My brother sent me the link to Bookshelf Porn because, as he put it, "Why I figured you would like this site?? It only has your two favorite words in one site name!" Well, he's right. "Book" and "Shelf" are my two favorite words, lol.
Anyway, people who love books tend to love shelves full of books and this site is, "A photo blog collection of all the best bookshelf photos from around the world for people who *heart* bookshelves."
Since I thought that would be most of you, I decided to share it here with you. Enjoy!
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Friday, April 15, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
National Library Week 2011
It's the middle of National Library Week 2011, so I thought I'd post how important libraries have been and are in my own life.
The first library in my life was my elementary school library. When I started in first grade there, I was already reading thanks to a mom who encouraged reading in her little word-sponge son. Even though the school library was perhaps twenty feet wide and seventy feet long, to a six-year old it looked huge. But by the time I was in third grade, I had finished reading just about every book in the school library, some of them more than once.
Fortuitous timing saw the opening of a brand new public library in our neighborhood the summer between fourth and fifth grades when the John F. Kennedy Library opened its doors in July of 1965. Until this time, I had consumed the previously mentioned school library books, any and all books my mom would buy for me or let me buy (including comic books, a subscription to the Time-Life Science and Nature Library, Encyclopedia Brittanica and paperback novels from the local drugstore) as well as books on my mom's own bookshelf (my dad, having left school after the eighth grade, was not much of a reader, comparatively speaking). But I had not yet been in a public library for, I think, two reasons. The first was that there was no public library in our area of town, at least that I can recall, and I believe that was why the new library was opened so close to us, so that there would be a library to serve that area's citizens. The second was that, at that time, the library required you to be ten years old to have a library card. I turned ten just before the library opened.
If I remember correctly, my mom took me to the brand new library on a Saturday morning. What I DO remember, without any doubt, is the feelings that coursed through my heart and mind when we stepped into that two-story building for the first time. It was as if someone had created a place just for me! A place full of books! Books of all kinds! Two full floors in a building the size of half a city block and full of books!
Those books represented worlds, places, people and times that I could explore or escape to as I was reading them. They represented entertainment and education. They represented the opportunity to expand my mind through the words of others, and they represented ideas, beliefs and feelings that I could examine, investigate and absorb or discard as I determined,
They had a children's section that held twice as many books as my school library, and that section was only a small corner portion of the entire building. The best part, though, was that with my mom's signature on my library card, I could check out books from EVERY section of the library (with the exception, of course, of the reference section where books were not typically allowed to leave the building), which opened vast vistas for exploration that my school library could not offer, since its borders stopped at a sixth-grade level.
Through the 45 years since that first visit, I have held library cards in every community in which I have resided and have continuously taken advantage of the opportunities their contents and services offered. This week I'll be visiting the public library in my new community, as I have already done several times since we arrived here almost a year ago. I hope you will visit yours as well.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Portland, OR Bookstore Will Take Your Kindle as Trade
The Microcosm zine and book store in Portland Oregon is offering to take unwanted Kindles in exchange for books.
Their offer is simple; if you received or bought a Kindle and have a real preference for books over the eReader, bring it in and they will trade you the value of the Kindle for like value in paper books and magazines. Consider bringing a friend to help haul your exchanges out because, as they state, "...most of the store's books are priced in the $2-$6 range so with a $139-$189 trade-in (note: going retail for the Kindle at Amazon's site) you might be carrying your books out in a fleet of wheelbarrows!"
As I explained to two of my friends on Facebook the other day, I read both "real" books, newspapers and magazines as well as eReader versions. I don't believe anyone could accuse me of not loving "real" books. If you come to my cabin you will find that my library overflows out of my office and onto bookshelves throughout the home. Hallways, stair landings, and bedrooms show ample evidence of my love for books made of paper.
On the other hand, the convenience of an eReader is hard to beat in a couple of categories. I can take multiple books with me when I travel, which works out well for someone who is typically reading at least 2 books (sometimes 3 or 4) and various magazines and newspapers at the same time. If there is a book I want to read and I am not near a bookstore, I can download an eBook version immediately and start reading; instant gratification (or information availability).
Last night I wanted to read the next book in a series I have been enjoying, but the paper version was not available. I found a .pdf version, converted it to my eReader format and now am enjoying the continuation of the series without interruption. I might have waited months for a paper version but can now enjoy the rest of the author's storyline immediately.
But if you, for whatever reasons, don't want your Kindle, then Microcosm zine and book store is waiting to give you a real deal and get you back into "real" books.
Their offer is simple; if you received or bought a Kindle and have a real preference for books over the eReader, bring it in and they will trade you the value of the Kindle for like value in paper books and magazines. Consider bringing a friend to help haul your exchanges out because, as they state, "...most of the store's books are priced in the $2-$6 range so with a $139-$189 trade-in (note: going retail for the Kindle at Amazon's site) you might be carrying your books out in a fleet of wheelbarrows!"
As I explained to two of my friends on Facebook the other day, I read both "real" books, newspapers and magazines as well as eReader versions. I don't believe anyone could accuse me of not loving "real" books. If you come to my cabin you will find that my library overflows out of my office and onto bookshelves throughout the home. Hallways, stair landings, and bedrooms show ample evidence of my love for books made of paper.
On the other hand, the convenience of an eReader is hard to beat in a couple of categories. I can take multiple books with me when I travel, which works out well for someone who is typically reading at least 2 books (sometimes 3 or 4) and various magazines and newspapers at the same time. If there is a book I want to read and I am not near a bookstore, I can download an eBook version immediately and start reading; instant gratification (or information availability).
Last night I wanted to read the next book in a series I have been enjoying, but the paper version was not available. I found a .pdf version, converted it to my eReader format and now am enjoying the continuation of the series without interruption. I might have waited months for a paper version but can now enjoy the rest of the author's storyline immediately.
But if you, for whatever reasons, don't want your Kindle, then Microcosm zine and book store is waiting to give you a real deal and get you back into "real" books.
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Book Quote
"Books are becoming everything to me. If I had at this moment any choice of life, I would bury myself in one of those immense libraries and never pass a waking hour without a book." - Thomas B. Macaulay
Sunday, December 5, 2010
New York Times' 100 Notable Books of 2010
Today's New York Times Sunday Book Review section carries their list of 100 Notable Books of 2010. I note with some dismay that I can find not one of their chosen tomes in my own list of books I have read this past year (see my "What I've Read In 2010" sidebar on my blog site), but I see several in their list that I intend to read in 2011. I'm particularly interested in "How To Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe
", "American Subversive
", "The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks
" and "Life
."
Almost as interesting as NYT's choices is their Books Blog post of November 24, 2010 explaining HOW the 100 are chosen. However, it's not the explanation of their methodology (which is, as they freely admit, rather subjective) that holds my interest; rather, it is the comments that contain the titles of books NOT included which piques my interest. That and the fact that only 18 people commented.
Have you read any of the New York Times' 100 Notable Books of 2010?
Almost as interesting as NYT's choices is their Books Blog post of November 24, 2010 explaining HOW the 100 are chosen. However, it's not the explanation of their methodology (which is, as they freely admit, rather subjective) that holds my interest; rather, it is the comments that contain the titles of books NOT included which piques my interest. That and the fact that only 18 people commented.
Have you read any of the New York Times' 100 Notable Books of 2010?
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The World's Greatest Bookshops
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Lonely Planet posted their list of the World's Greatest Bookshops a couple of days ago. Obviously, their choices would be subjective and may not always be what you or I would designate as a great bookshop, but their qualifier, "...here are our picks for the best spots to browse, buy, hang out, find sanctuary among the shelves, rave about your favourite writers and meet book-loving characters." helps ease our sense of disagreement.
I have never visited any of the bookshops they choose and have been physically close to only one of their 10 choices. Two of my largest regrets in visiting Paris, France were not visiting The Catacombs and not stopping in to at least browse through Shakespeare & Company. But at least I always have a valid reason to return, right?
Have you been to any of the 10 bookshops listed by Lonely Planet? Are there any bookshops not on the list you have visited that you believe should be included?
I have never visited any of the bookshops they choose and have been physically close to only one of their 10 choices. Two of my largest regrets in visiting Paris, France were not visiting The Catacombs and not stopping in to at least browse through Shakespeare & Company. But at least I always have a valid reason to return, right?
Have you been to any of the 10 bookshops listed by Lonely Planet? Are there any bookshops not on the list you have visited that you believe should be included?
Sunday, September 27, 2009
What Book Introduced You To Science Fiction?
Over at SF Signal, they have posted an interesting piece where they ask several (mostly) writers of science fiction the question, "What Book Introduced You to Science Fiction?"
It's kind of satisfying to see that most of them began with books and authors that are considered to be the cream of the crop when it comes to science fiction. Authors like Heinlein, Norton, Bradbury, Asimov and Bova, or books like A Wrinkle In Time and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
I was also happy to see that two of the authors responded that the book(s) that introduced them to science fiction were the same as the books that introduced ME to science fiction at the tender age of 7. I say books because I don't remember the specific title of the first one I read, but it was a Tom Swift book and I eventually read ALL the titles in that Tom Swift series. It may have been "Tom Swift and His Flying Lab" (pictured), but I can't be absolutely sure. It wasn't long after that when I moved on to Robert A. Heinlein, Ray Bradbury and others, but it was young Tom Swift who first introduced me to science fiction.
Did you know the "Taser" was inspired by one of Tom Swift's fictional inventions?
It's kind of satisfying to see that most of them began with books and authors that are considered to be the cream of the crop when it comes to science fiction. Authors like Heinlein, Norton, Bradbury, Asimov and Bova, or books like A Wrinkle In Time and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

