<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 15:52:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Books</category><category>book challenge</category><category>Book club</category><category>Fantasy</category><category>Fiction</category><category>young adult</category><category>Children&#39;s literature</category><category>audio book</category><category>non-fiction</category><category>Thursday Book Club</category><category>historic</category><category>Mystery</category><category>classic</category><category>movie</category><category>Science fiction</category><category>Summer Reading</category><category>creative ideas</category><category>fairytale</category><category>historical fiction</category><category>romance</category><category>Book Sale</category><category>Christian Fiction</category><category>Comedy</category><category>Newbery winner</category><category>Picture books</category><category>adventure</category><category>short stories</category><category>video clip</category><category>British</category><category>Christmas</category><category>Harper Lee</category><category>TV Show</category><category>Tragedies</category><category>computers</category><category>finance</category><category>horror</category><category>movies</category><category>Ballads</category><category>Contruction</category><category>Display</category><category>Dragons</category><category>Ground breaking</category><category>Japanese</category><category>Medical</category><category>Nook</category><category>Prizes</category><category>Project Mockingbird</category><category>True stories</category><category>Western</category><category>action</category><category>alternative history</category><category>animation</category><category>anime</category><category>big read</category><category>booksale</category><category>children&#39;s movies</category><category>classes</category><category>dogs</category><category>donations</category><category>ebooks</category><category>expansion</category><category>fairies</category><category>family</category><category>food for fines</category><category>free classes</category><category>giveaways</category><category>graphic novel</category><category>health</category><category>holiday hours</category><category>humour</category><category>library</category><category>money management</category><category>myths and legends</category><category>novella</category><category>sea stories</category><category>social security</category><category>war</category><category>websites</category><title>The Book Drop</title><description>Book, movie reviews and more from the staff at Gardendale Public Library.</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gardendale Tech Staff)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-5940575891317342500</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Dec 2014 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-12-29T08:42:49.421-06:00</atom:updated><title>Last Light Over Carolina by Mary Alice Monroe</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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by Mary Alice Monroe&lt;/div&gt;
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Book Club Meeting: Monday, January 12, 2015&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;From the &quot;New York Times &quot;bestselling author of &quot;Time Is a River &quot;comes a new lyrical and emotionally satisfying novel that will sweep readers away to the seductive southern landscape--in the tradition of Sue Monk Kidd and Anne Rivers Siddons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;With a warm voice that brings the South to life, &quot;New York Times &quot;bestselling author Mary Alice Monroe writes richly textured novels that intimately portray the complex and emotional relationships shared among family, friends, and the natural world. Here, in &quot;Last Light Over Carolina,&quot; Monroe tells the haunting and touching story of a longtime shrimp boat captain and his wife of thirty years the day he is injured at sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;On an otherwise ordinary day, in a small shrimping village off the coast of South Carolina, a boat goes missing. The entire town rallies as all are mobilized to find the lost vessel. Throughout the course of one day, flashbacks of Bud Morrison, the captain on board, and Carolina, his wife, reveal the happier days of a once-thriving shrimping industry juxtaposed with the memories of their long term marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;Through her wonderfully evocative storytelling and keen insights into the human heart, Mary Alice Monroe has yet again delivered an exceptional and engaging work of fiction.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2014/12/last-light-over-carolina-by-mary-alice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gardendale Tech Staff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-5828159830739901541</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2014 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-26T09:07:58.533-06:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Party!</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Our annual Christmas Party at Ryans on 838 Odum Road Gardendale, AL 35071&lt;/div&gt;
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-- GIFT EXCHANGE --&lt;/div&gt;
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Wrap up a book you&#39;ve read and swap it!&lt;/div&gt;
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See you there!!!&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2014/11/christmas-party.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gardendale Tech Staff)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM_qoF0dWJfcmFAg4Rfr6Gp7tDVd4X2oI_-qg0jp0ZtdjpmTRGEXNp3sZUICTTeAVM-PhXuoMRxp02Kkh-EpHGaJb-AzsqehMDB1Lp81uKAXdJhd2w5bJhczePtaQpTm8H4iJmiYnp80uI/s72-c/christmasparty2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-8532090428231897992</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2014 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-10T11:00:02.554-06:00</atom:updated><title>The Darling Dahlias and the Cucumber Tree </title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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November 10, 2014&amp;nbsp; @ 6:00pm&lt;/div&gt;
