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Nothing inspires fear in the hearts of readers quite the way poetry can. The hoary literary category is something most of us attend to only in school. But this holiday season, poetry gets a lift from the literature lovers at Sourcebooks, who have designed a beguiling gift around the most overlooked genre in the publishing industry. Poetry Speaks, a trio of audio CDs accompanied by an impressive anthology, offers a star-studded lineup of authors reading their own classic poems aloud. Hear the prize winners and the poet laureates, the writers who nursed their verse to near-perfection modernists like T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound; confessionalists Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton and Robert Lowell. Beginning with Alfred, Lord Tennyson, whose 1888 reading from "The Charge of the Light Brigade" is offered here on audio for the first time, Poetry Speaks spans more than a century and presents the recordings of 42 writers, including Edna St. Vincent Millay’s crisp, prim delivery of "I Shall Forget You" and a sonorous reading of "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" from William Butler Yeats. Crackling with age, Walt Whitman’s recitation from "America" is ghostly, and T. S. Eliot’s alert to his audience as he prepares to read "Prufrock" is priceless: "I must warn you, it takes a little time always to warm up the engine." The Poetry Speaks companion volume includes photos of the writers and selections of their work. Billy Collins, Seamus Heaney, Mark Strand and other luminaries contributed biographies and essays on each author. From symbolism to imagism, free verse to blank verse, Poetry Speaks offers a quick literary fix to those who’d rather listen than read.

Gorey details One of the most singular figures in American letters is celebrated in Ascending Peculiarity: Edward Gorey on Edward Gorey, which collects a quarter-century’s worth of interviews with the inimitable artist and author, who died last year. Organized chronologically and drawn from sources like The New York Times and The New Yorker, these pieces reveal their subject’s wide-ranging tastes and unmatchable intellect. Gorey, who had no formal art training, attended Harvard in the 1940s. He eventually wound up in New York, where launching a 40-year literary career he devised the demise of many an innocent in wonderfully whimsical, slightly disturbing books like The Gashlycrumb Tinies ("K is for Kate who was struck with an ax, L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks," so the story goes) and The Chinese Obelisks. Gorey’s trademarks the furtive figures, the violence set to verse initially gave him a cult following until he gained the wider audience he deserved. Over the course of countless books, he did for cats what James Thurber did for canines. His lanky dancers jetŽd their way across the pages of a ballet book called The Lavender Leotard. In Ascending Pecularity, he discusses his influences the choreography of Balanchine, the paintings of Balthus, the stories of Borges an artistic assimilation that fed his singular style. With abundant photos of the artist as well as samples of his work, Ascending Pecularity reveals what made Gorey, the ultimate eccentric, tick.

A medieval classic It’s no surprise that one of Gorey’s favorite reads was the 11th century Japanese classic The Tale of Genji. (He frequently named his cats after the story’s characters.) Considered by many to be the world’s first novel, Genji, a narrative of intrigue, romance and manners set in medieval Japan, remains a hallmark of world literature more than 1,000 years after its debut. Written by Lady Murasaki Shikibu, a Japanese courtier, the novel follows the beautiful prince Genji through a series of stormy love affairs and risky political ventures, introducing along the way a large cast of characters, both good and evil. The story spans 75 years and given the fiery nature of its protagonist contains plot twists aplenty. Royall Tyler’s fresh, lyrical translation of the novel, heralded as a literary event comparable to Seamus Heaney’s Beowulf, sets a new standard for approaching the narrative. Tyler, a renowned Japanese scholar, compiled glossaries, notes and a list of characters for this distinctive, two-volume boxed edition. Delicately illustrated with black-and-white reproductions from medieval scrolls and texts, this new, world-class version of Genji brings ancient Asian culture to life the way few literary works can. Truly a timeless tale.

