<?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-28728266</id><updated>2012-01-29T17:40:12.170-05:00</updated><category term='graphic novel'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='anorexia'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><category term='thriller'/><category term='biography'/><category term='nonfiction'/><category term='autism'/><title type='text'>Brookfield Reads</title><subtitle type='html'>The Brookfield Library, 182 Whisconier Road, Brookfield, Connecticut</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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>297</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728266.post-475455294143629226</id><published>2011-09-30T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:07:00.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/extras/ac/jacket/large/1400067758"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 234px;" src="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/extras/ac/jacket/large/1400067758" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mitchard's latest ought to come with a warning: make no immediate plans, because this book will take over your life."  Booklist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=2338322&amp;amp;t=second%20nature&amp;amp;tp=keyword&amp;amp;l=39&amp;amp;d=2&amp;amp;hc=26&amp;amp;rt=keyword"&gt;SECOND NATURE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Jacquelyn Mitchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sicily Coyne was just thirteen when her father was killed in a school  fire that left her face disfigured. Twelve years later, a young  surgeon, Eliza Cappadora, offers hope in the form of a revolutionary new  surgery that may give Sicily back the grace and function she lost.  Raised by a dynamic, tenacious aunt who taught her to lead a normal  life, and engaged to a wonderful man who knew her long before the  accident, Sicily rejects the offer: She knows who she is, and so do the  people who love her. But when a secret surfaces that shatters Sicily’s  carefully constructed world, she calls off the wedding and agrees to the  radical procedure in order to begin a new life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her beauty restored virtually overnight, Sicily rushes toward life  with open arms, seeking new experiences, adventures, and, most of all,  love. But she soon discovers that her new face carries with it risks  that no one could have imagined. Confronting a moral and medical crisis  that quickly becomes a matter of life and death, Sicily is surrounded by  experts and loving family, but the choice that will transform her  future, for better or worse, is one she must make alone."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;~ Random House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-475455294143629226?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/475455294143629226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=475455294143629226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/475455294143629226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/475455294143629226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/09/mitchards-latest-ought-to-come-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2478328739815024117</id><published>2011-09-29T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T15:06:40.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/extras/ac/jacket/large/9780312358341"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 231px;" src="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/extras/ac/jacket/large/9780312358341" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The Leftovers&lt;/i&gt; is, simply put, the best &lt;i&gt;Twilight Zone&lt;/i&gt; episode you never saw."--Stephen King, &lt;i&gt;New York Times Book Review&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=2348520&amp;amp;t=leftovers&amp;amp;tp=keyword&amp;amp;l=39&amp;amp;d=2&amp;amp;hc=7&amp;amp;rt=keyword"&gt;THE LEFTOVERS&lt;/a&gt; by Tom Perrotta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"One hundred people have disappeared from tiny Mapleton, New Jersey, in a  Rapture-like event that has left the community visibly shaken. Some  people are miffed at being left behind, while others are inconsolable  over the loss of their loved ones. Mayor Kevin Garvey struggles to give  the town a sense of community by adhering to such traditional rites as  parades, yet his own family seems irrevocably broken. His son has joined  a cult led by the charlatan Happy Wayne; his 16-year-old, straight-A  daughter has morphed into a depressed goth; and his wife has become a  member of the Guilty Remnant, a group of separatist fanatics who chain  smoke, refuse to speak, and stalk Mapleton's citizens to ensure that  they will never forget what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;~ Booklist, Copyright (c) American Library Association. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2478328739815024117?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2478328739815024117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2478328739815024117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2478328739815024117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2478328739815024117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/09/leftovers-is-simply-put-best-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2072735995907334286</id><published>2011-08-03T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T19:04:00.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/extras/ac/jacket/large/9780312583729"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 283px;" src="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/extras/ac/jacket/large/9780312583729" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=1884605&amp;amp;t=2030&amp;amp;tp=title&amp;amp;l=39&amp;amp;d=2&amp;amp;hc=1&amp;amp;rt=title"&gt;2030:  The Real Story About What Happens to America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Albert Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Comedian and filmmaker Brooks welcomes the reader to the year 2030 in his  smart and surprisingly serious debut. Cancer has been cured, global  warming is an acknowledged reality, people have robot companions, and  the president is a Jew-and oy vey does he have his hands full with an  earthquake-leveled Los Angeles and a growing movement by the young to  exterminate the elderly. And when the Chinese offer to rebuild L.A. in  exchange for a half-ownership stake in Southern California, President  Bernstein is faced with a decision that will alter the future of  America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooks's sweeping narrative encompasses a diverse cast of  characters, including an 80-year-old Angelino left homeless by the  earthquake, a trust fund brat with a grudge against the elderly, and a  teenage girl saddled with debt after her father's death, all of whom get  brought together just in time for a climactic hostage crisis. Brooks's  mordant vision encompasses the future of politics, medicine,  entertainment, and daily living, resulting in a novel as enterta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ining as  it is thought provoking, like something from the imagination of a  borscht belt H.G. Wells."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~ Publishers Weekly, LLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2072735995907334286?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2072735995907334286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2072735995907334286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2072735995907334286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2072735995907334286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/08/2030-real-story-about-what-happens-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8633001476963074822</id><published>2011-08-02T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:04:00.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bookreporter.com/art/covers/140w/9780307474445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 242px;" src="http://www.bookreporter.com/art/covers/140w/9780307474445.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=2349734&amp;amp;t=swimming%20pool&amp;amp;tp=title&amp;amp;l=39&amp;amp;d=2&amp;amp;hc=5&amp;amp;rt=title"&gt;The Swimming Pool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Holly LeCraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeCraw's thoughtful debut novel tells of two families whose lives are  entwined by tragedy, secrecy, and scandal. Marcella Atkinson's heart was  broken the night her affair with Cecil McClatchey ended and his wife  was murdered. Never entirely cleared as a suspect in her killing, Cecil  himself died soon after. Years later, her own marriage destroyed by the  affair, Marcella is again thrown into contact with the McClatchey family  when her daughter Toni (ignorant of her mother's adultery) is employed  by Cecil's daughter, Callie, who for her own reasons must seek solace  with her brother Jed in their family's summer home on Cape Cod. Jed's  discovery of Marcella's old swimsuit in a closet leads him to her and to  an entirely new relationship. VERDICT This exceptionally complex and  accomplished novel does not read like the work of a beginning writer.  With a strong underlying theme of longing woven throughout, LeCraw's  work skillfully takes these characters through varying emotional  journeys. An insightful piece, not just for beach or airplane reading.  An author to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Julie Kane, Sweet Briar Coll. Lib., VA (c) Copyright  2010. Library Journals LLC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8633001476963074822?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8633001476963074822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8633001476963074822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8633001476963074822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8633001476963074822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/08/swimming-pool-by-holly-lecraw-lecraws.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2387213897502813241</id><published>2011-07-24T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T12:53:00.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://preview.filesonic.com/img/e9/8d/cc/1847891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://preview.filesonic.com/img/e9/8d/cc/1847891.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="In%20the%20not-too-distant%20future,%20the%20first%20true%20artificial%20intelligence,%20Archos.%20awaken.%20in%20a%20computer%20research%20center%20in%20northwest%20Washington%20State%20and%20decides%20that%20humanity%27s%20dominion%20over%20the%20planet%20has%20ended%20and%20the%20time%20of%20the%20machine%20has%20begun.%20Archos,%20unlike%20SkyNet%20in%20the%20Terminator%20movies,%20prefers%20more%20mundane%20but%20creepier%20methods:%20instead%20of%20using%20cyborg%20Arnold%20Schwarzeneggers%20as%20instruments%20of%20destruction,%20Archos%20relies%20on%20children%27.%20smar.%20toys,%20battlefiel.%20pacification%20units.%20domestic%20service%20robots,%20and%20pleasure%20dolls%20to%20do%20its%20dirty%20work.%20In%20one%20unsettling%20scene,%20a%20little%20girl%27.%20Baby-Comes-Aliv.%20doll%20tries%20to%20get%20out%20of%20the%20toy%20box%20so%20it%20can%20massacre%20the%20entire%20family.%20But%20even%20in%20the%20face%20of%20almost%20certain%20defeat%20against%20the%20growing%20hordes%20of%20electronic%20killers%20in%20the%20New%20War,%20humanity%20unites%20to%20kick%20some%20serious%20robot%20butt.%20The%20author,%20who%20holds%20a%20doctorate%20in%20robotics,%20shows%20great%20promise%20as%20a%20worthy%20successor%20to%20Michael%20Crichton%20as%20Wilson,%20like%20the%20late%20Crichton,%20is%20skilled%20in%20combining%20cutting-edge%20technology%20with%20gripping%20action%20scenes."&gt;Robopocalypse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Daniel H. Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;In the not-too-distant future, the first true artificial intelligence,  Archos. awaken. in a computer research center in northwest Washington  State and decides that humanity's dominion over the planet has ended and  the time of the machine has begun. Archos, unlike SkyNet in the  Terminator movies, prefers more mundane but creepier methods: instead of  using cyborg Arnold Schwarzeneggers as instruments of destruction,  Archos relies on children's toys, battlefield pacification units,  domestic service robots, and pleasure dolls to do its dirty work. In one  unsettling scene, a little girls Baby-Comes-Alive doll tries to get  out of the toy box so it can massacre the entire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even in the  face of almost certain defeat against the growing hordes of electronic  killers in the New War, humanity unites to kick some serious robot butt.  The author, who holds a doctorate in robotics, shows great promise as a  worthy successor to Michael Crichton as Wilson, like the late Crichton,  is skilled in combining cutting-edge technology with gripping action  scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Gannon, Michae. Copyright 2010 Booklist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2387213897502813241?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2387213897502813241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2387213897502813241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2387213897502813241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2387213897502813241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/07/robopocalypse-by-daniel-h.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-350476887983581854</id><published>2011-07-22T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T12:41:00.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1308787263l/9758764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 310px;" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1308787263l/9758764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=1071954&amp;amp;t=Weiner%2C%20Jennifer.&amp;amp;tp=author&amp;amp;l=39&amp;amp;d=2&amp;amp;hc=13&amp;amp;rt=author"&gt;Then Came You: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Jennifer Weiner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A modern day fairy tale.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Weiner's latest outing chronicles the plight of four women who are  brought together when one of them decides to have a baby. At 43, India  knows her hopes of having a child naturally are slim, and the in vitro  fertilization she and her older, wealthy husband, Marcus, have been  trying isn't working. So India and Marcus decide to go another route:  they select an egg from a donor and choose a surrogate to carry the  baby. Weiner introduces us to both: Jules is a stunning college student  who decides to donate her eggs so she can pay for her father to go to  rehab, and Annie, a young mother of two, chooses to become a surrogate  to help support her family. The only one not happy with India's plan is  Bettina, Marcus' adult daughter, who is secretly hoping her parents will  reunite. In this warm and winning yarn, Weiner draws readers into the  lives of each woman, and brings them together in an unexpected and  ultimately rewarding way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ -Huntley, Kristin.  Copyright 2010 Booklist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-350476887983581854?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/350476887983581854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=350476887983581854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/350476887983581854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/350476887983581854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/07/then-came-you-novel-by-jennifer-weiner.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5810006566121046353</id><published>2011-07-21T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:32:00.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ12SWBoE5A/Tf6i4deSxNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6eig54SdcVk/s1600/97264339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ12SWBoE5A/Tf6i4deSxNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6eig54SdcVk/s1600/97264339.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=1890003&amp;amp;t=watson&amp;amp;tp=author&amp;amp;l=39&amp;amp;d=2&amp;amp;hc=119&amp;amp;rt=author"&gt;Before I Go To Sleep: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by S. J. Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Forty-seven-year-old Christine Lucas awakens each morning believing she  is still in her twenties and single. She suffered a terrible accident  that has severely impaired her memory. She doesn't recognize Ben, the  man who tells her he is her husband; she doesn't remember that she had a  son; and, worst of all, she does not feel comfortable in her own skin,  appalled by her wrinkled face and old-lady clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turns out she  has been getting some help with her memory problem. Dr. Nash calls her  every day after Ben leaves for work to tell her where to retrieve her  journal, which contains key details about her previous life and work.  The most upsetting thing she learns from her journal, however, is that  certain facts don't match the story Ben has been telling her. But how  can she be sure he is deceiving her when she can barely hold on to the  threads of her own life? This mesmerizing, skillfully written debut  novel from a British author works on multiple levels. It is both an  affecting portrait of the profound impact of a debilitating illness and a  pulse-pounding thriller whose outcome no one could predict."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Wilkinson, Joanne Copyright 2010 Booklist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Note:  Also available in large print.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5810006566121046353?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5810006566121046353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5810006566121046353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5810006566121046353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5810006566121046353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/07/before-i-go-to-sleep-novel-by-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ12SWBoE5A/Tf6i4deSxNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6eig54SdcVk/s72-c/97264339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728266.post-2455824915669247076</id><published>2011-07-20T11:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:17:05.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTj8gci_tc32hl0l7CNCdzQxw2XZ9eLY9NvdfKhJV97m6-0qEC2"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 277px;" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTj8gci_tc32hl0l7CNCdzQxw2XZ9eLY9NvdfKhJV97m6-0qEC2" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kirkus Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/non-fiction/nina-sankovitch/tolstoy-and-purple-chair/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; named Tolstoy and the Purple Chair an outstanding debut novel of 2011 and gave it a starred review: “This  celebration of the richness of reading will reward anyone who loves to  read…Intelligent, insightful and eloquent, Sankovitch takes the reader  on the literary journey…even the well-read reader will be inspired to  explore some of the books from this magical year.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acorn.biblio.org/opac/en-US/skin/default/xml/rdetail.xml?r=2339753&amp;amp;t=tolstoy%20and%20the%20purple%20chair&amp;amp;tp=keyword&amp;amp;l=39&amp;amp;d=2&amp;amp;hc=1&amp;amp;rt=keyword"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tolstoy and the Purple Chair:  My Year of Magical Reading by Nina Sankovitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When Sankovitch lost her older sister to cancer, she was determined to  "live her life double" in order to make up for her family's painful  loss. But after three years spent at a frenetic pace, Sankovitch decided  to slow down and rediscover the pleasure of books in order to reconnect  with the memory of her sister. Despite the day-to-day responsibilities  of raising four sons-and the holidays, vacations, and sudden illnesses  that accompany a large family-Sankovitch vowed to read one book a day  for an entire year and blog about it. In this entertaining bibliophile's  dream, Sankovitch (who launched ReadAllDay.org and was profiled in the  New York Times) found that her "year of magical reading" was "not a way  to rid myself of sorrow but a way to absorb it." As well as being an  homage to her sister and their family of readers, Sankovitch's memoir  speaks to the power that books can have over our daily lives. Sankovitch  champions the act of reading not as an indulgence but as a necessity,  and will make the perfect gift from one bookworm to another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Publishers Weekly,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2455824915669247076?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2455824915669247076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2455824915669247076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2455824915669247076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2455824915669247076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/07/kirkus-reviews-named-tolstoy-and-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6505976826003660558</id><published>2011-05-17T10:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:36:28.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780670021048/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780670021048/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1305E416BV093.174057&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=caleb%27s+crossing&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;Caleb's Crossing: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Geraldine Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pulitzer Prize-winner Brooks (for March) delivers a splendid  historical  inspired by Caleb Cheeshahteaumauck, the first Native  American to  graduate from Harvard. Brooks brings the 1660s to  life with evocative  period detail, intriguing characters, and a  compelling story narrated  by Bethia Mayfield, the outspoken  daughter of a Calvinist preacher.  While exploring the island now  known as Martha's Vineyard, Bethia meets  Caleb, a Wampanoag  native to the island, and they become close,  clandestine  friends. After Caleb loses most of his family to smallpox,  he  begins to study under the tutelage of Bethia's father. Since  Bethia  isn't allowed to pursue education herself, she eavesdrops  on Caleb's  and her own brother's lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caleb is a gifted  scholar who eventually  travels, along with Bethia's brother, to  Cambridge to continue his  education. Bethia tags along and her  descriptions of 17th-century  Cambridge and Harvard are as  entertaining as they are enlightening  (Harvard was founded by  Puritans to educate the "English and Indian  youth of this  country," for instance). With Harvard expected to  graduate a  second Martha's Vineyard Wampanoag Indian this year, almost   three and a half centuries after Caleb, the novel's publication  is  particularly timely."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Publisher Weekly Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This may be my new favorite of all of Geraldine Brook's books.  She perfectly captures 17th century Martha's Vineyard and Cambridge.  Her characters are memorable and the religious conflicts between the Puritans and Native Americans are thought-provoking.  Looking forward to having a book discussion on this new release.  ~kvl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6505976826003660558?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6505976826003660558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6505976826003660558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6505976826003660558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6505976826003660558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/05/calebs-crossing-novel-by-geraldine.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5215623362935230022</id><published>2011-04-03T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:10:45.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=13I18568V22S8.123280&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211102413%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;T&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0399157220/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0399157220/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=13I18568V22S8.123280&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211102413%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;HE WEIRD SISTERS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Eleanor Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"You don't have to have a sister or be a fan of the Bard to love  Brown's  bright, literate debut, but it wouldn't hurt. Sisters  Rose (Rosalind;  As You Like It), Bean (Bianca; The Taming of the  Shrew), and Cordy  (Cordelia; King Lear)--the book-loving,  Shakespeare-quoting, and  wonderfully screwed-up spawn of Bard  scholar Dr. James Andreas--end up  under one roof again in  Barnwell, Ohio, the college town where they  were raised, to help  their breast cancera stricken mom. The real  reasons they've  trudged home, however, are far less straightforward:  vagabond  and youngest sib Cordy is pregnant with nowhere to go;  man-eater  Bean ran into big trouble in New York for embezzlement, and   eldest sister Rose can't venture beyond the "mental circle with   Barnwell at the center of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For these pains-in-the-soul, the  sisters  have to learn to trust love--of themselves, of each  other--to find  their way home again. The supporting  cast--removed, erudite dad; ailing  mom; a crew of locals; Rose's  long-suffering fiancAc--is a punchy  delight, but the stage  clearly belongs to the sisters; Macbeth's  witches would be proud  of the toil and trouble they stir up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Copyright Publishers Weekly Review&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5215623362935230022?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5215623362935230022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5215623362935230022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5215623362935230022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5215623362935230022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/04/t-he-weird-sisters-by-eleanor-brown-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3587447938178222137</id><published>2011-03-29T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T14:14:13.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780670022410/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780670022410/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=130V4C160N312.99981&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211104297%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=discovery+of+witches&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;A Discovery of Witches &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Deborah Harkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Diana Bishop is the last of the Bishops, a powerful family of witches,  but she has refused her magic ever since her parents died and, instead,  has turned to academia. When a new project takes her to Oxford, she is  looking forward to several months in the Bodleian, investigating  alchemical manuscripts. Her peace is soon interrupted when one of the  books she finds in the library turns out to have been lost for 150 years  and is wanted desperately by the witch, daemon, and vampire  communities so desperately that many are willing to kill for it. But the  very first creature to approach her after her discovery is Matthew, a  very old vampire and fellow scholar, who seems only to want to protect  her. Harkness creates a compelling and sweeping tale that moves from  Oxford to Paris to upstate New York and into both Diana's and Matthews  complex families and histories. All her characters are fully fleshed and  unique, which, when combined with the complex and engaging plot,  results in one of the better fantasy debuts in recent months."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ~ Booklist (starred review)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Excellent read!  Also available as Book on CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3587447938178222137?