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The Darling Dahlias and the Cucumber Tree(The Darling Dahlias #1) &lt;/div&gt;
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by Susan Wittig Albert&lt;/div&gt;
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country may be struggling through the Great Depression, but the good 
ladies of Darling, Alabama, are determined to keep their chins up and 
their town beautiful. Their garden club, the Darling Dahlias, has just 
inherited a new clubhouse and garden, complete with two beautiful 
cucumber trees in full bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But life in Darling is not all garden parties and rosemary lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
 When local blond bombshell Bunny Scott is found in a suspicious car 
wreck, the Dahlias decide to dig into the town&#39;s buried secrets, and 
club members Lizzy, Ophelia, and Verna soon find leads sprouting up 
faster than weeds. The town is all abuzz with news of an escaped convict
 from the prison farm, rumors of trouble at the bank, and tales of a 
ghost heard digging around the cucumber tree. If anyone can get to the 
root of these mysteries, it&#39;s the Darling Dahlias.&lt;/span&gt; </description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2014/11/the-darling-dahlias-and-cucumber-tree.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gardendale Tech Staff)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-6275888379269943029</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2014 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-11T15:05:22.623-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Apple Orchard (Bella Vista Chronicles #1)</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Monday, October 13th 2014 @ 6:00pm&lt;br /&gt;
Meeting in the Adult meeting room at the Gardendale Public Library&lt;/div&gt;
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The Apple Orchard&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class=&quot;greyText&quot; href=&quot;http://www.goodreads.com/series/99920-bella-vista-chronicles&quot; style=&quot;color: #aaaaaa; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;(Bella Vista Chronicles #1)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;by smallText&quot; style=&quot;color: black; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span itemprop=&quot;author&quot; itemscope=&quot;&quot; itemtype=&quot;http://schema.org/Person&quot;&gt;Susan Wiggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span itemprop=&quot;author&quot; itemscope=&quot;&quot; itemtype=&quot;http://schema.org/Person&quot;&gt;&lt;em style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;#1 New York Times&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;bestselling author Susan Wiggs brings readers into the lush abundance of Sonoma County, in a story of sisters, friendship and the invisible bonds of history that are woven like a spell around us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;Tess Delaney makes a living returning stolen treasures to their rightful owners. She loves illuminating history, filling the spaces in people&#39;s hearts with stories of their family legacies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;But Tess&#39;s own history is filled with gaps: a father she never met, and a mother who spent more time traveling than with her daughter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;Then Dominic Rossi arrives on the doorstep of the San Francisco shop Tess hopes to buy, and he tells her that the grandfather she never knew is in a coma. Tess has been named in his will to inherit half of Bella Vista, a hundred-acre apple orchard in the magical Sonoma town called Archangel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;The rest is willed to Isabel Johansen. A half sister she hadn&#39;t heard of.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;Isabel is everything Tess isn&#39;t: all softness to Tess&#39;s hard angles, warm and nurturing where Tess is tightly wound. But against the rich landscape of Bella Vista, with Isabel and Dominic by her side, Tess begins to discover a world filled with the simple pleasures of food and family, of the warm earth beneath her bare feet. A world where family comes first and the roots of history run deep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Wiggs tells a layered, powerful story of love, loss, hope and redemption.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;&quot;&gt;— Kirkus, starred review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2014/09/monday-october-13th-2014-apple-orchard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzTmRgQ9hdDuUhlI7vS7fk_kWMzFeyHRWgA4xZI5UxSZEW1DkMAqPl-ddEfujVogX8GUt7l_iK7dBP4YtSJ4t2ws2KlrDJkpP56lEQRNN29r4sK7ylzFZK_7H5eJ9RrTRnWrhlb_ze4I/s72-c/16074553.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-8823593402703423693</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2014 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-28T15:42:46.476-05:00</atom:updated><title>September Book Club Book: Orphan Train by  Christina Baker Kline</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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The author of Bird in Hand and The Way Life Should Be delivers her most ambitious and powerful novel to date: a captivating story of two very different women who build an unexpected friendship: a 91-year-old woman with a hidden past as an orphan-train rider and the teenage girl whose own troubled adolescence leads her to seek answers to questions no one has ever thought to ask.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nearly eighteen, Molly Ayer knows she has one last chance. Just months from &quot;aging out&quot; of the child welfare system, and close to being kicked out of her foster home, a community service position helping an elderly woman clean out her home is the only thing keeping her out of juvie and worse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Vivian Daly has lived a quiet life on the coast of Maine. But in her attic, hidden in trunks, are vestiges of a turbulent past. As she helps Vivian sort through her possessions and memories, Molly discovers that she and Vivian aren&#39;t as different as they seem to be. A young Irish immigrant orphaned in New York City, Vivian was put on a train to the Midwest with hundreds of other children whose destinies would be determined by luck and chance.&lt;br /&gt;
