg" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/502677642_a8d31feba2_m.jpg" width="159" height="240" alt="Theater Ghost" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The antechamber is dark and lit by lanterns or candles (there are many electrical styles available for safety purposes.) The antique-style furniture is dusty or swathed in sheets for storage. The walls are covered in pictures. On closer examination, all of these pictures are "death photos" - pictures of people who have just died. (See "The Others" or several &lt;a href="http://thanatos.net/galleries/categories.php?cat_id=1"&gt;online sources&lt;/a&gt; for examples.) There is no heat. There are spiderwebs everywhere. A girl in a Victorian outfit enters, carrying a hand lantern. She is the tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this scenario is to set the stage. This is an abandoned Victorian house; why was it abandoned? The photos of actual dead people on the walls are for atmosphere, because though Victorians found it completely natural to have a photograph of a loved one who had passed away, we look at it as downright creepy. The story can go anywhere from here - are there ghosts? Was there a murder? Is it possible that everyone is trapped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most death photos are out of copyright. You can scan them at a library if it has any, but be careful because a published book may have a copyright even if the original image doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technical note: If the only pictures you can obtain are digital and at a small resolution, Photoshop has a sweet spot in the algorithm which you can use to make the pictures large enough for your purposes. Go to Image—&gt;Adjust—&gt;Image Size, and change the percentage to 110%. (If you write this to an Action, done by picking Action—&gt;Record and then doing the above steps, you can redo this by simply clicking one button.) Repeat until the picture is big enough; if the resolution is still low, go to Image—&gt;Adjust—&gt;Image Size and unclick the Resample Image button. Change the resolution to 300dpi. You'll notice that the size of the image chages; go back to your action and do it until the size is what you wish it to be. (Hint courtesy of Scott Kelby and his Photoshop tips books.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8000247931837561191?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8000247931837561191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8000247931837561191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8000247931837561191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8000247931837561191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-victorian-parlor.html' title='Scenario: Victorian Parlor'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/193/502677642_a8d31feba2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7341001510567669317</id><published>2008-10-10T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:28:30.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Scenario: Cemetery</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Style: Creep&lt;br /&gt;Position: Entry or outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/53134974/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/53134974_f6dd73d31f_m.jpg" width="159" height="240" alt="Stalking Corn" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have the outdoors area to have it, a cemetery is very effective. Styrofoam headstones are good, as are wooden headstones. If you are really ambitious, or have someone really talented, look to old cemeteries for inspiration for decorations. There should be plenty of dead leaves around, and there are many electric lanterns that can mimic real lanterns quite well. (Please, please, please be very careful if you choose to use real candles.) Fake cobwebs are good, and carefully used dry ice completes the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Halloween store can sell you props that will be quite effective, but for pure creep factor, nothing beats a little bit of applied research. Go online and find common first and last names from 14 to 20 years ago, as chances are that you will hit on some quite close to your target audience. Put dates that are just a few days in the future. A teenaged girl who, for example, sees the name of her best friend on a tombstone with a death date just a few days away is going to get freaked out— and you haven't even done anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An indoor cememtery is, of necessity, quite limited. Consider having a headstone with a face-shaped hole in it, so that an actor with white or stone makeup on can make faces at the guests. (Underlight them for the most effective mood.) Dry ice can also be used, but try asking a local theater if they have a dry ice fog machine. That's the thing that gets the fog crawling across the floor— a very disturbing image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7341001510567669317?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7341001510567669317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7341001510567669317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7341001510567669317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7341001510567669317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/scenario-cemetery.html' title='Scenario: Cemetery'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/53134974_f6dd73d31f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4523799544295676</id><published>2008-10-09T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:28:21.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Positioning</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/304019107/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/304019107_aacb9d20bd_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Copper Jack" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When planning your haunted house, sometimes &lt;i&gt;where&lt;/i&gt; is not important as &lt;i&gt;when&lt;/i&gt;. I mentioned in the Narrative section that the best haunted houses have a story. Everyone knows (or should know) about &lt;a href="http://www.musik-therapie.at/PederHill/Structure&amp;Plot.htm"&gt;story arcs&lt;/a&gt;, most wonderfully explained at the link. The idea is that you build tension until the climax, and then release it through the denouement. Admittedly, with a haunted house the relief comes from &lt;i&gt;leaving&lt;/i&gt;, but the relief is there all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's very important that you don't start off with your biggest scare. Sure, the Devil rising from the depths of Hell, screaming legions of the damned clutched in his talons and fire spouting from his mouth is cool, but what do you do for an encore? There's a reason Dante's Inferno starts at the outside and works in toward the image of Satan, and it isn't theological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to &lt;i&gt;build&lt;/i&gt; to your greatest scare. Sometimes this is simple: figure out what your scariest thing is and put it last. Find your not-so-scary things and put them early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can, get your guests dreading your later scares. If you will be chasing them out of the house with a chainsaw-wielding maniac, have copious amounts of fake blood and fragments of newspaper stories around. ("Mysterious Slaying At Cabin!" and the like.) If vampires are your thing, strands of garlic and Gothic crucifixes are good for the decor. But whatever you do, build. A blood-drained corpse is scarier before you meet the monster who drained it; afterward it is not warning but verification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important trick is the "big reveal." A monster that jumps out at someone is better than one waiting at the end of the hall for them to draw near. Place something scary or shocking just around a corner so a guest turns and is suddenly confronted with something horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position your scares appropriately and you'll make your house a thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Scenarios!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4523799544295676?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4523799544295676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4523799544295676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4523799544295676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4523799544295676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-positioning.html' title='Haunted Houses: Positioning'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/114/304019107_aacb9d20bd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1678753089122156781</id><published>2008-10-08T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:28:11.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Props</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/58370411/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/58370411_7e580b7c0c_m.jpg" width="159" height="240" alt="Larry the Skull" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just as it is important to have costumes, it is important to have props. Props— short for "properties"— are those bits and pieces that clutter up your rooms, the things you hold, the tools you use. While you can mime a lot of things, you have to have really good actors to do a haunted house without props.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally enough, most people will look to Halloween stores for prop pieces. In general, this is not the best idea as they can be cheesy and expensive. Go ahead and get a few set pieces from the holiday store, but make or find the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprisingly good reference for prop spectaculars is &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/halloween?lnc=a489cf380e1dd010VgnVCM1000005b09a00aRCRD&amp;rsc=leftnav_holiday_holiday"&gt;Martha Stewart&lt;/a&gt;. MS Living has published ideas from your dry ice cauldron to mock hanging moss made from black trashbags. There's step-by-step instructions on the many uses of cheesecloth. Cheesecloth is inexpensive and versatile. Further prop instructions can be found online at &lt;a href="http://www.ghostsofhalloween.com/"&gt;Ghosts of Halloween&lt;/a&gt;. More cheesecloth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't always have to start from scratch. Look around your house. Especially look around your tool shed. Take a look at the dollar bin of an antique store. Find something strange and wonderful and disturbing, and figure out how to work it in. Even a perfectly ordinary cellphone can be good if you rig it to ring its absurdly cheery little ring... from the bottom of a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one problem with props, however, and that is they will get damaged. Don't use your mint-condition heirloom as a prop, and likewise don't use anything that is apt to break. If using an electric tool of any description, find some way to render it harmless. A chainsaw, for instance, is perfectly safe once it's had its chain removed— there's nothing to cut or tear, and in dim light your guests won't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing about props is "don't be boring."  &lt;i&gt;Anyone&lt;/i&gt; can get the crawling hand from the holiday store. It takes imagination to make some old paper and photographs scary, but it's worth the extra effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Positioning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1678753089122156781?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1678753089122156781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1678753089122156781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1678753089122156781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1678753089122156781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-props.html' title='Haunted Houses: Props'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/25/58370411_7e580b7c0c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2551013517863011</id><published>2008-10-07T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:28:03.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Actors</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/281494039/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/82/281494039_2766ddc6a5_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="The Grim Reaper Joins the Party" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, you've got a location, and props, and scenarios, and insurance, so now you need the all-important part: the actors. Actors who get into the story are the ones who make a haunted house successful; they engage the guests in ways that mere props alone cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, finding such wonderful people is a difficult task, especially at prices you can afford. Serious actors know their worth, and a person who is just going through the motions— actors call it "phoning it in"— hammers home the unreality to the guest. Someone who is obviously bored makes a haunted house boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you get good actors, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, expect to audition far more people than you actually use. If you can't bring in enough people to have a choice, you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; have a problem. (An exception is if you are part of a theater group who is voluntarily putting on a haunted house, because everyone involved will be acting their hearts out for the house to succeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you will have to consider whether volunteers are worth the price. Sometimes a group of apathetic volunteers is more costly in the long run than paid actors. If your house is boring or unenthusiastic, the all-important repeat business simply does not happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, a large number of the people who want to work in a haunted house will be minors. This can be problematic. Check the labor laws for your area to make sure that any underage employees are properly taken care of in terms of hours, breaks, permits, and pay scale. You may also want to limit their participation to areas where they cannot be cornered by belligerent guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, sad to say, many minors are unaware of the demands of working in a haunted house and absenteeism is common. Carefully screen to make sure you hire reliable teenagers. They do exist, no matter what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good places to look for haunted house talent are the local community theater groups and colleges. If you can find an improv group, that's gold. Also consider people who have done such things as work at summer camp or who have worked with small children, as they are used to infusing everyday activities with enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for payment, remember that you get what you pay for. A community haunted house can get away with pizza and sodas as payment, but a professional operation should certainly be paying at least minimum wage, and probably a good bit above that. Haunted houses should be fun for all involved, and because there are hazards that most guests never see, the pay should reflect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Props&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2551013517863011?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2551013517863011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2551013517863011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2551013517863011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2551013517863011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-actors.html' title='Haunted Houses: Actors'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/82/281494039_2766ddc6a5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3176445875132755384</id><published>2008-10-06T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:27:54.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Guests</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/304016104/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/304016104_cf14e6215b_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Hanging Skeleton" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The truth of the matter is that no matter how carefully you plan your haunted house, something is bound to go wrong as soon as the guests appear. It can be as accidental as the guests noticing some problem that you and the rest of the staff managed to completely overlook, or it might be as deliberate as the trashing of the sets that occurred on Halloween at the Bayou Brewing Company's haunted house. Guests can be mirthful or terrified, skeptical or gullible, overprotective or downright dangerous. You have to be aware of the possibilities and how to minimize danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, there are two forms of haunted house: controlled and uncontrolled. An uncontrolled house is a bunch of set pieces that guests are allowed to freely wander through. This works pretty well for houses geared towards kids under 12 but can be a preparation for disaster with older groups. The aforementioned Bayou Brewing Company house was uncontrolled; though the maze was set up to push the guests in one direction, anyone who wished to loiter could do so unimpeded, and anyone who wanted to put a foot through a piece of panelling could do so in relative privacy with no fear of getting caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A controlled house is one where the guests are led through the house, such as the "Aliens" setup I described earlier. This usually requires a leader &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; a follower; the follower is specifically charged with keeping the stragglers up and with making sure any children or adults who need to leave suddenly for any reason are escorted to the nearest exit. This has the benefit of reducing vandalism but requires a larger manpower commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a controlled or uncontrolled environment, one thing must be taken into consideration: You are not allowed to touch the guests. Ever. Not to grab them or to scare them; not to tap them on the shoulder; not to stop them from kicking an antique into pieces. The unfortunate truth of the matter is that in our lawsuit-happy culture, even the slightest touch might prove the fodder for a personal injury lawsuit. Don't give yourself that kind of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, looming, screaming, growling, and general menace are all allowed. And, naturally, if there is a medical or safety issue, you are allowed to intervene as would any bystander. If you are really concerned about vandalism, consider hiring a security guard who can take care of troublemakers in ways that you cannot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is always the possibility of unintentional damage. A frightened person might run against a wall, or over a prop. The only thing to do in such circumstances is to back off and let the person calm down. If the guest gets hysterical, call for a plainclothes staff member to escort the guest out. (A costumed character might frighten the person more.) This is a rare occurence but one that should be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above all, be flexible, and react to the guests as much as possible. An interactive haunted house is more interesting than a static museum setup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next Up: Actors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3176445875132755384?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3176445875132755384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3176445875132755384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3176445875132755384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3176445875132755384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-guests.html' title='Haunted Houses: Guests'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/304016104_cf14e6215b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5827260585475178110</id><published>2008-10-05T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:27:45.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Practical Considerations</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/281521965/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/109/281521965_b577931568_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="The Ghost of the Haunted House" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haunted houses are not, alas, very cheap to put on in practical terms. There is the cost of the location; there is the necessity of obtaining actors; and, in most cases, there are props to be acquired or built. And, of course, there is a need to get guests - usually paying guests - to the haunted house, which means advertising costs.&lt;br /&gt;Rare is the setup which has plenty of money and manpower - usually there is a tradeoff. A well-funded enterprise might have access only to those indifferent, unwilling, or just plain unknowledgeable, or a group of theater students might have the paltry profit from the last student production. A volunteer group might have to put up with bored teens just helping to get required "service" credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general terms then, these will be the probable costs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Location. Unless one of your group is someone with a handy building just sitting around, it is likely that your group will have to rent a suitable building for your haunted house. Warehouses are very popular for these purposes, but be aware that such a building requires excessive construction of interior "walls". An actual building can be used, but be aware that there is a large probability that the location will be damaged over the course of a run, sometimes even deliberately. (More on that later.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actors. While you might be in a group of friends who think that putting on a haunted house is the coolest thing in the world, chances are that you will need to solicit other people. Obviously, volunteers are cheap, but they vary in quality from sublime to sub-par. Some may even be entirely unreliable. Your best bet is to look for theater students, but be aware that they are saavy and will only work in quality conditions. (If you are unable to provide financial recompense, try to arrange a crediting scheme with the school or university. That way, the students get recompensed in the form of grades and extra credit.) In other words, if you are treating your actors badly, don't be surprised when they stop showing up entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All paid positions &lt;b&gt;must follow your local business laws&lt;/b&gt;. In fact, with certain for-profit haunted houses, you may not be able to accept more than a certain percentage of volunteer help - make sure you know where you stand before you start.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Props and Sets. You can't get around the fact that folding chairs and T-shirts and jeans, by themselves, don't make for a very effective scare. Whether it's fishline or a &lt;a href="http://www.scarefactory.com/"&gt;fully automated screaming skeleton&lt;/a&gt;, props will cost money and time. If you do haunted houses every year, the props become a sunk cost, getting used year after year, but when you're first starting off they can be large.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insurance. This is the one that nobody thinks about. No matter how many disclaimers a guest may sign, there is still the risk that someone will get hurt— or claim to get hurt— in order to win a suit. Actors also pose a need for insurance; some stunts are dangerous. (Due to the chance of &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/horrors/freakish/hanging.htm"&gt;accidental hangings&lt;/a&gt;, it is advised that any "hanging corpses" be dummies rather than actors.) Keep yourself safe; if the event is open to the general public, make sure to carry the proper insurance. (Safety precautions can minimize the cost of insurance. Be sure to ask the insurance adjustor about them.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A haunted house is a major undertaking. Make sure you know what is involved before you start the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Guests&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5827260585475178110?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5827260585475178110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5827260585475178110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5827260585475178110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5827260585475178110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-practical-considerations.html' title='Haunted Houses: Practical Considerations'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/109/281521965_b577931568_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5169182240871475629</id><published>2008-10-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:27:36.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Narrative</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/304012193/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/304012193_3b79b5bd92_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Dem Dry Bones" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This section could also be called "How to Build a Scare." Most people don't realize how a scare needs to be crafted; the legions of bad horror movies are a testament to that. Relentless attacks on the senses produce stupor, not fright; a true craftsmaster will also prefer to let the audience use imagination to produce a scare rather than showing his hand too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Alien, the first movie? The title creature got very little screen time and, in fact, was not evident for the first half of the movie. What was evident was the disquieting elements: the radio gone silent, the skittering noises, the movement caught out of the corner of the eye. When the audience first saw the facehuggers, they were so keyed up that it was far more frightening than if those creatures had been in view from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with painting, the white space is important. In this case, it is the calm before the storm. Don't be afraid to let your guests have to wait during an early part of the tour, especially if it is in an area geared to produce disquiet. You could have a bloody antechamber with desperate handprints near the exit and a near-constant dripping sound nearby. You could have a coffin with chains around it. You could have a plain room - but with random scratching coming from the other side of the wall. Such a setup not only gets the guests worried but engages their imaginations - what is that sound supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, save your biggest scares for the end. If you've got a killer with a chainsaw at the beginning, don't be surprised when the guests merely shrug at the cartoony witch near the end. The trick is to lull the guests into thinking that everything is normal and then hit them with a shock or a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, to continue with the Aliens theme, above, the entry could be of a typical space station, with a tour guide willing to show them the new state-of-the-art facility. After pointing out a few things in typical tour-guide fashion, he has to communicate with someone else on the team, who does not answer. (Disquiet.) Then a little skittering noise is heard. The tour guide makes a few calming comments but is obviously disturbed himself. As he leads the group into the next room, he realizes that it is in disarray. (More disquiet.) He realizes that something is wrong and he tries to contact someone else. No answer. He instructs the group to stay where they are and then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a minute, more skittering sounds are heard, distinctly moving from one side of the room toward another. The lights flicker. Something moves past the door, too fast to be seen. The tour guide's scream is heard, then laser-style shooting or explosions. The tour guide, considerably worse for wear, shows up and instructs the group to follow him. After passing by some destroyed rooms, the tour guide starts indicating that he feels ill. (You could see that one coming.) His shirt starts jumping, and he points the group on. Heavy footsteps are heard behind. The tour guide screams for the group to run. They do, and then the lights go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, there is a pause while strange noises happen around them. Then a couple of marines show up with flashlights and urge the group to follow them. As they are hurried past a junction, one of the marines is pulled away abruptly, screaming. The group can barely see something, something big. The other marine points them towards the "escape pod" (possibly an elevator), which the group crowds in. The doors take forever to close, during which time the group can almost see something big coming towards them. The marine shoots, but is pulled down. The doors finally close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this narrative, the true shape of the alien is never seen. This is especially good if your creature-building skills are suboptimal. The use of dark is important; people fear what they can't see. And leaving the group alone at points leaves them adrift - they don't know what they are supposed to do, and the confusion adds to the sense of fear. By crafting a story from beginning to end, the sense of control rests firmly with the actors, and the fear inspired when the guests are a part of the narrative is increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Practical Considerations&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5169182240871475629?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5169182240871475629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5169182240871475629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5169182240871475629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5169182240871475629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-narrative.html' title='Haunted Houses: Narrative'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/99/304012193_3b79b5bd92_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5820158535138053592</id><published>2008-10-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:27:26.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Themes</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/304012184/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/304012184_ea5a618e6d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Stalking Corn" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When setting up a haunted house, a theme can be your greatest ally in crafting the scare. By insuring that all of the frightening elements have something in common, the actors do not end up by confusing the guests but can instead build on each element into a complete storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A theme does not have to be complicated and can, for example, be built around props or costumes that the group already has. For example, if the actors are primarily drawn from the Society for Creative Anachronism, your theme could be that of a Medieval Torture House, or the Tower of London with all of its attendant ghosts. Drawing on common costume elements available today, one could create a house based on Movie Moster Horror, with Freddy Kreuger, Béla Lugosi's Dracula, and Elvira in attendance. Or if the location is a creepy Victorian-era house, one could, well, do Victorian Horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college, I took part in a haunted house run by a pseudo-Louisiana company called the Bayou Brewing Company. Naturally, the haunted house had swamp-themed elements in it; however, even though it was very well-designed, it did not have a coherent theme. This became a problem later on when the designer left, because the company gentleman in charge did not have the same sense of drama that the designer had; he allowed the various different elements to blend, which not only sapped the tension but caused confusion - the Aliens birth scene does not, for example, go very well with the creepy swamp guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are running on a tight budget and can only do a haunted house with the different elements on hand, make sure that you spend a lot of time crafting the narrative. I call it a narrative because it is exactly that: a storyline crafted by the actors and the guests together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Narrative&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5820158535138053592?