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3587447938178222137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3587447938178222137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3587447938178222137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3587447938178222137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/03/discovery-of-witches-by-deborah.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4019201797995365484</id><published>2011-01-13T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T16:03:15.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.parade.com/images/-v5/parade-picks/2010/12/the-radleys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 328px;" src="http://www.parade.com/images/-v5/parade-picks/2010/12/the-radleys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" &gt;An                                        intoxicating chillfest that's sharper than                                        a vamp's incisors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daily                                        Record &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Radleys: A Novel &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Matt Hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Radleys Peter, Helen, and their two teenagers, Clara and Rowan live  outwardly in domestic bliss, but it comes at a price: Peter and Helen  are abstainers, vampires who view blood drinking as an addiction, and  keeping up the facade has strained their marriage. They've kept the  truth from their children, but this backfires when Clara's vegan diet  (dangerous for abstainers, who need meat) causes uncontrollable blood  lust, culminating in her ripping a boy to shreds. Enter Uncle Will, an  unrepentant vampire, whose subtle and dangerous charm brings even more  trouble. This is a dark domestic drama about a loving but dysfunctional  family that just happens to be vampires, though delicious moments of  gore maintain its horror connection. Excerpts from The Abstainer's  Handbook, which the Radley's rigidly follow, cleverly mimic self-help  manuals, and Haig's sly digs at suburbia's forced banality and  conformity are on target. As Rowan says, Everyone represses everything. .  . . We're middle-class and we're British. Repression is in our veins. A  white-picket-fence-style happy ending caps off this unusual blended  story." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--Hutley, Krista  Copyright 2010 Booklist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4019201797995365484?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4019201797995365484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4019201797995365484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4019201797995365484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4019201797995365484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2011/01/intoxicating-chillfest-thats-sharper.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8885033726095742585</id><published>2010-12-28T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:32:09.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1608192628/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1608192628/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hellenga is fearlessly inventive. Could anybody else combine snake handling, the Ituri pygmies of the Congo, life in a women's prison, learning to play timpani, a murder trial and a poignant love affair in three hundred-odd fast-paced, highly readable pages?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                    —Maxine Kumin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=X29PX67327187.9531&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=snakewoman&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;THE SNAKEWOMAN OF LITTLE EGYPT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Robert Hellenga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"The lovers in Hellenga's moving, profound novels do not live in a world  of conventional happy endings. His romances often end in attenuated  moments of both disappointment and tenderness, partings that have the  feel not of failed relationships but of life moving on and working out  as it must. There is melancholy in that but a kind of happiness, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;So  it was in his best-selling debut, The Sixteen Pleasures (1994), and so  it is in his latest novel, about a young woman, Sunny, just released  from prison after serving five years for shooting (but not killing) her  husband, and Jackson, an anthropology professor torn between his desire  to return to Africa and to settle into the comfortable university life  he's found in southern Illinois. Everything changes when Jackson meets  Sunny, who grew up in a snake-handling church in Illinois' Little Egypt  area (she shot her husband after he forced her to put her hand in a box  of rattlesnakes). Sunny rents Jackson's garage apartment and quickly  becomes his lover, but she is trying to escape her childhood and her  husband, and Jackson is entranced by her stories of the Church of the  Burning Bush with Signs Following, eventually going there to do  fieldwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hellenga fills the novel not only with fascinating details of  snake handling and the religious ecstasy it inspires but also with a  beguiling portrait of the comfort and shared intimacy of domestic life.  Jackson and Sunny dance between the  safe harbor  of their life together  and  the wider sea of courage, risk, and adventure,  each teaching the  other about the many forms of joie de vivre.Yes, it is a melancholy  story, but it is also immensely satisfying and even uplifting in that  unique way that only deeply felt life can provide"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.--Ott, Bill  Copyright  2010 Booklist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8885033726095742585?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8885033726095742585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8885033726095742585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8885033726095742585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8885033726095742585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/12/hellenga-is-fearlessly-inventive.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2003457119044876020</id><published>2010-11-29T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:31:00.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780451229489/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780451229489/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=X290M55951906.6934&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211076139%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=13&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=outside+boy&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=13"&gt;THE OUTSIDE BOY&lt;/a&gt; by Jeanine Cummins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;"Christy, nearly 12, is an Irish Traveller, a Pavee, a child of motion  who, with his family, journeys restlessly from town to town, never  staying in any place long enough to call it home. But when his beloved Grandda dies, family  secrets begin to spill out, and things begin to change, perhaps  irrevocably. Set in Ireland in 1959, Cummin's first novel (shes also the  author of the memoir A Rip in Heaven, 2004) is a deeply moving and  elegiac look at a vanishing culture. Told in Christy's vernacular but  often poetic first-person voice, The Outside Boy is gorgeously written  and an implicit celebration of Irish storytelling. And it offers a  convincing and evocative look at a way of life little known or  understood by the many foreign to it. Though Cummin's treatment of the  Pavee may sometimes seem idealized, she is quick to acknowledge their  occasional petty thefts and tradition of mooching. Her overriding,  beautifully realized theme is larger than that, however: it is the  universal desire to find a place where one belongs and people whether  ones own family or as-yet-unknown others whose presence provides  essential comfort, contentment, and completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~ Booklist, copyright 2010, American Library Association&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2003457119044876020?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2003457119044876020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2003457119044876020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2003457119044876020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2003457119044876020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/11/outside-boy-by-jeanine-cummins-christy.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2471557433923295914</id><published>2010-11-29T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:59:02.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1401323847/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 334px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1401323847/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;It's that time of year when we're out and about more, life gets a bit rushed and people can be thoughtless and sometimes, just downright rude.  Whoopi's book may be just what you need to realize you're not the only one who thinks good manners are a thing of the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1L91P49227Q43.702&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211090977%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=is+it+just+me&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;IS IT JUST ME? OR IS IT NUTS OUT THERE?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By Whoopi Goldberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you noticed that things aren't as civil as they once were? Or  that rudeness is no longer an exception but a lifestyle? Sure you have.  All you need to do is set foot outside your door to see that bad manners  are taking over everywhere. People are yakking on cell phones in  restaurants, even at church. Folks in carpools wear enough cologne to  make our eyes bleed. Complete strangers think it's OK to rub a pregnant  lady's belly. Passengers abuse flight attendants, family outings to the  ball park are ruined by rowdy drunks . . . a congressman heckled the  President of the United States. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Well, Whoopi Goldberg has noticed all this and more and asked herself,  "Is it just me?" Unleashing her trademark irreverence and humor, her new  book of observations takes a funny and excruciatingly honest look at  how a loss of civility is messing with the quality of life for all of  us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; So if your pet peeve is folks who talk in movie theaters like it was  their living room, or if you get bugged by people clipping their nails  and performing other personal hygiene next to you on the bus, or if you  cringe when "please" and "thank you" get replaced by "gimme" and "huh?" .  . . you have found a kindred spirit. Because Whoopi has witnessed the  growing disrespect and rudeness in our lives and realized she is not  alone. And, as you'll discover in these pages, neither are you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~ from the Publisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2471557433923295914?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2471557433923295914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2471557433923295914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2471557433923295914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2471557433923295914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-that-time-of-year-when-were-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6446619452709595778</id><published>2010-11-27T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:25:00.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781594487668/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781594487668/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Salvation City" is not only timely and thought-provoking but also  generous in its understanding of human nature. When apocalypse comes, I  want Nunez in my lifeboat."  -"Vanity Fair" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=X290M55951906.6934&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211087309%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=10&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=salvation+city&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=10"&gt;SALVATION CITY&lt;/a&gt; by Sigrid Nunez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"Teenager Cole Vining had just moved with his parents from  Chicago to a  rural Indiana college town when a deadly flu  epidemic leaves him  orphaned and memory impaired. Shuffled from  a Dickensian orphanage to a  conservative Christian couple, Cole  finds his muddled memories of his  liberal parents clashing with  the new reality of life in Salvation City  with Pastor Wyatt, a  charismatic preacher with a history of substance  abuse, and his  wife, Tracy. Cole now has a safe, close-knit community  around  him, but he feels its limitations as Tracy struggles to   homeschool him. Then, an unexpected visitor presents Cole with  new  options and hope for a more balanced &lt;/span&gt;future...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-Jenn B. Stidham,  Houston Community Coll.-Northeast, TX   (c)  Copyright 2010.  Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of  Media Source, Inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6446619452709595778?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6446619452709595778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6446619452709595778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6446619452709595778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6446619452709595778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/11/salvation-city-is-not-only-timely-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-400586542662649185</id><published>2010-11-26T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T19:19:00.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qcwxik1S5U/TLue8kcUE5I/AAAAAAAAG5Y/JHWRa_Qzy-o/s1600/Prodigal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qcwxik1S5U/TLue8kcUE5I/AAAAAAAAG5Y/JHWRa_Qzy-o/s1600/Prodigal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=X290M55951906.6934&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211085865%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=7&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=blood+of+the+prodigal&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=7"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;BLOOD OF THE PRODIGAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by P. L. Gaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amish bishop Eli Miller of Holmes County, OH, placed a ban on his own  18-year-old son Jonah when he refused to follow Amish precepts. Now,  after ten years, Jonah returns to kidnap the son he fathered as a  teenager, then disappears again. Not wanting to publicize private  problems, Miller asks local professor Mike Branden for help in locating  the pair. Branden, in turn, frets about not contacting police,  especially after murder muddies the waters. Gaus obviously knows his  subject well: a professor at the College of Wooster in the heart of  Ohio's Amish region, he provides precise, detailed descriptions of Amish  practices and full-bodied, unhurried, well-measured prose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright 2010.  Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-400586542662649185?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/400586542662649185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=400586542662649185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/400586542662649185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/400586542662649185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/11/blood-of-prodigal-by-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1qcwxik1S5U/TLue8kcUE5I/AAAAAAAAG5Y/JHWRa_Qzy-o/s72-c/Prodigal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728266.post-7925883327421774393</id><published>2010-11-25T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:13:00.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0312383789/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0312383789/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=X290M55951906.6934&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211089979%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=5&amp;amp;term=dinosaur+hunter&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=5&amp;amp;view=SUMMARY&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09"&gt;THE DINOSAUR HUNTER &lt;/a&gt;by Homer Hickam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Former Los Angeles police detective-turned-Montana cowboy Mike Wire is  enjoying the quiet life on the Square C ranch until the arrival of the  titular paleontologist. The scientist's zeal impresses the ranch's  owner, widow Jeanette Coulter, who allows him to hunt for T. rex bones,  much to Mike's surprise. The mysteries begin with cattle killings and  strange engine noises at night, and soon more newcomers appear,  including a retired Hollywood producer and his heavily tattooed Russian  friend. Environmental activists and government land agents add to the  suspect pool, and when a murder occurs at the county Fourth of July  party, Mike is forced to combine his skill sets to discover the truth  and protect those he cares about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dan Forrest, Western Kentucky Univ.  Libs., Bowling Green  (c)  Copyright 2010.  Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned  subsidiary of  Media Source, Inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7925883327421774393?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7925883327421774393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7925883327421774393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7925883327421774393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7925883327421774393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/11/dinosaur-hunter-by-homer-hickam-former.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6413364418252207843</id><published>2010-11-24T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:08:00.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0316068624/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 294px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0316068624/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=X290M55951906.6934&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211089980%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;THE WOLVES OF ANDOVER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Kathleen Kent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;"This prequel to Kent's The Heretic's Daughter (2008) focuses on the  early life of outspoken, tart-tongued Martha Allen, from whom the author  is descended. Set in seventeenth-century Massachusetts, the novel finds  the still-unmarried 23-year-old Martha being sent to live with her  cousins as a domestic. Once there, she finds herself intrigued by a  hired man named Thomas Carrier. A Welshman, he is the tallest man she  has ever seen and one of the most taciturn. But when he saves her from  two marauding wolves, intrigue turns to attraction. But other wolves  human ones this time may pose an even greater danger to the two. Who is  Thomas, in fact? What part might he have played in the overthrow and  beheading of England's Charles I? And why have a clutch of dangerous  assassins come from England in search of him? An example of the  currently popular genre-blender, the book is part historical fiction,  part romance, and part suspense. Skillfully meshing these various  elements, the author's latest effort is bound to please fans of  each."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Michael Cart,  Copyright 2010 Booklist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6413364418252207843?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6413364418252207843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6413364418252207843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6413364418252207843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6413364418252207843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/11/wolves-of-andover-by-kathleen-kent-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4411603326421923673</id><published>2010-11-23T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:01:38.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0307379140/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0307379140/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Straight is both a novelist and a mother, and has to be numbered among  the Mothers of Invention who count for so much in our literature,  writers such as Louise Erdrich and Jane Smiley, Barbara Kingsolver and  Dorothy Allison.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;—"The Boston Globe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=X290M55951906.6934&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=5&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=take+one+candle&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59"&gt;TAKE ONE CANDLE LIGHT A ROOM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Susan Straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Straight's (A Million Nightingales) newest heroine, FX Antoine, keeps a  distance from her family, her past, and even her present. Her one tie to  home is her godson Victor, the child of her murdered best friend, whose  involvement in a shooting sends him careening off the college path and  potentially straight into a life of crime. He flees to Louisiana, where  FX grew up, and is followed by her and her father, who wrestles with  family secrets of his own. Their pursuit of Victor is marred by  complications, not the least of which is the looming Hurricane Katrina,  putting them all at risk. Straight again places readers in a rich and  alien culture, a melange of misfits and outlaws. FX is a detached  protagonist, resisting her own family and culture, and readers will  share her outsider's viewpoint. Straight's love of language is embedded  in every page....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Publisher Weekly Review, Copyright 2010 Reed Business Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4411603326421923673?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4411603326421923673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4411603326421923673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4411603326421923673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4411603326421923673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/11/straight-is-both-novelist-and-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3281145513964660307</id><published>2010-10-20T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T16:20:24.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780806533032/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 274px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780806533032/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cleo:  The Cat Who Mended a Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;by Helen Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I'm a sucker for animal stories, especially ones about cats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Grace can come in deceptively small packages. For Brown, it arrived in  the form of a runt-of-the-litter kitten whom her two young sons, Sam and  Rob, adored on sight. Promised as an upcoming present for Sam's tenth  birthday, it was a gift the boy never received. While the kitten was  being weaned from its mother, Sam was taken from his. Just weeks after  his birthday, Sam was killed in an auto accident, and Brown's world  changed forever. Yet when the kitten was delivered to her new home right  on schedule, Brown's heart first broke with the unfairness of it all,  then gradually began to mend as little Cleo did what all kittens do:  mounted a charm offensive like no other. Over the next 23 years, as  Brown's marriage ended and career blossomed, the spunky Cleo remained  her constant source of comfort and inspiration. Heartfelt and open,  Brown's buoyant tale of loss and recovery celebrates the resilient  patience and restorative powers of animal compassion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ~ Carol Haggas,   Copyright 2010 Booklist &lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3281145513964660307?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12E7C052K7000.12878&amp;profile=brkfld&amp;source=~!horizon&amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;uri=full=3100001~!1091211~!0&amp;ri=1&amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;menu=search&amp;ipp=20&amp;spp=20&amp;staffonly=&amp;term=cleo&amp;index=.T2&amp;uindex=&amp;aspect=s' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3281145513964660307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3281145513964660307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3281145513964660307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3281145513964660307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/10/cleo-cat-who-mended-family-by-helen.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-59906087077392277</id><published>2010-10-06T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:14:54.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1439181748/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1439181748/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=128K391Y2887V.7175&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=lady+matador%27s&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59"&gt;The Lady Matador's Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Cristina Garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"The Hotel Miraflor is the epicenter for explosive conflict in the  capital of an unnamed Central American country ravaged by civil war and  corruption. During the first week in November 2003, a presidential  campaign reaches fever pitch, a military conference convenes at the  hotel, and battles intimate and political, ritualized and spontaneous,  erupt with seismic force. The hotels most prominent guest is a veritable  goddess, Suki Palacios, a lithe and fearless matador from California of  Mexican and Japanese descent, a woman who brandishes her beauty like a  weapon. Another indomitable woman, attorney Gertrudis, uses the hotel as  headquarters for her lucrative black-market adoption operation. Won  Kim, a reluctant Korean factory owner, has sequestered his pregnant  teenage mistress in the honeymoon suite. Aura, an ex-guerrilla working  as a waitress at the hotel, plots revenge against a murderous,  weight-lifting colonel. Garcia strides and twirls with a matadors  daring, grace, and focus as she enters the psyches of diverse, intense,  and unnerving characters; choreographs converging and dramatic story  lines; and confronts the pervasiveness of the inexplicable. Streamlined,  sexy, darkly witty, and succinctly tragic, Garcias fifth sharply  imagined novel of caustic social critique concentrates the horrors of  oppression and violence into a compulsively readable tale of coiled fury  and penetrating insight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Booklist,  copyright 2010, American Library Association&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-59906087077392277?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/59906087077392277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=59906087077392277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/59906087077392277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/59906087077392277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/10/lady-matadors-hotel-by-cristina-garcia.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-7525177684733654011</id><published>2010-09-28T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T19:52:18.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1439150281/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 318px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1439150281/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="boldBlackFont2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=MH85R16424781.6018&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211082480%7E%211&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=big+girls&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry:  The Election that Changed Everything for American Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Rebecca Traister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"Superb.