Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Medium Dead by Paula Paul: A Book Review

Medium Dead: An Alexandra Gladstone MysteryMedium Dead: An Alexandra Gladstone Mystery by Paula Paul
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

The good-

I loved the way she wrote a tension between science and spiritual beliefs. The idea of modern medicine and knowledge of body functions is new to many in this small English town. It really put this novel in the right time period.

The race at the end to catch the killer and keep everyone safe was great. It is not often that you can get that effect in a novel as you do on TV. Ms. Paul did and I am impressed.

The bad -

The characters were so focused on how it couldn't be one character that they weren't really looking for the murder. They were looking for ways to exonerate the one. It seemed like half the novel was obsessed with this. It was overdone and very annoying.

The main characters of Alexandra, Nancy, and Nicholas were not terribly memorable. I didn't dislike them, but I didn't really like theme either. I just didn't have a strong sense of who they were. That by itself wouldn't have bothered me too much, but that and the obsession with exoneration almost made me rate it at 2 stars.


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Product Details

  • Print Length: 177 pages
  • Publisher: Alibi (April 14, 2015)
  • Sold by: Random House LLC
  • Language: English

Book Description

 April 14, 2015
Sure to delight readers of Jacqueline Winspear, Emma Jameson, and Laura Childs, Medium Dead features Queen Victoria herself—and she’s rumored to have slain a local psychic in Newton-upon-Sea. Now the task of clearing her name and catching the real killer falls to Dr. Alexandra Gladstone.Under Victoria’s reign, women are barred from calling themselves physicians, but that hasn’t stopped Alexandra Gladstone. As the first female doctor in Newton-upon-Sea, she spends her days tending sick villagers in the practice she inherited from her father, with her loyal and sometimes overprotective dog, Zack, by her side.

After the corpse of village spiritualist Alvina Elwold is discovered aboveground at a church boneyard, wild rumors circulate through the charming seaside village, including one implicating a certain regal guest lodging nearby. Tales of the dead Alvina hobnobbing with spirits and hexing her enemies are even more outlandish—but as a woman of science and reason, Alexandra has no doubt that a murderer made of flesh and blood is on the loose.

Finding out the truth means sorting through a deluge of ghostly visitors, royal sightings, and shifty suspects. At least her attentive and handsome friend Nicholas Forsyth, Lord Dunsford, has come to her aid. Alexandra will need all the help she can get, because she’s stumbled upon dangerous secrets—while provoking a deadly adversary who wants to keep them buried.


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Night by Elie Wiesel: A Book Review


Night (The Night Trilogy, #1)Night by Elie Wiesel
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

An intimate portrait of what one man experienced in the Holocaust. He didn't add in other bits of history that he didn't experience, so if you are looking for a sweeping summary of all parts of the Holocaust, look elsewhere. I LOVED his extremely small focus. We hear one man's story of horror. We find out the true depths of horror that humanity will put itself through. I felt sick at my stomach in a several places. There are no easy answers and no tidy endings. This is simply what he went through.

In the face of the worst horrors of humanity, what is our response? Too often it is cowardice. We are not alone. Elie discovered the coward within himself. It was honest and gut wrenching. I found myself discovering my own cowardice as well. This is a life changing novel.


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Book Description

 February 7, 2012
A New Translation From The French By Marion Wiesel

Night is Elie Wiesel's masterpiece, a candid, horrific, and deeply poignant autobiographical account of his survival as a teenager in the Nazi death camps. This new translation by Marion Wiesel, Elie's wife and frequent translator, presents this seminal memoir in the language and spirit truest to the author's original intent. And in a substantive new preface, Elie reflects on the enduring importance of Night and his lifelong, passionate dedication to ensuring that the world never forgets man's capacity for inhumanity to man.

Night offers much more than a litany of the daily terrors, everyday perversions, and rampant sadism at Auschwitz and Buchenwald; it also eloquently addresses many of the philosophical as well as personal questions implicit in any serious consideration of what the Holocaust was, what it meant, and what its legacy is and will be.