Did you know the "Taser" was inspired by one of Tom Swift's fictional inventions?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Closing Some Tabs
Too many tabs open in Firefox so it's time to say a bit about them and get them closed.
My friend Michelle wrote a great article about sci-fi themed lodging around the world.
If you are a user of Gmail, GoogleDocs, GoogleCalendar or any of the other free apps that the "Don't be evil" giant offers and ever think the day may come when you'd like to move your data from Google...well Google is ahead of you. They have formed Data Liberation with an eye toward you freeing your data so you can move it into or out of Google whenever you're ready.
About 10 days ago Twitter announced changes to its Terms of Service and Mashable-The Social Media Guide promptly predicted the 10 People You Won't See on Twitter Anymore. I know WilW is much happier.
Over at DIYPhotography.net readers were asked to submit their favorite photography book selections. When the votes were all tallied, the results became 10 Photography Book Recommendations By DIYP Readers. I own several books on photography, but it just so happens I do not own a single one of the recommended books. I believe that may explain my lack of photography skills. Amazon Wish List, here I come!
I happened to catch a bit of "Glee" the other night because Cindy asked me to DVR it so she could see guest star Josh Groban (who didn't even appear until the last 8 minutes). I don't understand the appeal of this show. In my opinion, the Sears Blue Crew commercial was more entertaining.
My friend Michelle wrote a great article about sci-fi themed lodging around the world.
If you are a user of Gmail, GoogleDocs, GoogleCalendar or any of the other free apps that the "Don't be evil" giant offers and ever think the day may come when you'd like to move your data from Google...well Google is ahead of you. They have formed Data Liberation with an eye toward you freeing your data so you can move it into or out of Google whenever you're ready.
About 10 days ago Twitter announced changes to its Terms of Service and Mashable-The Social Media Guide promptly predicted the 10 People You Won't See on Twitter Anymore. I know WilW is much happier.
Over at DIYPhotography.net readers were asked to submit their favorite photography book selections. When the votes were all tallied, the results became 10 Photography Book Recommendations By DIYP Readers. I own several books on photography, but it just so happens I do not own a single one of the recommended books. I believe that may explain my lack of photography skills. Amazon Wish List, here I come!
I happened to catch a bit of "Glee" the other night because Cindy asked me to DVR it so she could see guest star Josh Groban (who didn't even appear until the last 8 minutes). I don't understand the appeal of this show. In my opinion, the Sears Blue Crew commercial was more entertaining.
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Friday, September 18, 2009
Happy Birthday, June Foray