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt; is much more than an assemblage  of these type of 'boys on the bus' campaign anecdotes. As anyone who's  followed Traister's sharp and lively essays in Salon knows, her  particular 'beat' is gender. What she does here is tease out the  cultural narratives that came to wield so much power during the [2008  presidential] campaign and, finally, in the voting booth.... There's so  much…to be learned and argued over in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Big Girls Don't Cry….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  Girls, these days, can not only run for president; they can also  brilliantly analyze presidential campaigns, too."&lt;/span&gt;—Maureen Corrigan,  NPR's Fresh Air&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7525177684733654011?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7525177684733654011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7525177684733654011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7525177684733654011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7525177684733654011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-girls-dont-cry-election-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4930034125153482224</id><published>2010-09-21T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T16:39:11.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0345505387/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 346px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0345505387/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12V51Y027L750.9434&amp;amp;profile=hdqr&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211073714%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;aspect=subtab47&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=gabaldon&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab47&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2"&gt;THE EXILE: AN OUTLANDER GRAPHIC NOVEL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Diana Gabaldon (Illustrated by Hoang Nguyen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Diana Gabaldon’s brilliant storytelling has captivated millions of  readers in her bestselling and award-winning Outlander saga. Now, in her  first-ever graphic novel, Gabaldon gives readers a fresh look at the  events of the original Outlander: Jamie Fraser’s side of the story,  gorgeously rendered by artist Hoang Nguyen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;~ Book Jacket&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4930034125153482224?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4930034125153482224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4930034125153482224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4930034125153482224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4930034125153482224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/09/exile-outlander-graphic-novel-by-diana.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3711338040851978662</id><published>2010-09-15T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T15:33:03.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0399156925/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0399156925/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1284H784MW031.17643&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211073716%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;The Mullah's Storm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Thomas W. Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;"At the start of Young's well-crafted first novel, a transport  plane  carrying a high-value prisoner, a radical mullah, is  forced down in the  rugged Hindu Kush of Afghanistan. Maj.  Michael Parson, the plane's  co-pilot, and female Master Sergeant  Gold, an interpreter who speaks  Pashto, must brave a ferocious  winter storm and reach a nearby Special  Forces team with the  mullah, but they wind up in the hands of Taliban  insurgents. The  SF team rescues Parson, but the Taliban escape, taking  the  mullah and the translator in opposite directions. The team must   try to recapture the mullah, but Parson can't abandon Gold  because "You  love your comrades more than you hate your  enemies." Young (The Speed  of Heat: An Airlift Wing at War in  Iraq and Afghanistan) draws on his  own war experiences for  verisimilitude, which, along with believable  characters and an  exciting plot, makes this one of the better thrillers  to come  out of the Afghan theater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright 2010 Reed Business Information&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3711338040851978662?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3711338040851978662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3711338040851978662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3711338040851978662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3711338040851978662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/09/mullahs-storm-by-thomas-w.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6046680240557769172</id><published>2010-09-14T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T14:32:00.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0374158460/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 276px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0374158460/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=K28440K014968.3627&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211073866%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;Freedom: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Jonathan Franzen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Patty and Walter Berglund were the new pioneers of old St. Paul, the  gentrifiers, the hands-on parents, the avant-garde of the Whole Foods  generation. Patty was the ideal sort of neighbor, who could tell you  where to recycle your batteries and how to get the local cops to  actually do their job. She was an enviably perfect mother and the wife  of Walter's dreams. Together with Walter (environmental lawyer, commuter  cyclist, total family man) she was doing her small part to build a  better world. But now, in the new millennium, the Berglunds have become a  mystery. Why has their teenage son moved in with the aggressively  Republican family next door? Why has Walter taken a job working with Big  Coal? What exactly is Richard Katz rocker and Walter's college best  friend and rival still doing in the picture? Most of all, what has  happened to Patty? Why has the bright star of Barrier Street become a  very different kind of neighbor an implacable Fury coming unhinged  before the street's attentive eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In his first novel since The  Corrections, Jonathan Franzen has given us an epic of contemporary love  and marriage. Freedom comically and tragically captures the temptations  and burdens of liberty: the thrills of teenage lust, the shaken  compromises of middle age, the wages of suburban sprawl, the heavy  weight of empire. In charting the mistakes and joys of Freedom's  characters as they struggle to learn how to live in an ever more  confusing world, Franzen has produced an indelible and deeply moving  portrait of our time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6046680240557769172?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6046680240557769172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6046680240557769172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6046680240557769172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6046680240557769172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/09/freedom-novel-by-jonathan-franzen-patty.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3606150693979203838</id><published>2010-09-13T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:32:35.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0316098337/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0316098337/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=128LU01J53859.3550&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211074146%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=room&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;Room: A Novel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Emma Donoghue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(*Note:  This novel was already written by the time the Jaycee Dugard story broke).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Five-year-old Jack and his Ma enjoy their long days together,  playing  games, watching TV, and reading favorite stories.  Through Jack's  narration, it slowly becomes apparent that their  pleasant days are  shrouded by a horrifying secret. Seven years  ago, his 19-year-old Ma  was abducted and has since been held  captive-in one small room. To her  abductor she is nothing more  than a sex slave, with Jack as a result,  yet she finds the  courage to raise her child with constant love under  these most  abhorrent circumstances. He is a bright child-bright enough,  in  fact, to help his mother successfully carry out a plan of  escape.  Once they get to the outside world, the sense of relief  is short lived,  as Jack is suddenly faced with an entirely new  worldview (with things  he never imagined, like other people,  buildings, and even family) while  his mother attempts to deal  with her own psychological trauma. Verdict  Gripping, riveting,  and close to the bone, this story grabs you and  doesn't let go."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Susanne Wells, P.L. of Cincinnati &amp;amp; Hamilton Cty.   Copyright 2010 Reed Business Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3606150693979203838?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3606150693979203838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3606150693979203838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3606150693979203838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3606150693979203838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/09/room-novel-by-emma-donoghue-note-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5592374510863061106</id><published>2010-08-04T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:41:18.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1605299480/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 272px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1605299480/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A 'comic book' like I have never seen before.  the illustrations are beautifully drawn.  the amazing details in the panels are absolutely wonderful.  check it out for yourself--you will not be disappointed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Jaclyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12E093947B04T.18918&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211051872%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHARLES DARWIN'S ON THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES: A GRAPHIC ADAPTATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;"It is like confessing a murder," wrote Darwin, foreseeing that  his  complex work would upset millennia of theological tradition  about the  origins of life forms. Indeed, the creationism wars  continue today. Now  Rodale's lovely and multitextured version  introduces a more accessible  Darwin, no less complex-or  fascinating. The graphic novel follows  Origin's original  chapters, combining snippets of Darwin's text with  quotes from  letters, illustrative examples from his time and from the   present, and occasional invented dialog. Fuller's images of  people seem  clumsy, but her full-color plants, animals, charts,  maps, and  scientific accoutrements are attractive and effective.  In drawings of  three saber-toothed cats, for example, we can  observe the "imperfection  of the geological record" when only  one animal perishes in a bog  preserving the full skeleton. An  afterword from Keller brings the  scholarship up-to-date, from  Mendel's pea plants to Wilson's  sociobiology."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~   Copyright 2010 Reed Business Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5592374510863061106?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5592374510863061106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5592374510863061106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5592374510863061106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5592374510863061106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/08/comic-book-like-i-have-never-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-7460080314185406777</id><published>2010-07-29T13:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T13:57:17.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780345504968/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 327px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780345504968/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1QS0424T54125.26094&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211063547%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;THE PASSAGE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Justin Cronin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A human-created virus has infected humankind, mutating most into   superstrong, near-immortal vampiric creatures. The "virals"-also  called  "jumpers" and "dracs" (after Dracula, of course)-can leap  20 feet  through the air at a bound and split a human (or a  horse, or a cow) in  half with their bare hands. A small band of  men and women embark on a  cross-country trek, looking for a way  to protect the few remaining  uninfected humans from extinction.  With them travels an enigmatic  prepubescent girl who talks to  the virals with her mind and seems to  have been born 100 years  before. VERDICT The monsters in this  compulsive nail biter are  the scariest in fiction since Stephen King's  vampires in Salem's  Lot. Although the novel runs 700 pages, Cronin is a  master at  building tension, and he never wastes words. Shout it from  the  hills! This exceptional thriller should be one of the most  popular  novels this year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ For Library Journal: David  Keymer, Modesto, CA   Copyright 2010 Reed Business Information&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7460080314185406777?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7460080314185406777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7460080314185406777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7460080314185406777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7460080314185406777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/passage-by-justin-cronin-human-created.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1266390506995544532</id><published>2010-07-22T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:59:00.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780399155345/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780399155345/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;One of the best books I have ever read.  Loved the characters.  Very interesting story about the help in the South.  ~ Lisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note:  The Brookfield Library will be hosting a book discussion on THE HELP on Thursday, September 2nd at 12:30 and 7:00 p.m.  We have a limited number of copies available at the check out desk for any reader who registers and will attend one of the discussions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204); font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;font-family:Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#0033cc;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12797W1X9A937.19567&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%21983390%7E%212&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=%22the+help%22&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;THE HELP: A NOVEL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Kathryn Stockett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......Optimistic, uplifting debut novel (and maiden publication of Amy  Einhorn's new imprint) set during the nascent civil rights movement in  Jackson, Miss., where black women were trusted to raise white children  but not to polish the household silver. Eugenia "Skeeter" Phelan is just  home from college in 1962, and, anxious to become a writer, is advised  to hone her chops by writing "about what disturbs you." The budding  social activist begins to collect the stories of the black women on whom  the country club sets relies--and mistrusts--enlisting the help of  Aibileen, a maid who's raised 17 children, and Aibileen's best friend  Minny, who's found herself unemployed more than a few times after  mouthing off to her white employers. The book Skeeter puts together  based on their stories is scathing and shocking, bringing pride and hope  to the black community, while giving Skeeter the courage to break down  her personal boundaries and pursue her dreams. Assured and layered, full  of heart and history...."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Reed Business Information.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1266390506995544532?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1266390506995544532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1266390506995544532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1266390506995544532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1266390506995544532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/one-of-best-books-i-have-ever-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3557105916154914512</id><published>2010-07-21T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T12:57:00.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0385523386/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0385523386/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12UP65537J062.12115&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211064134%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;term=orange+is+the+new+black&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;view=SUMMARY&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK: MY YEAR IN A WOMEN'S PRISON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Piper Kerman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A compelling, often hilarious, and unfailingly compassionate portrait of  life inside a women's prison - When Piper Kerman was sent to prison for  a ten-year-old crime, she barely resembled the reckless young woman  she'd been when, shortly after graduating Smith College, she'd committed  the misdeeds that would eventually catch up with her. Happily ensconced  in a New York City apartment, with a promising career and an attentive  boyfriend, she was suddenly forced to reckon with the consequences of  her very brief, very careless dalliance in the world of drug  trafficking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerman spent thirteen months in prison, eleven of them at  the infamous federal correctional facility in Danbury, Connecticut,  where she met a surprising and varied community of women living under  exceptional circumstances. In Orange Is the New Black, Kerman tells the  story of those long months locked up in a place with its own codes of  behavior and arbitrary hierarchies, where a practical joke is as common  as an unprovoked fight, and where the uneasy relationship between  prisoner and jailer is constantly and unpredictably recalibrated.  Revealing, moving, and enraging, Orange Is the New Black offers a unique  perspective on the criminal justice system, the reasons we send so many  people to prison, and what happens to them when they're there.&lt;/span&gt;   ~ Book Jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="tableBackground" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table class="tableBackground" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table class="tableBackground" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table class="tableBackground" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" align="left" nowrap="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="tableBackground" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table class="tableBackground" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" align="left" nowrap="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3557105916154914512?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3557105916154914512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3557105916154914512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3557105916154914512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3557105916154914512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/orange-is-new-black-my-year-in-womens.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4441805258901462319</id><published>2010-07-20T13:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T13:40:18.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0061562408/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 290px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0061562408/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Whether or not you are a dog lover, you will love this book!  The characters and story are unforgettable, and I have a new appreciation for car racing.  Enzo lives on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ~ Patti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1L796466TO031.10750&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=art+of+racing+in+the+rain&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN&lt;/a&gt; by Garth Stein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Enzo narrates his life story, beginning with his impending  death.  Enzo's not afraid of dying, as he's seen a television  documentary on  the Mongolian belief that a good dog will  reincarnate as a man. Yes,  Enzo is a dog. And he belongs to  Denny: husband, father, customer  service technician. Denny's  dream is to be a professional race-car  driver, and Enzo recounts  the triumphs and tragedies--medical,  financial, and legal--they  share in this quest, the dangers of the  racetrack being the  least of their obstacles. Enzo ultimately teaches  Denny and the  reader that persistence and joie de vivre will see them  through  to the checkered flag."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Dan Forrest, Western  Kentucky Univ. Libs., Bowling Green   Copyright  2008 Reed Business Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4441805258901462319?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4441805258901462319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4441805258901462319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4441805258901462319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4441805258901462319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/whether-or-not-you-are-dog-lover-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-90123727503301361</id><published>2010-07-19T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:29:27.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0743224752/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 296px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0743224752/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=127955B37L8I9.3431&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=insignificant&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;Insignificant Other&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=127955B37L8I9.3431&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=insignificant&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;by Stephen McCauley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"...Richard Rossi, a middle-aged human  resources manager, confronts several  delusions about his life:  that his relationship with his partner,  Conrad, is strong,  despite infidelity on both sides; that he isn't  really in love  with Benjamin, a married father of two; and that his  career is  going well and he likes his job. As Conrad drifts away on   frequent business trips, Richard is forced to think about what  might  have been. Set in Boston during the last years of the Bush   administration, as the economy is starting to teeter, the novel  has an  end-of-an-era feel that fits Richard's contemplations  about love, the  generation gap, compulsive fitness, and the  worship of material goods...."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Devon Thomas, DevIndexing, Chelsea, MI   for Library Journal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-90123727503301361?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/90123727503301361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=90123727503301361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/90123727503301361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/90123727503301361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/insignificant-other-s-by-stephen.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3728180924587097200</id><published>2010-07-17T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:17:00.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anorexia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0670021482/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 301px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0670021482/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=127925FT439O3.28330&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211052799%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=prime+solitude&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;The Solitude of Prime Numbers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;by Paolo Giordano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's love, or something like it, for 15-year-old Alice Della Rocca when  she first lays eyes on Mattia Balossino in the halls of her school. She  recognizes a kindred spirit in the awkward, intelligent boy, who sports a  bandage on his hand, the result of a shocking self-harming episode.  Anorexic, with a bad leg from a childhood ski accident, Alice insinuates  herself into Mattia's life in spite of the wall he has put up around  himself, and the two settle into an odd but lasting friendship.  Preferring not to be touched and feeling most at home in his math  studies, Mattia comes to see both himself and Alice as"twin prime"  numbers—similar, but always separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, after graduating from  college, he reveals to Alice the awful secret behind his cutting habit.  At the age of seven he left his retarded twin sister Michela in a local  park to attend a birthday party, and she was never seen again. His  confession brings the two closer, but soon after Mattia takes a job at a  university overseas, in part to escape his feelings for Alice. Once  there he flourishes in his career while carefully avoiding personal  entanglements. Alice in turn settles down with an outgoing doctor she  believes can give her a normal life. But the two never forget each  other, and when Alice's life takes a difficult turn she summons Mattia  back to Italy. He comes, knowing full well that surrendering to his  attraction to her holds equal parts pain and pleasure. A bestseller in  Europe, winner of the Premio Strega in the author's native Italy, this  compelling debut shows a remarkable sensitivity and maturity in the  depiction of its damaged soul mates&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; ~Kirkus Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3728180924587097200?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3728180924587097200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3728180924587097200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3728180924587097200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3728180924587097200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/solitude-of-prime-numbers-by-paolo.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3312990920427274511</id><published>2010-07-15T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:16:31.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781410409867/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781410409867/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This  book is an easy summer read.  Bella is a lipstick-addicted makeup  artist and stylist who is divorced and has sworn away men.  Then she  meets Sean Ryan and things turn out a little differently.  Along the  way, she has many entanglements with a large, loving family.  The  escapades of Bella and her family, set in small town Massachusetts, make  for an enjoyable story.  I recommend this book for anyone looking for a  fun, happy, easy read.  ~Megan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=B2787772U6687.34080&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=summer+blowout&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;Summer Blowout&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Claire Cook&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Cook updates the themes of love and disenchantment that drove "Lifes a  Beach" and "Must Love Dogs" in her latest beacher. Bella Shaughnessy, a  makeup artist whose solace in times of hardship is finding just the  right lipstick to match her mood, gets a divorce and quits men after  discovering that her husband of 10 years has been seeing her younger  half-sister, Sophia. During a wedding job, she gets stuck with  dog-sitting Precious (who looked kind of like a flying squirrel) and  quickly gets so attached that she takes drastic measures to keep the  dog. Can other kinds of attachment be far behind, as cute and easygoing  Sean Ryan enters the picture? Sufficient comedy and romance keep readers  entertained until the last page." ~Publisher Weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3312990920427274511?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3312990920427274511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3312990920427274511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3312990920427274511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3312990920427274511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-book-is-easy-summer-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5149614982634117951</id><published>2010-07-10T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:20:55.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0811722538/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 299px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0811722538/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"In a day-by-day diary format, Libby Riddles tells her own story of winning the 1985 Alaskan Iditarod dog sled race.  Without preamble or historical "filler," the first page jumps right into the Anchorage start of the race and takes the reader along every step of the next grueling, exhausting 18 days and 1200 miles to the finish line in Nome.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Riddles shares with her readers the roller coaster of emotions that define her quest:  the pain and exhaustion, the joy and hope, the fear, the incredible beauty of Alaskan wilderness, the hunger and thirst, the friendships and camaradarie, and above all, her love for her dogs."                     &lt;br /&gt;~ Margaret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1278778553U3R.34404&amp;amp;profile=hdqr&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%21457681%7E%212&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab47&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=race+across+alaska&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab47&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;RACE ACROSS ALASKA:  THE FIRST WOMAN TO WIN THE IDITAROD TELLS HER STORY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Libby Riddles and Tim Jones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5149614982634117951?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5149614982634117951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5149614982634117951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5149614982634117951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5149614982634117951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-day-by-day-diary-format-libby.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6740336010970578613</id><published>2010-07-10T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T11:55:02.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312534905/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312534905/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patrick Davis has it all until he's kicked off the set of the movie production of his screenplay, he's being sued by the actor for assault and he's dealing with his wife's infidelity.  But as bad as things are, his real troubles start after he receives a dvd and learns that he and his wife are the victims of identity theft and some serious and deadly stalking.  Watch for this on the big screen!  ~ Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12X8776349JV7.33722&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211073599%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;THEY'RE WATCHING&lt;/a&gt; by Gregg Hurwitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always a master of the gripping setup, Hurwitz (Trust No One)  outdoes  himself in this ultra-suspenseful thriller. One gray  L.A. winter  morning, disgraced screenwriter Patrick Davis steps  out onto his porch  in Bel Air, retrieves his newspaper, and  finds a DVD tucked inside. The  DVD opens with a static image of  Patrick's downstairs bathroom, shot  from outside the house, then  shows him entering, using the toilet, and  leaving. Other DVDs  follow, each more disturbing than the last, until  Patrick  receives a phone call: "So. are you ready to get started?"   Readers will be more than ready, as Hurwitz sure-handedly leads   everyone, Patrick included, through this tale of mystery and  murder,  serving up one shocking surprise after another. Patrick  eventually  proves that, even though he's been outmaneuvered time  after time, he's  not entirely the pawn those manipulating him  take him for. "  ~ Publisher Weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6740336010970578613?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6740336010970578613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6740336010970578613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6740336010970578613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6740336010970578613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/patrick-davis-has-it-all-until-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1913214317212760619</id><published>2010-07-08T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:04:22.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonfiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biography'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1400052173/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1400052173/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1278W12793QE3.24209&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211045875%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;THE IMMORTAL LIFE OF HENRIETTA LACKS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Rebecca Skloot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Science journalist Skloot makes a remarkable debut with this   multilayered story about "faith, science, journalism, and  grace." It is  also a tale of medical wonders and medical  arrogance, racism, poverty  and the bond that grows, sometimes  painfully, between two very  different women-Skloot and Deborah  Lacks-sharing an obsession to learn  about Deborah's mother,  Henrietta, and her magical, immortal cells.  Henrietta Lacks was  a 31-year-old black mother of five in Baltimore  when she died of  cervical cancer in 1951. Without her knowledge,  doctors treating  her at Johns Hopkins took tissue samples from her  cervix for  research. They spawned the first viable, indeed miraculously   productive, cell line-known as HeLa. These cells have aided in   medical discoveries from the polio vaccine to AIDS treatments.  What  Skloot so poignantly portrays is the devastating impact  Henrietta's  death and the eventual importance of her cells had  on her husband and  children."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Publisher Weekly Review&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1913214317212760619?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1913214317212760619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1913214317212760619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1913214317212760619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1913214317212760619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/immortal-life-of-henrietta-lacks-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1769575943535996462</id><published>2010-07-07T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:29:21.230-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphic novel'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg7aI6_tNA/TDS_JtCQIqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmY2qLB6qqM/s1600/Asterios+Polyp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg7aI6_tNA/TDS_JtCQIqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmY2qLB6qqM/s320/Asterios+Polyp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491224019100246690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1278524M0YQ93.17108&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=24&amp;amp;y=22&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=asterios+polyp&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;Asterios Polyp&lt;/a&gt; by David Mazzucchelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Mazzucchelli's boldly ambitious, boundary-pushing graphic novel  is remarkable for the way it synthesizes word and image to craft a new  kind of storytelling, and for how it makes that synthesis seem so  intuitive as to render it invisible…&lt;i&gt;Asterios Polyp&lt;/i&gt; is a fast, fun  read, but it's also a work that has been carefully wrought to take  optimum advantage of comics' hybrid nature — it's a tale that could only  be told on the knife-edge where text and art come seamlessly together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–NPR’s The Five Best Books to Share with Your Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Check this out for our summer reading program!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1769575943535996462?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1769575943535996462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1769575943535996462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1769575943535996462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1769575943535996462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/asterios-polyp-by-david-mazzucchelli.html' title=''/><author><name>Nick Chodoba, Reference Librarian</name><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rFg7aI6_tNA/TDS_JtCQIqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JmY2qLB6qqM/s72-c/Asterios+Polyp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728266.post-8553098281438429225</id><published>2010-07-06T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:08:06.428-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=074329601X/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 269px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=074329601X/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=127R4586Q4937.11354&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21916214%7E%215&amp;amp;ri=4&amp;amp;term=fielding%2C+joy&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=4&amp;amp;view=PUBLISHERS_WEEKLY_REVIEW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09"&gt;Charley's Web&lt;/a&gt; by Joy Fielding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A newspaper columnist who pushes the limits is contacted by a young girl who was a nanny and killed the children she cared for.  She is now on death row and she wants Charlotte to make her story into a book.  Surprise ending!"  ~ Nancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8553098281438429225?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8553098281438429225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8553098281438429225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8553098281438429225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8553098281438429225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/charleys-web-by-joy-fielding-newspaper.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5608743463113260491</id><published>2010-07-02T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:12:45.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0743270428/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0743270428/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"New author for me.  Enjoyable, fast-paced political thriller.  I enjoyed the characters and will definitely read more of Flynn's work.  If you like Ludlum or Clancy, you'll enjoy this book."  ~  Patrick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1K780900L35D6.32130&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21956798%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;EXTREME MEASURES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Vince Flynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"In the newest devastatingly intense thriller by #1 New York  Times bestselling phenomenon Vince Flynn, his deadly and charismatic hero  Mitch Rapp wages a war against a new enemy with the help of a fellow  soldier as dedicated -- and as lethal -- as they come.Vince Flynn's  thrillers, featuring counter terrorism operative Mitch Rapp, dominate the  imagination of readers everywhere. In them, Flynn captures the  secretive world of the fearless men and women, who, bound by duty, risk  their lives in a covert war they must hide from even their own political  leaders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5608743463113260491?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5608743463113260491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5608743463113260491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5608743463113260491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5608743463113260491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-author-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3439873836578942281</id><published>2010-06-30T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:44:57.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1439156336/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 267px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1439156336/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Latest in the Lincoln Rhyme series and it didn't  disappoint.   Raised some interesting questions about being disabled along with the  mystery/suspense story."  -   Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=O277921922KX3.18397&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%211052109%7E%211&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;THE BURNING WIRE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;  by Jeffery Deaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"An explosion at a Manhattan electrical power substation that  destroys a  bus--followed by threats of much worse violence unless  Algonquin  Consolidated Power and Light meets virtually  impossible demands-sparks  Deaver's sterling ninth Lincoln Rhyme  novel (after The Broken Window).  Forensic expert Rhyme takes  charge of looking into the fatal blast,  aided by his partner and  sometime lover, field agent Amelia Sachs,  among others.....The twin investigations  take an  increasingly dangerous toll on quadriplegic Rhyme's  precarious physical  health. Not even the brilliant Rhyme can  foresee the shocking twists  the case will take in this  electrically charged thriller." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;~ Publisher's Weekly   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3439873836578942281?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3439873836578942281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3439873836578942281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3439873836578942281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3439873836578942281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/06/latest-in-lincoln-rhyme-series-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-7975618611878198183</id><published>2010-06-25T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:06:36.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0767927001/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0767927001/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12ET499316Q93.8628&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%211068481%7E%211&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=mountain+between+us&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;THE MOUNTAIN BETWEEN US&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Charles Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From the author of Where the River Ends, comes this page-turning story  of love and survival. On a stormy winter night, two strangers wait for a  flight at the Salt Lake City airport. Ashley Knox is an attractive,  successful writer, who is flying East for her much anticipated wedding.  Dr. Ben Payne has just wrapped up a medical conference and is also eager  to get back East for a slate of surgeries he has scheduled for the  following day. When the last outgoing flight is cancelled due to a  broken de-icer and a forthcoming storm, Ben finds a charter plane that  can take him around the storm and drop him in Denver to catch a  connection. And when the pilot says the single engine prop plane can fit  one more, if barely, Ben offers the seat to Ashley knowing that she  needs to get back just as urgently. And then the unthinkable happens.  The pilot has a heart attack mid-flight and the plane crashes into the  High Uintas Wilderness-- one of the largest stretches of harsh and  remote land in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Check this out for summer reading!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/kvanlee/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7975618611878198183?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7975618611878198183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7975618611878198183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7975618611878198183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7975618611878198183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/06/mountain-between-us-by-charles-martin.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5555971393811880257</id><published>2010-06-21T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:36:01.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=030726999X/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=030726999X/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=127FA623031F6.5430&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=girl+who+kicked&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW"&gt;The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;by Stieg Larsson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you been caught up in the trilogy by the late Swedish author and journalist Stieg Larsson?  The final book has just been released (unless there's more lurking on his laptop) and it's not to be missed.  But these books must be read in order, so if you want to get immersed in some of the best storytelling around, reserve a copy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=127FA623031F6.5430&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%21940492%7E%211&amp;amp;ri=4&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=girl+with+the+dragon&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=4"&gt;The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, and lose yourself in this series that NY Times Book reviewer David Kamp calls utterly addicting and meet two of the most interesting characters on fiction pages today:  "a fearless middle-aged journalist named Mikael Blomkvist, who publishes  an Expo-like magazine called Millennium, and a slight, sullen, socially  maladjusted, tech-savvy young goth named Lisbeth Salander, the “girl” of  the books’ titles, who, in addition to her dragon tattoo, possesses  extraordinary hacking abilities and a twisted, complicated past. " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book 'Em!  Our mystery discussion group at The Brookfield Library will discuss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/span&gt; on August 30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5555971393811880257?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5555971393811880257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5555971393811880257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5555971393811880257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5555971393811880257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/06/girl-who-kicked-hornets-nest-novel-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1971434697613162030</id><published>2010-06-21T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:10:27.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(203, 72, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Water Your Mind: Read' is The Brookfield Library's Adult  Summer Reading            Program for 2010 for ages 17 and older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Come join the fun this summer as The Brookfield  Library            helps you "Water Your Mind." Read some of your favorite books,  find a            new author, or read books you wouldn't normally choose. Just  for signing            up for adult summer reading, you'll receive a book mark and  seed packet            for summer growing (while supplies last).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There will be prize drawings for various  activities            that include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;           - Reading three adult books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Reading one book and writing a review for  our blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Completing a library bingo game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- Submitting a photograph of you reading a  book while            on vacation or on a staycation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         There will be a grand prize drawing for all adult (17+)  participants.            Water Your Mind will be held from June 15 - August 6.  Registration packets will be available on Tuesday, June 21st.  Prizes have been generously            provided by The Friends of The Brookfield Library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1971434697613162030?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1971434697613162030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1971434697613162030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1971434697613162030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1971434697613162030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2010/06/water-your-mind-read-is-brookfield.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2954851019610089831</id><published>2009-04-02T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:29:09.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=141659423X/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=141659423X/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1H3870004N6T6.28838&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!992306~!1&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=act+of+love&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The Act of Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Howard Jacobson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"British novelist Jacobson is carving out a niche as the chronicler par excellence of warped, obsessive behavior. In Kalooki Nights, obsession with the Holocaust led his characters to unspeakable acts. Now Jacobson writes about obsessive sexual love that translates jealousy into joy. Felix Quinn is so in love with his wife, Marisa, that her affairs with other men become his highest form of fulfillment. He therefore arranges for her to meet the perfect lover. That his plan works, and at the same time causes misery to everyone, is inevitable. Felix's narrative of love and loss is not only twisted but also witty, and the novel is not only literary but also literate-it's peppered with writerly allusions from Herodotus to James Joyce, artistic allusions from Fragonard to Lawrence, and musical allusions from Schubert to the tango."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Andrea Kempf, Johnson Cty. Community Coll. Lib., Overland Park, KS Copyright 2009 Reed Business Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2954851019610089831?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2954851019610089831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2954851019610089831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2954851019610089831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2954851019610089831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/04/act-of-love-by-howard-jacobson-british.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3508464792597810358</id><published>2009-03-31T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:12:11.441-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/images/2008/04/25/festival_of_books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 270px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/images/2008/04/25/festival_of_books.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you know &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/health/healthnews/5070874/Reading-can-help-reduce-stress.html"&gt;reading is a great stress reliever&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A recent study showed that just six minutes of reading can relieve stress by two thirds.  Subjects only needed to read, silently, for six minutes to slow down the heart rate and ease tension in the muscles. In fact it got subjects to stress levels lower than before they started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Come in and see what new releases are on our shelves, as well as old favorites.  All of us can use a little stress relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3508464792597810358?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3508464792597810358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3508464792597810358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3508464792597810358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3508464792597810358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-you-know-reading-is-great-stress.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6788324078089407262</id><published>2009-03-31T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:43:24.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312360405/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 349px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312360405/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1O38E38975250.12674&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%21988052%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=honolulu&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;Honolulu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Alan Brennert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"This sweeping, epic novel follows Jin from her homeland of Korea to a new life on the blossoming Hawaiian Islands. The year is 1914, and Jin is a "picture bride," a sort of mail-order bride to a Korean man living in Hawaii whom she has never met. Not the wealthy husband she was promised, he is a poor laborer who treats her cruelly. Escaping her abusive husband, Jin must make her way in Honolulu, eventually finding love and stability. But as the growth of Hawaii results in racial tension and violence, Jin and her family struggle to adjust. Seeing life through Jin's eyes is a pleasure as she changes from a farm-bound, repressed immigrant girl to an outgoing, educated member of Hawaiian society. Brennert (Moloka'i) weaves the true stories of early Hawaii into his fictional tale, and many of the captivating people Jin encounters are real. His depiction of the effects of the Depression is startling. Let's hope Brennert follows up this second novel with a third and continues to capture this intriguing and little-explored segment of American history in beautifully told stories."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Beth Gibbs, Davidson, NC   Copyright 2009 Reed Business Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6788324078089407262?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6788324078089407262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6788324078089407262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6788324078089407262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6788324078089407262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/honolulu-by-alan-brennert-this-sweeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5501594442871671090</id><published>2009-03-27T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:04:08.