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The closer Molly grows to Vivian, the more she discovers parallels to her own life. A Penobscot Indian, she, too, is an outsider being raised by strangers, and she, too, has unanswered questions about the past. As her emotional barriers begin to crumble, Molly discovers that she has the power to help Vivian find answers to mysteries that have haunted her for her entire life - answers that will ultimately free them both.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;The one and only Fannie Flagg, beloved author of &lt;i&gt;Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven, &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;i&gt; I Still Dream About You,&lt;/i&gt; is at her hilarious and superb best in this new comic mystery novel about two women who are forced to reimagine who they are.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 Mrs. Sookie Poole of Point Clear, Alabama, has just married off the 
last of her daughters and is looking forward to relaxing and perhaps 
traveling with her husband, Earle. The only thing left to contend with 
is her mother, the formidable Lenore Simmons Krackenberry. Lenore may be
 a lot of fun for other people, but is, for the most part, an 
overbearing presence for her daughter. Then one day, quite by accident, 
Sookie discovers a secret about her mother’s past that knocks her for a 
loop and suddenly calls into question everything she ever thought she 
knew about herself, her family, and her future.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sookie begins a
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in time, to the 1940s, when an irrepressible woman named Fritzi takes on
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It is 1939. Nazi Germany. The country is holding its breath. Death has never been busier, and will become busier still.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Liesel
 Meminger is a foster girl living outside of Munich, who scratches out a
 meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something 
she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster 
father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her 
neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in 
her basement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In superbly crafted writing that burns with intensity, award-winning author Markus Zusak, author of &lt;i&gt;I Am the Messenger,&lt;/i&gt; has given us one of the most enduring stories of our time.</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2014/06/july-book-club-book-book-thief-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhILE4Xh0_hIWshjelB1DNJn6WStvG8BYC_1znomFS4WDnJEr0iEMlVqOnY2gmpgd__h3RlVaIhtHugfe5pw3TE7NEJ66_6-N7hX7TIlj5ZpID_z5RfN87dKOd2ukx3bzL7l_S8q8YnV3/s72-c/index.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-3600681040779644249</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2014 23:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-04-16T18:25:40.727-05:00</atom:updated><title>May Book Club Book: The Silver Star Waves by Jeanette Walls</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Those hilarious southern sisters, who prove that sibling rivalry never 
ends, are heading for a vacation at the beach. Mary Alice&#39;s flamboyant 
behavior aside, serious, sensible Patricia Anne looks forward to 
relaxing at her sister&#39;s beachfront condo in Destin, Florida, so she 
kisses her ever-loving spouse Fred god-bye, reminds him to water the 
plants and feed the dog, and the girls head south for some fin in the 
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Mary Alice loses no time in making the acquaintance of just 
about everyone in sight, so watching the sun go down on the beautiful 
shores of the Gulf of Mexico is a welcome respite as far as Patricia 
Anne is concerned. . .until a dead body washes up in the waves and the 
victim turns out to be one of Mary Alice&#39;s newfound friends. With no 
witnesses t the crime except a few great blue herons, the sisters have 
no choice but to bypass the clueless police and follow their own 
instinct to find the killer. Before long they_re on a murky trail of 
dirty real-estate deals, giant turtle habitats, and a sea of evidence 
pointing to a mammoth motive for murderer.</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2014/03/april-book-club-book-murder-makes-waves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-8251279277196994741</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Feb 2014 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-02-14T11:42:34.561-06:00</atom:updated><title>March Book Club Book: Life on the Refrigerator Door by Alice Kuipers</title><description>&lt;div align=&quot;LEFT&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #133374; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: auto; text-align: -webkit-left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;
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Claire and her mother are running out of 
time, but they don&#39;t know it. Not yet. Claire is wrapped up with the 
difficulties of her bourgeoning adulthood—boys, school, friends, 
identity; Claire&#39;s mother, a single mom, is rushed off her feet both at 
work and at home. They rarely find themselves in the same room at the 
same time, and it often seems that the only thing they can count on are 
notes to each other on the refrigerator door. When home is threatened by
 a crisis, their relationship experiences a momentous change. Forced to 
reevaluate the delicate balance between their personal lives and their 
bond as mother and daughter, Claire and her mother find new love and 
devotion for one another deeper than anything they had ever imagined. &lt;br /&gt;
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 is a glimpse into the lives of mothers and daughters everywhere. In 
this deeply touching novel told through a series of notes written from a