Nothing inspires fear in the hearts of readers quite the way poetry can. The hoary literary category is something most of us attend to only in school. But this holiday season, poetry gets a lift from the literature lovers at Sourcebooks, who have designed a…

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Nothing inspires fear in the hearts of readers quite the way poetry can. The hoary literary category is something most of us attend to only in school. But this holiday season, poetry gets a lift from the literature lovers at Sourcebooks, who have designed a beguiling gift around the most overlooked genre in the publishing industry. Poetry Speaks, a trio of audio CDs accompanied by an impressive anthology, offers a star-studded lineup of authors reading their own classic poems aloud. Hear the prize winners and the poet laureates, the writers who nursed their verse to near-perfection modernists like T. S. Eliot and Ezra Pound; confessionalists Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton and Robert Lowell. Beginning with Alfred, Lord Tennyson, whose 1888 reading from "The Charge of the Light Brigade" is offered here on audio for the first time, Poetry Speaks spans more than a century and presents the recordings of 42 writers, including Edna St. Vincent Millay’s crisp, prim delivery of "I Shall Forget You" and a sonorous reading of "The Lake Isle of Innisfree" from William Butler Yeats. Crackling with age, Walt Whitman’s recitation from "America" is ghostly, and T. S. Eliot’s alert to his audience as he prepares to read "Prufrock" is priceless: "I must warn you, it takes a little time always to warm up the engine." The Poetry Speaks companion volume includes photos of the writers and selections of their work. Billy Collins, Seamus Heaney, Mark Strand and other luminaries contributed biographies and essays on each author. From symbolism to imagism, free verse to blank verse, Poetry Speaks offers a quick literary fix to those who’d rather listen than read.

Gorey details One of the most singular figures in American letters is celebrated in Ascending Peculiarity: Edward Gorey on Edward Gorey, which collects a quarter-century’s worth of interviews with the inimitable artist and author, who died last year. Organized chronologically and drawn from sources like The New York Times and The New Yorker, these pieces reveal their subject’s wide-ranging tastes and unmatchable intellect. Gorey, who had no formal art training, attended Harvard in the 1940s. He eventually wound up in New York, where launching a 40-year literary career he devised the demise of many an innocent in wonderfully whimsical, slightly disturbing books like The Gashlycrumb Tinies ("K is for Kate who was struck with an ax, L is for Leo who swallowed some tacks," so the story goes) and The Chinese Obelisks. Gorey’s trademarks the furtive figures, the violence set to verse initially gave him a cult following until he gained the wider audience he deserved. Over the course of countless books, he did for cats what James Thurber did for canines. His lanky dancers jetŽd their way across the pages of a ballet book called The Lavender Leotard. In Ascending Pecularity, he discusses his influences the choreography of Balanchine, the paintings of Balthus, the stories of Borges an artistic assimilation that fed his singular style. With abundant photos of the artist as well as samples of his work, Ascending Pecularity reveals what made Gorey, the ultimate eccentric, tick.

A medieval classic It’s no surprise that one of Gorey’s favorite reads was the 11th century Japanese classic The Tale of Genji. (He frequently named his cats after the story’s characters.) Considered by many to be the world’s first novel, Genji, a narrative of intrigue, romance and manners set in medieval Japan, remains a hallmark of world literature more than 1,000 years after its debut. Written by Lady Murasaki Shikibu, a Japanese courtier, the novel follows the beautiful prince Genji through a series of stormy love affairs and risky political ventures, introducing along the way a large cast of characters, both good and evil. The story spans 75 years and given the fiery nature of its protagonist contains plot twists aplenty. Royall Tyler’s fresh, lyrical translation of the novel, heralded as a literary event comparable to Seamus Heaney’s Beowulf, sets a new standard for approaching the narrative. Tyler, a renowned Japanese scholar, compiled glossaries, notes and a list of characters for this distinctive, two-volume boxed edition. Delicately illustrated with black-and-white reproductions from medieval scrolls and texts, this new, world-class version of Genji brings ancient Asian culture to life the way few literary works can. Truly a timeless tale.

 

Nothing inspires fear in the hearts of readers quite the way poetry can. The hoary literary category is something most of us attend to only in school. But this holiday season, poetry gets a lift from the literature lovers at Sourcebooks, who have designed a…

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<B>A mother’s balancing act</B> Toward the end of writing <B>Dispatches from a Not-So-Perfect Life</B>, a process that took three years, my deadline got unexpectedly moved up. It became clear that I would have to drop everything in order to finish on time. I couldn’t stop my job teaching writing to Duke students because it was mid-semester, and I needed the paycheck. But I figured I could pretty much take a hiatus from everything else for two months. My back was against the wall, and my husband, an utterly generous man, agreed to take over the lion’s share of housework and childcare for our two sons, ages five and eight.