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061430206/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061430206/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1F3818728T65A.37468&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21982556%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;The Believers&lt;/a&gt; by Zoe Heller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Heller (What Was She Thinking?: Notes on a Scandal) returns with an engrossing story of a severely dysfunctional New York family struggling to find its place in a quickly changing world. Joel Litvinoff, a famous civil rights lawyer, and his acerbic wife, Audrey, have spent their many years together as political protesters, raising their children with the same radical social consciousness. But when Joel suffers a stroke, the family, never a peaceful unit to begin with, loses what little cohesion it had. Eldest daughter Rosa, who had always mirrored her parents' views, decides to embrace Orthodox Judaism. Her meek and unattractive sister, Karla, a social worker married to a critical, arrogant union man, has an affair. Adopted son Lenny, an addict and ne'er-do-well, decides to sober up and get a job. Audrey remains in contention with all of them, angry that Rosa would stoop to religion, remorselessly picking on Karla's weight, and denigrating Lenny's efforts to remake his life apart from her. Heller writes with insight and honesty about the pain involved in testing one's beliefs and the possibility of growth in the process."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Joy  Humphrey, Pepperdine Univ. Law Lib., Malibu, CA   Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5501594442871671090?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5501594442871671090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5501594442871671090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5501594442871671090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5501594442871671090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/believers-by-zoe-heller-heller-what-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3684706341085117332</id><published>2009-03-21T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:29:12.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1594488576/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=1594488576/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=W23W65D163343.9435&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%21983388%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=book+of+night+women&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;The Book of Night Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Marlon James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Both beautifully written and devastating."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Significant parts of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The Book of  Night Women&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; are, understandably, very difficult to read. Rape, torture,  murder and other dehumanizing acts propel the narrative, never failing to shock  in both their depravity and their humanness. It is this complex intertwining  that makes James's book so disturbing and so eloquent. Writing in the spirit of  Toni Morrison and Alice Walker but in a style all his own, James has conducted  an experiment in how to write the unspeakable—even the unthinkable. And the  results of that experiment are an undeniable success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The New York Times - Kaiama L. Glover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3684706341085117332?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3684706341085117332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3684706341085117332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3684706341085117332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3684706341085117332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/book-of-night-women-by-marlon-james.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1071972069814229826</id><published>2009-03-20T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:58:29.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316013581/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 308px;" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316013581/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1N3759284S9R8.3595&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001%7E%21991853%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=secrets+to+happiness&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1"&gt;Secrets to Happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; by Sarah Dunn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"Like Dunn's heroine in her debut, The Big Love, Holly Frick is brokenhearted and looking for happiness against the backdrop of hectic New York City. Holly believes in doing the right thing. Whether it's a result of her evangelical Christian upbringing or just a generally overactive conscience, the "right thing" includes adopting a dog with a brain tumor and meeting her married friend's paramour because her friend thinks they'll like each other. The assorted cast of supporting characters includes a 22-year-old lover, a skinny girl who finally agrees to date the overweight guy from her gym, and a gay man who has an unhealthy relationship with his attention deficit disorder meds. These characters circle around Holly in an exploration of six degrees of separation as she touches each of them-and they her-in their quests for happiness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Anika Fajardo, Coll. of St. Catherine Lib., St.  Paul, Library Journal Review,   Copyright 2009 Reed Business Information&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1071972069814229826?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1071972069814229826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1071972069814229826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1071972069814229826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1071972069814229826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/secrets-to-happiness-by-sarah-dunn-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1969303280030870661</id><published>2009-03-17T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:01:58.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781934755556/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781934755556/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=123NT12L22390.12848&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!990387~!0&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=devil" aspect="subtab59&amp;amp;menu=" index="'.GW&amp;amp;uindex=" ri="1#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Devil's Gold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Julie Korzenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Korzenko's polished debut, a romantic ecothriller, introduces Dr. Cassidy Lowell, a zoologist working for ZEBRA (Zoological Ecological Biological Research Agency). When the president of New World Petroleum targets Cassidy for refusing to report to OPEC that his company's oil spills haven't devastated West Africa's Niger Delta, Jake Anderson, of ZEBRA's covert Black Stripe team, rescues her from her research camp in the Delta. Back in the U.S., Cassidy investigates the mysterious deaths of wolves in Yellowstone Park, while Jake, posing as a biologist, acts as her bodyguard. The stricken wolves turn out to be infected with a genetic mutation of a virus, CPV-19, created by scientist Edward Fiske, who's horrified to learn his sponsor wants to sell it without an antidote. As the deadly virus jumps from wolf to man, Cassidy and Jake find comfort in their growing mutual attraction."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright 2009 Reed Business Information&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1969303280030870661?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1969303280030870661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1969303280030870661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1969303280030870661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1969303280030870661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/devils-gold-by-julie-korzenko-korzenkos.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5297613110204163411</id><published>2009-03-16T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:39:00.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0307451984/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0307451984/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12368793O10W8.607&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!978770~!0&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=birthday+present&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Birthday Present &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Barbara Vine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Ivor Tesham, a dashing member of Parliament, decides to give his married mistress, Hebe, an unusual birthday gift. He hires two men to kidnap her and transport her, bound and gagged, to their weekend love nest. Everything has been carefully planned-when the kidnappers' car is hit by a truck shortly after the abduction; Hebe and one of the kidnappers are killed, the other one is seriously injured. Ivor fears obsessively that the man will recover and tell the media the truth about his involvement. Vine (The Minotaur) paints a disturbing picture of a man whose dark secret is driving him to the edge of sanity. The setup is a bit slow, but once everything is in place, the tension remains high."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Linda Oliver, MLIS, Colorado Springs Copyright 2009 Reed Business Information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5297613110204163411?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5297613110204163411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5297613110204163411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5297613110204163411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5297613110204163411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-present-by-barbara-vine-ivor.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8403697801409216266</id><published>2009-03-13T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:28:15.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312378776/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312378776/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=U23D9L4779031.1491&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21982967%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;The Tricking of Freya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Christina Sunley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Sunley's debut novel is an intricate family travelogue, based in the present of Icelandic-Canadian life and the half-mythical world of her grandparents' Iceland. Sunley gives narrative reins to the granddaughter of a famous Icelandic poet, young Freya, whose memoir begins with the summer she first meets her mom's family in the Icelandic-Canadian village of Gimli. The bitter tension Freya discovers between her sensible mother and her unpredictable aunt goes deeper than personality differences, apparently tied to Aunt Birdie's role as family history keeper, her insistence that the children learn their Icelandic heritage, Norse mythology and language: "Icelandic words are tricksters. Acrobats. Masters of disguise. Shape-shifters." Equally capricious are Sunley's characters who, over 20 years of family storms and mental illnesses, pull Freya across the globe, landing her more than once in beautiful, beguiling Iceland itself. This grand coming-of-age-novel boasts a dynamic set of characters and a rich bank of cultural and personal lore, making this dark, cold family tale a surprisingly lush experience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Publisher's Weekly Starred Review - Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8403697801409216266?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8403697801409216266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8403697801409216266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8403697801409216266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8403697801409216266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/tricking-of-freya-by-christina-sunley.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-516455828369786529</id><published>2009-03-12T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:52:36.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0307450252/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0307450252/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?menu=search&amp;amp;aspect=basic_search&amp;amp;sort=&amp;amp;npp=20&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;term=angels+of+destruction&amp;amp;aspect=basic_search#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Angels of Destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Keith Donohue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;"After his best-selling debut, The Stolen Child, Donohue has written a second novel about an uncanny child. This time, a mysterious girl named Norah shows up at a doorstep of a lonely old woman in the middle of winter. She takes the girl in, telling the neighborhood that Norah is her granddaughter, the child of the daughter who went missing ten years before. Norah brings happiness to many of the people she meets but disturbs others with her assertion that she is an angel sent to bring a message of destruction. What happened to the missing daughter becomes clear eventually, but other mysteries remain unsolved in this strange and finely written novel. Donohue has a talent for using small details to draw his characters, and the result is a dark and unsettling story that takes hold of the reader."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Jenne Bergstrom, San Diego Cty. Lib. Copyright 2009 Reed Business Information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-516455828369786529?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/516455828369786529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=516455828369786529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/516455828369786529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/516455828369786529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/03/angels-of-destruction-by-keith-donohue.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-652027281461948552</id><published>2009-02-28T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:49:17.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0312427808/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=0312427808/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna&amp;amp;upc=&amp;amp;oclc=" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=123585L4059VB.10500&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=housekeeper+and+the+professor&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0#focus"&gt;The Housekeeper and the Professor&lt;/a&gt; by Yoko Ogawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ogawa (The Diving Pool) weaves a poignant tale of beauty, heart and sorrow in her exquisite new novel. Narrated by the Housekeeper, the characters are known only as the Professor and Root, the Housekeeper's 10-year-old son, nicknamed by the Professor because the shape of his hair and head remind the Professor of the square root symbol. A brilliant mathematician, the Professor was seriously injured in a car accident and his short-term memory only lasts for 80 minutes. He can remember his theorems and favorite baseball players, but the Housekeeper must reintroduce herself every morning, sometimes several times a day. The Professor, who adores Root, is able to connect with the child through baseball, and the Housekeeper learns how to work with him through the memory lapses until they can come together on common ground, at least for 80 minutes. In this gorgeous tale, Ogawa lifts the window shade to allow readers to observe the characters for a short while, then closes the shade. Snyder-who also translated Pool-brings a delicate and precise hand to the translation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="tinyAnchor" href="http://syndetics.com/termsofuse.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-652027281461948552?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/652027281461948552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=652027281461948552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/652027281461948552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/652027281461948552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/02/housekeeper-and-professor-by-yoko-ogawa.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-9148001578560646727</id><published>2009-02-17T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:55:43.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060590314/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060590314/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12348781S396B.7013&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!979943~!0&amp;amp;ri=4&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=christopher+moore&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=4#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Christopher Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;"Here's the Cliff Notes you wished you'd had for King Lear--the mad royal, his devious daughters, rhyming ghosts and a castle full of hot intrigue--in a cheeky and ribald romp that both channels and chides the Bard and "all Fate's bastards." It's 1288, and the king's fool, Pocket, and his dimwit apprentice, Drool, set out to clean up the mess Lear has made of his kingdom, his family and his fortune--only to discover the truth about their own heritage. There's more murder, mayhem, mistaken identities and scene changes than you can remember, but bestselling Moore (You Suck) turns things on their head with an edgy 21st-century perspective that makes the story line as sharp, surly and slick as a game of Grand Theft Auto. Moore confesses he borrows from at least a dozen of the Bard's plays for this buffet of tragedy, comedy and medieval porn action. It's a manic, masterly mix--winning, wild and something today's groundlings will applaud."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-9148001578560646727?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/9148001578560646727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=9148001578560646727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/9148001578560646727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/9148001578560646727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/02/fool-by-christopher-moore-heres-cliff.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-116191723029886654</id><published>2009-02-17T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:50:50.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780345505330/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780345505330/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12348781S396B.7013&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21979462%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Jamie Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Fifth-grade scholarship students and best friends Henry and Keiko are the only Asians in their Seattle elementary school in 1942. Henry is Chinese, Keiko is Japanese, and Pearl Harbor has made all Asians--even those who are American born--targets for abuse. Because Henry's nationalistic father has a deep-seated hatred for Japan, Henry keeps his friendship with and eventual love for Keiko a secret. When Keiko's family is sent to an internment camp in Idaho, Henry vows to wait for her. Forty years later, Henry comes upon an old hotel where the belongings of dozens of displaced Japanese families have turned up in the basement, and his love for Keiko is reborn. In his first novel, award-winning short-story writer Ford expertly nails the sweet innocence of first love, the cruelty of racism, the blindness of patriotism, the astonishing unknowns between parents and their children, and the sadness and satisfaction at the end of a life well lived. The result is a vivid picture of a confusing and critical time in American history."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Joanna M. Burkhardt, Univ. of Rhode Island Lib., Providence Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-116191723029886654?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/116191723029886654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=116191723029886654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/116191723029886654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/116191723029886654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/02/hotel-on-corner-of-bitter-and-sweet-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6449925402752322660</id><published>2009-01-26T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:33:54.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/33560000/33568788.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/33560000/33568788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?menu=search&amp;amp;aspect=basic_search&amp;amp;sort=&amp;amp;npp=20&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;term=little+giant&amp;amp;aspect=basic_search"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Little Giant of Aberdeen County&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Tiffany Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Baker's bangup debut mixes the exuberant eccentricities of John Irving's Garp, Anne Tyler's relationship savvy and the plangent voice of Margaret Atwood. In an upstate New York backwater, Truly, massive from birth, has a bleak existence with her depressed father and her china-doll–like sister, Serena Jane. Truly grows at an astonishing rate—her girth the result of a pituitary gland problem—and after her father dies when Truly is 12, Truly is sloughed off to the Dyersons, a hapless farming family. Her outsize kindness surfaces as she befriends the Dyersons' outcast daughter, Amelia, and later leaves her beloved Dyerson farm to take care of Serena Jane's husband and son after Serena Jane leaves them. Haunting the margins of Truly's story is that of Tabitha Dyerson, a rumored witch whose secrets afford a breathtaking role reversal for Truly. It's got all the earmarks of a hit—infectious and lovable narrator, a dash of magic, an impressive sweep and a heartrending but not treacly family drama."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Publishers Weekly Starred Review&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6449925402752322660?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6449925402752322660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6449925402752322660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6449925402752322660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6449925402752322660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-giant-of-aberdeen-county-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4446486830968651108</id><published>2009-01-13T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:32:15.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1R31892701J68.2751&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21987081%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061673399/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1R31892701J68.2751&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21987081%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;SHELTER ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Juliette Fay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"After Janie LaMarche's husband, Robby, dies in a motorcycle accident, the 38-year-old Pelham, Mass., widow embarks on a year of transformations in Fay's wise and inspirational debut. Going through the bewildering and painful cycle of grief and anger while trying to hold it together for her children—preschooler Dylan and toddler Carly—is no walk in the park. Enter Tug Malinowski, an attractive contractor Robby had hired to build a screened-in porch to surprise Janie. Tug is divorced, childless and attracted to Janie while she's tempted by Fr. Jake Sweeney, who has a secret life of misery and fears casting aside his vow of celibacy. Fay's mingling of Janie's pithy journal excerpts with crisp traditional plotting adds a nice depth to Janie's journey to emotional healing. The concerns of single motherhood after sudden tragedy come vividly to life, and as Janie learns to appreciate everyday miracles, readers will be charmed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4446486830968651108?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4446486830968651108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4446486830968651108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4446486830968651108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4446486830968651108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/01/shelter-me-by-juliette-fay-after-janie.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2107143636622850078</id><published>2009-01-11T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:43:33.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780375401954/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780375401954/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12317AF7Y0187.386&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!969109~!0&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=lark&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;LARK &amp;amp; TERMITE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Jayne Anne Phillips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"In her latest novel, Phillips (Machine Dreams; Motherkind) works with favorite themes in a tale of secrets, family bonds, and the power of love related through multiple perspectives and set during the 1950s. Central to the narrative are a remarkable pair of siblings orphaned by the Korean War. Born the day his soldier father perished in the notorious No Gun Ri massacre, the young boy called Termite possesses unusual perception unnoticed by most observers because of his severe disabilities. His prospects in tiny Winfield, WV, seem dismal, but teenage sister Lark, who adores her little brother, won't give up. She schemes to gain a happy mutual future even while she is pursued romantically by a much older man, threatened with Termite's removal by the state, and endangered by approaching floodwaters. These suspenseful plot elements (including more than a hint of the supernatural) are supported by sensitively rendered characters and finely drawn Appalachian and Asian locales that create a poignant story with broad reader appeal."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Starr E. Smith, Fairfax Cty. P.L., VA Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2107143636622850078?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2107143636622850078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2107143636622850078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2107143636622850078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2107143636622850078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/01/lark-termite-by-jayne-anne-phillips-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1292747770254330669</id><published>2009-01-11T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:39:28.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060393496/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060393496/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1231G5130I7C4.69713&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21952681%7E%211&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;term=hour+i+first+believed&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;view=SUMMARY&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Hour I First Believed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Wally Lamb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Lamb does an extraordinary job narrating some of the most terrifying tragedies of the past 10 years....an epic journey. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grade: A.”