 loving mother and her devoted fifteen-year-old daughter, debut author 
Alice Kuipers deftly captures the impenetrable fabric that connects 
mothers and daughters throughout the world. Moving and rich with 
emotion, &lt;i&gt;Life on the Refrigerator Door&lt;/i&gt; delivers universal lessons about love in a wonderfully simple and poignant narrative. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;Also the novella &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The First Lie by Diane Chamberlain, a pre&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;quel to January&#39;s book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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Small Town...Big Secret. Georgetown, Kentucky, 1939…soon after dawn on a
 February morning, Elliott Chapel discovers an unconscious, bloodied, 
young woman lying face up in the cold waters of Penny Creek. Days later,
 awakening from her hypothermic coma, Ellie Evans finds herself on the 
Chapel Farm. Once she explains her plight as the abused wife of a 
powerful man, Elliott offers her and her son a place to stay and vows to
 keep them from harm. For both Ellie and Elliott, life under the same 
roof is a challenge—with the cantankerous Paul Chapel, Elliott’s father 
who spends his retirement days drinking whiskey with his aging coonhound
 by his side. Elliott has taken over the daily operations of the horse 
farm with his assistant, Booley. Unusual for the time—when blacks were 
subservient to whites—Booley manages a small staff and helps Elliott 
attempt the impossible with the newly-acquired horse of a high profile 
client. Ellie pitches in and helps out when she can and helps change the
 mood of the busy farm with her sweet charm and culinary skills, even 
getting on the good side of the bad tempered Paul Chapel. Just when 
daily life settles into an enjoyable rhythm, a violent struggle erupts 
when the malicious Mayor Evans descends on the farm with the county 
sheriff and two deputies. Armed with shotguns, they remove Ellie and her
 son from the farm, against her will. Narrated by Elliott five decades 
later, he recalls the incident on the Chapel Farm and subsequent events 
which ultimately reveal the long-kept secret—hidden in a small town 
since 1939.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2014/01/february-book-club-book-field-of-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkmb22w4RSWs-MUKtF8kx9izzqx6JLNRlJmpPX7Hq_-xUN0GzkHQ818CLxlRwE_hyoeTYHGpgEVbIzJasuJ5gcmctQvQXGv1BykcAc5Dg4gC5dqvuF79O82V_-IW8BX3e7oAo892xT_QA/s72-c/field+of+dead.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-1658653384860273662</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Oct 2013 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-10-15T11:45:36.890-05:00</atom:updated><title>November Monday Night BCB Low Pressure by Sandra Brown</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;Bellamy Lyston was only 12 years old when her older sister Susan was killed on a stormy Memorial Day. Bellamy&#39;s fear of storms is a legacy of the tornado that destroyed the crime scene along with her memory of what really happened during the day&#39;s most devastating moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;Now, 18 years later, Bellamy has written a sensational, bestselling novel based on Susan&#39;s murder. Because the book was inspired by the tragic event that still pains her family, she published it under a pseudonym to protect them from unwanted publicity. But when an opportunistic reporter for a tabloid newspaper discovers that the book is based on fact, Bellamy&#39;s identity is exposed along with the family scandal.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;Moreover, Bellamy becomes the target of an unnamed assailant who either wants the truth about Susan&#39;s murder to remain unknown or, even more threatening, is determined to get vengeance for a man wrongfully accused and punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;In order to identify her stalker, Bellamy must confront the ghosts of her past, including Dent Carter, Susan&#39;s wayward and reckless boyfriend -- and an original suspect in the murder case. Dent, with this and other stains on his past, is intent on clearing his name, and he needs Bellamy&#39;s sealed memory to do it. But her safeguarded recollections -once unlocked-pose dangers that neither could foresee and puts both their lives in peril.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;As Bellamy delves deeper into the mystery surrounding Susan&#39;s slaying, she discovers disturbing elements of the crime which call into question the people she holds most dear. Haunted by partial memories, conflicted over her feelings for Dent, but determined to learn the truth, she won&#39;t stop until she reveals Susan&#39;s killer.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 22.390625px; orphans: auto; text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: auto; word-spacing: 0px;&quot;&gt;That is, unless Susan&#39;s killer strikes her first...&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2013/10/november-monday-night-bcb-low-pressure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNrnoHEdjkMn9rGFhIUuWE8zxnLnS3amLoEaAWIZYzmVnsHiyE0qKidj5yl2pdXYhBWOvPi17c-MCVa_0roAdNiqmHAOfvq0QMiYgKeGqoKnGtcMmc6sJ440QOhdU6QtcaLMAi1S_qZPg/s72-c/low+pressure.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-6312967192537323564</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Sep 2013 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-28T11:48:43.195-05:00</atom:updated><title>October Monday Night BCB Nineteen Minutes by Jodi Picoult</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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From the Book cover:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;
In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn, color your hair, watch a
 third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes, you can bake scones or get
 a tooth filled by a dentist; you can fold laundry for a family of 
five....In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world, or you can just 
jump off it. In nineteen minutes, you can get revenge. 