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5820158535138053592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5820158535138053592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5820158535138053592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5820158535138053592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-themes.html' title='Haunted Houses: Themes'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/304012184_ea5a618e6d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7146384286810206852</id><published>2008-10-02T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:27:17.643-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Community</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2007&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/48445043/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/48445043_446ce105a2_m.jpg" width="240" height="159" alt="Faces" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How well do you know your community? Do you know if it's primarily singles or families? Or maybe it's an aging community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing your market is essential to designing your haunted house. A Mike Meyers Halloween will play well to your young adults but will be given a wide berth by both your young families and your older folk. And planning a loud haunted house next to a nursing home would be, as they say, a Bad Idea. So the first thing you need to do is to figure out your target audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing you need to do is figure out how wide your range is going to be. If you're setting up a professional house with a large advertising budget, your target audience will be drawn from a large geographic area. Those kinds of haunted houses need to promise and deliver huge thrills to get the people to visit and return. In fact, that type of haunted house would do well to have variances in the scenarios so as to provide something new on every visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the most part, your house is likely to be a local affair, and the first thing to do is consider the demographics of your location. If it's kid-centric, with lots of playgrounds and parents with strollers, you'll probably want to design a house for the younger set, with storytelling and minor scares rather than the heavy-duty thrills. If it's teens in the area, you can go a bit stronger. And if you're in the neighborhood of a university or community college, you've hit a sweet spot— both your workers and your guests are likely to come from the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing to take into account is the local interests. See what clubs and organizations are popular in the area. A local history club can be a great source of inspiration. Local "ghosts," complete with accurate historical personalities, will add a unique flavor to the proceedings. Or perhaps your area is big on football. Why not have a haunted team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is, of course, to get the community on your side. Don't set your house in a heavily residential area and be loud late into the night. Make sure to provide safe areas outside your house. And figure out concessions you can make if people will be upset with you— it is not done to be the neighborhood bogeyman, even if you have a bogeyman in your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Themes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7146384286810206852?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7146384286810206852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7146384286810206852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7146384286810206852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7146384286810206852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-community.html' title='Haunted Houses: Community'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/48445043_446ce105a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8727839770168053727</id><published>2008-10-01T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:27:07.702-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted houses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><title type='text'>Haunted Houses: Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/281489527/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/109/281489527_9292cbaa1f_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="Freddy" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" / align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In October, thoughts turn to Halloween, and many people celebrate by going to productions known as haunted houses. These can vary from the community production to the Hollywood-produced theme house, but the level of money put into a production is no indication of quality. A so-called amatuer production can pack more punch than a professionally created one; the true indicator of quality is in the level of planning and quality of participators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two basic types of haunted house: the Creep and the Shock. The Creep is a type where little things happen to make the guest uneasy, such as skitterings in the ceiling. A good example of a horror movie where Creep is the major factor is The Others, where the isolation and confusion lead to a sense of dread. The Shock is a more in-your-face kind of horror, where frightening things might jump out at you. A subset of Shock is Gore, where blood and guck rule the day. This is more of the Nightmare On Elm Street or Friday the 13th kind of production. Of course, the best haunted houses partake of both Creep and Shock; a bad haunted house in one that either never elevates the fright level above Creep, or that abuses Shock until the guest is bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of how the movie Alien (the original) delayed showing the alien for as long as possible; the tension was drawn out by using strange noises and half-hidden glimpses. Horror movies of this stripe are a good example of how to construct a haunted house; they have a gradual build to an eventual climax. If one constructs a haunted house in the same manner as one constructs a good story, the house will have a greater impact than a strung together collection of random scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When deciding to produce a haunted house, one should take into consideration the following aspects:&lt;br /&gt;-The location. A haunted house is nothing without a "house", whether that is an actual house, a warehouse, or a community center. The shape of the space that you obtain will have a direct effect on the types of scenes that you are able to produce.&lt;br /&gt;-The actors. The quality of people you have available to you will help determine the level of haunted house you can produce. There was one haunted house I participated in where a large number of high schoolers volunteered to help fulfill community service credit; most of them didn't care about the haunted house and were little more than indifferent actors. The house suffered as a result because there were too many roles that required an active commitment.&lt;br /&gt;-The resources. This includes the amount of money that is available for the house, but this can be offset by willing volunteers and available props.&lt;br /&gt;-The community. Is this a suburban neighborhood where they will bring their kids (even if you specify an age limit)? Then you should take this into account and ensure either a low-key haunted house or a safe area where children can be looked after while their family takes the tour. Is it a teen-heavy area? You might want to go for the gore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you have figured out where, when, and how your haunted house will take place, you will be able to pick your theme, and begin to design your haunted house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next up: Community. *NEW*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8727839770168053727?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8727839770168053727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8727839770168053727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8727839770168053727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8727839770168053727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-houses-introduction.html' title='Haunted Houses: Introduction'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/109/281489527_9292cbaa1f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-892386955729478831</id><published>2008-09-17T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:19:00.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Not Dead, Just Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/2830659681/" title="Morning Nap by the Dragonweaver, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2830659681_ed33c5120c.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Morning Nap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-892386955729478831?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/892386955729478831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=892386955729478831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/892386955729478831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/892386955729478831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-dead-just-busy.html' title='Not Dead, Just Busy'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2830659681_ed33c5120c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8928339053223480608</id><published>2008-05-23T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:40:44.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gareth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/2515194152/" title="Tummy Time by the Dragonweaver, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2515194152_60ef925e5b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Tummy Time" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gareth Edmund Hansen Durbin&lt;br /&gt;May 20th, 2008, 1:23 AM&lt;br /&gt;9 pounds, 14.6 ounces, 20 inches long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8928339053223480608?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8928339053223480608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8928339053223480608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8928339053223480608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8928339053223480608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the World'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/2515194152_60ef925e5b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-577060141828855844</id><published>2008-05-18T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:51:09.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gilbert and Sullivan'/><title type='text'>Gondoliers— Arrival of Plaza Toro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXkqXqBgjZ4"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXkqXqBgjZ4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-577060141828855844?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/577060141828855844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=577060141828855844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/577060141828855844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/577060141828855844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2008/05/gondoliers-arrival-of-plaza-toro.html' title='Gondoliers— Arrival of Plaza Toro'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6946017407181125743</id><published>2008-05-11T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:03:27.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Night Watch Series</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/213SVVSDFHL._SL500_AA180_.jpg" title="The Night Watch" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51KQ2P7V1RL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" title="The Day Watch" border="0"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/412WNi%2B9lJL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" title="The Twilight Watch" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Night Watch Series&lt;p&gt;Sergei Lukyanenko&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2007 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Watch-Sergei-Lukyanenko/dp/1401359795/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1210548797&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Night Watch"&gt;Night Watch product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Watch-Sergei-Lukyanenko/dp/1401359795/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1210548797&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Day Watch"&gt;Day Watch product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Night-Watch-Sergei-Lukyanenko/dp/1401359795/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1210548797&amp;sr=8-2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Twilight Watch"&gt;Twilight Watch product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Fiction, Fantasy (translated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Russian series has given birth to a trilogy of European movies that have won great acclaim. It is about the long battle between the forces of the Light and the Dark, in the form of people called the Others. The Others are those who can go into the Twilight, and once they are initiated there, the Twilight draws out which side the Other will be upon. If truth be told, the mental state of the Other &lt;i&gt;at that moment&lt;/i&gt; is the guiding factor, so the forces of the Light and the forces of the Dark watch very carefully for potentials, each hoping to initiate a person at the correct time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sides have to be circumspect in their dealings, as a long-held truce is in place to keep both sides in check. Thus the forces of the Light have the Night Watch, to look over the dealings of the Dark, while those of the Dark have the Day Watch, to look over the dealings of the Light. An Other who works for the Night Watch may not turn a person toward the path of good without allowing an Other of the Dark a similar level of intervention. Both sides are watched over by the Inquisition, members of both sides who are alll too aware of the tragedy that an imbalance could cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is backstory. Also part of the setting is the essential distinction between the two forces, that those of the Light truly believe that they are shepherding ordinary humans for an overall better world, while those of the Dark feel as though personal freedom is the most important ideal. It is worth noting that neither side requires attendance, and that the Light is, perhaps, a bit understaffed for the Night Watch, while the Dark has no trouble getting volunteers— or with going through them in a rather callous fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series primarily centers around the actions of Anton Gorodetsky, a member of the Night Watch who has only been an Other for perhaps seven years, and is thus still fairly human in his attitudes. There are several novellettes in each volume, each one leading to the final confrontation. Lukyanenko is quite clever in setting these confrontations up; none of them are quite what they seem, and all are plotted in a way that suggests mystery rather than dark fantasy. Anton is, in most of these tales, not supposed to be the central character, but he ends up understanding, perhaps, how the intricate machinations of both sides could lead to tragedy if comething goes wrong. He is in the position of the simple man who unravels the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These novels, naturally enough, are set in and around Moscow, but aside from that, and the occasional hints of Russian history dropped in, there is little to confuse an American reader. Much props to the translator for his work on this series. Also do not be fooled by the copyright dates as these books were primarily written before 2002; a few cultural notes might seem strange otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more note: these books are marketed as fantasy/horror, but in truth I found nothing in them as dark as, say, Charles De Lint. Certainly nothing on the level of Stephen King. So please, do not avoid them on that account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6946017407181125743?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6946017407181125743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6946017407181125743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6946017407181125743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6946017407181125743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-watch-series.html' title='The Night Watch Series'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7868572807313589580</id><published>2008-03-22T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T19:43:12.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resucito</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5-sfQxZB7k&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v5-sfQxZB7k&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resucitó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7868572807313589580?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7868572807313589580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7868572807313589580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7868572807313589580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7868572807313589580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2008/03/resucito.html' title='Resucito'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3002824298950456381</id><published>2008-01-04T18:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:42:27.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/2121137805/" title="Christmas Kitty by the Dragonweaver, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2121137805_02643ab30d.jpg" width="500" height="401" alt="Christmas Kitty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3002824298950456381?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3002824298950456381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3002824298950456381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3002824298950456381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3002824298950456381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2008/01/lights.html' title='Lights'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2181/2121137805_02643ab30d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1068347811330803751</id><published>2007-12-27T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:12:06.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. It's a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/2141947479/" title="P.S. It's a Boy by the Dragonweaver, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2192/2141947479_d9a8211119.jpg" width="500" height="383" alt="P.S. It's a Boy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1068347811330803751?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1068347811330803751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1068347811330803751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1068347811330803751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1068347811330803751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/12/ps-its-boy.html' title='P.S. It&apos;s a Boy'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2192/2141947479_d9a8211119_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2523044749018784814</id><published>2007-12-08T18:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T18:58:38.609-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reindeer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='llama'/><title type='text'>South Of the Border</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thedragonweaver/2096880490/" title="Tijuana Reindeer by the Dragonweaver, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/2096880490_f242283d36.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="Tijuana Reindeer" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2523044749018784814?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2523044749018784814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2523044749018784814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2523044749018784814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2523044749018784814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/12/south-of-border.html' title='South Of the Border'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2377/2096880490_f242283d36_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8697739245036342554</id><published>2007-11-28T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:01:57.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Sonnet CXXX</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;&lt;br /&gt;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;&lt;br /&gt;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;&lt;br /&gt;If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,&lt;br /&gt;But no such roses see I in her cheeks;&lt;br /&gt;And in some perfumes there is more delight&lt;br /&gt;Than in the breath which from my mistress reeks.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear her speak,—yet well I know&lt;br /&gt;That music hath a far more pleasing sound;&lt;br /&gt;I grant I never saw a goddess go,—&lt;br /&gt;My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground;&lt;br /&gt;¨¨¨And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare&lt;br /&gt;¨¨¨As any she belied with false compare.&lt;/blockquote&gt;—&lt;i&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8697739245036342554?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8697739245036342554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8697739245036342554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8697739245036342554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8697739245036342554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/11/sonnet-cxxx.html' title='Sonnet CXXX'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1891758445858713915</id><published>2007-11-26T22:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:00:47.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yeats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Aedh Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven</title><content type='html'>(Yeats sometimes called this poem "How to Lose the Girl.")&lt;blockquote&gt;Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,&lt;br /&gt;Enwroght with golden and silver light,&lt;br /&gt;The blue and the dim and the dark cloths&lt;br /&gt;Of night and light and the half-ligh,&lt;br /&gt;I would spread the cloths under your feet:&lt;br /&gt;But I, being poor, have only my dreams;&lt;br /&gt;I have spread my dreams under your feet;&lt;br /&gt;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.&lt;/blockquote&gt;—&lt;i&gt;William Butler Yeats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1891758445858713915?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1891758445858713915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1891758445858713915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1891758445858713915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1891758445858713915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/11/aedh-wishes-for-cloths-of-heaven.html' title='Aedh Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-584425638697450149</id><published>2007-11-13T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:08:08.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aedh Laments the Loss of Love</title><content type='html'>Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,&lt;br /&gt;I had a beautiful friend&lt;br /&gt;And dreamed that the old despair&lt;br /&gt;Would end in love in the end;&lt;br /&gt;She looked in my heart one day&lt;br /&gt;And saw your image there;&lt;br /&gt;She has gone weeping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;—William Butler Yeats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-584425638697450149?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/584425638697450149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=584425638697450149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/584425638697450149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/584425638697450149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/11/aedh-laments-loss-of-love.html' title='Aedh Laments the Loss of Love'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7553449952264535834</id><published>2007-10-28T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:47:29.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnival of the recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Carnival of the Recipes— Tricks and Treats Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear guests, please gather around, the tour is about to begin. You have all remembered to bring silverware, I hope? Excellent. It is, of course, your &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; silverware, passed down from your grandmother and polished free of tarnish, the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; silver, not the strange conglomeration of metals that they use today. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no reason. It is merely... appropriate to use the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall begin our tour here, in the cemetery, at the grave of that famous Southern belle Shawn of &lt;a href="http://everythingandnothing.typepad.com/"&gt;Everything and Nothing&lt;/a&gt;. Miss Shawn was known far and wide for her superior conversational and cooking skills. Families would travel from all over the world to sample such delights as her adorable &lt;a href="http://everythingandnothing.typepad.com/mississippi/2006/10/cheesy_goblin_h.html"&gt;Cheesy Goblin Head&lt;/a&gt;, very suitable to the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did she die? Anemia, I believe... very odd, seeing as she loved to cook with red meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us move on. The gravedigger is most hospitable and has cooked us a stake... excuse me. Of course I meant a &lt;i&gt;steak&lt;/i&gt;, as in &lt;a href="http://www.professorbainbridgeonwine.com/wineandfood/comments/steak_with_porcini_cream_sauce/"&gt;Steak with Porcini Cream Sauce&lt;/a&gt;. I must be thinking of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how lovely, &lt;a href="http://www.professorbainbridgeonwine.com"&gt;Professor&lt;/a&gt;. You've included the garlic. I think that is most wise. And you have invited &lt;a href="http://scribbit.blogspot.com"&gt;Scribbit&lt;/a&gt; to contribute? What is this called? &lt;a href="http://scribbit.blogspot.com/2007/10/draculas-revenge.html"&gt;Dracula's Revenge&lt;/a&gt;? What an unusual name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a satisfying stop that was. Our next stop will be the Montaigne house, the site of a most unusual mystery. They say that one day the whole family was found in the house, deeply asleep... much like Sleeping Beauty, don't you think? My mother always blamed the heating system. So prosaic. For some reason, nobody seems to remember what happened to the family after that— they were sent off to some institution, I believe, and the upper floors fell into disrepair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's perfectly safe. See, &lt;a href="http://slow-cooker-recipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Slow Cooker Recipes&lt;/a&gt; has even left some &lt;a href="http://slow-cooker-recipes.blogspot.com/2007/07/crockpot-mulled-cider.html"&gt;Mulled Cider&lt;/a&gt; for us. There is also &lt;a href="http://mamarant.blogs.com/mamacooks/2007/10/emealsforyoucom.html"&gt;Harvest Pumpkin Bread&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://mamarant.blogs.com/mamacooks/"&gt;Mama&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://apennycloser.com/2007/10/27/reducipe-baked-penne-with-roasted-vegetables/"&gt;Baked Penne With Roasted Vegetables&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://apennycloser.com/"&gt;A Penny Closer&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.teapartygirl.com/whats-your-definition-of-comfort-food"&gt;Comfort Food&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.teapartygirl.com/"&gt;Tea Party Girl&lt;/a&gt;. Just have a seat and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Oh my. No, I did not know about that hidden door. How very clever of you to find the catch in that bookshelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall we see where it goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, of course. &lt;i&gt;After&lt;/i&gt; we eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes, of course I could use a flashlight. I even have one, just in case. But it is so much more interesting to use a lantern, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it does seem remarkably free of dust. Almost as though someone were expecting us. And... do you see a light? A faint glow, up ahead? Just around the corner? Shall we go see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! How perfectly marvelous! &lt;a href="http://www.recipesrecipe.com/2006/09/famous-recipes-halloween-werewolf.html"&gt;Halloween Werewolf Claws&lt;/a&gt;! How lovely of &lt;a href="http://www.recipesrecipe.com/"&gt;Recipes Recipe&lt;/a&gt; to think of setting this up! Now to dig in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be silly. They're made of &lt;i&gt;chicken&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full moon was last week, and everyone knows that werewolf goes bad after two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet little trick, to set up a snack in the hidden passage. And just look where this comes out— the lounge. &lt;a href="http://smarterdollar.hypermart.net/"&gt;Smarter Dollar&lt;/a&gt; has prepared a whole range of &lt;a href="http://smarterdollar.hypermart.net/topsites/2006/11/halloween-drinks.html"&gt;Halloween Drinks&lt;/a&gt;... none for me, thank you... and &lt;a href="http://ridingwithricky.