--Rocky Mountain News&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;"When forty-seven-year-old high school teacher Caelum Quirk and his younger wife, Maureen, a school nurse, move to Littleton, Colorado, they both get jobs at Columbine High School. In April 1999, Caelum returns home to Three Rivers, Connecticut, to be with his aunt who has just had a stroke. But Maureen finds herself in the school library at Columbine, cowering in a cabinet and expecting to be killed, as two vengeful students go on a carefully premeditated, murderous rampage. Miraculously she survives, but at a cost; she is unable to recover from the trauma. Caelum and Maureen flee Colorado and return to an illusion of safety at the Quirk family farm in Three Rivers. But the effects of chaos are not so easily put right, and further tragedy ensues." "While Maureen fights to regain her sanity, Caelum discovers a cache of old diaries, letters, and newspaper clippings in an upstairs bedroom of his family's house. The colorful and intriguing story they recount spans five generations of Quirk family ancestors, from the Civil War era to Caelum's own troubled childhood. Piece by piece, Caelum reconstructs the lives of the women and men whose legacy he bears. Unimaginable secrets emerge; long-buried fear, anger, guilt, and grief rise to the surface." "As Caelum grapples with unexpected and confounding revelations from the past, he also struggles to fashion a future out of the ashes of tragedy. His personal quest for meaning and faith becomes a mythic journey that is at the same time quintessentially contemporary - and American."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--BOOK JACKET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1292747770254330669?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1292747770254330669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1292747770254330669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1292747770254330669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1292747770254330669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/01/hour-i-first-believed-by-wally-lamb.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6577010145034596680</id><published>2009-01-10T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:28:02.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781400048687/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781400048687/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=J2O1618C64000.66762&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21980594%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fidel's Last Days: A Novel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Roland Merullo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"After two light comedies with spiritual overtones, American Savior (2008) and Breakfast with Buddha (2007), Merullo mines far darker material to construct a powerful tale of modern-day, devastated Cuba and its all but indestructible dictator, Fidel Castro. Ex-CIA agent Carolina Anzar Perez, niece of Roberto Anzar, one of Miami's Cuban-born, anti-Castro expatriates, works for the White Orchid, a secret organization that has masterminded a complex assassination plot aimed at the ever-canny Fidel. In Cuba, Carlos Gutierrez, the minister of health, disaffected from his government, has become a major conspirator in the upcoming attempt. Guarding Fidel is the evil Col. Felix Olochon Marlos (aka the Dentist), head of the dreaded D-7 secret police. The suspense is as thick as an authentic café cubano, and the labyrinthine plot appears to point to a successful conclusion, until Merullo jams the knife in one last time and gives this timely thriller a final, chilling twist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6577010145034596680?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6577010145034596680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6577010145034596680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6577010145034596680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6577010145034596680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/01/fidels-last-days-novel-by-roland.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3145966532848758267</id><published>2009-01-08T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:43:35.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780399155833/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780399155833/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12314721H13A0.41756&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21978367%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Knit Two&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Kate Jacobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;"Continuing the warm-and-fuzzy saga begun in her popular The Friday Night Knitting Club, Jacobs stitches together another winning tale of the New York City knitting circle, more a sisterhood than a hobby group (the irascible Darwin Chiu can't even really knit). In this installment-and it does feel like an installment-readers catch up five years after the unexpected, book-capping death of club leader (and knitting shop owner Georgia Walker. Georgia's 18-year-old Dakota is at NYU, discovering her first love, while her father James and Georgia's best friend Catherine are still coming to terms. The rest of the cast runs a wide gamut of ages and experience, but is easier to follow this time around, as Jacobs is more comfortable giving them more space and backstory. Pregnant, whip-smart professor Darwin and her husband, Dan, are welcoming twins; video director and single mom Lucie is coping with a hyperactive 5-year-old and a failing parent; Georgia's old mentor, the wise Anita, begins questioning her own motives; and everyone's stories cross paths in satisfying, organic ways. A trip to Italy provides some forward motion, and pays off in a charming denouementthat nevertheless pushes a familiar it's-the-journey-not-the-destination message; still, this sequel is as comforting, enveloping and warm as a well-crafted afghan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3145966532848758267?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3145966532848758267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3145966532848758267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3145966532848758267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3145966532848758267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2009/01/knit-two-by-kate-jacobs-continuing-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6624830102635912464</id><published>2008-12-01T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:32:51.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316024488/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316024488/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=122IM80806P46.3315&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21956860%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;The Heretic's Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Kathleen Kent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;"A family's conflict becomes a battle for life and death in this gripping and original first novel based on family history from a descendant of a condemned Salem witch. After a bout of smallpox, 10-year-old Sarah Carrier resumes life with her mother on their family farm in Andover, Mass., dimly aware of a festering dispute between her mother, Martha, and her uncle about the plot of land where they live. The fight takes on a terrifying dimension when reports of supernatural activity in nearby Salem give way to mass hysteria, and Sarah's uncle is the first person to point the finger at Martha. Soon, neighbors struggling to eke out a living and a former indentured servant step forward to name Martha as the source of their woes. Sarah is forced to shoulder an even heavier burden as her mother and brothers are taken to prison to face a jury of young women who claim to have felt their bewitching presence. Sarah's front-row view of the trials and the mayhem that sweeps the close-knit community provides a fresh, bracing and unconventional take on a much-covered episode."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6624830102635912464?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6624830102635912464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6624830102635912464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6624830102635912464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6624830102635912464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/12/heretics-daughter-by-kathleen-kent.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4303245816468419700</id><published>2008-10-22T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:30:15.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780670034826/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780670034826/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780892968053/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780892968053/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November Book Discussions at The Brookfield Library&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=122472W4Y81X1.17283&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;term=three+cups+tea&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.AW&amp;amp;term=&amp;amp;index=.SW&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday, November 20, 2008 at 12:30 p.m. or 7:00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1W24724372W0G.17312&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21784835%7E%211&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;term=vanishing+point&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;view=PUBLISHERS_WEEKLY_REVIEW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vanishing Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Marcia Muller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Monday, November 24, 2007 at 12:30 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Copies of discussion books and registration forms are available at the checkout desk or register by phone 203-775-6241 or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brookfieldlibrary.org/bookdiscussions.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;. For more information contact Katherine Van Leeuwen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4303245816468419700?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4303245816468419700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4303245816468419700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4303245816468419700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4303245816468419700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/10/november-book-discussions-at-brookfield.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8061060185622101280</id><published>2008-10-21T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:52:00.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781932961584/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand" height="229" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781932961584/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=U2243589U9218.20656&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21967548%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=5&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In Hovering Flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Joyce Hinnefeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"In this provocative and page-turning debut novel, Hinnefeld (Tell Me Everything and Other Stories) recounts the life of bird-lover, environmental activist and artist Addie Sturmer Kavanagh. Opening with Addie's death from cancer, and her troublesome dying wish—clear orders for a brazenly illegal burial—Hinnefeld's narrative migrates to Addie's days as a college art student, when she fell in love with birds and with the professor teaching her their biology, Tom Kavanagh. The early years of Addie and Tom's romance follows their birding and collaboration on an environmental, antiwar birding book destined to become a classic. Soon enough, though, the birth of their daughter, Scarlet, along with Addie's growing political and environmental awareness, relegate romance to the back seat. As Addie's creative vision shifts from avian homage to political tirade, the effects of her outspoken eco-outrage on her daughter, husband and two closest girlfriends are predictable but authentic, and at times moving. Hinnefeld's drama soars, especially in its depiction of Addie's complicated relationship with Scarlet, who's also trying to find her wings."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8061060185622101280?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8061060185622101280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8061060185622101280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8061060185622101280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8061060185622101280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-hovering-flight-by-joyce-hinnefeld.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4783173038469143047</id><published>2008-10-18T15:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:49:32.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316113786/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand" height="287" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316113786/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=U2243589U9218.20656&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21933646%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;Say You're One of Them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Uwem Akpan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nigerian-born Jesuit priest Akpan transports the reader into gritty scenes of chaos and fear in his rich debut collection of five long stories set in war-torn Africa. An Ex-mas Feast tells the heartbreaking story of eight-year-old Jigana, a Kenyan boy whose 12-year-old sister, Maisha, works as a prostitute to support her family. Jigana's mother quells the children's hunger by having them sniff glue while they wait for Maisha to earn enough to bring home a holiday meal. In Luxurious Hearses, Jubril, a teenage Muslim, flees the violence in northern Nigeria. Attacked by his own Muslim neighbors, his only way out is on a bus transporting Christians to the south. In Fattening for Gabon, 10-year-old Kotchikpa and his younger sister are sent by their sick parents to live with their uncle, Fofo Kpee, who in turn explains to the children that they are going to live with their prosperous godparents, who, as Kotchikpa pieces together, are actually human traffickers. Akpan's prose is beautiful and his stories are insightful and revealing, made even more harrowing because all the horror—and there is much—is seen through the eyes of children."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4783173038469143047?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4783173038469143047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4783173038469143047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4783173038469143047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4783173038469143047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/10/say-youre-one-of-them-by-uwem-akpan.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5921688173503671633</id><published>2008-10-17T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T15:10:16.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061572937/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand" height="266" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061572937/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=H224270028KS2.14626&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21971674%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;Who By Fire: A Novel&lt;/a&gt; by Diana Spechler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;"In her affecting debut, Spechler raises the question of whether, in rescuing others, we risk ruining ourselves. Thirteen years after the abduction of youngest child Alena at the age of six, the remaining members of the Kellerman family are still deeply damaged by their shared loss. The irresponsible oldest daughter, Bits, seeks out random sexual encounters with near strangers to fill the voids in her life. Son Ash, meanwhile, dabbles in a variety of compulsive behaviors before settling on Orthodox Judaism, cutting himself off from the rest of the family and moving to Jerusalem. The mother, Ellie, enlists the help of a charismatic stranger to help save Ash from what she views as a cult, and when Alena's remains are discovered, Bits determines to bring Ash home for their sister's long-overdue memorial service. Told in alternating chapters by Bits, Ellie and Ash, the narrative is notable in large part for how little these family members actually interact with one another despite the drama that confronts them all. Though the ending is overly tidy, Spechler's debut raises provocative questions about religion, violence and the resilience of families and individuals."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5921688173503671633?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5921688173503671633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5921688173503671633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5921688173503671633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5921688173503671633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/10/who-by-fire-novel-by-diana-spechler-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5942356912130502789</id><published>2008-10-05T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:17:39.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780446407410/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780446407410/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1Q22E7V326000.28136&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21948258%7E%211&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Vicki Myron, with Bret Witter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"One frigid Midwestern winter night in 1988, a ginger kitten was shoved into the after-hours book-return slot at the public library in Spencer, Iowa. And in this tender story, Myron, the library director, tells of the impact the cat, named DeweyReadmore Books, had on the library and its patrons, and on Myron herself. Through her developing relationship with the feline, Myron recounts the economic and social history of Spencer as well as her own success story—despite an alcoholic husband, living on welfare, and health problems ranging from the difficult birth of her daughter, Jodi, to breast cancer. After her divorce, Myron graduated college (the first in her family) and stumbled into a library job. She quickly rose to become director, realizing early on that this was a job I could love for the rest of my life. Dewey, meanwhile, brings disabled children out of their shells, invites businessmen to pet him with one hand while holding the Wall Street Journal with the other, eats rubber bands and becomes a media darling. The book is not only a tribute to a cat—anthropomorphized to a degree that can strain credulity (Dewey plays hide and seek with Myron, can read her thoughts, is mortified by his hair balls)—it's a love letter to libraries."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5942356912130502789?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5942356912130502789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5942356912130502789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5942356912130502789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5942356912130502789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/10/dewey-small-town-library-cat-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-437741448921293516</id><published>2008-10-02T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T15:59:49.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780399155079/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="259" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780399155079/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12I29J6199765.27995&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21956833%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=7&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Confessions of a Contractor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Richard Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"In screenwriter Murphy's breezy debut, Henry Sullivan, a single, in-demand L.A. contractor, can pick and choose his high-end home renovation jobs. Henry's self-imposed rules—don't sleep with clients and don't take on too many projects at once—go out a half-finished window when he falls for two clients at once: Sally Stein, a single and successful purse designer, and Rebecca Paulson, an unhappily married mother of twins who is Sally's former best friend. Why the two women he loves are no longer speaking becomes so intriguing to Henry that he begins to dig for answers while simultaneously finishing (or, rather, attempting to finish) both their houses. How Henry finally solves the mystery is neatly wrapped up at the end of this amusing tour through the perils of poking around in others' intimate spaces."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-437741448921293516?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/437741448921293516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=437741448921293516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/437741448921293516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/437741448921293516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/10/confessions-of-contractor-by-richard.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2576104084339075481</id><published>2008-09-16T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:06:40.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061174223/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="268" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061174223/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1CV1A02430140.10287&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21930754%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Fatal Waltz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Tasha Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;"Set in late 19th-century England, Alexander's third historical (after And Only To Deceive and A Poisoned Season) to feature Lady Emily Ashton begins at a country-house party at which political powerhouse Lord Basil Fortescue is shot and Robert Brandon, his protégé, stands accused of the murder. Emily attends the party with her fiancé, agent of the Crown Colin Hargreaves. While Colin is engaged in uncovering a plot against England, Emily, a close friend of Robert's wife, doesn't hesitate to look for the real killer. When Emily and Colin both wind up in Vienna mingling with anarchists and artists alike, the two are surprised to find how well they work together. Alexander cleverly incorporates historical figures and events into a fictional story of European political intrigue, English society, Viennese culture, and plenty of genteel romantic chemistry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Stacey Hayman, Rocky River P.L., OH Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2576104084339075481?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2576104084339075481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2576104084339075481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2576104084339075481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2576104084339075481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/09/fatal-waltz-by-tasha-alexander-set-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-671726911967867313</id><published>2008-09-13T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:34:14.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781400064755/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand" height="226" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781400064755/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1D21G26Y98281.34251&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!940494~!1&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=american+wife&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;American Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Curtis Sittenfeld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As a portraitist in prose, Sittenfeld never deviates from sympathetic respect for her high-profile subject: she is not Francis Bacon but rather more Norman Rockwell....Curtis Sittenfeld surely did not intend to create, in this mostly amiable, entertaining novel, anything so ambitious — or so presumptuous -- as a political/cultural allegory in the 19th-century mode, yet American Wife might be deconstructed as a parable of America in the years of the second Bush presidency: the "American wife" is in fact the American people, or at least those millions of Americans who voted for a less-than-qualified president in two elections -- the all-forgiving enabler for whom the bromide "love" excuses all."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joyce Carol Oates, The New York Times Book Review&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-671726911967867313?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/671726911967867313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=671726911967867313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/671726911967867313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/671726911967867313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/09/american-wife-by-curtis-sittenfeld-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-7022847077202770309</id><published>2008-09-12T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T15:43:17.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780805088472/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780805088472/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=122NV4814059N.28871&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21948616%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;White Mary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;by Kira Salak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;"A young reporter embarks on a dangerous adventure in Salak's gripping debut novel, a blend of Heart of Darkness and Tomb Raider. Like her protagonist, Marika Vecera, award-winning journalist Salak has traveled solo—and narrowly escaped death—in the world's most remote and terrifying places, including war-torn Congo and the interior of Papua New Guinea. Marika, an ambitious journalist, travels to discover the truth about war correspondent Robert Lewis, who has observed some of the modern world's greatest atrocities. He is believed to have committed suicide, but a letter from a missionary leaves Marika thinking he may still be alive in the wilds of Papua New Guinea. She sets off on her quest, and eventually malaria, ritual murder and arduous trekking through the wilderness lead Marika to some startling discoveries and a pathway out of her own past trauma. While the book can be harrowing (the graphic descriptions of torture are sobering and hard to put out of mind), it offers Marika a redemptive optimism in the face of the worst humanity has to offer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7022847077202770309?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7022847077202770309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7022847077202770309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7022847077202770309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7022847077202770309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/09/white-mary-by-kira-salak-young-reporter.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6598119154103943258</id><published>2008-08-31T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T17:27:34.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780425221792/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780425221792/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=C2202IC207484.39007&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21957354%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Matters of Faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Kristy Kiernan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"In this tense, well-paced novel about belief, Kiernan explores what happens when faith and love test the limits of family fealty. In southwest Florida, college student Marshall Tobias is in search of something to believe in. He thinks he's found God and the woman he's always dreamed of when he falls in love with fundamentalist believer Ada Sparks. But Ada's against medical intervention for illness, and tragedy results when she sets out to help Marshall's 12-year-old sister, Meghan, overcome her life-threatening allergies. Switching points-of-view between Marshall and his mother, Chloe, Kiernan (Catching Genius) movingly portrays a 20-year-old marriage gone flat and torn apart by crisis, a troubled son, a daughter hovering between life and death, and the hard-to-discern boundaries between true faith and unhealthy fanaticism. She handles her difficult material respectfully. Most interesting is her portrayal of the well-meaning traps parents fall into when encouraging open-ended exploration of faith without context, or choosing to remain silent. The thoughtful themes, interesting characters and page-turning drama of this novel will likely make it a book club favorite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6598119154103943258?