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Literary Blog Hop

Good morning fellow book lovers!Don't forget to post links to your Book blog, giveaways,memes, the
post below this one.(Book Blog News)

The Question over at is "What very popular and hyped book in the blogosphere
did you not enjoy and how did  you feel about posting your  review?
I couldn't think of any books at first then "Alibi" by Terri Woods I was sorely disappointed that the author
was relying on violence and sex to sell the book.   The main character is a stripper who helps give an alibi to
a thug who murdered someone, which was a great premise but we spent more  time on her antics as a stripper than the actual storyline.  I felt a little  hesitant at first to post my review because this author has sold
alot of these types of books and I was still in that"I -dont-want-to-offend anyone-stage"  Then I thought  about how I would hate it if someone actual bought that book and I was not completely honest so I went ahead with the review.(Don't even bother checking this book out from the library it's horrible).

The Question over at the Literary Hop was:"What is your favorite poem and why?" One of my favorites is
"Phenomenal Woman"  by Maya Angelou probably because it was the first time I saw a literary work that actually celebrated being a woman (Im sure at the time I needed to hear that) and being confident in that fact.  

My book review:"Running the Books"by Avi Steinberg.  A few weeks ago we were discussing Literary Non-fiction for me this book definitely fit the category. It's a memoir that reads like a novel, with characters who are well devoloped.(I know these are real people , but  I can't tell yu how many memoirs I have read that didn't give me much background info about the other people in their lives) and I found the imagery to be a cruical part of the storytelling.  Does every memoir have to have that ? No ,but that is one of the factors that determine if it's a literary nonfiction  versus everyone else.  I think when your an everyday person writing about your life you have to do something to make people read about your life because not everyone can rely on their celebrity status to sell the book.  Why else would I care about some Boston Globe writer who decided to take a job as a Prison Library  because they had benefits?  He wrote it in such a way that I felt like I had no choice but to care about what happened to him and inmates and isn't that what a good writer is supposed todo?  I gave this book 5 out of 5 stars.FTC Disclosure: I would like to take the time to thank Doubleday publishing  for allowing me an opportunity to review this book.


Sonette said…
I am following you... For real! Hehe! Be sure to stop by again and have a chat! Would love to know more about other booklovers!
Just hopping by...I like your answer to the question....

Here's my post:

(click my name)
Jsut stopping by for the hop!! Have a fun filled weekend!
Xbellamayx said…
I followed back :) thanks for commenting
parrish lantern said…
"Phenomenal Woman" don't know this poem or who it's by, so cannot comment(would be nice to know)

Let No charitable Hope

Now let No charitable hope
confuse my mind with images
of eagle and of antelope:
I am in nature none of these

I was, being human, born alone
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
the little nourishment I get

In masks outrageous and austere
the years go by in single file;
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.
Elinor Wylie.
Lori said…
Just hopping through on the Blog Hop and thought I would say "Hello". So, Hello :)


Escape Between The Pages
I gave a mixed review for Alibi, as well. I can see how some would like it, but it really wasn't my cup of tea.
bookaddict4real said…
Hey everybody I apologize "Phenomenal Woman " is by Maya Angelou(author of "I know why the caged Bird "sings
Alison said…
Hopping through. I'm following you.
I don't like it when authors use violence and sex to sell either. A good writer should be able to have a strong enough story that you don't have to rely on that.
My Hop
Melissa said…
following you from Book Bloggers!
Have a Wonderful weekend.
I love Angelou!

Here I share something that I love!

The Visitor by Jack Prelutsky

it came today to visit
and moved into the house
it was smaller than an elephant
but larger than a mouse

first it slapped my sister
then it kicked my dad
then it pushed my mother
oh! that really made me mad

it went and tickled rover
and terrified the cat
it sliced apart my necktie
and rudely crushed my hat

it smeared my head with honey
and filled the tub with rocks
and when i yelled in anger
it stole my shoes and socks

that's just the way it happened
it happened all today
before it bowed politely
and softly went away

Being a poet, I can’t imagine my life without poetry. I live and breath it. I have loved to read a lot of poets and poetry over the years and still find something new every day. I have gone through phases liking, poets, and moving over to the the next. So many yet to read.

Here is my Literary Blog Hop post!
readerbuzz said…
If you liked this book, I'd love to have you nominate it for the Independent Literary Awards in the nonfiction category!

Here's the link:

Just leave a comment!
Kristen said…
I love reading book blogs like yours. It takes me out of my normal food mind, but also,because I am most happy with a book in my hand, it gives me a chance to find new things to read.

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