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rickey&lt;/a&gt; has made us some wonderful &lt;a href="http://ridingwithricky.blogspot.com/2007/10/rickey-salutes-bloody-mary.html"&gt;Bloody Mary&lt;/a&gt; drinks from scratch, as is only proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those of you who have been feeling a little unsure about this house, please, assuage your feelings be going after the &lt;a href="http://www.worldfamousrecipes.com/index.php/1129"&gt;Edible Haunted House&lt;/a&gt;. It is, after all, a season for sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop is a pumpkin patch reputed to be that of the farmer... what was his name? The one who reputedly punished the ill-will and thievery of his neighbors through magical pumpkin muffins. Oh, you hadn't heard that story? I don't think I shall tell it right now. It might make you nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pancakerecipes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pancake Recipes&lt;/a&gt; has prepared some lovely &lt;a href="http://pancakerecipes.blogspot.com/2007/09/pumpkin-pecan-pancakes-with-roasted.html"&gt;Pumpkin Pecan Pancakes with Roasted Pears&lt;/a&gt; for this stop. &lt;a href="http://www.bcsfrenzy.com/"&gt;BCS Frenzy&lt;/a&gt; has kindly offered &lt;a href="http://www.bcsfrenzy.com/game-day-recipe-of-the-week-smokey-roasted-pumpkin-seeds/"&gt;Smokey Roasted Pumpkin Seeds&lt;/a&gt; And &lt;a href="http://straightfromthefarm.wordpress.com/"&gt;Straight From the Farm&lt;/a&gt; has supplied &lt;a href="http://straightfromthefarm.wordpress.com/2007/10/23/pumpkin-popups/"&gt;little Pumpkin Popups&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, of &lt;i&gt;course&lt;/i&gt; those popups are not, strictly, muffins. Besides, you are not ungrateful, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, because our hosts were unwilling to make your life too pumpkiny, a few of them have provided some lovely counterpoints. &lt;a href="http://bean-sprouts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bean Sprouts&lt;/a&gt;, in the UK, discovered that pumpkins are sometimes not available for love or money. She has provided a lovely &lt;a href="http://bean-sprouts.blogspot.com/2006/11/mock-pumpkin-soup.html"&gt;Mock Pumpkin Soup&lt;/a&gt; recipe that her friends prefer to the real thing. &lt;i&gt;[Note for Americans: a &lt;b&gt;swede&lt;/b&gt; is that vegetable sold as a rutabaga.]&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://aweightlifted.blogs.com/"&gt;A Weight Lifted&lt;/a&gt; felt that a little &lt;a href="http://aweightlifted.blogs.com/a_weight_lifted/2007/10/recipes-world-s.html"&gt;World Series Bean Bakeoff&lt;/a&gt; would be just the thing, and I must admit that those refried beans look perfectly marvelous. &lt;a href="http://www.diseaseproof.com/"&gt;Disease-Proof&lt;/a&gt; felt, quite rightly, that by &lt;a href="http://www.diseaseproof.com/archives/recipes-bringin-da-salad.html"&gt;Bringin' da Salad&lt;/a&gt; they would be doing us all quite a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;~*~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, dear guests, we shall be visiting a number of these historic houses to do a little trick-or-treating of our own. Despite what some silly people say, trick-or-treating does not have its roots in Celtic mythology, nor is it a strange pagan ritual having anything to do with souls. It is an American invention, an institution started by community groups in the early 20th century as a means of controlling Mischief Night, the traditional yearly pranking of All Hallow's Eve. The thinking was that by flooding the streets with people, those who were preparing the nastier, sometimes deadly, pranks would not dare to do such under the public eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't mind me. It just amuses me to see folks ranting about the evil history of trick-or-treating, a tradition that was, in part, started by groups such as the Boy Scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin here, at this cozy little cottage. Hello, &lt;a href="http://www.seabirdchronicles.com/"&gt;Seabird dear&lt;/a&gt;, what an amusing set of bear suits. &lt;a href="http://www.seabirdchronicles.com/twinfinity/2007/10/24/porridge-as-in-goldilocks.html"&gt;Porridge&lt;/a&gt;? How appropriate! And such a good, solid base for our later sweets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I didn't expect a party here... Why, thank you! We would love to come in. Look, &lt;a href="http://sugarlaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;SugarLaw&lt;/a&gt; has brought her meltingly soft &lt;a href="http://sugarlaw.blogspot.com/2007/10/oatmeal-currant-cookies.html"&gt;Oatmeal Currant Cookies&lt;/a&gt;. And the &lt;a href="http://www.meninaprons.net/"&gt;Men In Aprons&lt;/a&gt; brought &lt;a href="http://www.meninaprons.net/archives/2007/05/chocolate_chip_pecan_scones.html"&gt;Chocolate Chip Pecan Scones&lt;/a&gt;, how divine. There's some &lt;a href="http://girlswhonetwork.com/diary/?p=46"&gt;Chocolate Mousse&lt;/a&gt; over there, under the "Fake It Till You Learn To Make It" sign, &lt;a href="http://cheftomcooks.com/2006/10/20/15/"&gt;Black Cat Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://cheftomcooks.com/"&gt;Chef Tom&lt;/a&gt;, and look! &lt;a href="http://leaderladies.mee.nu/"&gt;Leader Ladies&lt;/a&gt; have brought a whole passel of &lt;a href="http://leaderladies.mee.nu/halloween_treats_for_kids"&gt;Halloween Treats For Kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. I'm so full. Perhaps if we walk to the far houses, out at the end of the road, we'll have enough appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Club Mom of &lt;a href="http://readablefeast.clubmom.com/"&gt;Readable Feast&lt;/a&gt; has offered to tell us of &lt;a href="http://readablefeast.clubmom.com/readable_feast/2007/10/magical-meerkat.html"&gt;Magical Meerkats&lt;/a&gt; as we walk. And she's brought Dulce Du Leche Bat Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us stop at &lt;a href="http://rayjenweber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jennie's&lt;/a&gt; before we &lt;a href="http://rayjenweber.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ramble&lt;/a&gt; too far... I'm sorry, I'm getting a little punchy. She's brought us some lovely &lt;a href="http://rayjenweber.blogspot.com/2007/10/candy-sushi.html"&gt;Candy Sushi&lt;/a&gt;, suitable for your little goblins. And &lt;a href="http://www.worldfamousrecipes.org/"&gt;World Famous Recipes&lt;/a&gt; has brought out a somewhat early &lt;a href="http://www.worldfamousrecipes.org/2007/10/25/world-famous-recipes-santas-christmas-trifle/"&gt;Christmas Trifle&lt;/a&gt;, suitable for all holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well! I admit, that was quite a food tour. Far more treats than tricks, I hope you agree. Please, come back to visit anytime. Just bring your silverware, particularly if it's a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No reason. No reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bean-sprouts.blogspot.com/2006/11/mock-pumpkin-soup.html"&gt;Mock Pumpkin Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sugarlaw.blogspot.com/2007/10/oatmeal-currant-cookies.html"&gt;Oatmeal Currant Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rayjenweber.blogspot.com/2007/10/candy-sushi.html"&gt;Candy Sushi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meninaprons.net/archives/2007/05/chocolate_chip_pecan_scones.html"&gt;Chocolate Chip Pecan Scones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlswhonetwork.com/diary/?p=46"&gt;Fake It Till You Learn To Make It Chocolate Mousse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://readablefeast.clubmom.com/readable_feast/2007/10/magical-meerkat.html"&gt;Dulce De Leche Bat Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamarant.blogs.com/mamacooks/2007/10/emealsforyoucom.html"&gt;Harvest Pumpkin Bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.professorbainbridgeonwine.com/wineandfood/comments/steak_with_porcini_cream_sauce/"&gt;Steak with Porcini Cream Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aweightlifted.blogs.com/a_weight_lifted/2007/10/recipes-world-s.html"&gt;World Series Bean Bakeoff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldfamousrecipes.org/2007/10/25/world-famous-recipes-santas-christmas-trifle/"&gt;Christmas (Holiday) Trifle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seabirdchronicles.com/twinfinity/2007/10/24/porridge-as-in-goldilocks.html"&gt;Porridge, as in Goldilocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diseaseproof.com/archives/recipes-bringin-da-salad.html"&gt;Bringin' da Salad&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://leaderladies.mee.nu/halloween_treats_for_kids"&gt;Halloween Treats For Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cheftomcooks.com/2006/10/20/15/"&gt;Black Cat Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teapartygirl.com/whats-your-definition-of-comfort-food"&gt;Comfort Food&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scribbit.blogspot.com/2007/10/draculas-revenge.html"&gt;Dracula's Revenge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://straightfromthefarm.wordpress.com/2007/10/23/pumpkin-popups/"&gt;Pumpkin Popups&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ridingwithricky.blogspot.com/2007/10/rickey-salutes-bloody-mary.html"&gt;Bloody Mary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smarterdollar.hypermart.net/topsites/2006/11/halloween-drinks.html"&gt;Halloween Drinks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldfamousrecipes.com/index.php/1129"&gt;Edible Haunted House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipesrecipe.com/2006/09/famous-recipes-halloween-werewolf.html"&gt;Halloween Werewolf Chicken Claws&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://slow-cooker-recipes.blogspot.com/2007/07/crockpot-mulled-cider.html"&gt;Crockpot Mulled Cider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pancakerecipes.blogspot.com/2007/09/pumpkin-pecan-pancakes-with-roasted.html"&gt;Pumpkin Pecan Pancakes with Roasted Pears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apennycloser.com/2007/10/27/reducipe-baked-penne-with-roasted-vegetables/"&gt;Baked Penne With Roasted Vegetables&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bcsfrenzy.com/game-day-recipe-of-the-week-smokey-roasted-pumpkin-seeds/"&gt;Smokey Roasted Pumpkin Seeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://everythingandnothing.typepad.com/mississippi/2006/10/cheesy_goblin_h.html"&gt;Cheesy Goblin Head&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7553449952264535834?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7553449952264535834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7553449952264535834&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7553449952264535834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7553449952264535834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/carnival-of-recipes-tricks-and-treats.html' title='Carnival of the Recipes— Tricks and Treats Edition'/><author><name>B. 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Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6447889760226106974</id><published>2007-10-11T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T20:11:33.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The End"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhcWg4NiqN8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhcWg4NiqN8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6447889760226106974?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6447889760226106974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6447889760226106974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6447889760226106974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6447889760226106974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/10/end.html' title='&quot;The End&quot;'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2647673178623909296</id><published>2007-09-30T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:18:20.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Bone Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Bone Dance: A Fantasy for Technophiles&lt;p&gt;Emma Bull&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1991-04 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; DVD / VHS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0441574572%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0441574572%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about Bone Dance: A Fantasy for Technophiles"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fantasy is set in a post-apocalyptic future that very much resembles certain cyberpunk worlds. Don't be fooled, however, since certain mystic elements come into strong play. The book revolves around Sparrow, a friend-phobic technophilic youth who makes a living mining the past. One transaction might involve the finding of a copy of a pre-Bang (pre-nuke, natch) movie; another might be in repairing a damaged speaker cone. Sparrow loves the music and movies of a past never experienced by any in this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When large chunks of Sparrow's life start disappearing— blackouts of total memory loss— it's the indication of big things coming. The &lt;i&gt;loa&lt;/i&gt;— hoodoo energy workers— have brought Sparrow to the City (never named, but probably Minneapolis, Emma Bull's stomping grounds) to break up an obstruction in the energy flow. But Sparrow's individualistic tendencies crash heavily against the need for assistance, and too much stubborn insistence on going it alone might lead to a very bad end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps my favorite Emma Bull book. (Unless it's Finder.) Sparrow is a wonderful character who inspires sympathy even while rejecting it. One gets the sense of a person who has never understood the concept of loneliness, in the same way that fish don't have a word for water. When your only solace is an ever-degenerating record of the past, life would seem lonely indeed to those of us who have had friends. But then again, Sparrow inspires friendship without seeking it— just as well, considering the events in the novel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2647673178623909296?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2647673178623909296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2647673178623909296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2647673178623909296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2647673178623909296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/bone-dance.html' title='Bone Dance'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4705010024334292998</id><published>2007-09-29T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:19:48.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Wizard of London</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0756403634.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_V38802234_.jpg" title="The Wizard of London: Elemental Masters #4 (Elemental Masters)" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Wizard of London: Elemental Masters #4 (Elemental Masters)&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2006-10-03 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0756403634%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0756403634%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about The Wizard of London: Elemental Masters #4 (Elemental Masters)"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book, which was published subsequent to The Serpent's Shadow, goes into the history of one of its characters. Lord David Alderscroft is the Wizard of the title, a fairly young man whose Element is Fire but whose specialty is almost the inverse, right down to his frosty manner. I could not, at first, identify the fairy tale this one is based on, quite likely because the only version of the original I've ever read is the bowlderized (and somewhat confusing) Andrew Lang version in the colored Fairy Tale series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of the Snow Queen, of the man who must break out of the prison of ice by discovering the meaning of love. It's not quite as interesting in that respect as you might think: most of the attention in the book is rightfully placed on the love he spurned many years ago (and who went on to marry a worthier man, who does survive the novel) and her protegés: practitioners of a stranger magic than that of the Elemental style. Her trainees are, in fact, British boarding school children, sent home by parents in India. Isabelle— the spurned love— started her school when she realized the horrible shock and neglect that many such children experience upon being sent to a "foreign" land and culture; some of the children are wholly normal, and the ones who have magic keep their abilities secret as their parents taught them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle runs the school in a way that we moderns would approve: she serves food from "home" (India), and does not expect children raised in a hot land by loving servants to tolerate cold rooms and colder emotions. She also trains those whose abilities the Elemental Masters cannot understand— the telepaths, the clairvoyant, the kinetics. All in all, she has a very odd job description. An attempt on two of her students sets her on a path that crosses her former life among the gentry of London, and she discovers that unless she deals with her past, there is danger to them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is kind of sad is that you see the potential for Lord David at the end of this book, but in The Serpent's Shadow he is portrayed as a respected old man, but in a way that comes across as more than a little narrow-minded and curmudgeonly. Pity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4705010024334292998?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4705010024334292998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4705010024334292998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4705010024334292998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4705010024334292998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/wizard-of-london.html' title='The Wizard of London'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2781034460904439342</id><published>2007-09-28T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:20:29.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Serpent's Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0756400619.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_V1056481256_.jpg" title="The Serpent's Shadow" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Serpent's Shadow&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2002-03-01 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0756400619%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0756400619%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about The Serpent's Shadow"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry in the Elemental Masters series is, like its counterparts, based on a traditional fairy tale. I was vastly amused to find that this tale of an early-twentieth century half-caste* female doctor who has come to the wilds of England to be the story of Snow White. More amusing is the Lord Peter Wimsey cognate (Lord Peter Almsley, who even has the proper style of family.) In fact, for those who come to this book after most of the rest of the series, the book is full of recognizeable faces, including the Wizard of London and Fenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya, the young doctor, has managed to get her license validated, and endeavors to make her practice in those areas that the almost universally male medical system ignores: female problems, particularly those that need discretion, sterile surgery, and actually thinking of the poor as humans and worth saving. This brings her into a little conflict, but the primary danger to her is the one she fled India to avoid: a witch of sorts with a grudge against her because of her parents. However, she has the love and attention of her friends, the strange dwarf cognates, and her Prince Charming: a former sailor who dares to think that a woman and a half-caste might actually have a brain and be worth speaking with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;i&gt;course&lt;/i&gt; it ends happily. Lackey does the fairy tales in the commonly accepted way, where they all have happy endings. Somehow, I don't think she's ever going back to the source material of some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For those not familiar with the term, "half-caste" is a term used to describe someone with a British parent and an Indian parent, and at the time, rejected by both cultures. It's not particularly compliemntary but, in this case, is intended to be descriptive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2781034460904439342?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2781034460904439342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2781034460904439342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2781034460904439342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2781034460904439342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/serpents-shadow.html' title='The Serpent&apos;s Shadow'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-675662167625615797</id><published>2007-09-27T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:21:37.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Nightmares &amp; Fairy Tales: Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0943151872.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="Nightmares and Fairy Tales: Once Upon a Time" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Nightmares and Fairy Tales: Once Upon a Time&lt;p&gt;Serena Valentino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2004-03-31 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0943151872%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0943151872%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about Nightmares and Fairy Tales: Once Upon a Time"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Horror, Graphic Novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dark fairytales. And horror stories. And tales of things that go bump in the night. I can't go Goth, though; I'm too happy. But for your inner Goth, there's nothing like a horror comic based on traditional fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, the first two installments are more standard slasher horror in black &amp; white, but the stories quickly turn to a dark retelling of Snow White, and an interesting take on Cinderella. There is also the tale of a little girl with horrible parents, and monsters in a new house. One wonders a bit how they ended up with such a sweet girl until one realizes that she's farmed out so much that she must be the product of sympathetic daycare workers and nice teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the stories are told from the perspective of a tattered little doll named Annabelle, whose depiction hovers somewhere between Goth and emo*. And Annabelle says she has no happy stories, though quite honestly, some of them &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; end happily for some of the people involved (Cinderella, for one, though her step-relations fare far worse.) The artwork is beautiful if you're attuned to that style, though possibly bizarrely elongated for those unused to it. All in all, good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Goths are the ones in the quasi-Victorian black clothing. Emo is the indie-rock crowd that follows twenty-somethings singing about how their lives suck because they don't have a six-figure job out of high school, or college is so hard. I have friends in both camps who will understand me making fun of them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-675662167625615797?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/675662167625615797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=675662167625615797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/675662167625615797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/675662167625615797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/11/nightmares-fairy-tales-once-upon-time.html' title='Nightmares &amp; Fairy Tales: Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-878640476277041304</id><published>2007-09-26T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:24:18.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Eternity Artifact</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0765353458.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="The Eternity Artifact" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Eternity Artifact&lt;p&gt;L. E. Modesitt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2006-08 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0765353458%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0765353458%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about The Eternity Artifact"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.E. Modesitt must ahve some variant of the Asimov Syndrome. You know, the one where you find typing irresistable? I mean, I can understand a huge backlog of books. Terry Pratchett has over thirty books in one series alone, and he's not slowing down. Or there's always Stephen King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Modesitt seems to be publishing on the order of two or three books a year. I'm not sure that many people have noticed this, since he writes in two genres, and though those two are commonly shelved together, most bookstores don't typically have all of his books on hand at one time. In fact, you're lucky if they have half of his catalog. I didn't even know he wrote science fiction until two or three years back... I even thought I was supporting a new author when I bought The Magic of Recluce, the first book in the Recluce series. I was only wrong by a factor of my age at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of his science ficiton can be loosely plotted along a continuum. On one end, you have Earth of about a hundred years from now, and on the other, you have a massive war between people who refer to themselves as "angels" and "demons." The tricky part is that many of his books may or may not fit along this continuum, and the heroes and villains keep changing. In other words, plotting Modesitt's universe makes for a good party game but has no authorial sanction or certainty. The books could all be related or they could be completely dissimilar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eternity Artifact is possibly a sidestep of this, or one set comparatively early on. It involves a fast trip to an actual alien world, one long deserted and hurtling toward a dangerous section of space. The quickly assembled group of scientists, engineers, soldiers, and humanities types— because the government in question is not about to discount the observations of intuitive types in regards to an alien civilization— is prey to the combined forces of other societies, particularly one that is very deeply rooted in a paternalistic faith that has a resitance to change. While exploring the dead planet, they'll have to elude sabotage attacks as well as frontal assaults... and all with only the small amount of weaponry they were able to put together in the allotted time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with all of Modesitt's science ficiton, it is intricate— with many character arcs, and the speaker designated as a chapter sub-heading— and intense. I will make two further observations. The first is that in this and other fiction, Modesitt seems to have a very dim view of Mormons, since that's the faith he bases the Covenanters (and other religions in other books) upon. Since he lives in Utah, that may be a side effect of observing certain splinter groups (such as the polygamists) close at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is somewhat stranger. I think, in many ways, Modesitt's books are subtle love stories. The protagonist invariably has to overcome greater and greater challenges throughout the book, and many of them have to do with relationships (and failing to be good at them), but the truth is that the guy gets the girl, and vice versa, in the end. This is pretty much invariably the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationships are downplayed, the romance and wooing are all but nonexistant, but the guy gets the girl in the end. How strange is that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-878640476277041304?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/878640476277041304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=878640476277041304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/878640476277041304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/878640476277041304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/eternity-artifact.html' title='The Eternity Artifact'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4986346291492031927</id><published>2007-09-25T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:25:14.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Phoenix and Ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0756402727.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="Phoenix and Ashes" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Phoenix and Ashes&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2005-10-04 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; DVD / VHS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0756402727%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0756402727%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about Phoenix and Ashes"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This retelling of Cinderella has Eleanor Robinson literally bound to the hearth by her stepmother's magic after her father's death, unable to do anything except what her stepmother commands. During the years of the Great War, she fades from people's memories as her life becomes one of degrading slavery. But when her own magic starts to awake, she finds herself being able to, in small ways, break free of the sphere of her stepmother's influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a good thing, too, The prince cognate, Reginald Fenyx, has returned from the war traumatized from an incident in which he was buried underground. The stepmother wants power, and she wants advancement, and as an Earth Elemental Master, she's supposed to be good at healing. She begins to do her best to insinuate herself into young Fenyx's life, hoping to bind him to one of her daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this version of Cinderella, with a strong heroine who has to fight hard against the compulsions magically binding her, and a lord's son who is quite the decent chap. She is not passively waiting for her prince, but seeking his assistance while helping him while she can. It's the basis for a solid relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4986346291492031927?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4986346291492031927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4986346291492031927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4986346291492031927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4986346291492031927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/phoenix-and-ashes.html' title='Phoenix and Ashes'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-494629004268313453</id><published>2007-09-24T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:26:08.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Gates of Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000FDFWBO.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="The Gates of Sleep" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Gates of Sleep&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2002-04-01 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=B000FDFWBO%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/B000FDFWBO%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about The Gates of Sleep"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast gives way to Sleeping Beauty, and turn-of-the-twentieth-century gives way to an earlier period, the time of Pre-Raphaelite art. My only objection with this book is that Lackey draws more on the Disney version than from older versions of the tale, and hews a little too literally to the "three good fairies" parallel. It doesn't entierly mesh with the story, which is a pity since the characters are enjoyable and might have done better with incrementally different characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, like the evil aunt's depiciton very much. As the owner of a pottery, she deliberately has her glaze artists feted and dressed in such a way as to corrupt their souls at the same time as lead poisoning first makes them beautiful, then destroys them. Lackey does point out, subtly, that not all potteries are run on such principles, where she could have otherwise just left a blanket condemnation of the entire Industrial Revolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with the previous book, Lackey does have the heroine feign a certain amount of stupidity as a means of self defense. It's an interesting commentary on the times that it works so very well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-494629004268313453?