![]() If you're looking for something quick to read, with some interesting fantasy/action moments, give the book a try. ![]() The writing style is clear and concise, if a bit on the simplistic side, and at times, it seems the author just wanted to use obscure terms in place of commonplace words, just to prove that he had an English degree. The book is thankfully short, and the action flows quickly, and there were times when I anxiously awaited what was going to happen next, but they were few and far between, as the book followed a fairly predictable storyline. While I understand it laid the foundation for the numerous following titles in the series, this first entry is no where near as epic as fans would have you believe. ![]() It was a pretty mediocre first person narrative of a generic fantasy land, nothing more, nothing less. On the other hand, it was not nearly as entertaining as I have heard it claimed to be. On one hand, it wasn't as bad as I had heard, the gratuitous sexual material nonexistent and the pervasive chauvinistic themes extremely low-key. ![]() ![]() All I can say is that Tarnsman of Gor was nothing like I expected at all. I eventually broke down and read the first title in the series one night, needing something quick and self contained to sate my fiction appetite. While I have heard of the infamous Gor Series over the years from associates and friends, I had never took the time to actually read one of them, assuming I knew all I needed to know from the gossip I heard. ![]()
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![]() You can get a sense of the shift in mood from our media output: There's Netflix's popular, dystopian reality show " The Circle," in which contestants cynically compete for money using often fake internet personas. ![]() ![]() Once seen as a liberatory technology that would usher in an era of creativity and new connections across the globe, many - from casual Twitter users to professional content creators - have turned on the technology. This year seems to be the tipping point for social media users' feelings about the internet. The thoughts expressed are those of the author. Moskowitz is an author and runs Mental Hellth, a newsletter about capitalism and psychology.
![]() ![]() This book, however, I loved, despite the fact that I felt weary of the genre. You’ll see this if you stick around to read more reviews later this month and next month. ![]() I read a whole lot of them because I was stressed and eventually they all started to feel the same. I have been feeling a little bit burned out on romance novels lately. When Helen and her children arrive in his life and embrace him despite his appearance, Alistair realizes that his world isn’t confined to his castle tower, but that he will indeed have to fight for what he loves. Sir Alistair Monroe is used to children screaming at the sight of his twisted face and can’t imagine venturing outside his castle any time soon, preferring to write his books about nature in solitude. So she flees, with the help of a friend, to a dirty castle in Scotland inhabited only by a taciturn, scarred war veteran. Worse, she knows that if she leaves him, he’ll take her children, Jamie and Abigail, away from her. After eleven years, Helen Carter is sick and tired of being the ignored mistress of the Duke of Lister. ![]() ![]() ![]() So, the entire concept of Hush, Hush is that angels are real. Usually there’s magic, and swords, or some sort of weaponry, and though I never shy away from romance, it’s rarely the focal point of the stories I read. So, let me preface this by saying that Hush, Hush is not my typical reading fare. ![]() But, I promised a book review, and I’m not deferring it for a whole month. Needless to say there wasn’t much discussion happening. Two of us met, and I was the only one who read the book. To say Book Club met last night would be generous. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() In those first weeks I didn’t distinguish between Japanese and Chinese and Korean kids-they were all Orientals to me. Orientals-again, my terminology-were the school’s biggest ethnic group. This was unnerving because many of the Hawaiians were, for junior-high kids, alarmingly large, and the word was that they liked to fight. The “natives,” as I called them, seemed to dislike us particularly. ![]() What was true was that haoles (white people I was one of them) were a tiny and unpopular minority at Kaimuki. We had just moved to Honolulu, I was in the eighth grade, and most of my new schoolmates were “drug addicts, glue sniffers, and hoods”-or so I wrote to a friend back in Los Angeles. Still, Kaimuki Intermediate School was a shock. I had never thought of myself as a sheltered child. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Two weeks earlier, the body of a young woman was found dumped in an identical suitcase. But it’s not the first time she’s seen such a brutal murder… When a battered suitcase containing the dismembered body of a young man washes up on the shore of the river Thames, Detective Erika Foster is shocked. Gripping, tense and impossible to put down, Last Breath will have you on the edge of your seat, racing to the final dramatic page. Erika and her team must get to her before she becomes another dead victim, and, come face to face with a terrifyingly sadistic individual. Then another girl is abducted while waiting for a date. How will Erika catch a murderer who doesn’t seem to exist? Stalking his victims online, the killer is preying on young pretty women using a fake identity. ![]() Dumped in a similar location, both women have identical wounds – a fatal incision to their femoral artery. While she fights to secure her place on the investigation team, Erika can’t help but get involved and quickly finds a link to the unsolved murder of a woman four months earlier. The trouble is, this time, it’s not her case. When the tortured body of a young woman is found in a dumpster, her eyes swollen shut and her clothes soaked with blood, Detective Erika Foster is one of the first at the crime scene. ![]() ![]() Janelle’s debut novel, called “Savage Ecstasy”, was released in the year 1982. She’s also incredibly active with charity work and was featured on the cover of Diabetes Forecast in February of 1998. Janelle likes to read, especially books set prior to 1900 and current Biographies, Horror, Thrillers, or Fantasy novels, is another of her favorite activities. She loves riding horses, fishing, target-shooting, playing chess, taking long walks with her husband, hunting for Indian relics, and traveling (particularly in her motor home and out West). Janelle’s interests include collecting coins and spoons from around the world, dolls, ship models, and old books. She has gone on to make The New York Times Bestseller List eight times and there are 39 million copies of her books in print worldwide. After she sold her second book shortly after, she withdrew out of college in order to become a full time author. In the year 1981, she sold her first book. ![]() In the year 1965, she married Michael Taylor, with whom she has two children Alisha Taylor Thurmond and Angela Taylor-MacIntyre.įrom 1977 to 1979 Janelle attended the Medical College of Georgia and Augusta State University from 1980 until 1981. ![]() ![]() Author Janelle Diane Williams was born in Athens, Georgia on June 28, 1944. ![]() ![]() ![]() Their sails are plain and patched, and had I power over the stars I would have willed them shine a little brighter, that the heavens might be eclipsed by the darkness of the ships as they obstructed the horizon. ![]() They give no cries of war, beat no drums nor blow trumpets of brass or bone. There are three ships, carrying some thirty men apiece, coils of rope set by the prow to bind their slaves oars barely tugging the sea as the wind carries them to shore. They do not burn any lanterns on their decks, but skim across the ocean like tears down a mirror. They come from the north, by the light of the full moon. Teodora is not the first to see the raiders, but she is the first to run. ![]() ![]() Yet much like the tropes of queer literary lust that populate the final half of the novel.even this halting dialogue never feels wholly out of step with Wallace’s psyche, which itself functions in discordant, sometimes off-putting, thrillingly contradictory ways. ![]() The novel’s at times stunted and awkward dialogue.can clash with its often tight, beatific prose. ![]() Taylor proves himself to be a keen observer of the psychology of not just trauma, but its repercussions: how private suffering can ricochet from one person to injure those caught in his path. It is a curious novel to describe, for much of the plot involves excavating the profound from the mundane. a novel that probes - painstakingly, with the same microscopic precision its protagonist uses in the lab - the ways that an anxious queer black brain is mutated by the legacies of growing up in a society.where the body that houses it is not welcome. ![]() In Taylor’s stunning debut, Real Life, quiet diligence toward one’s goals mutates into a spiral that leaves the mind and body bruised as if survivors of a psychic war zone. ![]() ![]() But she was puzzled when the pastor identified himself as a “hopeful agnostic” at the first meeting. Soon, the pastor invited Alisa and some other church members to a special class he said would give them the equivalent of a seminary degree.įor Childers, who was a new mother and didn’t have a college degree, the class seemed like a great chance to stretch her mind. After her singing career ended, she and her husband joined a church they both liked. I enjoyed listening to her and decided I would buy her book as soon as it became available.Īlisa Childers was raised by caring Christian parents, was a member of the CCM band ZOEgirl, and loved Christ and the Bible. I first learned about Alisa Childers when I listened to her speak on The One Minute Apologist Podcast. ![]() The subtitle reads, “A lifelong Christian seeks truth in response to progressive Christianity.” Is the Gospel as taught by the apostles just as true today, or does Christianity need an update? This is the question addressed by a book released this month, titled Another Gospel?, written by Alisa Childers. ![]() |