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6598119154103943258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6598119154103943258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6598119154103943258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6598119154103943258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/matters-of-faith-by-kristy-kiernan-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3095912946045981240</id><published>2008-08-27T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:27:02.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780375425035/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand" height="253" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780375425035/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12198H6C7H406.16451&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21930743%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mind's Eye:  An Inspector Van Veeteren Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Hakan Nesser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;"World-weariness in a detective is well and good—but what if it ends up costing innocent victims their lives? That's the predicament in which Detective Chief Inspector Van Veeteren finds himself in this moodily affecting mystery, the first to appear in Nesser's native Sweden but the third to be published in the U.S. (after The Return and Borkmann's Point). Though the melancholy cop suspects accused killer Janek Mitter is innocent of drowning his new bride during an alcoholic blackout, Van Veeteren opts to focus on such more personally compelling matters as his own ruptured marriage and to let the judicial process run its course—until a second, truly shocking murder boots him and the book into high gear. The suspense intensifies as it becomes apparent that the initial killing was no garden-variety domestic drama but part of a bloody tapestry worthy of Greek tragedy. Even if you guess the book's final twist a bit early, this is a hauntingly powerful tale you won't soon forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3095912946045981240?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3095912946045981240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3095912946045981240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3095912946045981240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3095912946045981240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/minds-eye-inspector-van-veeteren.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-7064086987146583766</id><published>2008-08-25T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:48:14.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312383688/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" height="274" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312383688/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12H969674546X.5124&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21950859%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thanks for Nothing, Nick Maxwell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;by Debbie Carbin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Carbin's brisk, funny first novel records the changes in a shallow, self-centered beauty brought on by a bun in the oven and an unlikely connection with a stranger. After being callous with many hearts, Brit Rachel Covington gets her comeuppance when her interoffice romance with superfoxy Nick Maxwell comes to an abrupt end. While pining for him and experiencing bouts of nausea, moodiness and ravenous hunger, she spies her friend Sarah McCarthy's husband, Glenn, passionately kissing another woman. Rachel also happens upon a lost cellphone and develops a friendship with its owner, charismatic Hector, soon revealed to be Glenn's successful older brother. When Rachel confirms her pregnancy, her decision to only let Hector know strengthens their bond and puts them on the fast track to potential romance, but circumstances prevent the would-be lovebirds from getting together. These are contrived in a necessary chick lit way, but Carbin fashions a convincing transformation for her protagonist. Other genre tropes abound (including the charged climax and Hector's wealth), but Carbin's engaging main character and swaggering sense of humor save the day."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7064086987146583766?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7064086987146583766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7064086987146583766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7064086987146583766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7064086987146583766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-for-nothing-nick-maxwell-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4090290182465990258</id><published>2008-08-20T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:52:12.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780385524940/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand" height="242" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780385524940/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1219265UK7G50.18084&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21940489%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;term=gargoyle&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;view=PUBLISHERS_WEEKLY_REVIEW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Gargoyle: A Novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Andrew Davidson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;"At the start of Davidson's powerful debut, the unnamed narrator, a coke-addled pornographer, drives his car off a mountain road in a part of the country that's never specified. During his painful recovery from horrific burns suffered in the crash, the narrator plots to end his life after his release from the hospital. When a schizophrenic fellow patient, Marianne Engel, begins to visit him and describe her memories of their love affair in medieval Germany, the narrator is at first skeptical, but grows less so. Eventually, he abandons his elaborate suicide plan and envisions a life with Engel, a sculptress specializing in gargoyles. Davidson, in addition to making his flawed protagonist fully sympathetic, blends convincing historical detail with deeply felt emotion in both Engel's recollections of her past life with the narrator and her moving accounts of tragic love. Once launched into this intense tale of unconventional romance, few readers will want to put it down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Publisher's Weekly Review.  Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4090290182465990258?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4090290182465990258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4090290182465990258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4090290182465990258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4090290182465990258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/gargoyle-novel-by-andrew-davidson-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-7820804606808855271</id><published>2008-08-19T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:17:06.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780385340991&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;maxwidth=170"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" height="255" alt="" src="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780385340991&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;maxwidth=170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=M219165O7021P.9450&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;term=guernsey+potato&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The letters comprising this small charming novel begin in 1946, when single, 30-something author Juliet Ashton (nom de plume Izzy Bickerstaff) writes to her publisher to say she is tired of covering the sunny side of war and its aftermath. When Guernsey farmer Dawsey Adams finds Juliet's name in a used book and invites articulate—and not-so-articulate—neighbors to write Juliet with their stories, the book's epistolary circle widens, putting Juliet back in the path of war stories. The occasionally contrived letters jump from incident to incident—including the formation of the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society while Guernsey was under German occupation—and person to person in a manner that feels disjointed. But Juliet's quips are so clever, the Guernsey inhabitants so enchanting and the small acts of heroism so vivid and moving that one forgives the authors (Shaffer died earlier this year) for not being able to settle on a single person or plot. Juliet finds in the letters not just inspiration for her next work, but also for her life—as will readers."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7820804606808855271?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7820804606808855271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7820804606808855271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7820804606808855271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7820804606808855271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-7660139401292943838</id><published>2008-08-04T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T10:02:23.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316067928/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand" height="244" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316067928/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12G78578ML984.1299&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!960617~!1&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=breaking&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you reserved your copy of the latest and last of this incredible series? Or like me, splurged and bought one? I know, this is a teen book, but if you haven't read Stephenie Meyer's romantic series find out why it's just as hot among adult readers. Reserve a copy of the first of the series, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12G78578ML984.1299&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!760460~!12&amp;amp;ri=3&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=twilight&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=3#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;, and enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From Barnes and Noble:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Twilight tempted the imagination. New Moon made readers thirsty for more. Eclipse turned the saga into a worldwide phenomenon. And now, the book that everyone has been waiting for... Breaking Dawn, the final book in the #1 bestselling Twilight Saga, will take your breath away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;According to Stephenie Meyer, the idea for her sensational debut novel, Twilight, came to her in a vividly detailed dream in 2003. Over the course of three months, writing at night when her children were in bed, the young Mormon mother of three developed that dream into the spellbinding story of 17-year-old Bella Swan, who moves from Phoenix, Arizona, to the tiny town of Forks, Washington, and falls in love with a beautiful, mysterious vampire named Edward Cullen. After feverish writing, painstaking editing, and a brief but frustrating round of queries, submissions, and rejections, Meyer finally connected with an editor at Little, Brown who fell in love with the manuscript and signed her to a three-book deal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twilight debuted in October, 2005. An immediate sensation, it appeared on several year-end best books lists and earned its author a rabid cult following among teenage girls. Since then, Meyer has continued Bella and Edward's story in bestselling sequels that have proved equally successful. Young readers cannot get enough of these riveting novels -- a captivating blend of vampires, romance, and suspense -- and parents rest easy knowing the books do not contain the graphic language and sexually provocative material that pervades some YA series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether or not the Twilight Saga proves to have "Harry Potter legs" remains to be seen. Meanwhile, Meyer continues writing. She forayed into adult fiction with 2008's The Host, a chilling science fiction tale about the end of humanity, told from the perspective of an alien invader. And she makes it clear the door is open for further installments in her vampire romance. Clearly, this talented author has many more stories to tell. Good to Know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-7660139401292943838?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/7660139401292943838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=7660139401292943838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7660139401292943838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/7660139401292943838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/08/breaking-dawn-by-stephenie-meyer-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5566055193378793403</id><published>2008-07-14T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:45:30.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316166614/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780316166614/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12R6067722UJ1.6138&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!882093~!0&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=going+gray&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Going Gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Anne Kreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;"To read Anne Kreamer's "Going Gray" is to enjoy that comfortable illusion that you are chatting with a friend. A friend whose confidences are told in a way that's concise, entertaining and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Going Gray" is Kreamer's first book. It developed from a feature she did for More magazine about the process, when she was 49, of letting her hair grow out to show her natural gray after diligently dyeing it from age 25. This visible graying may seem like small potatoes, and she has the grace to acknowledge there are larger issues in life. But Kreamer skillfully uses that experience and its anxieties to explore thoughts about aging and femininity, and these are, of course, the memoir's real hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kreamer also takes an almost girlish, Nancy-Drew-detective approach to examining what other women -- and some men -- think about the cultural pressures and self-images that connect to dyeing hair, especially for midlifers. Although happily married, she wrote an Internet dating profile for herself pretending to be divorced and put it, along with a photograph of herself, on Match.com. At times she used one with dyed hair and at others one with gray locks, to compare how many responses she got. Those of you who, like me, already have a happy vanity about the lively gray streaks in your hair, will be pleased to know she got more approaches with her natural gray look. In addition, Kreamer hired a data-gathering business to conduct a national survey to learn more about attitudes toward graying....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Maud Lavin of the Chicago Tribune&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-5566055193378793403?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/5566055193378793403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=5566055193378793403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5566055193378793403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/5566055193378793403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/going-gray-by-anne-kreamer-to-read-anne.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2742462968977898784</id><published>2008-07-10T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:25:59.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780525950646/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780525950646/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1M15699U1371M.80518&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21930749%7E%211&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sweet Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Sarah Strohmeyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Julie Mueller, an over-40 TV reporter, is finally up for a promotion to the national news, but because youth is favored in her profession over experience, the job might go to her younger coworker. Julie's personal life is as filled with drama as her professional life. Her elderly mother, Elizabeth, tries to undo a past mistake by reuniting Julie with Michael, the man from whom she steered her daughter away 20 years earlier. Elizabeth has arranged for Julie and Michael to attend a series of cooking classes together, and though the two have been feuding for years because of an exposé Julie did on Michael's former boss, when they meet in class, it's clear they still have feelings for each other. Not everything ends happily for Julie as she deals with her mother's failing health, the demands of her teenage daughter, and finding a lump in her breast, but the story ends well enough. This fast-paced novel, Strohmeyer's fourth outside of the Bubbles mystery series, features an accessible protagonist faced at turns with some of the saddest and most lighthearted situations life has to offer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Karen Core, Detroit P.L. Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brookfieldlibrary.org/adultcupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our cupcake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; program!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2742462968977898784?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2742462968977898784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2742462968977898784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2742462968977898784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2742462968977898784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweet-love-by-sarah-strohmeyer-julie.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8254642204770917904</id><published>2008-07-07T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:42:30.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060755782/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand" height="252" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060755782/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=O21544118Y046.5114&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21932098%7E%211&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Jennifer Haigh (Author of Mrs. Kimble)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Haigh's third novel (after Baker Towers) begins and ends with a McKotch family gathering on Cape Cod. When Gwen McKotch is diagnosed with Turner's syndrome, her parents use the diagnosis and the subsequent treatment of her condition as a battleground for their already faltering marriage. Their eventual divorce affects differently each of the three children, impacting their thinking and actions into adulthood. Family interactions are sketchy at best—until Gwen's finding love while on a Caribbean vacation gets everyone talking. The communication results in forgiveness, if not actual understanding, and a surprising reunion back on Cape Cod brings the story full circle. Haigh creates a realistic family dynamic from richly drawn characters, capturing the family members' various expectations of and assumptions about one another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Joanna M. Burkhardt, Univ. of Rhode Island Coll. of Continuing Education Lib., Providence Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Stars from Katherine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8254642204770917904?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8254642204770917904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8254642204770917904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8254642204770917904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8254642204770917904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/condition-by-jennifer-haigh-author-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-2400701184825059794</id><published>2008-07-02T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:17:51.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781573227339/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781573227339/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1V1502N279H68.52305&amp;amp;profile=hdqr&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!663821~!9&amp;amp;ri=5&amp;amp;aspect=subtab47&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=about+a+boy+hornby&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab47&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=5#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;About a Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Nick Hornby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Book to Movie: This is our July discussion--the book discussion will be on Thursday, July 24 at 12:30 or 7:00 p.m. and a movie screening of "About a Boy" will be on Friday, July 25 at 2:00 p.m.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We have copies of the book at the checkout desk, and if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eventkeeper.com/code/ekform.cfm?curOrg=BRKFLD&amp;amp;curApp=events&amp;amp;curRoom=&amp;amp;curMonth=7&amp;amp;curYear=2008&amp;amp;curSKW=&amp;amp;setRef=done&amp;amp;ref=EK&amp;amp;refNote=&amp;amp;tfManualRefresh=NO&amp;amp;tfMultiSelect=false&amp;amp;curSiteCBs=&amp;amp;curID=3522"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;register&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; for one of the discussions, we'll be happy to hold a copy for you. We'll view the movie (rated "Two Thumbs Up" by Siskel and Ebert and "Comedy of the Year" by US Weekly and starring Hugh Grant, Rachel Weisz and Toni Collette) down in the library community room. Come to one or, even better, come to both!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hornby's protaganist is Will Lightman, a perennial guest at life's eternal cocktail party. Due to a happy accident of birth, Will has never had to work; but, as his friends have drifted away into meaningful marriages and careers, he finds himself, at 36, mostly alone, desperately hip, and leading the quintessential unexamined life. Then, a chance affair opens his eyes to a unique opportunity for endless low-emotional-risk liaisons: lonely divorced mothers! Ever resourceful, Will passes himself off as a single father, signs up for the next meeting of Single Parents-Alone Together, then blithely sets out to hold auditions for his next conquest. But things don't turn out exactly as planned. Through a complicated chain of events, Will finds himself the de facto guardian of a peculiar 12-year-old trouble magnet named Marcus, who soon susses out the truth behind Will's rather dodgy secret but cultivates Will for reasons of his own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How these two emotionally stunted misfits learn to build a meaningful relationship makes for an intensely affecting and genuinely comic story. Like its predecessor, this irrepressible joy of a novel synthesizes dead-on cultural references and keen observation of the human condition. Nick Hornby's prose may have an English accent, but his theme is universal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Greg Marrs, Barnes and Noble review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2400701184825059794?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2400701184825059794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2400701184825059794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2400701184825059794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2400701184825059794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-boy-by-nick-hornby-our-july-book.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8978044884602907128</id><published>2008-07-02T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:46:59.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781592642199/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand" height="282" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781592642199/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12150J40M864L.52238&amp;amp;menu=home&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;npp=10&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;source=%7E%21horizon&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;term=misremembered+man&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Misremembered Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Christina McKenna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;"Memoirist McKenna's debut novel—a pastoral, feel-good yarn set in 1974 County Derry—concerns two Irish 40-somethings who meet through a newspaper Lonely Hearts column. Both farmer Jamie McCloone and schoolteacher Lydia Devine have suffered the recent death of a loved one. Jamie's traumatic childhood at a sweatshop run by the nuns from hell precipitates his dependence on Valium and whiskey. Lydia, meanwhile, grew up under the oppressive thumb of her now-dead rector father and—at age 40, still a virgin who has never tasted alcohol—decides it's time to live a little. The pair, of course, are grossly mismatched—she prim and buttoned-down, he a rough-edged rustic—which is underscored repeatedly during their lengthy postal courtship. Comic relief comes from Jamie's neighbors, the McFaddens, who do their best to aid Jamie and lift him from his saturnine moods. McKenna—who's written a memoir, My Mother Wore a Yellow Dress—places a few twists in the narrative, saving the most startling until the close."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8978044884602907128?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8978044884602907128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8978044884602907128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8978044884602907128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8978044884602907128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/07/misremembered-man-by-christina-mckenna.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-5488048187888589125</id><published>2008-06-25T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T08:08:37.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780679456803/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="258" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780679456803/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1214NGP833515.18462&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!930742~!6&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=america+america&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;America America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Ethan Canin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's refreshing -- and almost quaint -- to see someone try to write a Great American Novel in the 21st century. These days, writers are more apt to pursue the Great American Screenplay or the Not-So-Great American Ironic, Postmodern Fiction. But Ethan Canin's sixth book, with its flag-waving title, "America America," is a big, ambitious, old-fashioned, quintessentially American novel about politics, power, ambition, class, ethics and loyalty........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The principal action of "America America" takes place in western New York in 1971-72, when the nation is mired in a losing war in Vietnam and President Nixon is determined to win a second term. It centers on a liberal U.S. senator's run for the Democratic presidential nomination. Sen. Henry Bonwiller of New York is a champion of the workingman with a "deep-held sense of what it was like to be excluded from the bounty of this country." He campaigns on the promise of bringing U.S. troops home........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Among its pleasures, "America America" offers thought-provoking aperçus on journalism and politics, including Corey's debatable observation that "an undifferentiated silt-panning for truth serves the citizenry only slightly better than a crooked disregard for it." 