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/494629004268313453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=494629004268313453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/494629004268313453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/494629004268313453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/gates-of-sleep.html' title='The Gates of Sleep'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2210123564878202361</id><published>2007-09-23T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:27:18.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Fire Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/067187750X.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="The Fire Rose" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Fire Rose&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1996-11-01 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; DVD / VHS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=067187750X%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/067187750X%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about The Fire Rose"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like retold fairytales. I like them a lot, particularly when they're blown up to book length. Mercedes Lackey has a series where masters of the elements play a big role, and every one is a retold fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one might guess from the title, this book is Beauty and the Beast. The beast in question is one of these Elemental Masters, a man who let his curiosity get the better of him in attempting something he wasn't quite ready for. Because he needs a trustworthy scholar of sorts— as his secretary is impatient and perhaps treacherous— he enlists his salamanders (fire elementals) to find him a scholarly woman of no relations. The former is quite difficult in 1905, the setting of the story, while the latter is to ensure that no one will be too perturbed if such a person is immured at the ends of the earth, that being San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll note the date and location. That's one thing you can see coming from miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; interesting, though, is a complete tangent. Lackey mentions something called &lt;a href="http://www.peshtigofire.info/"&gt;The Great Peshtigo Fire&lt;/a&gt;. I'd never heard of it, and you probably haven't either. It is considered to be the worst fire-related tragedy in the US, with anywhere from 1500 to 2100 deaths— and part of the tragedy is that no one will ever be able to tell how many died. Why haven't you heard of it? Well, on the very same night, there was a fire you &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; have heard of: The Great Chicago Fire. The one "caused by Mrs. O'Leary's cow kicking over a lantern" or, more likely, by the workman who was seen smoking in the vicinity. The urban fire grabbed the headlines, leaving the huge fire that burned 1.5 million acres and destroyed entire towns to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever wondered why fire management is so important, that's why. "Firestorm" doesn't even begin to cover it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, the bespectacled Rosalind of the title is quite a nice Beauty, and James Cameron makes for a nicely dangerous Beast. And the secretary du Mond is a jerk and a cad, a character all too frequent in the real world and possibly drawn from life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2210123564878202361?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2210123564878202361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2210123564878202361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2210123564878202361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2210123564878202361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/fire-rose.html' title='The Fire Rose'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4651616498552728296</id><published>2007-09-22T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:29:22.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Bride of the Rat God</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345381017.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="Bride of the Rat God" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Bride of the Rat God&lt;p&gt;Barbara Hambly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1994-10-31 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0345381017%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0345381017%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about Bride of the Rat God"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ficiton, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a title like this, who can resist? The tale is set in the silent film era, where a much-lauded but fairly mediocre film star, Chrysanda Flamande works with her widowed sister-in-law, Norah Blackstone. Norah's job is that of a personal assistant, and in a refreshing change from the stereotypical Hollywood portrayal of spoiled film stars, she loves her work. Chrysanda, while indeed a spoiled film star, is a marvelous character, because despite her partying ways and cocaine addiction (not uncommon for the time), she is a fundamentally nice person, perhaps the nicest protagonist Hambly has ever had. She saw the horrible situation that Norah was in when she visited England (as virtual slavey to a boorish family) and immediately offered a job; she actually cares (to a certain extent) about those people she works with, and while she is not the bravest person in the world she is willing to stand firm when she would rather run— high praise indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to the plot, it is, in fact, the hackneyed sort of story that so enthralled the movie industry of the time. Ancient gods, a cursed necklace, villains that refuse to stay dead, a mysterious Chinaman... in lesser hands, this would be nothing more than a spoof. Yet Hambly manages to pull out a story where you actually care about the characters and worry whether they will make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a Good Book™. Go ahead and read and enjoy, and don't let guilt over the title stop you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4651616498552728296?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4651616498552728296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4651616498552728296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4651616498552728296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4651616498552728296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/bride-of-rat-god.html' title='Bride of the Rat God'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4568867496343279355</id><published>2007-09-21T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:30:35.350-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>No One Noticed the Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/1557423245.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="No One Noticed The Cat" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;No One Noticed The Cat&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 2005-10-25 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=1557423245%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/1557423245%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about No One Noticed The Cat"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 2 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star2.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doubts about this book are entirely based upon the fact that McCaffrey didn't seem to know exactly where to aim it. It's basically a little novelette of romantic fantasy, a fairy tale of sorts. The problem is that I can't make out whether she intended this for children or adults, and if she aimed it at both she should read some Terry Pratchett and see how to do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she aimed it at adults, the simplistic reasoning and lack of depth to the characters is enough to drive you batty. If she aimed it at children, the language and concepts— and the rather blatant hints of casual sex— are a little off for the audience. I am all for exposing children to a wide vocabulary. That is how they learn, after all. But when a sentence is laced with terms that are unnecessarily complex, and the child in question has to look up half a dozen words just to get a sense of what's going on... well, that argues against the book being designed for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an okay story. But in the end, McCaffrey's writing skill has dropped a bit, and it shows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4568867496343279355?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4568867496343279355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4568867496343279355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4568867496343279355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4568867496343279355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-one-noticed-cat.html' title='No One Noticed the Cat'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7753995675990642240</id><published>2007-09-20T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:31:16.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Winds of Fury</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886776120.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="Winds of Fury (The Mage Winds, Book 3)" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Winds of Fury (The Mage Winds, Book 3)&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1994-08-01 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0886776120%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0886776120%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about Winds of Fury (The Mage Winds, Book 3)"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elspeth returns home in triumph as a mage, resigns as Heir, then goes off in a dangerous quest to Hardorn to depose Ancar (who is abusing his people and his land) and, incidentally, his ally Mornelithe Falconsbane, who has cheated death, yet again. Yadda yadda yadda. Actually, this book is more streamlined than its predecessors, and once they get to Hardorn the pace picks up admirably. I'm still left with the conclusion that Lackey had to force herself to write these books because there wasn't any other way to get to the next ones. They just don't flow like some of her other works do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7753995675990642240?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7753995675990642240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7753995675990642240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7753995675990642240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7753995675990642240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/winds-of-fury.html' title='Winds of Fury'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5148138574101196588</id><published>2007-09-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:32:00.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Winds of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886775639.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="Winds of Change" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Winds of Change&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1993-08-01 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; DVD / VHS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0886775639%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0886775639%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about Winds of Change"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ficiton, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Elspeth continues her magical training, she has to contend with the knowledge of a dangerous foe who styles himself Mornelithe Falconsbane— the latter name in direct response to the existence of the Hawkbrothers. Falconsbane is shrewd but degenerate and has morphed his body into something resembling that of a cat's. He did the same to his daughter Nyara's, then carefully abused her to respond strongly to sexual stimuli. Nyara, having managed to break free, is doing her best to overcome that, primarily because her trained response is a weapon in the hands of her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Falconsbane is doing his best to access the power of the Heartstone, the repository for magical energy that the Tayledras use to help their healing of the lands of the Pelagir. In the hands of a crazy and evil Master sorceror, well, you know the drill. So Elspeth and Darkwind and the flamboyant Firesong have to figure out how to heal or shield the crazed Heartstone, find the other half of the Vale's population, train Elspeth so she'll be able to help her country, and oh, kill Falconsbane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, too much. Lackey might have done better to pare this story down. Still enjoyable, though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5148138574101196588?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5148138574101196588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5148138574101196588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5148138574101196588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5148138574101196588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/winds-of-change.html' title='Winds of Change'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-667237818953397902</id><published>2007-09-18T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:32:50.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Winds of Fate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0886775167.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="Winds of Fate (The Mage Winds, Book 1)" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Winds of Fate (The Mage Winds, Book 1)&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1992-07-07 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0886775167%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0886775167%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about Winds of Fate (The Mage Winds, Book 1)"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the thing I love the best about the Mercedes Lackey books is how she leads you to expect that a subsequent series will be about a particular topic and it turns out to be on something else entirely. Instead of having this trilogy be primarily about the conflict with Hardorn (written about in &lt;i&gt;Arrows of the Queen&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;By the Sword&lt;/i&gt;), it's about Valdemar's search for magical assistance, most notably in the person of its Heir, Elspeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valdemar is rather shocked to understand the reality of magic despite its long tradition of semi-magical Heralds riding Magical Talking Ponies With Big Blue Eyes (aka Companions.) Obviously, there is some outside interference going on— and just as obviously, that interference, and the protection that goes along with it, is eroding. So Elspeth sets off on a Quest to basically be trained as a mage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that Elspeth rather resents being the focus of a Quest. And she resents it to the point of railing long and hard about following the path laid down for her— and to finding a strange, though acceptable, alternative. That alternative leads them to the Tayledras, the magical Hawkbrothers of the magically ruined Pelagir Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These books show their age in a couple of ways. The first is that the prose is much more difficult going than that of Lackey's later novels, and it feels as though she had too much to say. These books are not short and they don't read swiftly. The second is the interior illustrations by Lackey's husband, Larry Dixon... where the men all have strong jaws and &lt;i&gt;mullets&lt;/i&gt;. I guess that's the only way he could imagine long hair at the time (the late 80s.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about fantasy, but it has certainly matured as a form. It's a much more interesting read when the writers relax.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-667237818953397902?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/667237818953397902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=667237818953397902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/667237818953397902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/667237818953397902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/winds-of-fate.html' title='Winds of Fate'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5376861704805159382</id><published>2007-09-17T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:33:54.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Cat Who Saw Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0399144552.01._SCMZZZZZZZ_.jpg" title="The Cat Who Saw Stars (Cat Who...)" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Cat Who Saw Stars (Cat Who...)&lt;p&gt;Lilian Jackson Braun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1999-01-11 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html%3FASIN=0399144552%26tag=blogcity-20%26lcode=xm2%26cID=2025%26ccmID=165953%26location=/o/ASIN/0399144552%253FSubscriptionId=0MMAAZYRQR62ZK5D5C02" target="_blank" title="read more about The Cat Who Saw Stars (Cat Who...)"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 2 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star2.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ficiton, Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillian Jackson Braun's &lt;i&gt;The Cat Who&lt;/i&gt; series has unfortunately outlived its credibility. This is a pity, because Braun still writes engaging characters, but it feels as though too much is going on without enough explanation. In this one, we are treated to a rather heavy-handed depiction of Jim Qwilleran's reluctance to believe in the local obsession with UFOs, and his dislike of anything that smacks of telling the future. This is in spite of the fact that he relies upon hunches, both his and those of his frighteningly hunchful Siamese Koko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind that so much if it weren't for the overbearing amount of coincidence present in this book. I love Kay Hooper's work and her psychics are even further over the edge than the cats. But when Braun leaves out a major necessity in a murder mystery novel— namely, that there's a dead body at the beginning of the book and the death is not resolved by the end— one has to wonder whether her heart is really in her writing. Seriously underwhelming novel. (But free copy.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5376861704805159382?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5376861704805159382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5376861704805159382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5376861704805159382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5376861704805159382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/cat-who-saw-stars.html' title='The Cat Who Saw Stars'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8610114088047494278</id><published>2007-09-16T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:01:05.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Finding Laura</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0553571850.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Finding Laura" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Finding Laura&lt;p&gt;Kay Hooper&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 July, 1998 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0553571850/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Finding Laura"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Mystery/Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre categories are determined by sales, not actual content. Because of this, Kay Hooper has several books which are only mysteries in the vaguest sense. This is certainly one of those... yeah, someone ends up dead at the beginning, which is what draws the Laura of the title into the house of a very rich family, and of course into the arms of its scion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the sort of plot point you can't give away, because anyone who doesn't see that coming a mile away needs to have her head examined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since this is Kay Hooper, she's got to have a mystical aspect to the romance, and the biggest mystery of the book is not who offed the jerk brother but what is the secret of the mirror. (That secret, by the way, is not actually anything especially strange. No magic involved. But it's a neat element nonetheless.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fun little book, and great for that mindless summer reading when you're not trying to take a nap in the middle of a warm day, and need something interesting but not too challenging to keep you awake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8610114088047494278?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8610114088047494278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8610114088047494278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8610114088047494278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8610114088047494278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/finding-laura.html' title='Finding Laura'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6126517998587674842</id><published>2007-09-15T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:02:31.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>By the Sword</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886774632.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="By the Sword (Kerowyn's Tale)" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;By the Sword (Kerowyn's Tale)&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 05 February, 1991 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886774632/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about By the Sword (Kerowyn's Tale)"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is set shortly after Arrows of the Queen, and takes place for the most part in the old stomping grounds of Tarma and Kethry. In fact, the principal character, Kerowyn, is Kethry's granddaughter. When her brother's wedding is attacked by raiders and the bride kidnapped, Kerowyn is the only one left who can do anything. Adopting a pose that would have her hidebound mother horrified, Kerowyn goes to her grandmother and asks for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kethry passes on the sword Need so that Kerowyn can confront the raiders. Need's abilities compensate for the lack of Kerowyn's skill, and she brings the bride back... only to find that the remains of her family is horrified that she would embarrass the family so by doing something instead of letting the males do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kerowyn decides to leave home, and Kethry and Tarma train one more mercenary. Kerowyn's not only good at it, she's astoundingly good, and dedicates herself to her calling with a fierce intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now is when complications inevitably ensue, and they do in the form of a captured Herald... who has the mind-speech that Kerowyn shares. But she fights the idea of being trapped very strongly, and parts from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is the kind of fantasy where you can tell who is going to end up with whom. But it's interesting to see how it gets drawn out in this case, and the ending pairs (plural) are certainly no surprise. Neither is the manner of their occurrence. But it's certainly worth a chuckle from those who can say that truly, they saw that coming... because, of course, the characters involved fight so hard against it, and you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; they're going to be happy in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6126517998587674842?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6126517998587674842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6126517998587674842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6126517998587674842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6126517998587674842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/by-sword.html' title='By the Sword'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5985076397901988252</id><published>2007-09-14T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:03:37.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Oathblood</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886777739.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Oathblood" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Oathblood&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 April, 1998 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886777739/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Oathblood"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ficiton, Fantasy, Short Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here's&lt;/i&gt; all that missing Tarma and Kethry information! This compilation has the first story, where Tarma and Kethry meet, as well as several others throughout their career, both during and after the Vows and Honor books. There is the story of a ballad in the back of Vows and Honor (always read those appendices, folks!) and tales of the school the two opened after they retired from their mercenary careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes Lackey has often said that the Tarma and Kethry stories were the easiest for her to write, and they certainly flow smoothly from the author's pen. This book is a must for finishing out Vows and Honor, and if you want, you can even go to the trouble of interspersing the stories so that they will flow chronologically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not. It's up to you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5985076397901988252?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5985076397901988252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5985076397901988252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5985076397901988252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5985076397901988252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/oathblood.html' title='Oathblood'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3585167610529854439</id><published>2007-09-13T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:04:53.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Girl Who Heard Dragons</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0812510992.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Girl Who Heard Dragons" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Girl Who Heard Dragons&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 15 August, 1995 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0812510992/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Girl Who Heard Dragons"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction, Short Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tepid. Definitely tepid. The title story is a companion to The Renegades of Pern, and details an incident of Aramina's life just before she goes to Benden Weyr. That one's not bad, and there's at least one more of interest in the book, but many of them are of the "Um... what?" school of writing. I really didn't get the point of the group unmoored in time, a group which McCaffrey expends more than one story on, and the one about the colonists on the apparently abandoned planet felt as though it shoud have more impact than it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These stories come from all over McCaffrey's career, which probably explains why some seem better than others. Again, though, this one's more for borrowing than buying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3585167610529854439?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3585167610529854439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3585167610529854439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3585167610529854439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3585167610529854439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/girl-who-heard-dragons.html' title='The Girl Who Heard Dragons'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6002289277303689464</id><published>2007-09-12T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:06:22.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Wings of Pegasus</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000BNPNE4.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Wings of Pegasus" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Wings of Pegasus&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1990 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000BNPNE4/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Wings of Pegasus"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, once again with the omnibus edition. Truly, though, there comes a point in a reader's life when the paperbacks are simply falling apart, and omnibi are an elegant solution to the dual problems of durability and space. This edition contains two novels, To Ride Pegasus and Pegasus in Flight. There is apparently a third in the series, Pegasus in Space, which received less than rave reviews. I'm a little wary of obtaining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ride Pegasus is a story-compilation-style novel. As you might have gathered, I'm not fond of this type of novel that isn't really a novel; I much prefer when the author chooses to later blend the stories into a coherent whole. What makes it worse in this case is the fact that there is not a consistent set of protagonists from the beginning of the book to the end— and worse yet, we don't ever find out how some of them drop out of the picture. Now that's harsh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is that of the rise of measurable psychic talents, beginning with the accidental brain scan of a foretelling in progress. Armed with the knowledge that psychic talents can be detected, Henry Darrow starts out to build an organization of psychic helpers. Along the way he has to face the expected misunderstandings, fear, persecution, and over-reliance that have become a familiar litany (like a more minor form of the X-men.) And then he passes the reins to Daffyd op Owen, presumably at his predicted death, and we go forward from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps these stories suffer somewhat from later works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second book is far more coherent. Earth is building a space platform for further exploration, and the organizers are all but forcing more Talent to help. (A sympathetic underling does improve the working conditions once it is pointed out to him exactly the stresses the 'sensitives' suffer.) However, a young boy with a paralyzed body has begun to do something strange and unusual with his abilities— using electrical power to supplement his own. This young boy is Peter Reidinger, the first of many (as we know from McCaffrey's The Rowan and later books in &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; series.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way there are problems to be solved, disasters to be averted, tempers to placate, and a child-smuggling ring to break up. You know, the good old adventure stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, these stories are not among McCaffrey's best. Worth a borrow but not, perhaps, a buy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6002289277303689464?