Up until that point, I’d written the way most writers do: stealing time from job, family and sleep in order to write. My book, in fact, is about precisely these negotiations and hard calls. It features a woman my narrative self who is ambitious in several conflicting arenas that all take time and can’t easily be multi-tasked. In order to finish this book, I would have to temporarily live a different life. Lucky for me, Duke’s spring break fell during the two months when I needed it most. My students were headed to Fort Lauderdale to sunbathe, drink margaritas and have bad sexual encounters. (I knew these details from the short stories they wrote each semester when they came back.) I had different plans, though I was going to a writers’ retreat.

At the retreat, I worked incredibly hard: 12 to 15 hours a day. Still, I had a lovely room with a gorgeous garden view. I got to make my own tea exactly when I wanted it. If I took a walk behind the ex-mansion that housed the retreat, I often saw people riding horses. When I got back, kind friends empathized. <I>You must be exhausted. Are you working all the time? Are you sleeping? Don’t worry, it will be over soon, and then you can relax.</I> Should I tell them the truth that writing 15 hours a day was way easier than my regular life? Should I tell them about the horses? Of course I should.

"Actually," I said, "I’m doing really well. It’s Duncan who’s bearing the brunt of things." Quite frankly, my husband Duncan looked like hell when I returned. I hated to see him so ragged. His face reminded me of the faces of mothers I saw in the park when my children were babies and toddlers: pinched, exhausted, always checking their watches <I>how much longer will this day go on?</I> I couldn’t see my own face at the time, but I knew it looked the same. While I was gone for 12 days, Duncan did what millions of women do each day as routine: work a job and single-handedly run a household with young kids. It was hard work, much of it invisible to the larger world.

<I>Dispatches</I> actually features a chapter in which I detail my anger at Duncan for not doing what I perceived to be enough domestic work prior to 2000. He left it to me, I felt, without seeing all that was there. Yet here he was, three years later, doing everything so I could finish this same book. That irony didn’t escape me or Duncan.

I wrote <I>Dispatches</I> because most of the women I know are exhausted, and whether or not they have husbands, they’re doing the large majority of work at home. And yet they feel guilty for not doing enough. I wanted to give voice to this exhaustion and guilt in the hope that my readers might recognize themselves and feel entitled to a small break.

My own break the only one I felt justified in taking happened because Random House pushed my deadline forward. Not to imply that writing a book, even with a lovely view, is easy. In my experience, writing is always hard work. That’s what I teach my students; it’s what I know to be true myself. Still, I told my sister that I allowed myself to do things at the retreat I never did in normal life: take long baths instead of lickety-split showers, eat whenever I was hungry, do yoga stretches at night. "I want you to be able to do those things for yourself without a book deadline," she replied.

"That’s what I want for every woman," I said.

How do we get there? Because I’m a writer, I have to say that the first step involves telling the truth about what our lives actually look like. I was fortunate enough to temporarily leave my regular life in order to reflect on it, briefly, from a more peaceful point of view. <I>Faulkner Fox is the author of </I>Dispatches from a Not-So-Perfect Life: Or How I Learned to Love the House, the Man, the Child. <I>For more information, visit www.faulknerfox.com.</I>

<B>A mother's balancing act</B> Toward the end of writing <B>Dispatches from a Not-So-Perfect Life</B>, a process that took three years, my deadline got unexpectedly moved up. It became clear that I would have to drop everything in order to finish on time. I couldn't stop…

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It is 1929 in New Orleans, and Raziela Nolan is in love. Smart, beautiful and fiercely determined, Raziela has found her match in Andrew O’Connell, a promising young law student. But then a freak accident causes her death. In the split second a soul has to pick its post-mortal path, Raziela can’t bear to leave Andrew behind and her spirit is unable to find its way to the afterlife. Instead, it gets stuck in the “between” a level that exists between life and the world that follows.

Forbidden by the laws of the realm to haunt her loved ones, Raziela finds herself drawn 70 years after her death to a young couple just starting their lives together. Upon moving into their house, Raziela unearths the tragedy in their past and, in the process of coming to terms with her own death, does what she can to heal the broken hearts of those she haunts.The Mercy of Thin Air, surprising connections surface between the tales. Delicately avoiding veering into science-fiction territory, Domingue approaches this ghostly world with a blunt tone that leads readers to instantly accept it as fact. “The day I die, I glance at Daddy’s newspaper before I leave the house,” Raziela states painfully plainly.

Notice the tense in that sentence, as this deft rhetorical trick is truly the source of the novel’s pulse. The contemporary portion of the story is written in the past tense, yet Raziela narrates the events of her own life in present tense. By doing so, Domingue adroitly paints Raziela not as an omniscient spirit, but as what she truly is: a young girl coming to terms with her abruptly truncated life.