Happy Birthday, June Foray, and a wish for many more.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
First Annual National Bookstore Day
Back in June, Publisher's Weekly announced their plans for the First Annual National Bookstore Day to be held on Saturday, November 7, 2009.
Today, PW released further information about plans and participants, as well as suggested ideas to help make the observance of the first annual National Bookstore Day, "a day devoted to celebrating bookselling and the vibrant culture of bookstores." PW is also planning to publish an upcoming list of participating bookstores and is in negotiation with book publishers to see if they will offer special promotional discounts on some of their titles. Any bookstores with ideas for promotional observations are urged to share their plans and any authors who are planning to participate are also asked to keep PW advised so that they can promote the local or regional events through their various online and print publications.
Frankly, I was kind of surprised to realize that such an observance wasn't already in place. As much as I love books, bookstores and reading, you would think I would have been aware that we were lacking such an important and natural observance. But I didn't, much to my chagrin. Anyway, I'm looking forward to National Bookstore Day and hoping for lots of participation in the industry.

Frankly, I was kind of surprised to realize that such an observance wasn't already in place. As much as I love books, bookstores and reading, you would think I would have been aware that we were lacking such an important and natural observance. But I didn't, much to my chagrin. Anyway, I'm looking forward to National Bookstore Day and hoping for lots of participation in the industry.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Twitter Marketing - Book Review


Weber begins by answering the universal question asked by people new to Tweeting, "What good is Twitter?" and points out the benefits to both your personal life (after all, Twitter IS a social media tool) and to your business life, especially if you're in business for yourself. Weber shares a few success stories of businesses that have successfully used Twitter to increase their sales, client base and business presence, just to whet your appetite for what Twitter can help you accomplish.
Before getting into the basics of Twitter, Weber advises those new to the application to stop and think about "why" they want to use this application, pointing out that this simple few moments of reflection will help the user to get off to a good start in using Twitter to his or her best advantage.
After covering the basics of what Twitter does, how to set up an account, how to get the most out of your profile, how to search for people to follow and how to begin sending out Tweets, Weber explains how to personalize your Twitter home page and make it another marketing tool, and how to use several third-party applications to enhance your Twitter experience.
The meat of this book is the marketing aspect and how to build your following. There are certain steps that should be followed and they are all laid out here for the reader's benefit. Weber gives both some common-sense suggestions and some specific guidelines that may not occur to everyone, especially new users who are unfamiliar with what Twitter or some third-party applications can do to enhance marketing efforts.
Twitter Marketing: Promote Yourself and Your Business on Earth's Hottest Social Network by Steve Weber is 114 pages of easy to understand guidelines and suggestions for using Twitter to market your business or personal brand. Published by Weber Books, it has a list price of $14.95 and is available from Amazon at a discount price of $13.45. I've begun to implement some of the ideas in one of my other Twitter accounts and can heartily recommend Twitter Marketing.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Shelfari - Neil Gaiman's Library
Over at Shelfari, a social media site for booklovers, they have started a new feature on their blog where they will ask some of their (and our) favorite authors about books on their shelves. The first author they thought of is one of my favorites, Neil Gaiman. But instead of asking about books on his shelves, they asked if they could take photos of his library. Below is just ONE photo of ONE section.

A couple of weeks ago I was reading about the passing of one of Mr. Gaiman's cats, Pod, in her sleep from old age. Lorraine wrote about it in her blog and referred to Pod as "one of Boss's Library Cats" which I found quite endearing. I could not help but try to imagine what Mr. Gaiman's library might look like and so now am very glad to actually see this great writer's library.
The old adage "A writer must first be a reader" is obviously true in Mr. Gaiman's case. I could not find a count of how many volumes are in his library, but it is obviously in the thousands, if not tens of thousands.
Here are the high-res photos, if you'd like to gaze longingly at the individual titles. Right now though, you'll have to excuse me as I need to go wipe the drool off my chin.
Oh, before I go, if you want to be a Shelfari-friend of mine, here is the link to my shelf.
P.S. Right after I posted the above I came across a new post of photos of Mr. Gaiman's upstairs reference library. I need a mop.