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6002289277303689464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6002289277303689464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6002289277303689464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6002289277303689464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/wings-of-pegasus.html' title='The Wings of Pegasus'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1447428367221826336</id><published>2007-09-11T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:07:14.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Along the Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0553285890.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Along the Shore" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Along the Shore&lt;p&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 June, 1990 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0553285890/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Along the Shore"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Children's, Short Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story collection is centered on the sea and includes tales which were later reworked for parts of other books. Some of the tales are with Montgomery's deep connection with the sea, and others are adventure stories with the sea as a danger. One in particular has the darkest ending I've ever seen in a Montgomery story, a distinct change from her usual romantic endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rather respect that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1447428367221826336?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1447428367221826336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1447428367221826336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1447428367221826336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1447428367221826336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/along-shore.html' title='Along the Shore'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8181122238107647621</id><published>2007-09-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:07:50.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Doctor's Sweetheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0553563300.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Doctor's Sweetheart" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Doctor's Sweetheart&lt;p&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 November, 1993 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0553563300/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Doctor's Sweetheart"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Children's, Short Stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This collection of Montgomery short stories is focused on love and marriage, and is composed of tales that are about everything from a romance with a large age gap to the reconciling of estranged partners and to the typical Montgomery trick of having someone stubborn declare something and getting into trouble thereby. There's also the stereotypica illness that shows how much one is loved, and the marriage that is almost out of pity for the disorder the poor man has to live through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice little stories, all around, good for a snack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8181122238107647621?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8181122238107647621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8181122238107647621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8181122238107647621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8181122238107647621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/doctors-sweetheart.html' title='The Doctor&apos;s Sweetheart'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5128755788698813823</id><published>2007-09-09T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:08:34.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Golden Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000G3LP1O.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Golden Road" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Golden Road&lt;p&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1913 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000G3LP1O/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Golden Road"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Children's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an atmospheric novel. It only exists to give a flavor of life during a particular period. I cannot recall a single coherent plotline from beginning to end, just little episodes in the history of the King children. Actually, in many ways it reminds me of parts of Little Women, though that had an overall structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't bad, and I will track down the first of the two, but it is certainly not the sort of book to use in teaching plot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5128755788698813823?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5128755788698813823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5128755788698813823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5128755788698813823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5128755788698813823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/golden-road.html' title='The Golden Road'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6775062404046890694</id><published>2007-09-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:11:34.075-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Mistress Pat</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0770422462.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Mistress Pat" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Mistress Pat&lt;p&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1935 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $4.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0770422462/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Mistress Pat"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Children's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, this sequel to Pat of Silver Bush is about change. What's really strange is that the cover seems to bear this out. The cover on the copy I have is nearly identical as to placement and pose... but one mine, the girl is somewhat different, with redder hair and short sleeves. To make matters worse, the young pine trees in the background have grown a bit before the Amazon cover... so one has to wonder why the same artist (it has to be the same artist or an imitator) has gone back and done essentially the same picture twice! How odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the theme of the book is Change, the structure is Time. The book takes place over eleven years while the seeming Right Man for Pat is away, studying. Since Pat dislikes change so much, it is inevitable that change should happen to Silver Bush in such a way as to slowly detach her love from it. But she just seems so impossibly dense as to the outcome— when everything she loves about Silver Bush is gone, what is the point of staying? But it still takes a proverbial crowbar to pry her loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people have noted the neuroticism of Pat. Some more have objected to the elitism— but the elitism I saw had mostly to do with manners and with history. Many original families of locations were quite snobbish about their family heritage, something incomprehensible to most Americans, but with that heritage came a sense of duty in acting in a particular manner. One can only point out the rudeness of the Binnie clan as an example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sketch of times gone by, this is an excellent book. But it's a little disturbing, all the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6775062404046890694?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6775062404046890694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6775062404046890694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6775062404046890694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6775062404046890694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/mistress-pat.html' title='Mistress Pat'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6862460570586862753</id><published>2007-09-08T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:09:58.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Kilmeny of the Orchard</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000CDHT5Y.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Kilmeny of the Orchard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Kilmeny of the Orchard&lt;p&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1910 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B000CDHT5Y/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Kilmeny of the Orchard"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Children's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This early novel of Montgomery's is charming despite the fact that the plot is bizarrely contrived. Unusually for Montgomery, the protagonist is male... a young, rich graduate who takes on a rural teaching position as a favor to an ailing friend. While there, he surprises a beautiful girl playing violin in the orchard and starts to court her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it gets strange. Kilmeny is mute, and resists him because she feels unworthy of anyone's love. The reason this is strange is that apparently, her inability to speak is purely psychological— a term which they didn't even have at that point, so there's discussion of "the sins of the parent being visited on the child" and all of that. Literally, it's decided that she can't speak because her mother refused to. And Kilmeny is convinced that she is ugly. And unworthy. And just not suited to a man who obviously knows what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since this is a Montgomery novel, one knows it will all come right in the end, with the craziest of deus ex machinas, but hey. It's fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6862460570586862753?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6862460570586862753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6862460570586862753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6862460570586862753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6862460570586862753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/kilmeny-of-orchard.html' title='Kilmeny of the Orchard'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3813334634402297207</id><published>2007-09-07T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:12:35.617-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Pat of Silver Bush</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0770422470.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Pat of Silver Bush" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Pat of Silver Bush&lt;p&gt;L.M. Montgomery&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1933 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $4.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0770422470/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Pat of Silver Bush"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Children's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go used-book saling, you discover many things. Everyone knows of L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables series. Emily of New Moon is also well known. Some people even remember Jane of Lantern Hill (see a trend here?)— mostly due to the fact that it was made into a television movie shortly after the Anne series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this last go-round, I ran across books I'd never &lt;i&gt;heard&lt;/i&gt; of. Pat of Silver Bush. The Golden Road (and the predecessor I have to track down, The Story Girl.) Kilmeny of the Orchard. And the fact that when they started compiling her short stories, instead of the dozen or so listed in the official catalogues, Montgomery had written over &lt;i&gt;five hundred&lt;/i&gt; published stories. (Many of those are variants on a theme, but hey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pat of Silver Bush is the story of the most amazing homebody I've ever run across. She loves her home far too much, to the point where she'll drop a friend rather than hear her beloved acres maligned. The normal run of Montgomery tales of growing up form the basis of her life, including finding dear friends and having illnesses and meeting the boy you just know she's going to marry someday after she gets courted by all the wrong boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've given this book a lower score than I normally give Montgomery because Pat's resistance to change is almost pathological. She cries when trees are cut down, dead or not. She can't stand her old clothes being destroyed. And she won't move out of Silver Bush without a crowbar. It's disturbing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3813334634402297207?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3813334634402297207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3813334634402297207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3813334634402297207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3813334634402297207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/pat-of-silver-bush.html' title='Pat of Silver Bush'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4590948281932061866</id><published>2007-09-06T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:13:46.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Protector of the Small Quartet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B0000AA9J6.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Protector of the Small Quartet" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Protector of the Small Quartet&lt;p&gt;Tamora Pierce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0739446983/ref=ase_jdjbookreview-20/104-3244225-0274319?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;tagActionCode=jdjbookreview-20" target="_blank" title="read more about Protector of the Small Quartet"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy, Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Pierce has given us the girl knight with powerful magic. She's given us the powerful mage-child. Now she gives us Keladry, who is completely unmagical but the first girl who wants to try becoming a knight openly. She's big and strong and honorable, but she has some pretty stiff obstacles to overcome. One is the trainer himself, who is very good at his job but utterly convinced that women have no place in the knight cadre. Since he is fundamentally fair, he won't say no outright... but since he's so convinced, he does something that has never been done and has a trial year for Keladry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a trial it is, since certain elements of court are opposed to any female knights, and they bar Alanna from showing favor to the young girl. In her frustration at being unable to help, Alanna leaves court... and Keladry is left to fend for herself against hazing and predjucial pranks. One might well be able to guess the nature of such pranks from stories of, oh, the Civil Rights movement. Yes, some of them are that nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's what makes these books so appealing. Keladry is not fighting obscure magical threats (at least, not in the first few books); she is fighting for the right to be who she wants to be. She's fighting against entrenched attitudes and petty nastiness, as well as direct threats to her person. And mostly, she's fighting to prove that she can be good at something, and that something is at the core of knighthood. Keladry understands honor on a fundamental level that many of her peers do not. She knows that when things have "always been done that way," that doesn't mean that it's okay. She takes a stand against hazing, and against the idea that commoners should only operate on the sufferance of the nobility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while she takes objection to the term "Protector of the Small," it is fairly descriptive of her nature. She wants to be a knight because a knight is there to protect the weak, and because she believes that, she is a knight who is a protector instead of just a noble with a lot of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can like Alanna, and one can like Daine, but one can imagine oneself to &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; Keladry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4590948281932061866?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4590948281932061866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4590948281932061866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4590948281932061866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4590948281932061866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/protector-of-small-quartet.html' title='Protector of the Small Quartet'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4323529567559013627</id><published>2007-09-05T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:14:37.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Immortals Quartet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://g-images.amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/9d/dd/08e9124128a080aa00a5b010._AA224_.L.jpg" title="Wolf-speaker (Immortals)" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Wolf-speaker (Immortals)&lt;p&gt;Tamora Pierce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0739438034/ref=ase_jdjbookreview-20/104-3244225-0274319?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;tagActionCode=jdjbookreview-20" target="_blank" title="read more about Wolf-speaker (Immortals)"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy, Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another omnibus four-in-one. Tamora Pierce's protagonist this time is a young lady whose animal-based magic is large and virtually uncontrollable, hence the term "Wild Magic." Daine comes out of her little mountain town (and bad events of recent years) to get a job with a horse wrangler who is employed in the kingdom of Tortall. Certain strange events— such as visits from the badger god, whose cranky sarcasm is excellently curmudgeonly— presage an even greater danger: attacks from creatures whose mythical status is now in dispute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these four books deals in some way with the attacks by the Immortals, creatures that do not die of old age. In the first one, Daine must learn to fight and save a city from a very well-planned sneak attack. In the second, she has to unearth treachery from within the kingdom of Tortall. By the third, she has to act diplomatic at the court of the foreign power whose mages unlocked the Realm of the Immortals to attack Tortall. And in the fourth, she has to find a way to avoid the vengeful will of the person whom she thwarted while simultaneously unearthing a plot by the queen of Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bunch of tasks for a home-bred girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'd like to go into depth on each of these books, it would be difficult to do so without giving away far too many plot points. So go read them and find out for yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4323529567559013627?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4323529567559013627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4323529567559013627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4323529567559013627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4323529567559013627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/immortals-quartet.html' title='The Immortals Quartet'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7510379481653265105</id><published>2007-09-04T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:16:08.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Song of the Lioness Quartet</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ec3.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/ciu/e2/de/d0964310fca027c2550e3010._AA182_.L.jpg" title="Song of the Lioness Quartet" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Song of the Lioness Quartet&lt;p&gt;Tamora Pierce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0739431048/104-3244225-0274319?camp=2025&amp;dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE&amp;link%5Fcode=xm2&amp;n=283155" target="_blank" title="read more about Song of the Lioness Quartet"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy, Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually four books under one review. Pierce writes about strong female characters, usually in their teenage years, in the small kingdom of Tortall. Naturally enough, the primary audience of her books is going to be teenaged girls, but if your son wants a go, let him, because he may find out he likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I fell into these as an adult. They're quite good on the story front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book, Alanna: The First Adventure, starts off with a fairly simple premise. Twins Thom and Alanna are to be sent off to study, Alanna at a convent (where she will learn to be a young noblewoman) and Thom at the capitol (where he will learn to be a knight.) The problem is that shy and wary Thom would rather study magic, and brave Alanna would love to be a knight. So Alanna and Thom decide to switch places and become twin &lt;i&gt;boys&lt;/i&gt;. Alanna— under the name of Alan— will go off to be a knight, and Thom will study magic at the convent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some fast talking of their guardians (and acknowledgement of the fact that their widower father never pays attention to anything other than books), they perform the switch. Alanna studies knighthood while keeping her gender under wraps and has to deal with the fact that powerful magic flows through her as well as her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book deals well with the difficulties of keeping a secret, especially one that is to become harder to keep as time goes by. Alanna is a hotheaded charmer who is occasionally quite dense as to the matter of people liking her for her forthright nature. The book touches quite lightly on her emotionally absent father, but the few mentions of him are quite enough for those who can read between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Hand of the Goddess deals with those final years between Alanna and her knighthood. She has a few selected friends who know her secret, but she has to be careful of the growing threat to the royal family from within, because she knows that her vigilance is noted. She has to strike a balance between keeping herself safe and protecting her friend the prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By "growing friend" I mean that eventually it gets physical. No descriptions, but if you're upset by the idea I wouldn't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big climactic ending, and yes, Alanna gets her knighthood and her gender exposed in pretty short order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, there's more... The Woman Who Rides Like a Man is, perhaps, the strangest of these books. For the first year or two of Alanna's knighthood, we go straight from standard European medieval castle (via fantasy, of course) to Middle Eastern nomads on the desert. It makes sense but it's quite a bit of mental whiplash. Alanna's biggest problem at this point is that she has to deal strongly with the magical side of her life, and she doesn't really want to. She's also beginning to get the sense that she really doesn't belong with the heir, but he hasn't caught on to that yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final book, The Lioness Rampant, deals with several threats to Tortall. One is a threat which Alanna thought she had vanquished previously; danger comes from a very unexpected quarter; and there is, naturally enough, a quest with the necessary Mystical Object which the Hero has to find. Alanna, of course, is up for the role of Hero, though she has to talk many people into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic, explosions, treachery, earthquakes... well, it may not have much of True Love, and certainly not any Fencing, but it'll do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7510379481653265105?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7510379481653265105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7510379481653265105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7510379481653265105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7510379481653265105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/song-of-lioness-quartet.html' title='The Song of the Lioness Quartet'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7911234775195262236</id><published>2007-09-03T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:17:00.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Dragonsdawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345362861.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Dragonsdawn" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Dragonsdawn&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 13 August, 1989 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345362861/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Dragonsdawn"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps one of the most science-fictiony books of the Pern series, and it's one of the most interesting. It's the tale of the inital colonization of Pern, and the trials and hazards prior to the arrival of Thread. Once the deadly menace has arrived and is recognized, the action moves fairly quickly towards the engineering of the dragon race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the only criticsm of this book is that it seems ripe for a sequel. The book itself does not demand a sequel, but it leaves enough open questions that a sequel could well deal with. (And personally, I'd like to see a series of books that deal with that first Pass, or with the second. Dragonseye &lt;i&gt;does not count&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people unfamiliar with the Pern series, this is one possible entry. Just remind them that if they do read this one first, they should skip the Prologue to Dragonflight, since it's annoyingly contradictory. Anne McCaffrey knows when to drop a half-baked idea for a better one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7911234775195262236?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7911234775195262236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7911234775195262236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7911234775195262236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7911234775195262236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/dragonsdawn.html' title='Dragonsdawn'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5824478796194023960</id><published>2007-09-02T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:21:07.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>All the Weyrs of Pern</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345368932.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="All the Weyrs of Pern" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;All the Weyrs of Pern&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 24 October, 1992 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345368932/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about All the Weyrs of Pern"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Weyrs of Pern should be the final Pern book. It's a good triumphal ending, and has a definite sense of closure. There's a few spurs past— Dolphins of Pern, for example, goes on past the ending of this book, but really, it should end here. I would be perfectly happy of Anne McCaffrey (and now Todd McCaffrey) were to go and play around in Pern's history rather than carrying the "present" forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I wonder how Todd McCaffrey feels about writing the character of Jaxom, who is mildly based on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, the technological level of the characters is rapidly accelerated under the guidance of an artificial intelligence system, so that they may be able to end the scourge of Thread once and for all. The main tension in the novel comes not from the worry that they won't learn enough quickly enough, but from the understandable culture shock which afflicts certain people on Pern. I am reminded of a story by Spider Robinson called "The Time Traveller," in which the method of travelling through time is nothing technological, but the mere result of being imprisoned and forgotten in a Third World jail for almost two decades. The poor prisoner has to contend with a world that has changed beyond recognition in the time he has been out of touch, and the culture shock almost overwhelms him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things chage too quickly, there is a backlash. (We can see that as well in our own world; things change far too quickly for most people's comfort. Some people are adaptable, but others react against change strongly.) And this backlash is against the artificial intelligence and against the dragonriders as the agents of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, though, BIG TRIUMPHAL ENDING. Good close to the series, even if it isn't the last book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5824478796194023960?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5824478796194023960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5824478796194023960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5824478796194023960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5824478796194023960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-weyrs-of-pern.html' title='All the Weyrs of Pern'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6733244100902191704</id><published>2007-09-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:22:12.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Renegades of Pern</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345369335.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Renegades of Pern" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Renegades of Pern&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 13 August, 1990 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345369335/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Renegades of Pern"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My major annoyance with this book is that it started the dreaded "of" sequence. Renegades &lt;i&gt;of Pern&lt;/i&gt;. All the Weyrs &lt;i&gt;of Pern&lt;/i&gt;. Dolphins &lt;i&gt;of Pern&lt;/i&gt;. The Masterharper &lt;i&gt;of Pern&lt;/i&gt;. That's a bad titling convention if ever I heard one. While there have been a few books in the series since then that have broken that convention, once you let the publishers get away with it, they want to do it every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does help with the marketing, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCaffrey's still a strong writer at this point, and is beginning to show the perspective of people who are not dragonriders or closely allied with them. With the beginning of the Pass, and the fall of deadly Thread, some Holders use the danger as an excuse to clear out the Holdless, the types we might call homeless, or indigent... or sometimes old, or crippled, or even just the types with wanderlust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lilcamp trader clan is one such group, injured in an early Fall and treated shabbily by the Holders thereafter. The bad impression they get of dragonriders is in contrast to the favorable reports from the earlier books, and though Jayge Lilcamp, for example, later tempers his observations with respect to the "good" dragonriders, it's an important point to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the book where things get really interesting at the end. Some people may object to what they call a deus ex machina (though technically the NEXT book would be one) but you can't say she didn't set this up a long time ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6733244100902191704?