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  • Paperback: 120 pages
  • Publisher: Hill and Wang; Revised edition (January 16, 2006)
  • Language: English

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Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Asylum by Madeline Roux: A Book Review

Asylum (Asylum, #1)Asylum by Madeleine Roux
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

There was potential for lots of greatness in the book. The back story that the characters were discovering was great. However, the characters themselves were unimpressive. Their personal "secrets" were overblown and took away from the story. The pictures were cool but added very little to the novel. There were too many questions left unanswered and the ones that were answered were too quickly answered. The characters didn't discover the answers. The answers just fell in their laps. And some of the answers didn't make sense.

There are two more books and two novellas in this series. Maybe more answers will be given in those. However, I doubt it considering the reviews I have read. And the fact that there are two novellas needed to further explain what is going on makes me very skeptical of the "main" novels.

This is a YA novel, so maybe I shouldn't be so hard on it. Some YA novels hold adult appeal and some don't. This doesn't. In my opinion, Miss Peregrine's is a better YA novel. And Carol Goodman's books are much better for creepy locations full of dark history that is being resolved in the present.

If I was a teen, I think I would have enjoyed this book a whole lot more.


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Book Description

 August 20, 2013
Madeleine Roux's New York Times bestselling Asylum is a thrilling and creepy photo-illustrated novel that Publishers Weekly called "a strong YA debut that reveals the enduring impact of buried trauma on a place." Featuring found photographs from real asylums and filled with chilling mystery and page-turning suspense, Asylum is a horror story that treads the line between genius and insanity, perfect for fans of Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children.
For sixteen-year-old Dan Crawford, the New Hampshire College Prep program is the chance of a lifetime. Except that when Dan arrives, he finds that the usual summer housing has been closed, forcing students to stay in the crumbling Brookline Dorm—formerly a psychiatric hospital. As Dan and his new friends Abby and Jordan start exploring Brookline's twisty halls and hidden basement, they uncover disturbing secrets about what really went on here . . . secrets that link Dan and his friends to the asylum's dark past. Because Brookline was no ordinary mental hospital, and there are some secrets that refuse to stay buried.


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  • Print Length: 321 pages
  • Publisher: HarperCollins; Reprint edition (August 20, 2013)
  • Sold by: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Language: English

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Tuesday, January 27, 2015

The Stranger Bridge Strikes Again

I was challenged to write a 1500 word story based on this photo. (I went over that a little.) Enjoy!



He pulled the collar of his coat up. Not to keep out the cold, but to keep out the dark. As a ‘big city kid’, which was his nickname here in Chambliss, ‘suburbanite kid’ would have been better, but they didn't know the difference, he wasn't used to the pervasive unlit darkness. He continued putting one foot in front of another and moving forward until he saw a warm light ahead. He knew it to be the Stranger Bridge. It was one of his favorite thinking spots. The wild stories he had heard could provide an endless amount of inspiration for the play he was writing.

He found it odd that the bridge should be both celebrated and feared. The end of September would bring the Covered Bridge Festival or so he was told. He would eventually arrive at the end of September when his skills as artistic director of the Arrgus County Playhouse would be put to the test on that cold autumn day. He didn't know that yet. He couldn't know that yet. So in the meantime, he would go to the Stranger Bridge with regularity and dream up stories for the names he saw carved into its wooden beams. Some of those stories would end up in his writing. Others would end up crumpled and tossed into the mental wastebin of bad ideas.

Richard Flitner had accepted the position as artistic director of the Arrgus County Playhouse a few months earlier. The phone interview had gone well, the website, and Facebook page looked good, and he was desperate leave teaching. The life of an actor was too unpredictable, so he had gone into teaching for stability. The life of a teacher was overwhelming and exhausting. So he started looking for another job. He waited tables and sold shoes to pay the bills until his job came along. He still couldn’t believe his good luck at landing this position. He wasn’t excited about moving 12 hours away from home to a town that was smaller than the high school he attended, but the chance to have a stable position in a theater was too good to pass up. He would make the sacrifices necessary to make it work. And sacrifice he would.