Tracking an extraordinary love affair over nearly three-quarters of a century, The Mercy of Thin Air is a testament to the power of a love so strong it knows no bounds, even the seeming finality of death. Iris Blasi is a writer in New York City.

It is 1929 in New Orleans, and Raziela Nolan is in love. Smart, beautiful and fiercely determined, Raziela has found her match in Andrew O'Connell, a promising young law student. But then a freak accident causes her death. In the split second a soul has…
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Yearly each December, Christmas trees appear in malls and offices, and tree sales spring up on lots and street corners across the nation. It’s just not Christmas in the U.S. without Christmas trees. Like many American customs, the Christmas tree tradition traveled from across the ocean to our shores. Author Rick Osborne set out to discover the origin of the Christmas tree and its connection to the essential Christmas story. The result is his most recent book, The Legend of the Christmas Tree.

Osborne might well have wondered about Christmas trees. He and his family live in Vancouver, British Columbia, near the heart of the evergreen industry. During a long airplane trip, his thoughts turned to the following sequence: God’s gift of life, humankind’s fall into sin and Christ’s sacrifice to restore the wonderful relationship between God and man. Osborne began to see that the decorated tree represented joyous celebration in a much deeper way than merely exchanging presents. He decided his story would portray a family selecting a tree and sharing the decorating activity in other words, the family of God in celebration of His one great gift.

Much of the historical content in the story comes from a "grandfatherly man" at the tree farm where the family makes their purchase. He has three large, perfect trees set up in stands, each decorated differently. The old man tells the family three stories: how over a thousand years ago the monk Boniface had used the tree to describe the nature of God, how trees had been decorated in the Middle Ages with apples and bread twists to tell the story of Adam and Eve, and how Martin Luther used a tree decorated with candles to tell his children the story of the birth of Jesus.

When the family in The Legend of the Christmas Tree makes their piney purchase, they receive one more gift from the storyteller a small silver box. That gift is revealed at the book’s end, putting the finishing touch on this tale of a Christmas celebration. It’s a story Osborne hopes will help families understand how their Christmas tree brings true meaning to the celebration of the season.

Etta Wilson is a children’s book enthusiast in Brentwood, Tennessee.

Yearly each December, Christmas trees appear in malls and offices, and tree sales spring up on lots and street corners across the nation. It's just not Christmas in the U.S. without Christmas trees. Like many American customs, the Christmas tree tradition traveled from across the…

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Make your holiday extra jolly with two old-fashioned Christmas tales that are just right for tucking under the tree. A Christmas Stocking Story is a simple but fun rhyming tale from Hilary Knight, the renowned illustrator of the Eloise books. First published in 1963, this classic story has been updated by the author with enlarged, full-color pictures. In this volume, eight friends Stork, Hippo, Lion, Fish, Elephant, Snake, Fox and Bug prepare for the holiday by hanging up their worn-out stockings for Santa. On Christmas morning, however, the gang is disappointed by what Saint Nick has left. It’s an odd assortment indeed: four lace mittens, a knitted sleeve, a tiny towel, a comb and brush, diamond rings, hay and toenail clippers. But when the menagerie decides to switch gifts among themselves, they all get what they want. Stork wears the knitted sleeve on his throat, which is prone to infections, while Fish loves the tiny towel, and Elephant adores his hay.

The real delights in this book are Knight’s whimsical illustrations, which are full of energy and reminiscent of Dr. Seuss’ Whoville in How the Grinch Stole Christmas. One spread shows Santa tiptoeing through the snow, visiting each of the critters’ little dwellings, where they’re tucked in cozily. This is a quick, fun read, perfect for those nights before the holidays when everyone is exhausted from so many activities.

Make your holiday extra jolly with two old-fashioned Christmas tales that are just right for tucking under the tree. A Christmas Stocking Story is a simple but fun rhyming tale from Hilary Knight, the renowned illustrator of the Eloise books. First published in 1963, this…
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Welcome to beautiful Bareneed. For as long as anyone can remember, this village has been like many other secluded seaport communities in Newfoundland. Other than a few minor problems caused by the town’s steadily declining fishing industry, little has disturbed Bareneed’s idyllic existence.