A couple of weeks ago I was reading about the passing of one of Mr. Gaiman's cats, Pod, in her sleep from old age. Lorraine wrote about it in her blog and referred to Pod as "one of Boss's Library Cats" which I found quite endearing. I could not help but try to imagine what Mr. Gaiman's library might look like and so now am very glad to actually see this great writer's library.
The old adage "A writer must first be a reader" is obviously true in Mr. Gaiman's case. I could not find a count of how many volumes are in his library, but it is obviously in the thousands, if not tens of thousands.
Here are the high-res photos, if you'd like to gaze longingly at the individual titles. Right now though, you'll have to excuse me as I need to go wipe the drool off my chin.
Oh, before I go, if you want to be a Shelfari-friend of mine, here is the link to my shelf.
P.S. Right after I posted the above I came across a new post of photos of Mr. Gaiman's upstairs reference library. I need a mop.
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
The Art Of Life 2
Before I begin, Happy 30th birthday to my step-son.
I should catch up on my life here a bit over the past week or so. Part 1 is here and this is part 2.
This past Friday I took my friend Dave to lunch in honor of his birthday. Thankfully, he picked one of my favorite places, Gator's Dockside, (I love their Gator Chips!) in West Orlando to eat at AND as an added bonus asked if his brother Dan could join us. Like my own brother Mark, Dan seems to always be able to make me laugh so I welcomed his company. That's Dan on the left and Dave on the right, or as he said to me after he saw the photo, "We look like those prawns in the District 9 movie!" Sorry buddy, I can't do anything about your genes.
Dave is a big fan of the comic book character Hawkeye. For the past few years I have actively searched for an affordable statue of Hawkeye that Dave could place on his shelf. This year I finally found one at Coliseum of Comics in Fashion Square Mall. Much like my lunch on Monday with Denise, we spent our time catching up with each other's lives, though since Dave doesn't do much e-mail, doesn't read my blog and doesn't use Facebook or Twitter we had a lot more ground to cover. Dave's kind of a slow adopter. He didn't really start using e-mail until a couple of years ago and still only uses it sparingly. He'll probably get around to Facebook and Twitter in a few years, after they've been replaced by the next big thing.
Friday evening after she got off work, Cindy and I went to a quick dinner at The Earl of Sandwich in Downtown Disney, then to see "The Time Traveler's Wife" at the AMC theater in Pleasure Island. I read the book about 4 years ago and enjoyed it. In what is a very rare occurrence with me, I actually enjoyed the movie version more than the book version. The film handled the sometimes confusing time shifts in a very understandable manner and stars Eric Bana and Rachel McAdams truly made this movie and story have the emotional impact that touched the hearts of the audience. Cindy was crying, but as we were leaving one poor woman was sobbing.
While we're on the subject of leaving the theater, here's a mildly amusing story at my expense. It was raining Friday evening, so when we sat down in our seats I leaned our umbrella against the back of the seat in front of me. During the previews it fell and made a loud "thud" when it hit the floor. Cindy was watching the screen and didn't see that happen. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Was that your iPhone falling out of its holster?" and I told her, "No, it was the umbrella." When the movie ended I picked up the umbrella and when we reached the exit doors I, as is my habit whenever leaving someplace, reached to my hip to be sure my phone was there and found my holster empty. I turned to rush back into the theater as Cindy called out, "I TOLD you I heard your phone fall!"
Pushing against the flow of people still filing out of the theater, I made my way to our seats in the still-darkened room and first felt the seat itself, hoping the phone had not fallen through to what I knew would be a dirty, nasty floor. But no such luck; the phone was not in the seat or in the area between the seat and the armrest. That meant I had no choice but to get down on my hands and knees to feel around the area under the seats, which was not just dark but pitch black...the same color as my iPhone and its rubberized case. After blindly feeling every square inch of yucky floor under each of our seats and coming up, well not exactly empty-handed but with no phone, I expanded my hand-feeling to the floor on each side and behind our seats. Still no luck with the phone but I did find a wad of gum, a puddle of sticky coke (the drink, not the drug) and a quarter with some kind of crusty material on it as well as several other items of indistinguishable origin. It's just about this time, as I'm thinking, "I wish Cindy would call my phone so it would light up and I could see it" that my phone does indeed start ringing with her distinctive ringtone. I hear it and it's nearby, so very close judging by the volume, but still I cannot see the face lighting up in the darkness. I'm just about in the middle of asking myself, "Did it fall face down...?" when I suddenly realize why the ringing is so close. It's because the damn phone is in my shirt pocket where I ALWAYS put my phone during a movie so I can retrieve it quickly if a call or text message comes through. It's been in my shirt pocket the entire movie and, of course, during my entire frantic search through a darkened floor area that is almost too nasty to even walk across with shoes on.
This getting old and forgetting things stuff really sucks.
I should catch up on my life here a bit over the past week or so. Part 1 is here and this is part 2.