Sterling is a small, ordinary New Hampshire town where nothing ever 
happens -- until the day its complacency is shattered by a shocking act 
of violence. In the aftermath, the town&#39;s residents must not only seek 
justice in order to begin healing but also come to terms with the role 
they played in the tragedy. For them, the lines between truth and 
fiction, right and wrong, insider and outsider have been obscured 
forever. Josie Cormier, the teenage daughter of the judge sitting on the
 case, could be the state&#39;s best witness, but she can&#39;t remember what 
happened in front of her own eyes. And as the trial progresses, fault 
lines between the high school and the adult community begin to show, 
destroying the closest of friendships and families.</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2013/09/october-monday-night-bcb-nineteen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XSi9YISAQWUQUMX3MJCntiSrgHirpEs3c-5wbb4szzUqVTXUX4ooJOmkEOxl28Xi8f3VUPYo-DJywpkv7rNQFueeoJJiF9NrAHm9wnn2k93xYsbIVbImKPLobZoR4tsMRtvnUwM7Jvk/s72-c/nineteen+mintues.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-6031219064640240692</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-14T15:41:42.037-05:00</atom:updated><title>July Monday Night BCB The Pact by Jodi Picoult</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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Book Description&lt;br /&gt;
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Friendship, loyalty, lifelong love -- and teenage suicide. A riveting, 
timely, and terrifying novel from an acclaimed writer who skillfully 
intertwines the intimate perceptions of Anne Tyler with the dramatic 
tension of John Grisham  &lt;br /&gt;
The Golds and the Hartes, neighbors for 
eighteen years, have always been inseparable. So have their children-and
 it&#39;s no surprise that in high school Chris and Emily&#39;s friendship 
blossoms into something more. But the bonds of family, friendship, and 
passion-which had seemed so indestructible -- suddenly threaten to 
unravel in the wake of unexpected tragedy. &lt;br /&gt;
When midnight calls 
from the hospital come in, no one is ready for the truth. Emily is dead 
at seventeen from a gunshot wound to the head. There&#39;s a single unspent 
bullet in the gun that Chris pilfered from his father&#39;s cabinet-a bullet
 that Chris tells police he intended for himself. But a local detective 
has doubts about the suicide pact that Chris describes.&lt;br /&gt;
This 
extraordinary, heart-rending novel asks questions that every parent 
faces: How much do we know about our children? Our friends?&lt;br /&gt; What if . . .? As its chapters unfold, alternating between an idyllic past and an unthinkable present, &lt;i&gt;The Pact&lt;/i&gt;
 paints an indelible portrait of families in anguish . . . and creates 
an astonishingly suspenseful courtroom drama, as Chris finds himself on 
trial for murder.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s rare to find a writer who combines Alice 
Hoffman&#39;s gift for evoking everyday life in pellucid prose with a 
remarkable ability to create a legal page-turner that will keep you up 
all night reading, but this is such a book. &lt;i&gt;The Pact&lt;/i&gt; rings true: wonderfully observed, truly moving, frightening, and utterly impossible to put down. </description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2013/06/july-monday-night-bcb-pact-by-jodi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqB_nSUFsJB8jYZ0z-KOOpMp6GmSZkpDyaFxERZG143Ve9kWItR8-hpJDyIpAEYP4v9WvpIV3wGbDXagACwfhaEdF3GhJ4MoTrfk8TnJ80yI6R_CGWjsAwQ7jXQ5EElapM00N7tQuogYc/s72-c/the-pact.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-5066625837911646695</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-16T11:26:58.664-05:00</atom:updated><title>June Monday Night Book Club Book: The Poet of Tolstoy by Sonny Brewer</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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The more you transform your life from the material to the spiritual 
domain, the less you become afraid of death.” Leo Tolstoy spoke these 
words, and they became Henry Stuart’s raison d’etre. &lt;i&gt;The Poet of Tolstoy Park &lt;/i&gt;is
 the unforgettable novel based on the true story of Henry Stuart’s life,
 which was reclaimed from his doctor’s belief that he would not live 
another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry responds to the news by slogging home 
barefoot in the rain. It’s 1925. The place: Canyon County, Idaho. Henry 
is sixty-seven, a retired professor and a widower who has been told a 
warmer climate would make the end more tolerable. San Diego would be a 
good choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Henry chose Fairhope, Alabama, a town with
 utopian ideals and a haven for strong-minded individualists. Upton 
Sinclair, Sherwood Anderson, and Clarence Darrow were among its 
inhabitants. Henry bought his own ten acres of piney woods outside 
Fairhope. Before dying, underscored by the writings of his beloved 
Tolstoy, Henry could begin to “perfect the soul awarded him” and rest in
 the faith that he, and all people, would succeed, “even if it took 
eons.” Human existence, Henry believed, continues in a perfect circle 
unmarred by flaws of personality, irrespective of blood and possessions 
and rank, and separate from organized religion. In Alabama, until his 