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6733244100902191704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6733244100902191704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6733244100902191704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6733244100902191704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/09/renegades-of-pern.html' title='Renegades of Pern'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3314714327621548887</id><published>2007-08-31T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T18:29:47.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Dragonriders of Pern</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0785729194.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Dragonriders of Pern: Dragonflight, Dragonquest, the White Dragon" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Dragonriders of Pern: Dragonflight, Dragonquest, the White Dragon&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: October, 1999 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $28.00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0785729194/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Dragonriders of Pern: Dragonflight, Dragonquest, the White Dragon"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the classics are best, and when it comes to Anne McCaffrey, her first Pern novels are indeed classics. They're actually pretty spare in the beginning; a lot happens without much text describing the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonflight, the first, always seemed to me to be an overcast book. Everything seems tinged with that high cloud cover that even makes hot days seem oddly dark. I'm not sure why certain books have a weather overlay, but hey, I'lll take the impressions that I get. It's the struggle of a group that is important but which has lost all of the privileges associated with that importance as time has wiped away the memory of why the group is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the dragonriders, who are bonded with their dragons, are important because they are needed to clear the periodic deadly menace of Thread from the skies. It's been over four hundred Turns since Thread was seen, and most people think the dragons are no longer necessary. Their view is buttressed by the fact that where there used to be six Weyrs and thousand of dragons, there is now only one Weyr— and one breeding queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That queen's rider wants to find out the mystery of where the other Weyrs disappeared to, before Thread brings the menace that both she and the Weyrleader knows is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's an interesting point— sometimes I read the back of the book and think the story is going to be entirely different from the one that is in the book. This is one of them. I misread the phrase "from humans who had long ago ceased to exist" as "from humans— who had long ago ceased to exist!" That story would have been from a dragon queenling's point of view, and quite possibly very interesting in its own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonquest, the second book, was more than a bit over my head the first time I read it. It's about the problem of "future shock," a topic dealt with very nicely by Spider Robinson's short story "The Time-Traveler", which is about a man thrown in a Central American prison for over two decades. By the time he gets out, the world has changed to the point that he doesn't recognize it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you have people reacting in ways that seem just plain stupid to me, mainly because they can't accept the fact that the world has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing— Anne McCaffrey has sometimes seemed to me to need a continuity editor. There are a few changes made from the first book. One— the changing of Fort's Weyrleader from T'ton to T'ron is quite plausible given how Weyrleaders change, except that it's never quite made clear if they are actually supposed to be two different men. The second is more interesting, given how McCaffrey started differentiating dragon types. In the first book, Lytol's dead dragon was said to have been a green. By the second book, with no explanation, that's changed to a brown, which gives Lytol more retrospective status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;i&gt;also&lt;/i&gt; deals with a picky little problem that McCaffrey must have seen the moment she started the second book— and this is a reason that went straight over my head at that age. You see, the green dragons are female, and since dragonriders are very powerfully affected by the sexual experiences of their dragons, McCaffrey eventually developed (very circumspectly) that many green riders prefer the company of males. This would never have done for Lytol's backstory, as he married, had a family, and became a strong influence in a Crafthall— which are not as tolerant as dragonriders in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I said, it's very circumspect, and went straight over my head as a child. Even in the later Pern books, McCaffrey doesn't make a big deal about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Dragon is the misfit story, about a young Lord Holder and his runt of a dragon. It's very much a coming-of-age story, and Jaxom is a very likeable central character. That's not hard to imagine, since Jaxom was modelled, to a certain extent, on McCaffrey's son Todd (who is now publishing Pern books of his own, though I'm going to have to look up his actual last name for his earlier work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I saw a recent picture of him, and mentally aged the picture Robin Wood painted of him for People of Pern, and damned if she didn't use him as a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, Jaxom burns to prove himself, but since he's a very nice boy, and has been very well raised, it's interesting to see him try to come out of his shell. This is a big contrast to McCaffrey's female characters, who also have to come out of their shell but who are aggressive instead of shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was again surprised at how much happens in these books. The only unfortunate bit is how the sparse descriptions occasionally make you miss something— I never quite get a handle on Mirrim the way I do in the Harper Hall books, and even then I don't quite see her annoying aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. First three books in the Pern series, depending on how you count them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3314714327621548887?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3314714327621548887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3314714327621548887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3314714327621548887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3314714327621548887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/dragonriders-of-pern.html' title='The Dragonriders of Pern'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8637925675874429112</id><published>2007-08-30T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:26:01.638-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/034529873X.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 12 September, 1984 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/034529873X/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be drawn to plague novels. There's The Plague, by Camus, that has the trials of the bubonic plague in modern-day Africa; Doomsday Book, by Connie Willis, that deals with the bubonic plague and a modern-day flu simultaneously; The Stand, by Stephen King, where the superflu runs rampant... and Moreta, where an influenza pandemic threatens to topple Pern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to most of the Pern novels, this book takes place in a very short period of time. (The Harper Hall novels are the other exception.) From the opening Gather Day when the contagion spreads to the time of Moreta's Ride (of which a ballad is refernced in those novels set later), the book lasts less than a month. If one reads the description of The Ballad of Moreta's Ride in Dragonsinger, one will notice substantial discrepancies between that version and this book, ones not ascribable to translation error. McCaffrey is a bit notorious for such lapses— things a good continuity editor could fix, such as making sure that rider/dragon names remained consistent, or at the very least, rider/color— though in this case, I am pretty sure that it is the result of changing her mind about the circumstances. It is hard to plot the spread of an unspecified disease with an unspecified cure (nuts and herbs, indeed!) so why not use a well-established disease, with an understood method of prevention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreta, as a central character, is well-drawn. My only complaint is that as her current behavior is apparently a radical change from before, it would have been good to have some sketch of her character prior to the change, so that we could appreciate her newfound freedom and assertiveness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8637925675874429112?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8637925675874429112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8637925675874429112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8637925675874429112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8637925675874429112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/moreta-dragonlady-of-pern.html' title='Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6241072719313321905</id><published>2007-08-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:26:39.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Quartered Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886778395.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Quartered Sea" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Quartered Sea&lt;p&gt;Tanya Huff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 May, 1999 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886778395/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Quartered Sea"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find myself a little reluctant to read this book, perhaps because the protagonist is a little too self-pitying. Benedikt is a Bard, but his one quarter is Water instead of the more-common Air. He's extremely talented in that one quarter, well beyond the norm. But because everyone expects the Bards to Sing Air, he feels left out. (He also had parents who, while trying to be fair, had no notion of how to go about the business, and instilled in him a rather thorough inferiority complex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Queen of Shkoder asks for volunteers for a Bard to go along on a journey to find the land of a mysterious sailor, he is overjoyed when she picks him, not knowing he was the only volunteer. Though, quite honestly, his strength in Water is such he would be a logical choice. But an insane storm wrecks the ship and his only link to home, and he is washed up in a land where social missteps are extremely dangerous, and where his talents are going to be used or abused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the other reason I have trouble returning to this novel. Benedikt is tortured in a very disturbing manner, and though it seems at the end he is going to be rescued, it is still hard to endure the problems of an alien culture. Despite my reservations, though, I enjoy the book while I'm reading it. It's just afterwards that it disturbs me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6241072719313321905?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6241072719313321905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6241072719313321905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6241072719313321905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6241072719313321905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/quartered-sea.html' title='The Quartered Sea'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-9064428323786171656</id><published>2007-08-28T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:27:18.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>No Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886776988.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="No Quarter" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;No Quarter&lt;p&gt;Tanya Huff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 April, 1996 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886776988/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about No Quarter"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further the story of Vree, we now take the officially retired assassin to Shkoder. The events in this novel are so directly related to those in the prior novel that it would be impossible to discuss the plot in more than general terms without being spoilerish to Fifth Quarter. So to be general, Vree thinks the Bards of Shkoder can help her with her problem. Her brother Bannon is extremely upset at how Vree behaved in the previous novel, and in a frighteningly immature fashion wants to force her to return to the way things were before. The problem with the living dead has passed into Shkoder, and Vree is going to get involved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her head's still a bit crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She encounters Annice's daughter in this novel, an impetuous young woman who has great experience with the "fifth kigh", what we might call a soul or, possibly, a force of personality. She is, unfortunatly, also exceedingly romantic and flighty and apt to follow Vree into extreme danger because of her duty as a healer. Which makes for an interesting setup, which of course will be fulfilled with all due danger and threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's as far as I can go. Sorry for the vagueness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-9064428323786171656?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9064428323786171656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=9064428323786171656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/9064428323786171656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/9064428323786171656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-quarter.html' title='No Quarter'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-609618991118967714</id><published>2007-08-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:27:55.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Fifth Quarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886776511.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Fifth Quarter" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Fifth Quarter&lt;p&gt;Tanya Huff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 August, 1995 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886776511/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Fifth Quarter"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this return to the world that holds Shkoder, we go south to the Empire. In particular, we go south to the Imperial Army, where a pair of sibling assassins are set to take out a particular target. But a problem arises when Vree, the elder, is delayed, and comes upon her target already dying... and speaking to her as her brother Bannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their target is a body-switcher, and Vree manages to take the essence of Bannon into herself. With two people inhabiting her body, she sets on the trail of her brother's body and the person who inhabits it, with the intention of restoring her brother. But the body-thief is very clever, and too canny to be forced out in turn. He extracts a promise from the assassin that if she assists him to a body with a higher status, he'll allow her brother back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the tension in the novel to the point where they enter the capitol is centered in Vree. She was raised in the army and very tightly disciplined. Her training as an assassin is beyond compare, as she has survived far longer than the average. Now she is completely without guidelines, with her hotheaded brother all too close for comfort, and as his memories very closely parallel hers, the boundaries between their personalities are very fragile. That alone makes for an entertaining novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once they get to the capitol, a new complication arises from the body-thief's past, and there's living dead in the streets. Heh. That's a major geek point right there. As soon as you've brought zombies or their equivalent into the story, you're as good as gold. More to the point, Vree's relationship with the body-thief becomes complicated and confusing, as the implications of his... uh, lives... begin to sink into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff is a solid writer. Her characters are well-rounded without being too realistic (this is, after all, a fantasy). If some of them are just a little too good to be true, well, what's the fun of writing about mediocre sorts?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-609618991118967714?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/609618991118967714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=609618991118967714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/609618991118967714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/609618991118967714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/fifth-quarter.html' title='Fifth Quarter'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3545482823166534801</id><published>2007-08-26T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:29:23.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Scarlet Ruse</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0449224775.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Scarlet Ruse" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Scarlet Ruse&lt;p&gt;John D. MacDonald&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 09 March, 1996 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.50 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0449224775/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Scarlet Ruse"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis McGee, taking his retirement in installments, has a slight problem when the city plans to ban houseboat living. (This is a situation that occurs again and again in the increasingly few places where houseboats are still allowed.) To take his mind off his troubles, he lets a friend talk him into hearing the problem of a philatelist. A philatelist is one who collects stamps, and this one is a known broker of exceedingly rare and precious stamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that a collection of stamps for a particular buyer has been stolen— or, more accurately, swapped— and if it cannot be recoverred, he'll have to reimburse his client the full value, an amount that would cause him to liquidate his business. What's worse is that the book was taken from under the noses of a bank that records its vault visits, and the client in question never handled the stamps himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So McGee investigates, and his search will take him into the path of syndicates, killers, and a dangerous woman who is all too self-centered. Because in pre-Miami Vice days, you had to have &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; kind of hardboiled action in Florida...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3545482823166534801?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3545482823166534801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3545482823166534801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3545482823166534801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3545482823166534801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/scarlet-ruse.html' title='Scarlet Ruse'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1020322318155062556</id><published>2007-08-26T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:28:47.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Sing the Four Quarters</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886776287.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Sing the Four Quarters" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Sing the Four Quarters&lt;p&gt;Tanya Huff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 December, 1994 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886776287/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Sing the Four Quarters"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, Tanya Huff seems to be the writing heir to Mercedes Lackey. One could make a transition from one author to the other and barely notice a blip in the writing style. That is probably why I like Mercedes Lackey so much upon encountering her for the first time. She's new but still familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel is set in a country called Shkoder, a tiny little principality in which Bards (note the capital, just like Heralds!) are trained in singing the &lt;i&gt;kigh&lt;/i&gt;, embodiments of the four elements. Each element has a Quarter, and every bard has a specialty in one or more quarters. With training, a person to whom the kigh naturally respond can get them to do things. A person who Sings Air can call up breezes or send messages. One who Sings Fire can raise or calm a blaze. Bards strong in Earth are good for assisting growing things, and those who Sing Water can divert floods and move ships. All in all, some handy talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annice Sings all four quarters. She has just returned from a Walk, which is a circuit that is designed to help spread information and gather rumor. Annice, however, brought something else back... a growing pregnancy. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but Annice is the disowned sister of the king, barred from further issue. And to make matters worse, shortly after she returns a plot is set in motion to frame a particular person for treason... and that man just happens to be the father of her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's several cultural notes that bear looking at. In this country, as in many of the countries surrounding it, women are on a very equal footing with the men. They serve in the army, run shops, and get into trouble the same as their male counterpart. Also of note is the fact that there is no issue about same-sex pairings (if this bothers you, avoid this whole series)... and, more to the point, political joinings are made with no gender barrier and sometimes, with complete disregard of the preferences of those involved. While the latter statement is a common feature in history (marriage as a political tool was only in the last century or two replaced by marriage as a love match), there is nothing in our history that would allow for the former, as children of the match were as important as the match itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to see a reasoned justification for the absence of necessary children in political joinings. Maybe they just bring in a ringer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, though Annice is most definitely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; in love with the father of her baby, she still has to find out how he was framed and clear his name before her own life is endangered. Though honestly, her brother's not as implacable as she thinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1020322318155062556?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1020322318155062556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1020322318155062556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1020322318155062556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1020322318155062556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/sing-four-quarters.html' title='Sing the Four Quarters'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7962992976182395838</id><published>2007-08-25T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:30:00.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Deep Blue Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0449223833.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Deep Blue Good-by" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Deep Blue Good-by&lt;p&gt;John D. MacDonald&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 31 May, 1995 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0449223833/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Deep Blue Good-by"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis McGee is a product of his time. He deeply appreciates women— one at a time and in sequence, though none for long term, and he treats them with a sort of rough chivalry, usually made rougher when he doesn't want to seem a soft touch. He bullies men only when necessary and treats them with gruff courtesy other times. In all reality, he seems like a beach-bum version of James Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book was written in 1964, and you can't imagine Travis McGee acting this way today. He would be up on sexual harrassment charges incredibly fast, in spite of the fact that it would utterly bewilder him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked these books up because Spider Robinson has his characters rave about the man from time to time. Spider has often been called the heir to Heinlein— something I never saw— but it's MacDonald's writing style that he most clearly reflects. So if you've read any Spider Robinson, you'll have a gauge for how well you'll like this style of writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the novel. Travis McGee is a relaxed sort, one who is "taking his retirement on the installment plan." He does a big job and lives off the proceeds until he needs to work again. His line of work is to retrieve things that are both difficult to find and which may have legal obstacles in the way, and he takes a hefty half of the proceeds. In this case, the missing items are unknown except that they were brought back from overseas— probably illegally— by an army guy, and stolen by a son-in-law after the man's death. His daughter would like to have whatever it is back, in no small part because the jerk not only abandoned her but returned to flaunt his newfound wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior Allen is the nastiest little sociopath I've ever run across in a novel. He hasn't graduated to outright murder yet, but as written, he soon will. He's an utterly chilling personage, and I say that as one who has read through &lt;a href="http://www.crimelibrary.com/"&gt;Crime Library's&lt;/a&gt; descriptions of various nasties. This is long before such things were widely available, and in fact, the term "serial killer" was only coming into common parlance, yet Junior Allen has all of the hallmarks of incipient psychopathy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis McGee is very competent at his job, yet he's a little amateurish in that he never seems to understand the depth of the danger he's about to be in. (He deeply appreciates it while he's in it.) As it happens, it's a very close thing for him at the end, with deaths and injuries on all sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one for the hardboiled category.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7962992976182395838?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7962992976182395838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7962992976182395838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7962992976182395838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7962992976182395838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/deep-blue-goodbye.html' title='Deep Blue Goodbye'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2711391229506756995</id><published>2007-08-24T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:31:22.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Viscount of Adrilankha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0812534174.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Viscount of Adrilankha" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Viscount of Adrilankha&lt;p&gt;Steven Brust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 18 August, 2003 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0812534174/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Viscount of Adrilankha"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Paths of the Dead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord of Castle Black&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sethra Lavode&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, Brust promised a third book to the Phoenix Guards series. And as sometimes happens, that one book grew larger and morphed into several. While technically these three books are a trilogy, and a trilogy sequel to two previous novels, the action moves across all three in such a way that you should under no circumstances attempt to read one alone. I am sure that an omnibus edition will eventually make its way to market, possibly with a companion omnibus in the form of The Phoenix Guards and Five Hundred Years After.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the moment, let us merely consider them as one story in three volumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I find most striking about this series is that the Dragaerans are presented as gently dumb. Sometimes it is merely them being slow on the uptake— such as Morrolan not figuring out that his living several centuries while all around him people die after a normal span might, somehow, be considered unusual— and sometimes it is having to be beat over the head with something before they get it. This may be a feature of the pseudo-historical style that Brust has adopted (after all, sometimes Dumas' creations seem more than a little dumb) or it might be a reflection of the true comparisons of intellect. After all, Vlad Taltos is valued precisely because he's a pretty bright guy— not smarter than the smart Dragaerans, maybe, but certainly swifter of thought than the general run of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story covers the end of the Interregnum, the return of the Orb and the re-instatement of the Empire. Of course, such things do not come easily, and there's usually people with plans of their own who get in the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't think I can speak really well to the substance of these books since they're all bound up in my head with the very long train trip we took to Denver, and with the large amount of time I spent staring out my window as we went through the Rockies and the Sierras and red rock country. They're good and they're fun but really, it was a very long train ride. And the geography wins hands down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2711391229506756995?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2711391229506756995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2711391229506756995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2711391229506756995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2711391229506756995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/viscount-of-adrilankha.html' title='The Viscount of Adrilankha'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-706407245787271220</id><published>2007-08-23T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:32:28.