While we're on the subject of leaving the theater, here's a mildly amusing story at my expense. It was raining Friday evening, so when we sat down in our seats I leaned our umbrella against the back of the seat in front of me. During the previews it fell and made a loud "thud" when it hit the floor. Cindy was watching the screen and didn't see that happen. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Was that your iPhone falling out of its holster?" and I told her, "No, it was the umbrella." When the movie ended I picked up the umbrella and when we reached the exit doors I, as is my habit whenever leaving someplace, reached to my hip to be sure my phone was there and found my holster empty. I turned to rush back into the theater as Cindy called out, "I TOLD you I heard your phone fall!"
Pushing against the flow of people still filing out of the theater, I made my way to our seats in the still-darkened room and first felt the seat itself, hoping the phone had not fallen through to what I knew would be a dirty, nasty floor. But no such luck; the phone was not in the seat or in the area between the seat and the armrest. That meant I had no choice but to get down on my hands and knees to feel around the area under the seats, which was not just dark but pitch black...the same color as my iPhone and its rubberized case. After blindly feeling every square inch of yucky floor under each of our seats and coming up, well not exactly empty-handed but with no phone, I expanded my hand-feeling to the floor on each side and behind our seats. Still no luck with the phone but I did find a wad of gum, a puddle of sticky coke (the drink, not the drug) and a quarter with some kind of crusty material on it as well as several other items of indistinguishable origin. It's just about this time, as I'm thinking, "I wish Cindy would call my phone so it would light up and I could see it" that my phone does indeed start ringing with her distinctive ringtone. I hear it and it's nearby, so very close judging by the volume, but still I cannot see the face lighting up in the darkness. I'm just about in the middle of asking myself, "Did it fall face down...?" when I suddenly realize why the ringing is so close. It's because the damn phone is in my shirt pocket where I ALWAYS put my phone during a movie so I can retrieve it quickly if a call or text message comes through. It's been in my shirt pocket the entire movie and, of course, during my entire frantic search through a darkened floor area that is almost too nasty to even walk across with shoes on.
This getting old and forgetting things stuff really sucks.
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Art Of Penguin Science Fiction
One of my RSS feeds caused me to stumble across this really (if you read a lot of science fiction books in the mid-60's to mid-70's as I did) interesting site. The Art Of Penguin Science Fiction site is a collection of the covers of science fiction books published by Penguin Books over the years.
I recognize several of these covers. From the time I was 8 or so, I practically devoured any kind of science fiction book I could get my hands on. When I exhausted the available titles in my elementary school library, my mom took me to the public library to get my own library card. I think I've mentioned here before that when I walked into the brand new public library near our home that I thought I had stepped into the best place on earth; books and books and books.
This cover on the page really jumped out at me. I had this book at one point in my young life (and many of the others, either in the incarnation shown or with different covers), and enjoyed the story because it dealt with one of my favorite themes, time travel, and reminded me of stories by Heinlein or Huxley as it explored social and philosophical questions.
But this cover stands out for a very different reason; one that has nothing to do with the story but instead with the design illustration. I don't remember if I found this book in the library, bookstore or yard sale, but I do remember that my first thought when I laid eyes on the cover was a rather crude one, before I took in the entirety of the illustration.
I'll re-word it for this post in order not to offend the sensibilities of some of my good readers.
"That guy is emitting flatulence!"
Yes, I did not immediately notice the contraption he was riding, like a mechanized witch's broom, but only noticed the gaseous exhaust that seemed to be originating from his backside. My young mind (awww, who am I kidding? It's the same today, lol) gravitated to the base (yet humorous, some would say) thought that this guy was, as my parents used to say, "pooting" on the cover of this book.
Take a look at this collection and see if you recognize the covers of any books you have read. And if you, like me, initially saw something different...well just chalk it up to youthful exuberance.
I recognize several of these covers. From the time I was 8 or so, I practically devoured any kind of science fiction book I could get my hands on. When I exhausted the available titles in my elementary school library, my mom took me to the public library to get my own library card. I think I've mentioned here before that when I walked into the brand new public library near our home that I thought I had stepped into the best place on earth; books and books and books.

But this cover stands out for a very different reason; one that has nothing to do with the story but instead with the design illustration. I don't remember if I found this book in the library, bookstore or yard sale, but I do remember that my first thought when I laid eyes on the cover was a rather crude one, before I took in the entirety of the illustration.
I'll re-word it for this post in order not to offend the sensibilities of some of my good readers.
"That guy is emitting flatulence!"
Yes, I did not immediately notice the contraption he was riding, like a mechanized witch's broom, but only noticed the gaseous exhaust that seemed to be originating from his backside. My young mind (awww, who am I kidding? It's the same today, lol) gravitated to the base (yet humorous, some would say) thought that this guy was, as my parents used to say, "pooting" on the cover of this book.
Take a look at this collection and see if you recognize the covers of any books you have read. And if you, like me, initially saw something different...well just chalk it up to youthful exuberance.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Second Novel By "The Time Traveler's Wife" Authoress Due In Fall

We also began talking about whether the authoress, Audrey Niffenegger, had published anything else since "The Time Traveler's Wife" but neither of us were aware of any of any other books by her coming out during the intervening years. So today I did some online research and discovered that she actually has a second novel entitled "Her Fearful Symmetry" set to hit bookstore shelves this September or October.
"Her Fearful Symmetry" is a supernatural story about twins who inherit an apartment near a London cemetery. They become involved in the lives of the other residents in the building and the ghost of their aunt. Ghosts, a cemetery and London; all the ingredients for the possibility of another great book from this multi-talented writer. I'm looking forward to reading her second published work.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
NEW! Wi-Fi Now FREE At Barnes & Noble

Monday, July 27, 2009
Another Black Mark Against Borders Books
A while back Borders pissed me off by firing a friend of mine (Hey Rhon!) and then a few months ago they made it personal and REALLY pissed me off by suddenly changing how they deal with coupons while I was trying to make a purchase...so much so that I left my entire and substantial stack of books sitting on their counter and walked out of the store. I haven't been in one of their stores since, choosing to take my book-buying dollars to Barnes & Noble, Books-A-Million, Independent bookstores and Amazon rather than patronize a company that seems hell bent on making bad decisions.
Now they've done it again.
In an effort, it seems, to stop information about how their company is heading down the tubes, Borders appears to be prohibiting any employees from blogging, podcasting or posting anything in general that reflects negatively on the company by trying to get employees to sign a "non-blogging" contract.
Pissing off your customers with horrible customer service and pissing off your employees by restricting their right to free expression when they're not disclosing proprietary company secrets, is a sign that you're not long for the retail book business.
Now they've done it again.
In an effort, it seems, to stop information about how their company is heading down the tubes, Borders appears to be prohibiting any employees from blogging, podcasting or posting anything in general that reflects negatively on the company by trying to get employees to sign a "non-blogging" contract.
Pissing off your customers with horrible customer service and pissing off your employees by restricting their right to free expression when they're not disclosing proprietary company secrets, is a sign that you're not long for the retail book business.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The Horse Boy - Book Review
Most regular readers know that my beloved grandson, Mikey, was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome several years ago. Asperger's is a part of what is known as the "Autism Spectrum" and is located on the higher functioning portion of that spectrum. Mikey is extremely intelligent and unusually intuitive about certain things, but does have difficulty with social behavior and fitting in to the "norms" of social behavior as well as processing large or loud amounts of images and/or sounds, and has the tendency to become obsessive about certain subjects and actions.
Although it never seems to be enough for me, I spend a lot of time researching autism in general and Asperger's in particular, searching for knowledge to help me understand and deal with what my grandson lives with each day, and for information that may help him as he learns to cope with a world that he sees in a much different way than I do. He is 8 years old now and has begun to realize that he is "different" from other kids in his school. Knowing how unthinking and unfiltered kids can be in their words, I'm sure that he has already, along with his other "special" classmates, been subjected to comments that he and they are "stupid", "slow", "weird" and any number of other disparaging terms. I have surmised this from some recent depression he has experienced and a voicing of things about himself that he has never heard from his mom, dad or other family members.
But this post is not about Mikey, per se, but rather about a book I recently read because of him. A few months back I heard about a "therapy" for autistic, ADD and Asperger's children that involved horses. This therapy goes by several different labels such as "Equine Therapy", "Equine Facilitated Learning" and "Hippotherapy" but it all boils down to some seemingly great strides (no pun intended) that these children and their parents have seen after working with horses. In my searches for information about this therapy I came across a book, written by a father of a seriously autistic child, titled "The Horse Boy."
I happen to mention in one of my tweets on Twitter that I was looking forward to buying the book and seeing if this true story might contain something that would be helpful to Mikey. Amazingly, a few minutes after posting that Tweet, a member of the staff of Little Brown, the publisher of the book, sent me a tweet graciously asking if I would be interested in a review copy. I gratefully accepted their offer and a few days after sending them my snail mail address the copy arrived in the mail at home. Cindy included it in one of the "care packages" that she sends me when I'm on the road and a few days later it was in my hands.

"The Horse Boy" is subtitled, "A Father's Quest To Heal His Son" and I think that is the bedrock foundation of the entire story. Not that his son's autism isn't a major theme; it is, but it is more suffused with the belief of the father that he MUST make this quest to try and bring healing or what he feels would be healing to his son.
Rupert Isaacson was a writer and his wife Kristin a psychologist when their son Rowan, named after a tree in old British folktales that represented white magic, was born in Austin Texas in December of 2001. When Rowan was 18 months old, Kristin, who had training in child development, began to be a little worried when her son did not exhibit typical behaviors that most children do during that time in their development. After another year when little improvement came and instead the usual withdrawing that takes place with autistic children manifested itself, they suspected that Rowan might be autistic. Six months later, when Rowan was a little over 3 years of age, doctors completed their tests and told the Isaacson's that their son was indeed autistic.
Rupert had been an accomplished horseman when he was younger and growing up in England. In fact, one of the reasons he and Kristin had eventually settled in Austin was so that he could again enjoy horseback riding and perhaps teach Rowan as he grew, whenever Rupert was home from his travel writing career. Now, it seemed to Rupert that Rowan would never share his father's love of horses.
During an accidental meeting one day with a neighbor's horse, Rupert is astonished to see the great creature gently react to Rowan's typical hyperactive state and the possible connections begin to be made in Rupert's mind. Shortly after this, Kristin and Rowan accompany Rupert on a visit to some Kalahari Desert Bushmen who have come to visit the UN and Rowan gets his first exposure to shamans, the spiritual leaders of some of the tribes. His behavior changes radically in their presence and Rupert is genuinely intrigued.
As the story progresses Rowan displays more and more reactions to the horse, Betsy, and Rupert begins investigating a group of Mongolian shamans that his Bushmen friends have mentioned to him. Before long, despite Kristin's reluctance, Rupert has arranged to travel to Mongolia with a cameraman and sound technician to film the journey and any possible outcome, as well as for him to write about the experience. Thereafter the majority of the book is about their travel by van and then by horse across the wild, untamed land of Mongolia. Several interesting things happen along the way and at the end of their journey, carrying over to their return home to Austin.
This was a good read and I'm not just saying that because it was a review copy. Because my interests lie more in the areas of "Equine Therapy", "Equine Facilitated Learning" and "Hippotherapy", I would have wished the subject matter dealt with those therapies in greater detail. I'm not a spiritual man and do not put stock in such things, so the various rituals and trials they were instructed to endure by the shamans seemed ignorant and almost cruel to me, especially those things which made Rupert physically sick. But I can also understand a man, a father, doing everything he thinks might possibly work for his child's well-being. I cannot fault Rupert for his single-minded desire to do anything to help Rowan.