Winter turned into spring which turned into summer. Late nights of rehearsals and early mornings with the books became his normal routine. A successful season had endeared him to several theater patrons and ensured his continued career at the playhouse. As summer was drawing to a close and the leaves were beginning their autumnal fashion show, the county began to gear up for the Covered Bridge Festival. The Stranger Bridge was always the star but several other bridges around would be featured. He was asked to procure period era costumes foe the tour guides to wear. He also volunteered to help with their voice and diction. There had been many rehearsals and a few meltdowns, but as the last Thursday of September approaches, Chambliss was ready to welcome the tourists. Richard’s welcome would run out and he would sacrifice his beloved career to save the town he would grow to hate.

The first Saturday of the Covered Bridge Festival began clear and sunny. The weather had a hint of chill creating the perfect day for touring the bridges, buying souvenirs, and eating lots of Chambliss delicacies. The crowds were large and the atmosphere festive. Richard was beginning to understand how people could so love this town. He greeted his neighbors as he left his rental house and walked toward the town square. He passed a horse drawn wagon full of tourists. He heard his favorite tour guide, Minny Franklin, explaining the history and architecture of the bridges. The hour long tour had just started and they would soon be coming to the White Creek Bridge. The tour always ended with the star attraction, the Stranger Bridge.

He meandered into town and shopped for various souvenirs to send home to his nieces and nephews. He bought an apple strudel from the Anderson sisters. He bought a fall spice cappuccino from The Coffee House. He chuckled remembering Sandy’s diatribe against pumpkin spice. He found an open bench and began eating. The food was cozy and warm. He enjoyed watching the crowd until he spotted the mayor in the crowd glaring at him. A second later the mayor was gone and Richard assumed he had been seeing things. He attempted to forget the look and finish his breakfast peacefully. He tried to imagine what he could have done to incur that look and couldn’t. He sat there thinking and pondering much longer than he had intended. He realized this when Minny sat down next to him.

“Hey Richie. Why so serious? Today is beautiful. The tourists are plenty and the cash is flowing.”

“I didn’t see you get back from your tour.” He said managing a smile. “I got lost in thought.”

“Well save such serious thoughts for later. We need our fearless director to be happy.”

“I’ll do my best.” He responded patting her on the knee.

“Why Richie, look at you getting fresh with me.” She said falling back into character. “Whatever am I going to do with such an unrepentant cad?”

He laughed and shook his head.

She winked at him. “If you keep this up, I will expect nothing less than an offer of marriage.”

“Well that’s a fine idea Miss Minny.” Richard said joining her character. “I would be proud if your father would allow me to have your hand in marriage.”

She leaned over, broke character, and whispered, “Then I could finally get you in the sack you sexy beast.”

An eruption of laughter from deep in his gut followed. “You always keep me guessing.”

“Yep. I have a tour starting in an hour will you be on it?”

“No other place I would rather be.”
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“The Stranger Bridge gained its moniker many years ago. In the time of our great-great-great grandparents a stranger came in to town and was welcomed with open arms. This stranger lived among them for many months. He even came to love the prominent daughter in town. On the wedding day, the stranger was caught stealing from the family. He ran from the house and toward the barn. To the surprise of everyone present, the bride was with him on the horse! The happy criminal couple rode towards escape with many townspeople on their heels. As they crossed over the old Arrgus River Bridge, the bag of loot fell from the horse and into Arrgus River. The money and jewels were recovered, the couple was never heard from again, and the town was saved. A new bridge was built to remind them to not trust romancing strangers.” Minny finished the story with a wary glance around to the tourists followed by a laugh. The rest of the tourists chuckled along with her, but Richard couldn’t get her father’s look out of his mind from earlier.

As the tour ended, he made sure to get off the wagon last. He helped Minny down as well. He continued holding her hand as he led her through the crowd and into the back door of the playhouse. “Well Richie, did you take my suggestion from earlier seriously?”

He turned to her with a serious look on his face.

She dropped the flirtatious tone and words. “What’s the matter?”

“The bridge. It’s about a stranger who falls in love with an important girl from town and then gets run out of town.”

“And it’s just a story. Daddy loves you and he loves you with me. We are to be the future of the playhouse and the town. You and I are the perfect couple to ensure his legacy will be intact for future generations.” She repeated leading him towards the office.

“Maybe you’re right.” He said opening the door. They both turned their heads to look to the interior of the room. In that moment they knew that she wasn’t right and that they weren’t okay. They wouldn’t be okay for a very long time.

Her father was taking piles of money from the wall safe. He turned to see them standing in the doorway. “Shut the door and leave.”

“Daddy, what’s going on?”

“This is where the money has been going. Mayor Franklin I’ve been asking you for months about the discrepancies in the books. You’ve told me my math was wrong, but I wasn’t wrong. Was I?”

With a scowl the mayor and theatre owner replied, “No Richard you weren’t wrong. There has been money missing and yes that money has been going in my pocket. My lifestyle isn’t easy to maintain. And neither are you my dear.” He said turning his anger on his daughter. “If you didn’t require quite so many things, then this wouldn’t be happening.”

“What? I ...” Minny voice faltered. She gave him a pained look. “I would have been happy with less.”

“Good. We’ll be one person less. Say goodbye to Richard. His thieving has been discovered and we aren’t going to stand for it.” He said crossing the room to pull his daughter into the room.

She evaded his reach. “I’ll do no such thing. You need to make restitution. Richard has done nothing wrong.”

“It’s just my word against his. Who is everyone going to believe? The man who saved this town from ruin or the stranger who is romancing us out of our money”

Minny looked harshly at her father. She gathered her courage. “And if I speak out against you? What will people think then?”

His eyes narrowed. “That you are a stupid little girl that fell under the spell of a man. You wouldn’t be the first and you won’t be the last.”

A silence fell between them. Richard stepped into the fray. He looked into the eyes of his new enemy. “I take Minny and the rap. You keep your reputation and the town.”

Mayor Franklin’s face morphed into a sneer. “You think she’s worth all that? You keep her.” He turned away from the couple and dismissed them with a wave of his hand.


Minny nearly collapsed. Richard put an arm around her waist and led her away from the scene. He spoke to her in whispers of comfort and promises. Those whispers gave them strength to pack and leave. Those whispers gave them strength to find new careers and a new home. Those whispers carried them through the tough years. And now 10 years 2 children and a new life later, they are happy. Chambliss is unchanged. They still believe the Stranger Bridge is there to remind them to be wary of strangers and keep their loved ones close. 

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Charisma and Influence

He appeared from between the brick columns startling me. I let out a small squeak. “Oh. I didn’t see you there.”

“I’m sorry to have scared you.” He said in a voice that was trying too hard to pacify me. “I didn’t want to be in the way of the door while I was waiting for you.”

His tone of voice did nothing to pacify me. It was too calm, too assured. I didn’t want him to know that I wasn’t comfortable. I attempted to sound taken in by him. I’m not sure how successful I was because his face remained with its pacifying look. “Oh that makes sense.” I paused and looked in his eyes. The calm look from his face was not in his eyes. His eyes looked hungry. For what I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out either. He remained silently looking at me. Waiting for me to speak again. I didn’t want to speak. I didn’t want to continue our conversation. I looked around me. I saw no one in the parking lot. The street was too far away. The trees surrounding the parking lot ensured that no one in the other buildings could see us. I desperately prayed for someone, anyone to come out the front doors. No one came and the silence stretched on. I had to say something. He was waiting on me to say something. I gave in. I asked the question he had been wanting me to ask. “Why were you waiting on me?”

He smiled. Not a comforting smile of a person enjoying the conversation. This was a smile because he enjoyed the control he had over me. He had always enjoyed controlling people, especially me. “I thought you would never ask.” His tone was light, but there was angry edge to his words. It was waiting just at the tips of his fingers. I had to be careful now. One wrong move and I would be in serious danger. “I just wanted to chat with you. I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought it was time for us to catch up.”