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Five Hundred Years After</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0812515226.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Five Hundred Years After" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Five Hundred Years After&lt;p&gt;Steven Brust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 15 March, 1995 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0812515226/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Five Hundred Years After"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is that good old story , "Let's get the old gang together and save the world." Except that they don't. This is the story of the fall of the Dragaeran Empire, the creation of a new sea of chaos where the capital used to be, and the beginning of the Interregnum. Not, shall we say, a happy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is set five hundred years after the previous novel, which in Dragaeran terms is equivalent to fifteen or twenty years of useful human lifespan. Khaavren's just thinking of getting married, for example. He'd be the emotional equivalent of a guy of thirty or thirty-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is as florid as the previous novel, though thankfully nowhere near the turgid prose of The Man In the Iron Mask (which should more accurately be titled The Four Musketeers Get Old and Die.) It is not as engaging as the Phoenix Guards though it is a good continuation of the story. It even introduces an enemy of the four friends, one whose identity is cleverly concealed behind a pseudonym. This is clever because the pompous author (the fictional one, Paarfi, not the real one, Brust) does not have enough conversational quirks or description for us to tell who this is, because we have met this person before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holding a grudge for 500 years is not beyond Dragaerans, who are a bit petty sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-706407245787271220?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/706407245787271220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=706407245787271220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/706407245787271220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/706407245787271220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/five-hundred-years-after.html' title='Five Hundred Years After'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4171408962002726605</id><published>2007-08-22T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:33:21.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Phoenix Guards</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0812506898.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Phoenix Guards" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Phoenix Guards&lt;p&gt;Steven Brust&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 15 June, 1992 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0812506898/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Phoenix Guards"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is The Three Musketeers, even going so far as to have four instead of three (The Three Musketeers was about &lt;i&gt;four&lt;/i&gt; musketeers, completely confusing the issue.) Instead of Porthos, Athos, Aramis, and d'Artagnan, you have Pel, Aerich, Tazendra, and Khaavren, not necessarily direct cognates. These four, of varying Houses (which in Dragaeran terms mean not only genetic heritage but personality types) have decided to join the Phoenix Guards and, of course, get into all manner of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The language is convoluted and flowery, the situations are ludicrous, and the adventure is quite real. Brust once said that he giggled all through the writing of this book and is vastly surprised that anyone would publish it. If you are the sort of person who giggles helplessly when confronted by flowery phrases that say very funny things*, then this is the book for you. If you are, instead, the sort of person who can't understand the appeal of Dumas or Jane Austen and just want the author to get to the point, then stick to Brust' Vlad Taltos novels. They are very different in style and should keep you entertained sufficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This may also work if you giggle when confronted by a character whose weapon of choice is a barstool, which he carries with him wherever he goes. And in the absence of someone to hit, he always has something to sit upon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4171408962002726605?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4171408962002726605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4171408962002726605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4171408962002726605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4171408962002726605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/phoenix-guards.html' title='The Phoenix Guards'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1204345542437957428</id><published>2007-08-21T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:34:14.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Take a Thief</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0756400589.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Take a Thief" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Take a Thief&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 October, 2002 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0756400589/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Take a Thief"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that cover scream pre-teen girl to you? It sure does to me. It's got the &lt;i&gt;magical talking pony with big blue eyes&lt;/i&gt; on the cover, and it's lavender. Lavender, for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's kind of interesting, since this book is about as close to a boy's adventure novel as Lackey gets. You could give it to a ten-year-old and watch his eyes light up as the protagonist, Skif, deals with extreme poverty through means of thieving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if he could get past the very very girly cover. Boys that age are sensitive to such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this, then, is the story of Skif, one of Talia's friends. This is his life before he became a Herald, and how his acceptance causes much surprise in the Herald community, who aren't generally the types to have criminals, petty or not, in their midst. It's full of minor derring-do and includes the man that Fagin would have been had he cared a little more. It doesn't add a whole lot to the overall plot arc— some people complain about such things— but is an excellent character description and, let's face it, fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1204345542437957428?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1204345542437957428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1204345542437957428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1204345542437957428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1204345542437957428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-thief.html' title='Take a Thief'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-1326415267286002187</id><published>2007-08-20T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:35:23.876-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Exile's Valor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0756402212.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Exile's Valor" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Exile's Valor&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 05 October, 2004 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0756402212/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Exile's Valor"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to wonder about Valdemar. From the books I've read, it seems that there is a continuous line of wars and plotting against the throne. Good Lord, don't these people have anything else to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the Tedrel Wars and the death of the king, the young Selenay is put upon the throne. Naturally, her advisors try to rule her life (and her country) and just as naturally, she resents this. And Alberich is spending all of his time teaching weaponry and tracking down plots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider that Alberich has been a Herald for perhaps twelve or fifteen years when Talia enters the scene at the age of thirteen. So he's been a Herald for twenty-odd years at the end of the Queen's Own series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And he's been tracking down plots that entire time.&lt;/i&gt; Some of them are even the same plot, or variants thereof, though admittedly many of them are the small-time criminal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come &lt;i&gt;on&lt;/i&gt;, Valdemar. Get a little self-respect. It's not as though you're ruled by a despot. Some countries go for literally centuries without somebody trying to depose the monarch. Coup-d'etats are not the norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway. It just seems obvious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... then. This is more Alberich. If you liked Exile's Honor, you'll probably like this one. The humorless Weaponsmaster actually cracks a smile or two, and it's not hard to have fun when somebody occasionally breaks into Yoda-speak. (Alberich finds it very hard to understand sentences with the verbs in the middle, where they can apply to &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-1326415267286002187?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/1326415267286002187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=1326415267286002187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1326415267286002187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/1326415267286002187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/exiles-valor.html' title='Exile&apos;s Valor'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-88279471787462205</id><published>2007-08-19T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:35:57.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Exile's Honor</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0756401135.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Exile's Honor" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Exile's Honor&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 07 October, 2003 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0756401135/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Exile's Honor"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tale of Alberich, the weapons instructor of the Heralds in the time of Talia (Queen's Own.) More accurately, it is the tale of his Choosing, of his life after his gift of Foresight got him condemned to death by the priests of his culture. Even more specifically, it is the tale of his fitting in to a land which has been his land's long-term enemy... and his struggle to fit what he is learning into his faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good story, told in far more depth than the Talia books. Alberich holds true to his principles without taking a reflexive stance against those things he was brought up to fear. He is the ultimate warrior, always seeking the true enemy... and he is the best weapons instructor the Collegium has ever had, as he is merciless to his students, lest a gift of easy training lead to their deaths on the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eventually he has to come to terms with the fact that the hereditery enmity between his homeland and his adopted country is about to boil to the surface again, and that choosing either side will run counter to everything he holds dear.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-88279471787462205?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/88279471787462205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=88279471787462205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/88279471787462205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/88279471787462205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/exiles-honor.html' title='Exile&apos;s Honor'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6340969432258610887</id><published>2007-08-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:36:31.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Oathbreakers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886774543.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Oathbreakers" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Oathbreakers&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 03 January, 1989 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886774543/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Oathbreakers"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has none of the problems of the previous novel. It is a true novel, not a compilation; it has a full plotline of itself, and the characters are truly developed. Kethry and Tarma are getting close to their goal of having enough fame and money to start a school so that Kethry can begin to resurrect Tarma's clan. (Not to say that she will &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; resurrect the dead; Kethry is merely to have children to begin the clan anew, and they will likewise hand-select new members.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But naturally enough they are willing to risk their dream to help a friend whose disappearance could be due to foul play. As that friend is the captain of the best mercenary force in the country, her disappearance is fairly disturbing. What's more disturbing is the possibility that Kethry and Tarma may be set up... and the only way to know is to find out themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Oathbound had been written the way this one is, I have no doubt that the two together would be considered Lackey's crowning achievement. As it is, this one is far better than the first but it still feels as though there are gaps in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need those other Tarma/Kethry short stories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6340969432258610887?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6340969432258610887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6340969432258610887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6340969432258610887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6340969432258610887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/oathbreakers.html' title='Oathbreakers'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3270020283140296748</id><published>2007-08-17T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:37:31.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Oathbound</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886774144.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Oathbound" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Oathbound&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 05 July, 1988 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886774144/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Oathbound"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kethry and Tarma are a couple of characters that Lackey first introduced in a short story. This book, unfortunately, suffers from the fact that they are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; introduced within the novel, and from the fact that this book reads more like a bunch of conjoined short stories— which it partially is— than a whole novel. That is a pity, as these two characters are quite engaging and well-rounded. I can understand why Lackey would have put the book together this way, but I wish she had done it otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, if you don't mind an episodic read, this book is filled with interesting tales, sort of like "Selections From the Life of Kethry and Tarma." Not so bad. And as opposed to the Talia books, the sexuality in these books is almost exclusively the kind where a woman is wronged... and the protagonists avenge her. No underaged sexuality here, though one does have to contend with the brutality of rape (undescribed, thankfully.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3270020283140296748?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3270020283140296748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3270020283140296748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3270020283140296748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3270020283140296748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/oathbound.html' title='The Oathbound'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3378372973521415698</id><published>2007-08-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:38:16.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Arrow's Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886774004.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Arrow's Fall" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Arrow's Fall&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 05 January, 1988 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886774004/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Arrow's Fall"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This final book of the Talia trilogy is full of omens. Talia has not revealed her bond to Dirk, a particularly plain Herald who is afraid that Talia has fallen for his handsome friend Kris instead. The Council is pressuring Queen Selenay to betrothe her daughter Elspeth to the son of an ally, and though she approves of the father, she knows nothing of the son. And over all hangs a Foretelling that Talia will not find her greatest joy until after her greatest grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that grief... well, it's a doozy. My recommendation is that instead of getting the trilogy as three separate volumes, you buy the omnibus edition (entitled Queen's Own) and treat it as one book. Because as it turns out, there are things hinted at in the first novel that come to fruition in this, the third, and that way you don't lose any momentum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3378372973521415698?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3378372973521415698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3378372973521415698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3378372973521415698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3378372973521415698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/arrows-fall.html' title='Arrow&apos;s Fall'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4620696310589016022</id><published>2007-08-15T19:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:39:47.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Arrows of the Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886773784.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Arrows of the Queen" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Arrows of the Queen&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 03 March, 1987 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886773784/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Arrows of the Queen"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first book of Lackey's Valdemar series, and the first one she wrote. In some ways, this shows; a conspiracy that is unmasked is done so in the most general of terms, while the focus seems to be entirely on the growing up of Talia, a young girl raised in an oppressive society whose being chosen as a Herald comes as a complete surprise to her, and as the fulfillment of a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also a bit heavy-handed in spots, over-emphasizing the trait of Valdemar as a tolreant society, at least officially. Unofficially, Talia is in constant danger of her life, because she has been Chosen precisely because she has a hope of taming the Brat, the Queen's daughter... who cannot be Heir unless she is also Chosen. And the Choice is made by Companions, magical harse-like beings who don't pick people with nasty temperaments, because Heralds have to be the arbiters of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this sounds like a pre-teen's fantasy— magical horses with silver hooves and blue eyes!— you'd be right. They are a bit better than that premise might suggest, however... though occasionally I look at the cove art and think &lt;i&gt;magical ponies with silver hooves and blue eyes!&lt;/i&gt; It's inescapable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that some people have an objection to is the early introduction of sexuality to Heralds. Fourteen and fifteen-year-olds are sometimes depicted as having sex or as wanting it (offpage, naturally; it's not hot &amp; heavy), and there is at least one homosexual relationship revealed. (Lackey was lauded for her writing on the latter; at the time, there were almost no renditions of same-sex relationships that treated them with any sympathy.) My take on the business is that it is in keeping with the society of the time; when Talia runs away from her people it is at the age of thirteen, and they have told her it is time to get married. As little as a century ago it was not unheard of for fourteen-year-olds to be married and working on their first pregnancy... but it is worth warning about, and if such things disturb you, don't choose these books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4620696310589016022?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4620696310589016022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4620696310589016022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4620696310589016022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4620696310589016022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/arrows-of-queen.html' title='Arrows of the Queen'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8717389779015748980</id><published>2007-08-15T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:38:51.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Arrow's Flight</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0886773776.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Arrow's Flight" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Arrow's Flight&lt;p&gt;Mercedes Lackey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 September, 1987 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0886773776/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Arrow's Flight"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second book featuring Talia is set at the end of her training. The last step in her training is to perform a circuit with an experienced Herald, doing those functions that Heralds do. Her particular talents, mainly a gift for empathy, have given rise to certain suspicions in the Council, and they will have to be addressed. However, in doing so, her doubts get magnified to the point of crisis, because as a powerful empath, her emotions not only feed on themselves, but can be used as a weapon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, naturally enough, a coming-of-age novel, but it's a little different in that instead of coming into one's own, this novel deals with what can happen when certain assumptions you've made turn out to be very wrong, and how sometimes you need to start over in order to do things right. That's an oddly mature concept to sneak into a book that is essentially escapist fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8717389779015748980?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8717389779015748980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8717389779015748980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8717389779015748980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8717389779015748980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/arrows-flight.html' title='Arrow&apos;s Flight'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6901406380706756286</id><published>2007-08-14T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:41:07.826-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Toll-Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0099476363.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Toll-Gate" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Toll-Gate&lt;p&gt;Georgette Heyer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 22 November, 2005 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0099476363/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Toll-Gate"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure what is up with this one. It's almost more of an action novel than a romance, as the impetuous Captain John Staple takes over a toll-gate on a whim, so as to protect a young boy whose guardian is missing. Then he sees the beuatiful Nell Stornaway and resolves to stay as long as necessary... and somehow gets drawn into a web of intrigue and danger that seems simply absurd. It's fun but a little strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, this reminds me of Elizabeth Peters' Legend in Green Velvet, which is hardly surprising as her mysteries are often thinly-veiled romances, while this romance is a thinly-veiled mystery. So there's your crossover read: If you like Elizabeth Peters, you'll probably like Heyer, and vice-versa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6901406380706756286?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6901406380706756286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6901406380706756286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6901406380706756286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6901406380706756286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/toll-gate.html' title='The Toll-Gate'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-591999200086960878</id><published>2007-08-13T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:42:25.345-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Quiet Gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0373836848.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Quiet Gentleman" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Quiet Gentleman&lt;p&gt;Georgette Heyer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 10 January, 2006 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $4.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0373836848/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Quiet Gentleman"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have another of Heyer's Regency romances, and this time the protagonist is a congenial Earl, whose arrival back home is to the dismay of his stepmother and half-brother, who long felt that the earldom was their by default. Gervase wants to win them over, however, but that might be a problem as attempts on his life start taking place. Somewhere along the line the book becomes a bit of a mystery— but only a bit, as the perpetrator can quickly be deduced by a bit of inverted logic. Because really, if the obvious person cannot be blamed, that only leaves one real suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The romantic interest is anything but romantic. Practical Drusilla helps when necessary, does the right thing, and steadfastly refuses to swoon in a crisis... much to her dismay, when she realizes that she has fallen for the Earl. A wonderfull bit of humor comes up when her anti-royalist parents (friends of Mary Wollenstonecraft, the early feminist, anti-establishment mother of Mary Shelley, author of Frankenstein) hear of her inclinations; her father is gruff and disapproving while her mother is jubilant that she's in the good graces of an Earl. When Drusilla's father expresses astonishment that an anti-royalist author could be so overjoyed at the favors of a peer, she quickly admonishes him that he is confusing theory with practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, it all ends happily. This is a romance, after all. I do wonder, however, at the speed of its consumation; Heyer neglected to give us the signs of favor that the characters could evidently see. Pity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-591999200086960878?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/591999200086960878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=591999200086960878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/591999200086960878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/591999200086960878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiet-gentleman.html' title='The Quiet Gentleman'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-9217505660434558292</id><published>2007-08-12T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:43:36.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Foundling</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0425039781.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Foundling" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Foundling&lt;p&gt;Georgette Heyer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 1977 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; used &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0425039781/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Foundling"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgetter Heyer is best known for her Regency romances. They primarily deal with a period of English history that at its widest runs from around 1650 to 1810 (which is bigger than the actual Regency period, but the definition is a bit fast and loose anyway.) In this way she can deal with various orders of nobility and have various plots that hinge on such things as inheritance and marriage for love. In romance terms these are the anti-steamy romances; about the most you will get is passionate kissing, usually at the very end of the novel and even then only if the parties involved are mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all get married, of course. Anything less wouldn't be respectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more general terms, I think of these books as "Austen Lite"; they tend to be similar in feel though the Austen is much deeper and (naturally enough) more authentic. Heyer's books tend toward the silly on occasion, but a little silliness rarely hurts someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Foundling is the tale of a young duke who feels utterly smothered by his overprotective relatives and servants. Since he's a nice guy, he finds it completely impossible to tell them all to go to the devil, and ends up proposing to a girl under general expectaions of their marriage... and under the misapprehension that she is friendly to him solely out of a sense of duty, and that their marriage is to be entirely loveless. In his frustration with the whole situation, he runs off to help a cousin in need, setting off a fairly ludicrous chain of events where he falls in and out of danger, finds himself protecting a somewhat brainless pair of youths, and starts rumors about himself that have no help of being quenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is quite silly, and very thin on the romance side. But that's good; too much lovey-dovey gets cloying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-9217505660434558292?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/9217505660434558292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=9217505660434558292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/9217505660434558292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/9217505660434558292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/foundling.html' title='The Foundling'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-7617385242014064033</id><published>2007-08-11T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:47:34.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Polgara the Sorceress</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345422554.