final breath, he would chase these high ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, Henry 
had to answer up for leaving Idaho. Henry’s dearest friend and 
intellectual sparring partner, Pastor Will Webb, and Henry’s two adult 
sons, Thomas and Harvey, were baffled and angry that he would abandon 
them and move to the Deep South, living in a barn there while he built a
 round house of handmade concrete blocks. His new neighbors were 
perplexed by his eccentric behavior as well. On the coldest day of 
winter he was barefoot, a philosopher and poet with ideas and words to 
share with anyone who would listen. And, mysteriously, his “last few 
months” became years. He had gone looking for a place to learn lessons 
in dying, and, studiously advanced to claim a vigorous new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Poet of Tolstoy Park &lt;/i&gt;is
 a moving and irresistible story, a guidebook of the mind and spirit 
that lays hold of the heart. Henry Stuart points the way through life’s 
puzzles for all of us, becoming in this timeless tale a character of 
such dimension that he seems more alive now than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the Hardcover edition.&lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2013/05/june-monday-night-book-club-book-poet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQSnI7AlY4xqqyUNq-iCj6LRObFJ2VrfxpIDM9jGY26Q06ubrH7mZsNs8QoE41RmiokwjUMBjdIYRuWaJblKHOlig9oXd9Nraq_DrvE4E5tZXIX0MJs_6WCE6qjYpCgn-qip1UIxSDQI/s72-c/Tolstoy_Park.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-2775146687990957799</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 15:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-02T10:16:45.285-05:00</atom:updated><title>April Monday night BCB: Dancing on Broken Glass by Ka Hancock</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; Lucy
 Houston and Mickey Chandler probably shouldn’t have fallen in love, let
 alone gotten married. They’re both plagued with faulty genes—he has 
bipolar disorder; she, a ravaging family history of breast cancer. But 
when their paths cross on the night of Lucy’s twenty-first birthday, 
sparks fly, and there’s no denying their chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Cautious 
every step of the way, they are determined to make their relationship 
work—and they put their commitment in writing. Mickey will take his 
medication. Lucy won’t blame him for what is beyond his control. He 
promises honesty. She promises patience. Like any marriage, there are 
good days and bad days—and some very bad days. In dealing with their 
unique challenges, they make the heartbreaking decision not to have 
children. But when Lucy shows up for a routine physical just shy of 
their eleventh anniversary, she gets an impossible surprise that changes
 everything. Everything. Suddenly, all their rules&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;thrown out the 
window, and the two of them must redefine what love really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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From Publishers Weekly&lt;/h3&gt;
Ford&#39;s strained debut concerns Henry Lee, a Chinese-American in 
Seattle who, in 1986, has just lost his wife to cancer. After Henry 
hears that the belongings of Japanese immigrants interned during WWII 
have been found in the basement of the Panama Hotel, the narrative 
shuttles between 1986 and the 1940s in a predictable story that 
chronicles the losses of old age and the bewilderment of youth. Henry 
recalls the difficulties of life in America during WWII, when he and his
 Japanese-American school friend, Keiko, wandered through wartime 
Seattle. Keiko and her family are later interned in a camp, and Henry, 
horrified by America&#39;s anti-Japanese hysteria, is further conflicted 
because of his Chinese father&#39;s anti-Japanese sentiment. Henry&#39;s adult 
life in 1986 is rather mechanically rendered, and Ford clumsily 
contrasts Henry&#39;s difficulty in communicating with his college-age son, 
Marty, with Henry&#39;s own alienation from his father, who was determined 
to Americanize him.&lt;br /&gt;
Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
      
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&lt;i&gt;“ I wonder how the book got to Guernsey? Perhaps there is some sort 
of secret homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect 
readers.” &lt;/i&gt;January 1946: London is emerging from the shadow of the 
Second World War, and writer Juliet Ashton is looking for her next book 
subject. Who could imagine that she would find it in a letter from a man
 she’s never met, a native of the island of Guernsey, who has come 
across her name written inside a book by Charles Lamb….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Juliet
 and her new correspondent exchange letters, Juliet is drawn into the 
world of this man and his friends—and what a wonderfully eccentric world
 it is. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society—born as a 
spur-of-the-moment alibi when its members were discovered breaking 
curfew by the Germans occupying their island—boasts a charming, funny, 
deeply human cast of characters, from pig farmers to phrenologists, 
literature lovers all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet begins a remarkable correspondence 
with the society’s members, learning about their island, their taste in 
books, and the impact the recent German occupation has had on their 