He paused again. He was waiting for me to excuse my silence. Again, I didn’t want to speak. But I could see the anger building in his fingers. He flexed them. He wanted to grab my arm, but he knew now was not the time. I had to give in again. “I’ve been very busy with classes. Lots of research and papers.” I knew the excuse sounded too easy, too convenient. It wasn’t a lie though. He had to know I wasn’t lying. I risked looking into his eyes again. The excuse didn’t work. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. I had to say something again and quickly. “One of my papers is for psychology. I am trying to discover how persuasion works. Why is one person so good at persuading while others are so bad at it? Why is one person so easily persuaded while others are so difficult?” His fingers stopped flexing. Interest flared in his eyes. He relaxed his shoulders. I had done it. I had turned aside the raging beast at least for the moment.

His steely grip on the conversation melted away. He spoke out of curiosity. He couldn’t predict what I would do next or what I would say next. I could see another emotion creeping into his countenance. It was something I wasn’t used to seeing. I didn’t recognize it at first. It was more than just curiosity. I had seen that before. It was contentment. He was wanted an answer from me because he was curious. He wasn’t demanding an answer to control me. He was waiting for my answer and prepared to converse with me. And he liked it! I was stunned and damn if my heart didn’t do a flip upon seeing this new emotion in him. Sometimes I hate having a heart. It seems to betray me at all the wrong times. I couldn’t deal with that now. I had to capitalize on this curiosity. “I’ve been finding lots of information about the types of persuasion that are given by the charismatic and accepted by the masses. There have been many theories written about the charismatic leaders from various periods of history. I have found as much about Hitler as I have Martin Luther King Jr. That surprised me. I didn’t expect people to see the positives of persuasion. I didn’t really expect it myself.”

“So you have found that a charismatic and persuasive leader can be used for good and for bad?” He asked with a genuine interest in my research. His posture relaxed further as he uncrossed his arms and dropped his hands to his sides.

“Exactly. Now I’m searching for how they decide to use their influence for good or for bad. Looking at the charismatic leaders throughout history, I have found that most have had serious struggles in their lives. Some took those struggles and became good leaders. Some took those struggles and became bad leaders. I don’t understand how some became good and some became bad.” I paused. I was out of words at least words that I knew he would be happy with.


The curiosity and contentment within the conversation was still on his face. I had done well so far. He spoke, “I don’t think the struggle ends when they become leaders. I think the struggle continues. It just looks different. It’s a struggle of personal power and influence or of societal power and influence. Are you looking out for yourself or for the whole of society?” The look on his face was one of deep introspection. He began answering my question, but ended up answering his own question, a question which had been deep inside him for a long time. 

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Top 10 Books of 2014

Based on my rankings, I think this was the year of fantasy. If I remembered to record them all in Goodreads, I have 'read' 32 books this year. However, there are 2 of those books that I didn't finish. So I don't really count those. So I read 30 books this year.


10. The Supreme's at Earl's All You Can Eat (Blog Review)
9. The Slaves Have Names (Blog Review)
8. Snow White and Rose Red: The Curse of the Huntsman
7. Searching for Normal (Blog Review)
6. A Little Salty to Cut the Sweet (Blog Review)
5. Mixed Feelings (Blog Review)
4. Finding Poe
3. Ocean at the End of the Lane (Blog Review)
2. Mr. Penumbra's 24 Hour Bookstore (Blog Review)
1. River's Deep (Blog Review)

With links to two different-ish reviews, it seems silly to write more thoughts about them. So I won't. A couple notes about the rankings I will mention though.

Is anyone surprised that Erin Keyser Horn is number one again this year? I'm not. This is the 3rd year in a row she has been at the top of my book list. She really is that good and I really do love her characters that much!

Unreliable narrators are growing on me. Actually, I'm becoming rather fascinated by them as evidenced by #3 and #4.

I finished #8 and #4 late in the year. So I didn't have time to write a blog post on here about them. Maybe I will have one for them in the near future to elaborate more on my thoughts.

Fantasy has been an unintended focus for me this year. #1, #2, #3, #4, #5 and #8 are all books I would include in that genre.

#6 and #7 are memoirs. #9 is non-fiction, but not quite a memoir. #10 is fiction, but not fantasy.

#5 and #7 are books that I received through Story Cartel for free in exchange for an honest review. My honest review is that I really enjoyed them. Check out that site. They have good stuff.

And if you want a few more book thoughts from me, check this one out.