Books, books, books! Mostly a collection of reviews and lists for reading challenges.
Monday, September 24, 2007
The Door to December book review
I had never read Koontz before, and this book was sitting on my shelf for years. I picked it up as part of the RIP Challenge, and once I started I couldn't put it down. This book is part crime thriller (like Patterson, but so much richer) and part horror (like early King--the occult-type stuff), and all in all a well-written, well-developed story. It moves fast, but flows evenly. The characters are likeable, and while it isn't hugely based on character, the characters are developed enough to get you invested. The story is good too--keeps you guessing long enough to get interested, and by the time you figure it out, you like the characters enough to keep reading. I won't try to explain the plot, because I'm afraid I would give away too much (and you can always read the synopsis on the back of the book, right?), but it works. I don't know what part was scarier--the occult aspect, or delving into the evil that lurks within humankind. But either way, this was a nice chilling read for the Halloween season.
For as long as she can remember, Lisa Litberg has loved to write. Over the years she has amassed quite a collection of short stories and poetry, but Free is her first novel. A high school teacher for 15 years, she tries to empower her urban students with the written word. When she isn’t writing or teaching, Lisa might be dancing, singing with a cover band or performing her own songs with a guitar, but it’s more likely she’s hanging out in her Chicago apartment with her son Trevor watching The Walking Dead.
"The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience." (Atticus, To Kill a Mockingbird;Harper Lee) "But maybe the last part of the symphony was the music she loved the best--glad and like the greatest people in the world running and springing up in a hard, free way. Wonderful music like this was the worst hurt there could be. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen." (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers)
"Dark of the invisible moon. The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp." (The Road; Cormac McCarthy)
"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened." (The Restaurant at the End of the Universe; Douglas Adams)
"I ought not to have listened to her," he confided to me one day. "One never ought to listen to the flowers. One should simply look at them and breathe their fragrance. Mine perfumed all my planet. But I did not know how to take pleasure in all her grace. This tale of claws, which disturbed me so much, should only have filled my heart with tenderness and pity."
And he continued his confidences: "The fact is that I did not know how to understand anything! I ought to have judged by deeds and not by words. She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little strategems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her..." (The Little Prince; Anton de Saint-Exupery)
Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead. (Betting on the Muse; Charles Bukowski)
Disbelief in magic can force a poor soul into believing in government and business. (Tom Robbins)
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. (The Prophet; Kahlil Gibran)
You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. (C.S. Lewis)
"For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and of valor. Of the endless fluid passage of humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who--one word--love." (The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers)