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Athina Athina athina — Two-time Newbery medal winner Lois Lowry is one of my favorite authors. Number the Stars, The Silent Boy and The Giver tend to be serious books, Bless This Mouse is different from her other writings. It is whimsical, delightful, humorous and down right fun. A large group of 200 plus mice live in St. Bartholemew's parish church. When the congregation and the rector discover that the population is growing, fearfully the consequence is possible extermination. In charge of the group of mice is older, wiser Hildegarde who must find a solution to save her flock. While lighter than previous books, this lovely tale happens to sneak in a philosophical message regarding the respect for all creatures great and small. This is a book with wonderful illustrations by the Caldecott Medalist Eric Rohmann. It is a quick, breezy read for a hot summer day! Recommended.

Nikita Sychev _alyasina — a little outdated, but worth reading- she was really a pioneer

Sebastian Bonelli sebastianbonelli — I have struggled to decide what I think about this book, having to give it a couple of days before reviewing. In my mind, I have gone from rating it 3 stars to rating it 5 stars (finally ending up with a compromise of 4). It is beautifully written, terrifying, frustrating, infuriating at times. It called me on some of my basic beliefs, which was rather upsetting, but also to which I should tip my hat. This is a post-apocalyptic saga written in the late 1940s. The vehicle of the apocalypse is a disease which wipes out most of the world's population, and was apparently a strong influence for Stephen King in writing The Stand, given the many details that seemed to be directly ripped off from it (the secondary kill, the wind-up record players, preventing the mentally disabled from producing halfwit children, etc.). Our hero is Ish, a young male ecologist/geographer, who manages to overcome the disease because he had rattlesnake venom in his bloodstream at the time of infection. I related to him immediately--his tendency to observe rather than participate in society, his curiosity in seeing the disaster aftermath unfold (for which an old boyfriend claimed I was a terrible person; at least I know there is one other person like that out there, fictional may he be), and of course his profession. The beginning of the book was highly entertaining for me, as Ish gets his bearings in the new world, interspersed with poetic descriptions of what is happening biologically in the world, now that man's influence has been mostly removed. One of my favorite lines: "During ten thousand years his numbers have been on the upgrade in spite of wars, pestilences, and famines. This increase in population has become more and more rapid. Biologically, man has for too long a time been rolling an uninterrupted run of sevens." Great stuff! The story follows Ish over the decades as he finds a wife and starts a tribe of survivors. He wrestles with the wisdom and necessity of keeping up the old ways of civilization, as the children born to the tribe are increasingly resistant to them. After 20 years of a happy, simple life of scavenging canned food and lounging around, Ish starts to worry that his tribe will have no survival skills for when all the goods run out, and that maybe he should have enforced his reading and writing lessons more thoroughly. This is where my brain began protesting, for a couple of reasons: 1--I would have thought that as a scientist, Ish would have been less lazy about this, and extremely concerned about preserving all of the knowledge built up by humans over their tens of thousands of years of existence. Certainly, civilization has its downsides that could stand to be discontinued, but also in that knowledge base is contained information about past mistakes and successes that could guide the survivors in reestablishing their society. By not enforcing literacy in his tribe, Ish was dooming all of this gathered knowledge to obscurity, and making their lives unnecessarily difficult in the end. 2--I am not a social scientist by any means, but I found it incredibly difficult to swallow the survivors' rapid "de"-volution and ignorance of the very recent past. Sure, Ish asserted that the other survivors of his generation were not the brightest bulbs in the shed, but you would think that they would continue to read books to their children, educate them in some way, and tell them about the world prior to the disaster. By the time Ish was an old man (about 70 years post-disaster), the young people already thought he was a god, that the "Americans" created the Earth and the sun, and there was no longer any written language. I find this preposterous. Or maybe, I just do not WANT this to be the case. My other major, major problem with the book was its treatment of women. It was almost like reading the Bible, with how small a part they played and how they were regarded. They were for the most part empty-headed vessels expected to bear children. Even Ish's own wife, whom he commended for being courageous and peaceful, was dismissed as being stupid. The sharp, religion-refusing Jeanie was dismissed as being adorable and feisty. When pondering the future of the tribe and who might be its leader, Ish never even considers any of the daughters. It makes me wonder whether Stewart really was this dismissive of women (it was the 40s, after all), or if he really thought this is the way society would be after a disaster, reverting to its caveman days. In the end, Ish lets go of his preoccupation with maintaining the norms of our previous civilization and is at peace with the fact that humans will evolve and find their way, as they always have. Though I was still sore at the whole illiteracy thing, I had to admit that this was a well-fitting end.

Olivia Mack oliviamack — Easily in my top 3 of all time. This novel is remarkable and by far the best thing released in the last twenty years. Color comes at you from the pages so hard it leaves knuckle marks on your face. Chabon is sickeningly gifted and the envy of anyone who wishes to write. These characters seep into your skin, you can practically hear them breathing in your ear as you read, they are so alive; his metaphors border on ingenious, his storytelling is masterful. Read this book.