Man on Fire by Stephen Kelman

You guys, I’m drowning in the amount of stuff occupying my time. And I was supposed to be taking it easy this fall!!

So I’m going to do a really lame review of Man on Fire. It really deserves more attention, but this is all it’s going to get.

I liked it.

I’ve passed it on to my husband.

I’d give it 3.5/5 if I rated books.

It’s based on a real person and it’s crazy.

And I’m going to take Ron Swanson’s golden words, as posted by Kerry at Entomology of a Bookworm, to heart.

See ya when life gets manageable.

Cover Wars: The Mountain Story

Part of the reason I like doing Cover Wars is because it may bring forgotten gems back to your attention. Like The Mountain Story by Lori Lansens (review). Great book of summer that you just might want to pick up. Oh, but so many covers to choose from!

Canadian edition

Australian edition (also available in UK)

UK edition

American edition

Which one these scratched your itch?

#30Authors Presents Richard Alley on Memphis Movie

It’s September, and you know what that means? One of the biggest events to hit the Book-ternet – #30Authors!

Girl Runner by Carrie Snyder

I picked up Girl Runner by Carrie Snyder because I was looking for some running inspiration. I’m not sure if it did the trick – I spent most of the afternoon on the couch reading! I assumed Girl Runner was going to be an inspirational running story. I was wrong. It is so much more than that.

The Perfect Comeback of Caroline Jacobs by Matthew Dicks

This is one of those times when I judged a book by its cover and paid the price. I really like the look of The Perfect Comeback of Caroline Jacobs by Matthew Dicks. I even like the premise – a PTA mom going back to get revenge on her high school bully. But ultimately, it fell flat for me. The plot, the writing, everything. That doesn’t mean I didn’t finish it – I did. It was a quick read and relatively brainless. Like a movie that you’d rent but never see in the theatre.

Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights by Salman Rushdie

I used to be a huge fan of Mr. Rushdie’s books. Midnight’s Children – check, The Moor’s Last Sigh – my favorite, but his recent works have been, well, rather less well received by me. And yet, I see a new Rushdie novel and my only instinct is to read it.