Hoping to return to his childhood hometown’s tranquility, Joseph Blackwood and Robin, his eight-year-old daughter, visit Bareneed. Living in a historic house overlooking the once-bountiful ocean, father and daughter will try to heal some of the emotional wounds they have each suffered during the recent separation of Joseph and his estranged wife Kim. However, something terribly strange is happening in Bareneed. Many of the townspeople are suddenly having mysterious and deadly respiratory problems; doctors can find no medical explanation for what threatens to become an apparently unpreventable epidemic. Then, to make matters worse, the nearby ocean, no longer yielding its formerly plentiful supply of cod, is instead quite inexplicably disgorging dozens of bodies dressed in all sorts of curious clothing. Surprisingly, young Robin is the one person who may possess the keys to solving the ever-growing list of Bareneed’s darkly sinister mysteries.

Canadian author Kenneth J. Harvey’s gothic novel is a beautifully haunting parable of love and loss, as well as survival and mortality. Harvey’s readers might be reminded of works from H.P. Lovecraft, Stephen King and Gabriel Garc’a-M‡rquez, but Harvey brings uniquely imaginative storytelling skill to this wickedly allegorical tale about the effects of culture and history upon communities and families. On one level, this novel’s powerful thematic significance will linger for a long time. But on another level, it will frighten readers so much that they may never turn out the lights! Tim Davis teaches literature at the University of West Florida.

Welcome to beautiful Bareneed. For as long as anyone can remember, this village has been like many other secluded seaport communities in Newfoundland. Other than a few minor problems caused by the town's steadily declining fishing industry, little has disturbed Bareneed's idyllic existence.

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Young Cosmo lives at 29 Luna Lane, wears moon pajamas, has a moon nightlight, and sleeps in a bedroom adorned with moons and stars. In the fanciful new picture book, Cosmo’s Moon, the moon turns out to be the boy’s best friend. In fact, Cosmo tells the moon everything, and the planet always listens. Lately, the moon has even been following him around. Eventually, the boy’s father notices, saying, “Where in the world is the sun? The moon seems to be out at the oddest times lately.” Others notice too, and soon three zany but official-looking astronomers arrive on Cosmo’s doorstep, hoping he can somehow remedy the strange situation. Because the moon is now out all the time, the ocean’s tides are confused, the morning glories never bloom, and dogs howl constantly. Cosmo announces that he’ll simply talk to the moon. The astronomers laugh at his plan, but it works. The moon says that he likes Cosmo because he is a good, kind boy. He follows Cosmo everywhere because he wants him to be happy all the time. But the pair wisely decide that constant companionship may not be the best solution, and that “never saying goodbye means you never get to say hello.” The moon faithfully promises to wait for Cosmo every night, thus returning the tides, flowers and howling dogs to normal. Devin Scillian (also the author of A Is for America) has not only written a sweet story, he has written a tale that’s perfect for anyone needing to teach a young child about the sadness of departures and the joy of returns. Mark Braught’s illustrations bring the moon to life as a benevolent, smiling being. His combination of color illustrations and black-and-white drawings works well with the book’s themes of day and night. Truly an imaginative tale, Cosmo’s Moon is perfect for bedtime and likely to be cherished (and even believed) by many young moon-gazers. Alice Cary writes from Groton, Massachusetts.

Young Cosmo lives at 29 Luna Lane, wears moon pajamas, has a moon nightlight, and sleeps in a bedroom adorned with moons and stars. In the fanciful new picture book, Cosmo's Moon, the moon turns out to be the boy's best friend. In fact, Cosmo…
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It’s been a long time since a story has moved me to tears. With Walk Across the Sea, Susan Fletcher has written a tale about 1886 California, the prejudice against the Chinese and a 13-year-old girl’s friendship with a "heathen" China Boy a relationship that develops after he saves her goat from a "sneaker wave" that threatens to wash both Eliza and the animal out to sea.

But the story is about so much more. Eliza lives with her parents on an island reached by an isthmus that can be crossed only at low tide. Her father is the lighthouse keeper. When her mother miscarries and must be hospitalized, Eliza begins to question God’s goodness. She wrestles with moral questions as she watches the Chinese get evicted from her town. She wonders what part God plays in punishing us for our sins: "What if God wasn’t keeping an account of good and evil things? What if he just didn’t care?"

In dealing with her anger at the injustice of her townsfolk and coming to terms with her sister’s death, Eliza searches the Bible: "I was looking for passages . . . about how all men are brothers. I was looking for answers."