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Liz Spocott, a beautiful young runaway slave, suffers a nasty head wound just before being nabbed by a posse of slave catchers. She falls into a coma, and, when she awakes, she can see the future—from the near-future to Martin Luther King to hip-hop—in her dreams. Liz's visions help her and her fellow slaves escape, but soon there are new dangers on her trail: Patty Cannon and her brutal gang of slave catchers, and a competing slave catcher, nicknamed The Gimp, who has a surprising streak of morality.Liz has some friends, including an older woman who teaches her The Code that guides runaways; a handsome young slave; and a wild inhabitant of the woods and swamps. Kidnappings, gunfights and chases ensue as Liz drifts in and out of her visions, which serve as a thoughtful meditation on the nature of freedom and offer sharp social commentary on contemporary America. McBride hasn't lost his touch: he nails the horrors of slavery as well as he does the power of hope and redemption."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-2520308322039060936?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/2520308322039060936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=2520308322039060936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2520308322039060936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/2520308322039060936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/song-yet-sung-by-james-mcbride-escaped.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8854083096576152773</id><published>2008-06-03T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:32:53.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780374116347/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="266" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780374116347/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12S25348725S6.8811&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21932752%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Tim Winton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"MaineThis slender book packs an emotional wallop. Two thrill-seeking boys, Bruce and Loonie, are young teenagers in smalltown Australia, circa the early 1970s. Their attraction is focused on the water—ponds, rivers, the sea—but they do little more than play around until they fall in with a mysterious, older man named Sando. He recognizes their daredevil wildness and takes it upon himself to teach them to surf. As the boys become more skilled, their exploits become more reckless; narrator Bruce (nicknamed Pikelet) has doubts about where all this is heading, while the aptly named Loonie wants only bigger and bolder thrills. This mix of doubt and desire intensifies when the boys make a discovery about their mentor's past.Surfing isn't the only dangerous game in town. As Sando's attentions and favor flip-flop from one boy to the other, the rivalry between the two, present from the beginning, grows stronger and more sinister. Sando's American wife, Eva, becomes more of a presence, too. She walks with a limp, has plenty of secrets of her own and becomes increasingly involved in Pikelet's life, in ways that even a 15-year-old might recognize as not entirely appropriate........The author of 13 previous books, Winton is well-known in Australia and should be here. He touches upon important themes, of death, life, breathing and its absence, while looking dispassionately upon the relentless pursuit of thrills, pleasure, sex, status: the mundane obsessions of the ordinary and extraordinary alike."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~David Maine, Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8854083096576152773?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8854083096576152773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8854083096576152773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8854083096576152773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8854083096576152773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/breath-by-tim-winton-mainethis-slender.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-293878519106942821</id><published>2008-06-02T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:59:19.719-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780307394958/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand" height="260" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780307394958/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1O12J54344718.15429&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21923355%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;term=skeletons+at+the+feast&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;view=LIBRARY_JOURNAL_REVIEW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Skeletons at the Feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Chris Bohjalian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Based on a real-life World War II diary, Bohjalian's (The Double Bind) 12th novel chronicles the last days of the Nazi regime through the eyes of an unlikely threesome. Anna Emmerich, an 18-year-old Prussian aristocrat, along with her mother and younger brother, is making a desperate attempt to journey west across the Reich out of the path of the advancing Red Army. Callum Finnella, Anna's lover and a Scottish POW who worked on the Emmerich family estate, is also traveling with the family. Uri Singer, a German Jew who escaped from a train bound for Auschwitz, is ironically the group's guardian as they travel through Germany. The novel is immensely readable, but the characters—the Jewish escapee, the heroic Allied soldier, and the beautiful Prussian aristocrat—seem more like archetypes than individuals. However, Bohjalian takes a fresh perspective and details the brutal realities of World War II in a novel that for once does not focus entirely on the Allies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Andrea Y. Griffith, Loma Linda Univ. Libs., CA Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-293878519106942821?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/293878519106942821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=293878519106942821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/293878519106942821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/293878519106942821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/06/skeletons-at-feast-by-chris-bohjalian.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-8916967137588284636</id><published>2008-05-28T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:20:37.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780553805307&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;maxwidth=170"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/cover/?source=9780553805307&amp;amp;height=300&amp;amp;maxwidth=170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=PK12V09258656.67143&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21924849%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=3&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey="&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Searching for Paradise in Parker, PA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;by Kris Radish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Radish's latest warm-fuzzy (after The Sunday List of Dreams) tracks the troubled marriage of Lucky and Addy Lipton. Lucky's Kingdom of Krap—the garage littered with dismantled appliances, an old car and every other project Lucky never finished—has brought Addy nearly to the breaking point in her stale marriage, but it's the last straw when their planned trip to Costa Rica (with its possibilities for romantic rejuvenation) doesn't happen. What ensues is a summer of separation, discovering personal desires and strong female friendships (it is, after all, a Radish book). As the summer gives way to fall, Lucky tries to win his wife back, while Addy is torn between living alone or giving the marriage another go. Girl-power readers will get a kick out of the hokey girl get-togethers, and women will surely connect with Radish's empowered femmes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-8916967137588284636?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/8916967137588284636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=8916967137588284636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8916967137588284636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/8916967137588284636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/searching-for-paradise-in-parker-pa-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3451062335900537424</id><published>2008-05-23T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:01:54.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/8/9780061438578.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="237" alt="" src="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/8/9780061438578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=121156PR56D34.104768&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!939181~!0&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=best+day+of+someone&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Best Day of Someone Else's Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Kerry Reichs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Despite being cursed with a boy's name, Kevin "Vi" Connelly is seriously female and a committed romantic. The affliction hit at the tender age of six when she was handed a basket of flower petals and ensnared by the "marry-tale." The thrill, the attention, the big white dress—it's the Best Day of Your Life, and it's seriously addictive. But at twenty-seven, with a closetful of pricey bridesmaid dresses she'll never wear again, a trunkful of embarrassing memories, and an empty bank account from paying for it all, the illusion of matrimony as the Answer to Everything begins to fray. As her friends' choices don't provide answers, and her family confuses her more, Vi faces off against her eminently untrustworthy boyfriend and the veracity of the BDOYL.&lt;br /&gt;Eleven weddings in eighteen months would send any sane woman either over the edge or scurrying for the altar. But as reality separates from illusion, Vi learns that letting go of someone else's story to write your own may be harder than buying the myth, but just might help her make the right choices for herself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ From Harper Collins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-3451062335900537424?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/3451062335900537424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=3451062335900537424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3451062335900537424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/3451062335900537424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-day-of-someone-elses-life-by-kerry.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4907475703150634818</id><published>2008-05-23T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:21:37.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781585679591/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand" height="249" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9781585679591/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1211PK5688P71.103729&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21941515%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;term=white+rose&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;view=PUBLISHERS_WEEKLY_REVIEW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Rose Rebel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Janet Paisley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"This richly textured historical romance from Scottish poet and short story writer Paisley reimagines the story of Col. Anne Farquharson, a real-life leader in the Jacobite uprising of 1745. When Bonnie Prince Charlie returns to Scotland in an attempt to take the throne, the English naturally seek to suppress his supporters. Aeneas McIntosh, chief of Scots Clan Chatton, reluctantly takes a commission with the English army, believing it the best way to preserve his clan and their land. His younger and far more impetuous wife, Anne, responds by joining with a former lover, Alexander McGillivray, and raising an army in support of the prince's ultimately doomed claim. Aeneas and Anne continues to love and lust after one another, despite their political differences. A complex, passionate love triangle; a realistic look at the horrific consequences of war; and a balanced, satisfying resolution mark Paisley's notable first novel."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4907475703150634818?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4907475703150634818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4907475703150634818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4907475703150634818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4907475703150634818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/white-rose-rebel-by-janet-paisley-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1820980017025699636</id><published>2008-05-21T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T17:22:49.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312379025/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="274" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780312379025/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1211404UB985N.58878&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!930718~!0&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=quiver&amp;amp;index=.T2&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quiver: A Novel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Peter Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"In his debut novel, Leonard (son of crime fiction master Elmore) shows more than a little promise. Katie McCall is a still-grieving widow whose past comes back to hurt her in a bizarre manner. Shortly after her husband is killed by their son in a bow-hunting accident, an ex-boyfriend and a group of thugs show up and set in motion events that will lead to a life-or-death climax. It's impossible not to compare Leonard with his famous father, and there are some similarities. The story is tight, and the descriptions of the Michigan setting ring true, whether it's the Detroit area or further upstate. The pacing is excellent, and the characters all have unique voices. What prevents the book from being outstanding is the stilted dialog, which too often sounds like a written report rather than a conversation you'd expect people to have. Still, this is an excellent debut, and one that many will likely finish in one sitting. Leonard is an author to watch...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Craig Shufelt, Fort McMurray P.L., AL Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1820980017025699636?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1820980017025699636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1820980017025699636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1820980017025699636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1820980017025699636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiver-novel-by-peter-leonard-in-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1828479868195608438</id><published>2008-05-20T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:09:33.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780553805499/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand" height="259" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780553805499/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1211B0D99N296.30165&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21930697%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=3&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;The Sugar Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Sarah Addison Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Allen's second bewitching offering (after Garden Spells) is a candy jar of magical characters and mystical adventures set in an ordinary North Carolina town. At 27, Josey Cirrini is plain and just this side of plump and trying to make up for her legendary childhood temper tantrums by caring for her aging, widowed mother Margaret. Her closet features neatly stacked junk food packages and romance novels, and her life chugs along. But as the book opens, Della Lee Baker, waitress at the local greasy spoon, shows up in Josey's closet, having propped a ladder against the house and climbed silently in overnight. She's hiding from someone or something, and has no intention of leaving anytime soon. Instead, the very direct Della Lee sends Josey on a series and missions and misadventures that encourage our low self-esteem heroine to step outside her box and away from her snack-filled closet. As in Allen's previous work, there's an element of the supernatural (self-help books that literally follow one around; tears that sprout mysterious tropical flowers), and again it works. Words such as sweet, charming and delightful are weak accolades for such a pleasurable book."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1828479868195608438?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1828479868195608438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1828479868195608438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1828479868195608438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1828479868195608438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/sugar-queen-by-sarah-addison-allen.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-6667972742176396513</id><published>2008-05-16T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:30:13.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780446509206/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" height="258" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780446509206/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?profile=brkfld&amp;amp;index=.CN&amp;amp;term=ocn167517515#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt;Scream for Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Karen Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bestseller Rose makes her hardcover debut with this intricately plotted romantic thriller, a sequel to Die for Me (2007). Georgia Bureau of Investigation Special Agent Daniel Vartanian, having recently buried his parents, who were done in by his late serial-killer brother, Simon, looks into a series of killings that appear to copycat the brutal rape and murder of Alicia Tremaine 13 years earlier. In the course of his investigation, Daniel meets Alex Fallon, an attractive nurse who asks him to help locate her hairdresser stepsister, Bailey Crighton, who's mysteriously disappeared. In a twist, Alex turns out to be Alicia's twin sister. The romance between Daniel and Alex intensifies along with the suspense as the body count rises. This chilling novel will leave Rose's fans breathlessly anticipating her next release."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-6667972742176396513?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/6667972742176396513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=6667972742176396513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6667972742176396513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/6667972742176396513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/scream-for-me-by-karen-rose-bestseller.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-1995125620996032770</id><published>2008-05-02T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:04:39.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061491252/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061491252/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1L09733X37343.58101&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21930738%7E%210&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;term=outlander&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=2&amp;amp;view=PUBLISHERS_WEEKLY_REVIEW&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;enhancedcontentdata=true%0A%09%09"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Outlander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Gil Adamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;"Set in 1903, Adamson's compelling debut tells the wintry tale of 19-year-old Mary Boulton ([w]idowed by her own hand) and her frantic odyssey across Idaho and Montana. The details of Boulton's sad past—an unhappy marriage, a dead child, crippling depression—slowly emerge as she reluctantly ventures into the mountains, struggling to put distance between herself and her two vicious brothers-in-law, who track her like prey in retaliation for her killing of their kin. Boulton's journey and ultimate liberation—made all the more captivating by the delirium that runs in the recesses of her mind—speaks to the resilience of the female spirit in the early part of the last century. Lean prose, full-bodied characterization, memorable settings and scenes of hardship all lift this book above the pack."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-1995125620996032770?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/1995125620996032770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=1995125620996032770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1995125620996032770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/1995125620996032770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/05/outlander-by-gil-adamson-set-in-1903.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4504476307259150934</id><published>2008-04-17T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:52:26.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061240270/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand" height="246" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780061240270/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=12GP450L27781.48071&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;view=subscriptionsummary&amp;amp;uri=full=3100001~!930710~!0&amp;amp;ri=1&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;term=belong+to+me&amp;amp;index=.GW&amp;amp;uindex=&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;ri=1#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;Belong to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Marisa de los Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Having met Cornelia Brown in de los Santos's well-reviewed debut, Love Walked In, we now follow her and her oncologist husband, Teo Sandoval, to suburban Philadelphia. Piper Truitt lives across the street with her husband and two young children. She considers herself the arbiter of style and local propriety. Add to the mix waitress Lake and her son, Dev, who is enrolled in a private academy far superior to his previous California public school. From the outset, Cornelia and Piper are traveling down different paths, while Cornelia and Lake seem to hit it off. Go figure? But there is more beneath the surface of these women and their motivations than the lovely locale can mask. Dev thinks he and his mother moved to the area because his long-lost (and unknown to him) father is there. But how do you go about locating someone who's been gone for 13 years? Then Piper becomes caregiver to her longtime friend Elizabeth, diagnosed with cancer, a role that seems more appealing to Piper than wife to Kyle. These family dynamics collide and reconfigure in a variety of ways that readers will find fascinating. De los Santos keeps us totally engaged with these fragile creatures, who get under our skin and, ultimately, into our hearts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~Bette-Lee Fox, Library Journal Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4504476307259150934?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4504476307259150934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4504476307259150934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4504476307259150934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4504476307259150934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/belong-to-me-by-marisa-de-los-santos.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-4622834317944472457</id><published>2008-04-16T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:36:14.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780307265739/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780307265739/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibcat1.biblio.org/ipac20/ipac.jsp?session=1208W99442DP5.44893&amp;amp;profile=brkfld&amp;amp;uri=full%3D3100001%7E%21923122%7E%210&amp;amp;view=items&amp;amp;aspect=subtab59&amp;amp;menu=search&amp;amp;source=~!horizon&amp;amp;ipp=20&amp;amp;spp=20&amp;amp;ri=3&amp;amp;staffonly=&amp;amp;volumekey=#focus"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Unaccustomed Earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; by Jhumpa Lahiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;"Four years after the release of her best-selling novel, The Namesake, the Pulitzer Prize-winning Lahiri returns with her highly anticipated second collection of short stories exploring the inevitable tension brought on by family life. The title story, for example, takes on a young mother nervously hosting her widowed father, who is visiting between trips he takes with a lover he has kept secret from his family. What could have easily been a melodramatic soap opera is instead a meticulously crafted piece that accurately depicts the intricacies of the father-daughter relationship. In a departure from her first book of short stories, Interpreter of Maladies, Lahiri divides this book into two parts, devoting the second half of the book to "Hema and Kaushik," three stories that together tell the story of a young man and woman who meet as children and, by chance, reunite years later halfway around the world. The author's ability to flesh out completely even minor characters in every story, and especially in this trio of stories, is what will keep readers invested in the work until its heartbreaking conclusion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sybil Kollappallil, Library Journal Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728266-4622834317944472457?l=brookfieldreads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/feeds/4622834317944472457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28728266&amp;postID=4622834317944472457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4622834317944472457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28728266/posts/default/4622834317944472457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brookfieldreads.blogspot.com/2008/04/unaccustomed-earth-by-jhumpa-lahiri.html' title=''/><author><name>Katherine Van Leeuwen, Assistant Library Director</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189434035394402854</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-28728266.post-3379019105162825053</id><published>2008-04-09T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:42:22.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060788704/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://www.syndetics.com/index.aspx?type=xw12&amp;amp;isbn=9780060788704/LC.GIF&amp;amp;client=bibna" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/Copyright%20©%20Reed%20Business%20Information,%20a%20division%20of%20Reed%20Elsevier%20Inc.%20All%20rights%20reserved."&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The Outlaw Demon Wails&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Kim Harrison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Red-headed witch Rachel Morgan has a demon after her, but that's just one of her many troubles in this action-packed sixth installment of Harrison's Hollows series (after 2007's For a Few Demons More). A nice guy might be moving into Rachel's town and life, but she's still getting over her last boyfriend, whose murder she has yet to solve. Elf politician Trent Kalamack wants her to go to the ever-after on a dangerous mission. Rynn Cormel, Cincinnati's new master vampire and ex-leader of the free world, is interfering in her life. Her friend, former demon familiar Ceri, is unexpectedly pregnant, by an unexpected partner. On top of all this, Rachel worries she may have had a too close encounter with a vampire and soon becomes concerned about her own abilities with demon magic. With the help of her feisty mother, Alice, and her pixy partner, Jenks, Rachel boldly tackles every challenge amid a cascade of plot twists that will delight Harrison's fans."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Publisher's Weekly, Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. 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