The Witch Doctor's Wife, Tamar Myers. Nancy Drew meets The Poisonwood Bible, fun quick read. Distracting typos.
I started to read Stiff, by Mary Roach, but I am having trouble continuing because it gives me the heeby jeebies. I don't know how to spell that. I am imposing a read-only-before-noon rule, which I hope will help.
Crossing to Safety, Wallace Stegner. Like eating steak and potatoes after lots of my normal marshmallow reading. I found the narrator's treatment of women arrogant and annoying at times, but the book was set in the 40s and 50s, so I think that my annoyance may be with prevalent attitudes of the time period. I did enjoy his style and made it all the way through, so that speaks well of the author.
My Life in Ruins (movie). The funny came a little late. Too much sex for my super-ultra-conservative self. Definitely not the sparkling gem of hysterically funny brilliance that is My Big Fat Greek Wedding.
The Girl Who Could Fly. Victoria Forester. X-men-ish bildungsroman. I loved the Dickensian naming, but the story and characters lacked the irresistible charm that disables me from cooking dinner and cleaning my house. Fun, easy read. I think it would be really good for younger readers who are just starting chapter books.
Avatar (movie). Stunning cinematography, engaging plot and characters. I am glad we saw it in theaters.
Transformers 2, I actually finished reading The Witch Doctor's Wife while Alex watched this beside me. However, I did look up and laugh a few times because it is super-saturated-color children's toys on mega-nuclear steroids in loud crashing fights interspersed with sexy teenage girls. Hilarious.
I would go on, but my children are asleep, and the fabric, it beckons.
Forest Born giveaway will probably be this weekend.
If I haven't invited you to my book group and you live within a 25 mile radius, it was an oversight on my part. Contact me for details.