Eventually, Eliza finds the strength to defy her father, as she harbors the China Boy, Wah Chung, in her family’s shed and tries to help him. A terrible storm, a secret and Eliza’s fierce determination to do what is right bring the novel to a satisfying end. Eliza realizes that "Nothing was safe, not in the whole of this wide world," and yet there are miracles and love "and glories well beyond our knowing." Eliza’s voice is totally believable, her spunk admirable. Fletcher tackles difficult themes with a sure hand and doesn’t flinch from what is hard to face in death . . . and life. Her deft use of period language and detail make this historical book unforgettable. There is beauty in her words and in the "secret worlds" she reveals. Walk Across the Sea is a grand read, a story that opens its arms to the mysteries of the world and the yearnings of the human heart.

Deborah Wiles’ first two books for children, Freedom Summer and Love, Ruby Lavender, were published this spring.

 

It's been a long time since a story has moved me to tears. With Walk Across the Sea, Susan Fletcher has written a tale about 1886 California, the prejudice against the Chinese and a 13-year-old girl's friendship with a "heathen" China Boy a relationship that…

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In Nick Bantock’s best-selling trilogy (Griffin & Sabine, Sabine’s Notebook and The Golden Mean) we met an unusual couple, Griffin and Sabine. The duo was introduced to readers through intimate postcards and envelopes filled with letters that could be pulled out and read. Griffin Moss was a talented London postcard artist, lonely and cut off from the world. Sabine Strohem was an extraordinary woman from the Sicmon Islands with the ability to "see" Griffin’s artwork as he created it. The reader became a voyeur through the thrillingly forbidden act of reading someone else’s mail. Yet, however revealing their letters, Griffin and Sabine remained a mystery. Were they a real couple attempting to meet for the first time or the polar aspects of one person trying to reconcile?

Now, in the same delicious format, The Gryphon arrives as the first installment of a new trilogy in which Bantock broadens the tapestry. Correspondence flies between four people as Griffin and Sabine reach out to a new couple for help.

In Egypt, as Matthew Sedon works through an archeological dig, he receives a cryptic correspondence from Sabine tantalizing him with a familiarity of which he has no recollection. After a few correspondences, she asks a favor of him. The fulfillment of that favor introduces Matthew to the affair between Griffin and Sabine. But, is it real or an elaborate hoax?

In Paris, Matthew’s girlfriend, Isabella de Reims, is having what she calls "waking dreams" in which she watches unbelievable landscapes and creatures worthy of mythological fame. As Matthew attempts to unravel the mystery, a frightening connection between Isabella’s visions and this strange couple begins to manifest itself. The journey to discovery leads Matthew and Isabella into a realm that will test their belief in themselves and in Griffin and Sabine. This beautifully illustrated volume would make an enchanting gift choice for any mystery lover or voyeur on your holiday shopping list.

 

In Nick Bantock's best-selling trilogy (Griffin & Sabine, Sabine's Notebook and The Golden Mean) we met an unusual couple, Griffin and Sabine. The duo was introduced to readers through intimate postcards and envelopes filled with letters that could be pulled out and read. Griffin Moss…

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Meg Finn is dead, and she doesn’t like it one bit! As a troubled teenager, she took her first steps onto a road of crime, and the results proved fatal. But now, on her way to the land of eternal flames, she has a stroke of luck. Saint Peter has discovered that she is one in a million: her balance sheet is totally even she’s done the same amount of good in her life as bad, and the only fair course of action is to send her back down to earth for a short time so that her fate can be decided, either up or down.

This is the premise of Eoin Colfer’s wickedly funny new novel, The Wish List. The creator of the wildly successful, best-selling Artemis Fowl series, Colfer scores again with this warm and charming book about Meg, who, over the course of the narrative, becomes something of an apprentice ghost, a spirit trying to balance the angel and the devil within her. To make it to the Pearly Gates, she will have to help a crotchety old man named Lowrie McCall the same man she tried to rob before she was killed but she has a limited amount of time in which to do it. To make matters worse, her partner in crime, the also deceased and aptly named Belch, has been assigned the task of thwarting her plans. With the help of a little cyber-demon named Elph, he’s hot on Meg’s trail as she tries to help Lowrie get rid of a few demons of his own.