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Polgara the Sorceress" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Polgara the Sorceress&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 26 December, 1998 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345422554/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Polgara the Sorceress"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second verse, same as the fist. A little bit louder and a little bit worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to hear Polgara's side of the story, and what she tells is quite often different from her father's side of the story. To begin with, there's a whole lot about her mysterious mother Poledra, which is quite a trick seeing as how Poledra isn't really in the picture starting with Polgara's birth (along with that of her twin sister, Beldaran.) Polgara is, probably to her surprise, the major mother figure of the series. The French artists had a field day with this one, choosing to depict her in abstract, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/2266094688/ref=dp_image_0/104-9339127-3106361?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;n=283155&amp;s=books"&gt;a face in the trees&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/226608111X/ref=dp_image_0/104-9339127-3106361?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;n=283155&amp;s=books"&gt;a rock formation&lt;/a&gt; (with requisite weeping child in the background.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real gripe I have with this is that as an "autobiography", Polgara's "voice" comes across as virtually identical to that of Belgarath's. It's probably not something most people would notice, but little things such as phrasing shine through. The story is different but the author is the same. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-7617385242014064033?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/7617385242014064033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=7617385242014064033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7617385242014064033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/7617385242014064033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/polgara-sorceress.html' title='Polgara the Sorceress'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4905808110320211950</id><published>2007-08-10T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:48:13.977-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Belgarath the Sorcerer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/2266120190.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Belgarath the Sorcerer" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Belgarath the Sorcerer&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 28 February, 2002 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/2266120190/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Belgarath the Sorcerer"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose the book link that I did because I want to know what on &lt;i&gt;earth&lt;/i&gt; the French artist was thinking. Armor. And wings. On a horse. With &lt;i&gt;cows&lt;/i&gt; in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which has utterly nothing to do with this novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel is the somewhat indulgent telling of the history of Belgarath the Sorcerer, perhaps the most powerful man in the world... and a thief, a drunk, and a storyteller above all else. It's all the bits and pieces that this somewhat rotten old man has dropped throughout the series, told in expanded format. We know how the story ends— that's what the Belgariad and the Malloreon were all about. So there's no massive amount of tension, since this is an "autobiography" told after the fact. We know he's okay, obviously, but he's so wonderfully flamboyant that we want to hear &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; side of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidentally, I've yet to see a really good cover for this book. The American artist tried to replicate the styles used on the Belgariad and the Malloreon covers (done by Lawrence Schwinger and Edwin Herder, respectively), but ended up looking unfortunately cartoony. (The reason for comparatively cartoony styles on American fantasy has to do with the fact that the vast majority of books in America are bought not at bookstores but at supermarkets. Lame.) The English cover's a little better, but so vague that I'm not really sure what it has to do with this world. It's a guy with his back to the audience. Holding a sword. On a big round rock. (Which had damned well better &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; be the Orb.) With mountains in the background! Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is for those who read the sequels and prequels and side bits and guides. It's well told, and a lot of fun, but it doesn't go anywhere new. Just so you know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4905808110320211950?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4905808110320211950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4905808110320211950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4905808110320211950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4905808110320211950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/belgarath-sorcerer.html' title='Belgarath the Sorcerer'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-8621522100783359850</id><published>2007-08-09T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:52:15.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Malloreon</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345483863.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Malloreon, Vol. 1" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Malloreon, Vol. 1&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 30 August, 2005 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $11.67 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345483863/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Malloreon, Vol. 1"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the one hand, this is a complete retread of the Belgariad. On the other hand, it's so much fun that you don't really care. And it does have enough differences to be truly worthwhile, while Eddings himself points out the similarities. Farmboy Garion is all grown up with a family now, and his family heritage definitely shines through. The characters developed in the Belgariad are realistically aging but still fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the writing that really makes this. I know that Eddings didn't intend this as a comedy but his characters are such geniuses at saying the funny thing that I constantly find myself giggling. And somewhere in the second book— in the caverns of UL, as it happens— I figured out something that was going to happen at the end of the series and had to put the book down so I could laugh— for twenty minutes. Not precisely a mystery, but don't feel bad if you don't figure it out until later. Sometimes I can really sense the narrative flow for certain writers. (George R.R. Martin is a continual surprise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no spoilers. If you liked the Belgariad, you'll almost certainly like this, unless you hate even a hint of sameness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345483871.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Malloreon, Vol. 2" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Malloreon, Vol. 2&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 30 August, 2005 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $10.37 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345483871/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Malloreon, Vol. 2"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These spoiler-free reviews are kind of dull. I almost feel like I should include a Princess Bride-style recommendation: "Quests. Dragon. Magic. Jousting. Prophecies. Comedy both high and low. True Love. Gods and demons and sorcerers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes it sound like something else entirely, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The primary appeal of this series is its approachability. You can imagine going on a quest with these people, sure, but you can also imagine going with them to market, or seeing them on a farm, or chopping wood. In many fantasies, the humdrum details are excluded to the point that you can't see the characters as real people. In Eddings' world, these people would be instantly recognizeable on the street, should you happen to run into them. And you'd probably like most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go in for the ride and deal with the fact that these highly implausible people seem like friends by now. Except for the mute. When a writer is good at creating witty dialogue, a mute character sort of fades into the background a bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-8621522100783359850?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/8621522100783359850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=8621522100783359850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8621522100783359850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/8621522100783359850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/11/malloreon.html' title='The Malloreon'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-6831561249558930475</id><published>2007-08-08T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:53:25.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Belgariad</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345456327.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Belgariad, Vol. 1" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Belgariad, Vol. 1&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 27 August, 2002 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $11.02 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345456327/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Belgariad, Vol. 1"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the saying that an author's first novel is the best because that's the one he really wanted to write? This is one of those cases. Nothing that Eddings has written comes as close to sheer greatness as the books set in this first world of his. It's the high epic fantasy told through a style of today's. People (except for the Mimbrate Arends) speak in a normal manner. They're sarcastic and witty and cool. They live what we would consider to be normal lifespans (and which definitely were NOT normal lifespans during the apparent period.) They get married primarily for love, except in matters of state, when in fact the concept of marriage for anything other than property is a comparatively recent occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all unimportant in the long run, though. It's just background noise to anyone other than a historian, but the primary reason it's interesting at all is that it gets the culture shock out of the way and a reader can identify with the characters directly without having to do any heavy mental work. And &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt; useful to know because it means that a junior high student can pick these up and love them, while an adult with an eye to fun (like, say, Evil Rob) can pick these up fo rthe first time and also fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice a distinct lack of story detail in this review. It's because if you haven't read these before, it's best to approach them with a fresh eye. In fact, do what Evil Rob did and skip the Prologue to the first book. It's not really necessary and it will make for some dramatic reveals in the text itself. (That is one spoilerish prologue!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345456319.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Belgariad, Vol. 2" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Belgariad, Vol. 2&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 27 August, 2002 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $10.37 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345456319/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Belgariad, Vol. 2"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 5 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star5.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The publishing industry has an interesting effect on what books are published, and, more precisely &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; they are published. The classic example is The Lord of the Rings, intended as one monolithic novel but split into three at the insistence of the publishers— and, incidentally, creating the concept of the fantasy trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early 80s, the publishing industry decided that the maximum cost of a paperback was to be no more than $3.99 (I think), or, in essence, three hundred pages. Fantasy and science fiction alike abided by this rule, and as a result there are numerous books that are no longer in print because they cannot hope to be noticed on shelves full of six-hundred page monsters, as very large books happen to be the fashion now. (Us speedy readers thank you.) I am very much in favor of omnibus editions for those little novels no longer in print— please, please collate the rest of Tepper's True Game series!— but I am always interested in the side effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Belgariad was originally intended to be a trilogy. Three books, Garion, Ce'Nedra, and Torak. But Eddings' publisher had him split it into five so that the books would fall under three hundred pages apiece, and came up with the chess-related titles. So instead of a lengthy trilogy, you have what appears to be an even lengthier pentology, and Eddings' reputation for long-windedness was secure until Robert Jordan came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, no spoilers. Go read. Have fun. Giggling is fully warranted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-6831561249558930475?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/6831561249558930475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=6831561249558930475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6831561249558930475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/6831561249558930475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/belgariad.html' title='The Belgariad'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3943351123612411495</id><published>2007-08-07T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:56:40.095-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Tamuli</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0006483844.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Tamuli Omnibus" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Tamuli Omnibus&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 30 June, 1999 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0006483844/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Tamuli Omnibus"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or another, this series falls a bit flat. Maybe it's the fact that this is a second trilogy where he had seemed to put it to rest at the end of the first. Maybe it's the fact that this is a travelogue of sorts without going into great depth. Maybe it's the fact that in the third book, the protagonists get split and endlessly pursue their goal— a tactic that rarely works, as even the vaunted Lord of the Rings dragged a bit when they split the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's the fact that after so much buildup, there's very little aftermath— everything gets wrapped up in a quick fashion, and even after slogging through what seems to be too much detail of various and sundry things, you're screaming, "Wait! I wasn't finished yet!" Too many characters, not enough detail on some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;i&gt;Ehlana&lt;/i&gt;. She was presented to us as a strong female character, something Eddings has a lot of familiarity with, but she ends up coming across as a wilting flower. You can't tell her this; it will disturb her mind. You can't do that, she might go crazy. And, oh, she's more freaked out about her hair than by the fact that she hasn't seen her husband since getting abducted— give me a BREAK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the whole, however, it's not &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; bad... it's simply that Eddings has done better, and sometimes it shows.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3943351123612411495?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3943351123612411495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3943351123612411495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3943351123612411495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3943351123612411495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/tamuli.html' title='The Tamuli'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5357033045727364606</id><published>2007-08-06T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:57:47.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Sapphire Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/034537472X.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Sapphire Rose" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Sapphire Rose&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 23 November, 1992 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/034537472X/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Sapphire Rose"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to like about this conclusion to the Elenium trilogy. There is the siege of the city. once again done in somewhat wisecracking fashion. Compare that to the siege in The Colours in the Steel by K.J. Parker; one could imagine that one is taking part of the siege in the Eddings book, but only dread the siege in Parker's. (This is not to say I didn't enjoy the description in the Parker books, only to say that it is a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; different way of presenting it.) There are quips and foreshadowings and all manner of entertaining banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, however, little annoyances. Ehlana is not quite up to the level of other strong Eddings heroines; while she is presented as someone wiht a core of steel we all too often see the wilting flower instead. The dramatic confrontation at the end seems somehow detached and unreal, with the contest seeming a bit unequal in favor of the protagonists. You never get the sense that they just might lose. And the whole book gives me a sense of overcast skies— it never quite seems that there's a sunny day out there. That's not quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, however, this trilogy is not bad. It's aimed at a little older audience than the series that made Eddings famous, but not so much older that a teen could not enjoy it readily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5357033045727364606?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5357033045727364606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5357033045727364606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5357033045727364606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5357033045727364606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/sapphire-rose_06.html' title='The Sapphire Rose'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-4517238403958275804</id><published>2007-08-06T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:57:39.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Sapphire Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/034537472X.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Sapphire Rose" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Sapphire Rose&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 23 November, 1992 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $7.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/034537472X/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Sapphire Rose"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to like about this conclusion to the Elenium trilogy. There is the siege of the city. once again done in somewhat wisecracking fashion. Compare that to the siege in The Colours in the Steel by K.J. Parker; one could imagine that one is taking part of the siege in the Eddings book, but only dread the siege in Parker's. (This is not to say I didn't enjoy the description in the Parker books, only to say that it is a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; different way of presenting it.) There are quips and foreshadowings and all manner of entertaining banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are, however, little annoyances. Ehlana is not quite up to the level of other strong Eddings heroines; while she is presented as someone wiht a core of steel we all too often see the wilting flower instead. The dramatic confrontation at the end seems somehow detached and unreal, with the contest seeming a bit unequal in favor of the protagonists. You never get the sense that they just might lose. And the whole book gives me a sense of overcast skies— it never quite seems that there's a sunny day out there. That's not quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, however, this trilogy is not bad. It's aimed at a little older audience than the series that made Eddings famous, but not so much older that a teen could not enjoy it readily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-4517238403958275804?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/4517238403958275804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=4517238403958275804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4517238403958275804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/4517238403958275804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/sapphire-rose.html' title='The Sapphire Rose'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3127890999172937292</id><published>2007-08-05T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:59:01.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Ruby Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345373529.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Ruby Knight" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Ruby Knight&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 13 November, 1991 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $6.99 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345373529/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Ruby Knight"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are familiar with Eddings' style, you will recognize this as a very Eddings-ish book. You have the wisecracking friends with snarky comments. You have the slightly mortified older woman who is much older than she looks. You have a somewhat mystic personage who makes cryptic comments (and who is also snarky sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, you have the epic quest, because what is Eddings without the hero quest? This is a man who studied Romance (Roman, not romantic) Literature, and who probably had Joseph's Campbell's concepts engraved on his brain long before he ever encountered Campbell's work. So you have the repeatedly frustrated quest for the magic object, under severe time pressure, and you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; they're going to win out in the end, because this is heroic fantasy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3127890999172937292?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3127890999172937292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3127890999172937292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3127890999172937292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3127890999172937292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/ruby-knight.html' title='The Ruby Knight'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-3854341568106369252</id><published>2007-08-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:00:52.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>The Diamond Throne</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/3404202686.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Diamond Throne" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Diamond Throne&lt;p&gt;David Eddings&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 01 July, 1995 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/3404202686/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Diamond Throne"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 4 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star4.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, David Eddings. What would we do without your long-winded writing? Since I normally plow through the Belgariad and the Malloreon (plus the coda books) before moving on to this later doubled trilogy, I thought I'd reverse the order and see how I liked these books without the close comparison of his most classic work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's pretty good. I have to say that Eddings is very fond of certain character types, which will bother you if you're looking for something different— or serious— but it is a lot of fun to read. Eddings is of the school of fantasy that takes modern preconceptions and fits them into the fantasy setting. They speak normal English (at least most of them do), they have what we would consider to be normal lifespans*, and, for the most part, they have similar concerns to ours. The preconceptions are very modern, but unless you've made a study of history, they won't jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably what makes his books so successful. There's no major cultural shock in his writing, just the jump to a fantasy setting. The concerns are just different enough for us to enjoy them, but they're really modern concerns through a fantasy lens. Queen's in danger? Go on a quest to save her. I think we can all relate to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Instead of forty or thereabouts. Life before modern medicine was often "nasty, brutish, and short" by our standards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-3854341568106369252?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/3854341568106369252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=3854341568106369252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3854341568106369252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/3854341568106369252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/diamond-throne.html' title='The Diamond Throne'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-5438521059382723824</id><published>2007-08-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:02:30.456-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Dragonseye</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0345388216.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="Dragonseye" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;Dragonseye&lt;p&gt;Anne McCaffrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 28 January, 1997 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0345388216/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about Dragonseye"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 2 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star2.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book falls into a weird sort of rating for me, because it was a book I enjoyed quite a bit— while I was reading it. The characterization was good, the writing was solid... it was shaping up to be a good book. And then it ended. It ended before anything of real consequence had taken place. If you were to draw the plot arc, instead of a mountain it would be a series of speed bumps. Yes, there was that horrible Holder who cheated everybody and caused his people to starve and all... and you saw it all from a distance. If McCaffrey had chosen a family or two suffering under his rule, it would have had far greater impact. Instead she had all of the good Holders talking about him, essentially making dinner conversation about what a horrible man he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the struggles of a colony still attemping to keep a form of civilization despite the return of the dreaded Thread were muted. It just didn't seem as though McCaffrey had any real goal in mind when she created this book. It's more of a slice of life, good enough for a short story but nowhere near enough to sustain a whole book. Reread Dragonsdawn or Renegades of Pern, and don't bother picking this up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-5438521059382723824?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/5438521059382723824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=5438521059382723824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5438521059382723824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/5438521059382723824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/dragonseye.html' title='Dragonseye'/><author><name>B. Durbin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07559705448147986730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15868884.post-2761791108977585086</id><published>2007-08-02T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:04:05.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Gypsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="90%" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="1" style="border:0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="1%" valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0765311925.01.MZZZZZZZ.jpg" title="The Gypsy" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="99%" valign="top"&gt;The Gypsy&lt;p&gt;Steven Brust &amp; Megan Lindholm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Date: 10 March, 2005 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; $10.74 &amp;nbsp; &amp;mdash; &amp;nbsp; Book&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0765311925/jdjbookreview-20?dev-t=DH0F1QMIMYUQE%26camp=2025%26link_code=xm2" target="_blank" title="read more about The Gypsy"&gt;product page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rating:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img title="Rated 3 out of 5" src="http://files.blog-city.com/common/imgz/star3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fiction, Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is weirdly reminiscent of Charles DeLint, though I think it owes more to Emma Bull. It's pretty much a weird fantasy allegory, where action have deeper meanings that are only obvious because they're told to you. Occasionally, I am reminded that Brust is Hungarian*, and his culture is apt to shine through a bit differently than would an American raised on Victorian-era bowlderized fairy tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a lot of implied Gypsy heritage tales of a sort, and dark stories that really are screaming out for more development, though I think they were wise to restrict the story to the length it is. Basically, it's a deep world touched shallowly. Both writers (Lindholm under the name of Robin Hobb) have done more interesting work since, but this isn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*He may well have been born in America, but it's obvious that his storytelling upbringing, at least, is Hungarian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15868884-2761791108977585086?l=librasimplex.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/feeds/2761791108977585086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15868884&amp;postID=2761791108977585086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2761791108977585086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15868884/posts/default/2761791108977585086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librasimplex.blogspot.com/2007/08/gypsy.html' title='Gypsy'/><author><name>B. 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