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Chris Madden imajcreativegroup — Review posted here: http://offbeatvagabond.blogspot.com/2011/09/indie-book-review-last-ride-of-reverse.html I was given the opportunity to review this book a few weeks ago from the author himself. I have never heard of this author or this book, so I was surprised to have been asked. But now I am ashamed that I haven’t heard of it sooner. This book was sexy, scary and downright thrilling. The Last Ride of the Reverse Cowgirls is a book full of werewolves, vampires, wizards, and other things that go bump in the night that roam the streets. Our main character, Andy Sutton, is a cop for the supernatural and he is a werewolf. He specializes in catching the supernatural in his realm and he travels to our world to catch a wizard acting like an idiot. But that is nothing compared to the vampire who is roaming free. He seduces and kills women during very passionate moments. Not only that, but he is also cleaning out their bank accounts and no one knows how he is able to do it without even leaving a trace. Andy needs to catch him before humans find out what is really going on and before even more women die. Wow, what a surprise this was. So action packed and unexpected. I loved our characters. Andy was a great lead character. He takes his job seriously and he has his own demons to face, both literally and figuratively. Being on a first name basis with the devil himself is really not a good start. His “boss”, Scanton, has an agenda and he doesn’t trust him. Scanton also happens to be best friends with the devil. But Andy knows the man will use what is left of his family against him, so that is why he is sort of powerless against him.. Andy can’t see his family because he faked his death. They can’t find out what he is. Also Andy has a girlfriend, but he meets Isabella, the human detective that wants to catch the serial killer as much as he does. He has to battle with his feelings for her. One thing this book did that I liked but at the same time didn’t like was when we followed our villain’s side. We actually don’t get much point of view from the vampire even though he is the serial killer. Everything we see is through the vampire’s right hand man, Stepan. He is human and does everything the vampire asks him too. He has a track record of stealing from people and he is very good at it. I liked that we got things from his point of view. How he doesn’t like being the vampire’s pet, but knows he would easily be destroyed. We see that it is him that is the real brains behind the operation. I love where the story goes between him and the vampire. Stepan can’t have his own life while being the vampire’s pet and things take a turn when Stepan finds a woman he falls for and knows what could happen if the vampire ever found her. The plot got more and more complicated with each chapter from both the protagonist and antagonist. Their stories flowed well together, but the book truly could have been split and either story would have been just as satisfying. We see how both of these men are suffering from the world’s they have been forced into. Stepan couldn’t defeat the vampire, so he didn’t have much say about being “friends” with a serial killer. Andy was turned into a werewolf when he didn’t want to be one. I thought Anderson did a good job showing the dynamics between these characters. Overall, this was a pretty great read. The world, well worlds, Anderson has created were incredible. This book would have been just as great even without the paranormal aspect, so if the supernatural isn’t your thing, you would still enjoy this. The ending to this book had me reeling, in a good way. The only things that would make me upset is if Anderson didn’t make a sequel to this. Please do, Mr. Anderson. If don’t I will cry and I look ugly when I cry, you don’t want that on your hands do you? Nonetheless, get this book. It is so worth the ride. No pun intended (okay, maybe a little).

Anita Hajdu haanita — I enjoyed this book very much indeed. It is a tale of historical fiction, a series of tableaux or short narrations by 3 different characters, all of whom are drawn to, or love George Hardy, the Georgie of the title. Initially he is a medical student but later in the story is a practising doctor in makeshift hospitals on the battlegrounds of the Crimean War in 1853. The first 2 narrations take place in and around Liverpool city centre and also Ince Blundell (very close to my childhood home). The story is blunt and at times, uncomfortable to read. Bainbridge was a true word-smith and her ability to depict scenes and real living people and how she makes you feel as though you are there, is very palpable. She notes everything from bodily smells, textures and tones, unspoken messages in a flash of the eye, class distinction and repressed passion in a beautiful mixture of words put together brilliantly. Her style is edgy, blunt, poetic and exquisite. Pompey Jones is another of the narrators; a young working man who has had a long association with Georgie, mainly as his photographic assistant and sometimes lover. His career progresses as a professional photographer and ends up in the same battlefield as Georgie and Myrtle in the Crimea. I have always found photography and its earliest forms, very interesting so this was another sideline to the story (photographs of wounds for the local surgeons association in addition to moral boosting images one would expect). Later in the story, the plot culminates during the Crimean War where many officers took their families and wives out to live near the battlefields. A weird and frightening concept which progresses with the children being sent away but Myrtle, who adores Georgie, stays and ultimately becomes embroiled in the battle as the war worsens. She cuts her hair, becomes sunburnt, wears dead men's clothing and does everything to remain true and nearby to Georgie, the subject of her undying love. The end of this story made me shed tears and bought the horror of war and loss to a brutal conclusion in few cleverly chosen words. I would highly recommend this and am including a quote below which I think illustrates Bainbridge's haunting writing style. This passage follows Myrtle and another officer's wife coming back from riding their horses having seen two young injured solders who they now pass again to find one of them has since died where he lay: 'There's a sameness about death that makes the emotions stiffen - which is for the best, else one would be uselessly crying the day long. It's why Georgie often seems insensitive to other people's feelings. Dealing with the dying, one must either blunt the senses or go mad. The soldier wouldn't come with us, or speak. He and the dead boy stared at each other. We told him we'd send someone back to help carry the body down to the camp. He didn't seem to hear, just stood there, hugging himself. Mrs Yardley jerked the jackets from the trees and covered that purple face from view. It made no difference, the birds kept on singing and the men went on staring. Mrs Yardley wept as we continued on our way. I was thinking about a fable I'd read about a monk who every evening heard the song of a nightingale. He asked permission to go and find the bird, but the Abbot said it was not for man to listen too closely to the voice of God. One night the monk crept from his cell, entered the forest and listened for an hour to the glorious outpouring of melody. He returned to find fifty years had passed in his absence and there remained but one member of the order alive to recognise him, the rest being buried beneath the swaying poplar trees. I considered telling Mrs Yardley the story, to take her out of herself, but suddenly grew confused as to its meaning. Was it joy that had made the years fly, or was the monk being punished for disobedience? When we came out of the woods I was weeping too, for I had pushed out the monk and fitted myself into the fable, and fifty years had passed since we'd set out that morning. I looked below, at the glitter of the lake and the spread of white tents, and dwelt on how bitter life would be if someone other than Georgie was left to remember me. Then I thought of him old, his hair grown white and me still a girl, and all that love I'd given him rotting like the cherries on the dead solder's lap.'

Elif Demir elifdemir — it was good

Eni Várkonyi enivarkony32d3 — There were parts about this book of short stories that I really liked and some that I didn't. The stories were very short which made this a quick read, but some of the stories were so out there I didnt understand them. My favorites were The Octopus, UFO: A Love Story, The Girl in the Storm, and The Ferris Whee, which are short and fantastical stories that I really liked.

Nizar Nassali _izar_assaba83 — Loved this book! A look into the near past and the struggles and experiences of african-american 'helpers'.

David Cooper sammiboy59dc78 — ah, to live the life of barb and mike...

Maria Gabriela silverliniddd0 — There was a lot of hype for this book and I thought this book was only OK. I liked Little Bee's distinct voice and how she "would explain things to the girls back home." I think I would have liked the book better had it only been from her perspective since I found Sarah annoying. Glad I read it but is not one I will save to read again.