lives. Captivated by their stories, she sets sail for Guernsey, and what
 she finds will change her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written with warmth and humor
 as a series of letters, this novel is a celebration of the written word
 in all its guises, and of finding connection in the most surprising 
ways. (Book description taken from Amazon.com)&lt;br /&gt;
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Georgia Bottoms may be Six Points, Alabama&#39;s finest  feature--beautiful, worldly, a splendid cook and faithful churchgoer who cares for her aged mother and  sells handmade quilts to her grateful neighbors.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Georgia
 also has a discreet side business, &quot;entertaining&quot;  six local gentlemen 
at night.&amp;nbsp; Judge Barnett on Sunday, Sheriff Allred on  Friday, the 
doctor on Wednesday (Monday&#39;s are Georgia&#39;s own).&amp;nbsp; Each  gentleman gets a
 night tailored to his particular tastes; each has been  trained to leave a &quot;gift&quot; to help Georgia get by, and each one thinks he is  Georgia&#39;s only secret lover.&lt;br /&gt;
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When
 Preacher Eugene Hendrix (Saturdays) decides he must  confess their 
affair in front of his wife and the entire congregation, Georgia  may be
 able to stop him in time.&amp;nbsp; But one pin pulled out of her elaborately  
protected life may be all it takes to send the whole structure to hell 
in a  hurry.&amp;nbsp; Chin high, posture perfect, her Chanel handbag firmly 
clasped in her hand, Georgia sets out to  save
 herself, her mama, and her particular notion of virtue from total  
ruin.&amp;nbsp; Nothing in Six Points will ever be the same. &lt;br /&gt;
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Written with hilarity, insight, and affection for the many failings of man - and womankind, &lt;i&gt;Georgia Bottoms&lt;/i&gt;
  plumbs the irrepressible workings of the rebellious human heart.&amp;nbsp; It 
is  proof anew of why Stephen King called Childress&#39;s previous novel, &lt;i&gt;One  Mississippi, &lt;/i&gt;&quot;the funniest novel I have read in ten years!&quot;
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Ray Bradbury’s internationally acclaimed novel &lt;i&gt;Fahrenheit 451&lt;/i&gt; is a masterwork of twentieth-century literature set in a bleak, dystopian future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Guy
 Montag is a fireman. In his world, where television rules and 
literature is on the brink of extinction, firemen start fires rather 
than put them out. His job is to destroy the most illegal of 
commodities, the printed book, along with the houses in which they are 
hidden. &lt;br /&gt;
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Montag never questions the destruction and ruin his 
actions produce, returning each day to his bland life and wife, Mildred,
 who spends all day with her television “family.” But then he meets an 
eccentric young neighbor, Clarisse, who introduces him to a past where 
people didn’t live in fear and to a present where one sees the world 
through the ideas in books instead of the mindless chatter of 
television. &lt;br /&gt;
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When Mildred attempts suicide and Clarisse suddenly 
disappears, Montag begins to question everything he has ever known. He 
starts hiding books in his home, and when his pilfering is discovered, 
the fireman has to run for his life.&lt;/div&gt;
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Paris, July 1942: Sarah, a ten year-old girl, is brutally 
arrested with her family by the French police in the Vel’ d’Hiv’ 
roundup, but not before she locks her younger brother in a cupboard in 
the family&#39;s apartment, thinking that she will be back within a few 
hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris, May 2002: On Vel’ d’Hiv’s 60th anniversary, 
journalist Julia Jarmond is asked to write an article about this black 
day in France&#39;s past. Through her contemporary investigation, she 
stumbles onto a trail of long-hidden family secrets that connect her 
to&amp;nbsp;Sarah. Julia finds herself compelled to retrace the girl&#39;s ordeal, 
from that terrible term in the Vel d&#39;Hiv&#39;, to the camps, and beyond. As 
she probes into Sarah&#39;s past, she begins to&amp;nbsp;question her own place in 
France, and to reevaluate her marriage and her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana de 
Rosnay offers us a brilliantly subtle, compelling portrait of France 
under occupation and reveals the taboos and silence that surround this 
painful episode.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Harry Bosch is assigned a homicide call in South L.A. that takes him to 
Fortune Liquors, where the Chinese owner has been shot to death behind 
the counter in an apparent robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined by members of the 
department&#39;s Asian Crime Unit, Bosch relentlessly investigates the 
killing and soon identifies a suspect, a Los Angeles member of a Hong 
Kong triad. But before Harry can close in, he gets the word that his 
young daughter Maddie, who lives in Hong Kong with her mother, is 
missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bosch drops everything to journey across the Pacific to 
find his daughter. Could her disappearance and the case be connected? 