Full of Colfer’s trademark wit and insightful observations on society and culture, The Wish List grabs the reader quickly and won’t let go. The narrative is told with a kid’s-eye-view of a world that isn’t always kid-friendly. From Saint Peter’s cell-phone conversations with secondary demon Beelzebub to Lucifer’s steady stream of Oscar-winning actress secretaries, the author creates a whimsical world readers of all ages will appreciate. No doubt about it there are plenty of laughs to be had in The Wish List. It’s a devilishly funny book.

James Neal Webb writes from Nashville.

Meg Finn is dead, and she doesn't like it one bit! As a troubled teenager, she took her first steps onto a road of crime, and the results proved fatal. But now, on her way to the land of eternal flames, she has a stroke…
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Perhaps on the theory that unhappy endings aren’t so off-putting if you know about them from the start, The Divide begins with the discovery of the dead body of the most appealing character in the novel. By the time we have followed Abbie Cooper in her journey from teenage idealist to more-sinned-against-than-sinning ecoterrorist, we are prepared for the final disclosure of how, two months pregnant, she meets her death in a snow crater in the Rocky Mountains after three-and-a-half years on the lam.

The eponymous divide does some heavy multi-tasking here. It refers not only to the nearby Continental Divide, but to the name of a ranch where the family often vacations, and to the astutely drawn relationship of Abbie’s parents, Ben and Sarah, who stubbornly grow older in opposite directions. When Ben breaks up their marriage for another woman, the fallout is quietly ravaging. Abbie turns to political activism for the Earth Liberation Front, following almost blindly in the fascinating footsteps of a ruthless young leader who scatters collateral damage along the way. Ben and Sarah indulge in the small spiteful acts of a marriage on its way out. Only Josh, Abbie’s brother, seems to keep his head through the disaster. And as they all struggle to help Abbie, they find themselves becoming her cohorts: "God help us," thinks Ben, "our golden child has made criminals of us all."

Nicholas Evans’ gift, as displayed in the bestseller The Horse Whisperer and two other novels, lies in combining engaging characters with effortless storytelling. Here, through flashbacks, the reader sees Abbie’s life choices as part of a larger picture of family breakup. Even love cannot always protect individuals from hurt.

 

Perhaps on the theory that unhappy endings aren't so off-putting if you know about them from the start, The Divide begins with the discovery of the dead body of the most appealing character in the novel. By the time we have followed Abbie Cooper in…

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It’s beginning to look a lot like Grisham, everywhere you go You know the feeling. It’s December. You are in the throes of shopping. You are not in the best of moods, but ’tis the season to be jolly, and by golly you are not going to be snared by the Scrooge scenario.

Still, the cheery, jingly music is getting to you, and that thing on your face is a grimace, not a smile. You’ve spent the last four hours hiking through stores looking for that nebulous "perfect gift" for someone practically impossible to shop for. This less-than-festive feeling, felt by many as the days roll inexorably toward the 25th, is at the crux of John Grisham’s latest novel. Skipping Christmas is the best-selling author’s first foray into the realm of Christmas stories, though Grisham took another departure from his usual legal thrillers earlier in the year with the warmly received publication of A Painted House. And with another legal thriller due out in February, it’s no wonder this little volume is seen as Grisham’s "gift" a Christmas surprise for his readers and his publisher, which celebrated by ordering an astounding first printing of 1.5 million copies.

While A Painted House took reader’s into rural America, Skipping Christmas is firmly grounded in suburbia. Ultimately a story that warms the heart, Skipping Christmas shows middle America with many of its clichŽs and prejudices in overripe full bloom. Grisham lets Luther Krank, his aptly named protagonist, give in to the "bah-humbug" side of himself, deciding that he and his wife Nora will skip the whole Christmas thing and depart on a Caribbean cruise.

As Luther and Nora prepare, tanning and dieting for their two weeks in the sun, tensions begin to build between the Kranks, whose house will be dark and unadorned on Christmas, and their neighbors, who had hoped to win the annual Christmas decoration contest for Hemlock Street. With snowballing hilarity, Grisham’s tale of suburban holiday mania evolves into a modern day version of Dickens’ Christmas Carol. With 11 best-selling novels to his credit, Grisham’s willingness to risk exposing his lighter side to audiences accustomed to his white-knuckle page-turners is in itself a hallmark of the spirit of Christmas. ‘Tis the season!

 

It's beginning to look a lot like Grisham, everywhere you go You know the feeling. It's December. You are in the throes of shopping. You are not in the best of moods, but 'tis the season to be jolly, and by golly you are not…

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