Isaacson also brings out an interesting thought. Two of them, in fact.
First, he posits that, rather than an abnormality, autism may be it's own type of personality. A running theme through the story is that the shamans all express to Rupert that, they too, once had the behavioral traits that Rowan possess. It may help explain Rowan's calmness around them and his even allowing them to touch him, something he would not allow anyone other than his mother and father to do. There did indeed seem to be some connection.
Second, he touches on the "cure" question. At the end of the book, Rupert states that despite all the improvements Rowan experienced, "...he has not been cured. Nor would I want him to be. To "cure" him, in terms of trying to tear the autism out, now seems to me completely wrong. Why can't he exist between the worlds...It is a rich place to be. Can Rowan keep learning the skills necessary to swim in our world while retaining the magic of his own? It seems a tangible dream."
I used to silently disagree with my daughter when she would say or write that she would not want to cure Mikey. I was not going to argue with her about it, he is her son after all, but from my perspective Mikey's life would be so much easier if he did not have to deal with the Asperger's. What I wanted was Mikey, and all the things that make up Mikey to remain, except for the Asperger's so that his life would be free of that particular hardship. This is difficult to even write and I have to keep getting up from the desk because my eyes are tearing up as I try to put this down in words. You just never want your loved ones to be hurt, whether by their own actions or especially by circumstances they have no control over. Mikey didn't ask for this, nor did his mom and dad. And for a guy who never looked at the world as being "fair" or "unfair", this seemed completely unfair to me.
But a few months ago, before ever reading this book and Isaacson's words above, I came to the realization that it was ridiculous to imagine a Mikey without the Asperger's. Mikey is who he is and all those things that are a part of him, even the Asperger's, are what make him Mikey. I would not love him any more without the Asperger's and I certainly do not love him any less because of it. My daughter showed much more wisdom than her old man did on this one, but I'm glad I could find my way to this truth.
But that truth does not preclude me from continuing to seek ways and means for Mikey to have tools to help him cope with this world that does not always understand him. Whatever I can do to make things easier for him, I feel like I have to do. To not do so would mean he does not mean all that he does to me.
Even if you have no connection to the subject matter, I recommend "The Horse Boy" as an excellent story of a father, faults and all just like the rest of us, taking up the quest to heal his son. And for those of you who remember the mention of the camera and sound men who accompanied them, the film is scheduled to be out in theaters in the Fall of this year.
Although it never seems to be enough for me, I spend a lot of time researching autism in general and Asperger's in particular, searching for knowledge to help me understand and deal with what my grandson lives with each day, and for information that may help him as he learns to cope with a world that he sees in a much different way than I do. He is 8 years old now and has begun to realize that he is "different" from other kids in his school. Knowing how unthinking and unfiltered kids can be in their words, I'm sure that he has already, along with his other "special" classmates, been subjected to comments that he and they are "stupid", "slow", "weird" and any number of other disparaging terms. I have surmised this from some recent depression he has experienced and a voicing of things about himself that he has never heard from his mom, dad or other family members.

I happen to mention in one of my tweets on Twitter that I was looking forward to buying the book and seeing if this true story might contain something that would be helpful to Mikey. Amazingly, a few minutes after posting that Tweet, a member of the staff of Little Brown, the publisher of the book, sent me a tweet graciously asking if I would be interested in a review copy. I gratefully accepted their offer and a few days after sending them my snail mail address the copy arrived in the mail at home. Cindy included it in one of the "care packages" that she sends me when I'm on the road and a few days later it was in my hands.

"The Horse Boy" is subtitled, "A Father's Quest To Heal His Son" and I think that is the bedrock foundation of the entire story. Not that his son's autism isn't a major theme; it is, but it is more suffused with the belief of the father that he MUST make this quest to try and bring healing or what he feels would be healing to his son.

Rupert had been an accomplished horseman when he was younger and growing up in England. In fact, one of the reasons he and Kristin had eventually settled in Austin was so that he could again enjoy horseback riding and perhaps teach Rowan as he grew, whenever Rupert was home from his travel writing career. Now, it seemed to Rupert that Rowan would never share his father's love of horses.