With the stakes of the investigation so high and so personal, Bosch is 
up against the clock in a new city, where nothing is at it seems.&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2012/07/august-monday-night-book-club-book-9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2AHl1-2euV1A9IF0Hy00vU4VsCAMFiFoyGI7UaMiFNC46suH4x81-u-2umou3zIcNUGQilYpOPPoaeH2UsniLrLc3x8VCTchohf1mwNDFTnP-wyq7t_1kgxYqJ-yyeI-W68pesKWuYEQ/s72-c/Nine+Dragons.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-6373185976047179213</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jun 2012 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-14T13:19:41.829-05:00</atom:updated><title>July Monday Night Book Club Book Darkness, My Old Friend</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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Novelist Bethany Graves is recovering from a bitter divorce when she 
decides to move back to her small Northeastern hometown, The Hollows. 
There, she plans to write her next book and repair her relationship with
 her teenage daughter, Willow. But when Willow spots a caver digging 
what looks like a grave in the nearby woods, they becomes tangled up in 
an investigation that goes back over twenty-five years. Soon more 
townspeople are involved, from semi-retired cop Jones Cooper to local 
psychic Eloise Montgomery, whose dire visions warn that pursuing this 
case may just be the last thing they do.</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2012/06/july-monday-night-book-club-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBiWvmVnyQ7PSiKRSOGqT6bGtAUgxnQzP4KeT4ZhDjUOmzCZBTNfYMXXtfBxiNkviEIRNybb68X2h9IaYj7__RbjzTVlwqBRSTt6fskmO1um_nn3Q45xrxohctoPnlFaNfW0utm9AIEg0/s72-c/darkness.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2027410105548426827.post-7311912427666124244</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2012 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-16T16:35:43.448-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Book club</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fiction</category><title>June Monday Night Book Club Book: Guilty by Karen Robards</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;n the newest novel from New York Times-bestselling author Karen 
Robards, a feisty female attorney&#39;s past comes back to haunt her. One 
cold November night when Kat White was fifteen years old, she and some 
friends held up a convenience store. In the heat of the moment, one of 
the others shot and killed an off-duty cop moonlighting as a security 
guard. Kat and her pals fled the scene in a panic, and no one was 
caught. Sixteen years later, Kat-now Kate-has built a new life for 
herself. Now a single mom with an eight-year-old son, she works as a 
prosecutor in the Philadelphia DA&#39;s office. But her dark past rears its 
head when she walks into court one day and discovers that she is to 
prosecute Mario Castellanos, one of her friends from that terrible 
night. Kate is in a bind: even though Mario was the one who probably did
 commit the crime, he&#39;s counting on Kate to make sure he&#39;s not 
convicted. If she convinces the judge of his guilt, he&#39;ll claim that she
 was the one who killed the off-duty cop. Before real despair sets in, 
Mario is found dead-in her apartment, and with her pistol. When homicide
 detective Tom Braga shows up to investigate the murder, Kate is far 
from relieved; the two have clashed since she started working for the 
prosecutor&#39;s office. But when another man who knows the secret of Kate&#39;s
 past gets involved in the investigation, she learns that her life-and 
her son&#39;s-are in danger. Frantic, she realizes that she has nowhere to 
turn. Except, maybe, to Tom . . .
  
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Rose Mae Lolley&#39;s mother disappeared when she was eight, leaving Rose 
with a heap of old novels and a taste for dangerous men. Now, as demure 
Mrs. Ro Grandee, she&#39;s living the very life her mother abandoned. She&#39;s 
all but forgotten the girl she used to be-teenaged spitfire, Alabama 
heartbreaker, and a crack shot with a pistol-until an airport gypsy 
warns Rose it&#39;s time to find her way back to that brave, tough girl . . .
 or else. Armed with only her wit, her pawpy&#39;s ancient .45, and her dog 
Fat Gretel, Rose Mae hightails it out of Texas, running from a man who 
will never let her go, on a mission to find the mother who did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starring a minor character from Jackson&#39;s bestselling &lt;i&gt;gods in Alabama&lt;/i&gt;,
 BACKSEAT SAINTS will dazzle readers with its stunning portrayal of the 
measures a mother will take to right the wrongs she&#39;s created, and how 
far a daughter will travel to satisfy the demands of forgiveness.</description><link>http://gardendalebookdrop.blogspot.com/2012/04/may-monday-night-book-club-book.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7wvVyi_FCGVSP5nQs5xY5il3o-m9lUusr4swhIQrzOzXWOdzK2fkhsfIo85zs4G23DLxlHDmhIdXdcSGUbZC5V_q8j4vfjZC0CeWO7UaYuTwgcmATZxcgH4OsS-v3Ku6BOCTMOYYMuq4/s72-c/backseat-cover.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>