Category: Book Review Monday

There will be significant time spent on YouTube during and following the reading of this book. You have been warned.

  [from my Goodreads review February 4, 2013] Go ahead, make all the fun of me you want, I love a cappella. It’s probably my mom’s fault, she loved Broadway musicals and I grew up knowing all the lyrics to My Fair Lady and Oklahoma and, yes, The Music Man, where Professor Harold Hill keeps…

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Kate knew where her wealth was.

Well-written and extensively researched bio not only of the eponymous Kate Carmack but of the Tagish culture in whose backyard the Klondike gold rush erupted. Vanesse writes …like an incantation of magic, the very word Klondike invokes abundance, the vindication of the American dream and the triumph of the individual in its most measurable manifestation: wealth. Not…

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Almost a sequel to Monte Walsh.

[my Goodreads review, 2009] I’d call this book almost a sequel to Monte Walsh by Jack Schaefer, and I consider Monte Walsh one of the perfect novels. The writing is superb, in that run-on raconteur style that feels like the easy canter of a horse. It’s 1917, and young Martha Leeson leaves home to become…

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Boone is your average, everyday, ordinary knight of the woeful countenance.

Cowboys on surfboards. That’s my thumbnail for Don Winslow’s “The Gentlemen’s Hour,” the second of two novels featuring San Diego surfer slash private investigator Boone Daniels (the first is “The Dawn Patrol”). I put “surfer” first for a reason. Boone’s the California version of an Alaskan Bush pilot. No matter what his day job is,…

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Just for fun. Mostly.

You’re familiar with the phrase “bathroom books” so all I’m saying is here are two that perfectly fit that description. First up is and I dare you to let this book fall open to any page and not find something either amusing or useful or both. Usually both. Some are simple graphics, like #139: Not…

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Still love Tom Gauld.

And now, from the author of the fabulous “You’re All Just Jealous of My Jetpack,” — which, yes, I also own — comes another fabulous collection: Including such gems as: “Miniature virtual reality bathrooms” wouldn’t work for me. “Disposable lab-grown trousers” don’t sound very attractive, either. #justsayn Cops only wish they could be as tough.…

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Yeah, he was a jockey and there is always a horse around somewhere, but the books are often only peripherally about racing.

[posted to Goodreads in 2010 after Dick Francis died] I’ve been rereading all the Dick Francis on the shelf in the Homer Public Library. This one is still my favorite. Painter Alexander Kinloch, nephew of a Scottish earl, is summoned from his aerie in Scotland by his mother to tend to his step-father, whose prosperous…

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