This was a good read and I'm not just saying that because it was a review copy. Because my interests lie more in the areas of "Equine Therapy", "Equine Facilitated Learning" and "Hippotherapy", I would have wished the subject matter dealt with those therapies in greater detail. I'm not a spiritual man and do not put stock in such things, so the various rituals and trials they were instructed to endure by the shamans seemed ignorant and almost cruel to me, especially those things which made Rupert physically sick. But I can also understand a man, a father, doing everything he thinks might possibly work for his child's well-being. I cannot fault Rupert for his single-minded desire to do anything to help Rowan.

Isaacson also brings out an interesting thought. Two of them, in fact.
First, he posits that, rather than an abnormality, autism may be it's own type of personality. A running theme through the story is that the shamans all express to Rupert that, they too, once had the behavioral traits that Rowan possess. It may help explain Rowan's calmness around them and his even allowing them to touch him, something he would not allow anyone other than his mother and father to do. There did indeed seem to be some connection.
Second, he touches on the "cure" question. At the end of the book, Rupert states that despite all the improvements Rowan experienced, "...he has not been cured. Nor would I want him to be. To "cure" him, in terms of trying to tear the autism out, now seems to me completely wrong. Why can't he exist between the worlds...It is a rich place to be. Can Rowan keep learning the skills necessary to swim in our world while retaining the magic of his own? It seems a tangible dream."
I used to silently disagree with my daughter when she would say or write that she would not want to cure Mikey. I was not going to argue with her about it, he is her son after all, but from my perspective Mikey's life would be so much easier if he did not have to deal with the Asperger's. What I wanted was Mikey, and all the things that make up Mikey to remain, except for the Asperger's so that his life would be free of that particular hardship. This is difficult to even write and I have to keep getting up from the desk because my eyes are tearing up as I try to put this down in words. You just never want your loved ones to be hurt, whether by their own actions or especially by circumstances they have no control over. Mikey didn't ask for this, nor did his mom and dad. And for a guy who never looked at the world as being "fair" or "unfair", this seemed completely unfair to me.
But a few months ago, before ever reading this book and Isaacson's words above, I came to the realization that it was ridiculous to imagine a Mikey without the Asperger's. Mikey is who he is and all those things that are a part of him, even the Asperger's, are what make him Mikey. I would not love him any more without the Asperger's and I certainly do not love him any less because of it. My daughter showed much more wisdom than her old man did on this one, but I'm glad I could find my way to this truth.
But that truth does not preclude me from continuing to seek ways and means for Mikey to have tools to help him cope with this world that does not always understand him. Whatever I can do to make things easier for him, I feel like I have to do. To not do so would mean he does not mean all that he does to me.
Even if you have no connection to the subject matter, I recommend "The Horse Boy" as an excellent story of a father, faults and all just like the rest of us, taking up the quest to heal his son. And for those of you who remember the mention of the camera and sound men who accompanied them, the film is scheduled to be out in theaters in the Fall of this year.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Best-selling Author Becomes KY State Employee
Most people think that being a best-selling author means you never have financial worries again. Unfortunately that is just not the case for most authors. Unless you're a big name or you have multiple best-selling books, you're going to find that the advance runs out and the royalties are not going to be enough to keep you financially afloat.
Such is the case with Will Lavender who, even though he has had a best-selling book, finds that he needs the financial security of a steady paycheck and so has joined the ranks of state employees here in Kentucky. It's one of those reasons I think I'll stick with seeking magazine, web and short story work instead of a full-blown novel. The work is more financially lucrative AND steady if you work it like a job. And it's not nearly as long between paydays like it can be with book writing
By the way, I truly hope Mr. Lavender captures the lightning in a bottle again with the book he is working on in his off hours. I'm not sure what his writing is like, but I know his attitude is one that I admire.

By the way, I truly hope Mr. Lavender captures the lightning in a bottle again with the book he is working on in his off hours. I'm not sure what his writing is like, but I know his attitude is one that I admire.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Top 10 Books For Writers
Over on the forums of Editor Unleashed, they've been polling writers for the past two months about their favorite books for writers. Here are what they have compiled as the 10 best books for writers:
On Writing
by Stephen King
Plot & Structure
by James Scott Bell

A Dash of Style
by Noah Lukeman

Between the Lines
by Jessica Morrell

Writing the Breakout Novel
by Donald Maass

The Forest for the Trees
by Betsy Lerner

Zen in the Art of Writing
by Ray Bradbury

The Elements of Style
by William Strunk, Jr. and E.B. White

Characters & Viewpoint
by Orson Scott Card

Bird by Bird
by Anne Lamott

I am almost embarrassed to note that I have only read 3 of these 10 (though I did skim Bradbury's book in the bookstore before choosing a different tome to purchase), so I obviously have some titles to add to my Wish List now.
On Writing
by Stephen King
Plot & Structure
by James Scott Bell

A Dash of Style
by Noah Lukeman

Between the Lines
by Jessica Morrell

Writing the Breakout Novel
by Donald Maass

The Forest for the Trees
by Betsy Lerner

Zen in the Art of Writing
by Ray Bradbury

The Elements of Style
by William Strunk, Jr. and E.B. White

Characters & Viewpoint
by Orson Scott Card

Bird by Bird
by Anne Lamott

I am almost embarrassed to note that I have only read 3 of these 10 (though I did skim Bradbury's book in the bookstore before choosing a different tome to purchase), so I obviously have some titles to add to my Wish List now.
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