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Bradley Krebs bradleykrebs — I enjoyed this thoroughly! Bryson writes about his childhood with ease, wit, humor, and a heavy dose of nostalgia. He paints a delightfully vivid picture of growing up in Des Moines in the 1950s, something I must admit I never thought I would enjoy reading about so very much. Bryson definitely has a few years on me, but this book definitely made me think back to my own childhood and compare it to how I see children growing up today. My partner at work and I were also very recently having a similar conversation, talking about the things we were allowed to do that kids today can't. I remember being gone for hours on end. My brother and I or my friends and I would bound gleefully out of the house after school or on weekends and have whatever adventures we could cook up. We would ride bikes, play in the woods, explore the nearby bayou or arroyo, or meet local kids for a game of street kickball (with big, sharp rocks as bases). As long as we were within earshot after the streetlights came on, we were okay. If our parents worried about us being gone for so long, we never knew. We rode bikes without helmets and sat on the handlebars, older kids had younger ones lay down in the street so they could be jumped over on skateboards. We built forts and dug huge, deep holes in backyards, forests, nearby parks. We swam in creeks or neighbor's pools in the summer and went sledding in winter, all without supervision. Wild blackberries, mint, onion and honeysuckle were for eating or chewing on, with never a thought to washing them off first. Like Bryson, my brother and I chased the truck that sprayed pesticide, breathing in huge lungfuls of who knows what. Girl Scouts and Brownies still sold cookies door-to-door, often without any parents along to keep an eye on things. Parents told you not to take apples or popcorn balls at Halloween, but never went though our bags of candy to check. The big neighborhood dogs were ideal for pulling us around the block insanely fast, as we sat on skateboards and held on to the dog's leash for dear life. My brother and I had computers (TRS-80 model) and video games (Coleco-vision) growing up, (some of the newest things on the market) but I remember spending way more time outside than sitting in front of any screen. It's definitely a different world today, but Bryson does an excellent job of reminding us of how it used to be.

Himinn Oo himinn — Historical mysteries and I should go together like cake and ice cream. I'm a history fanatic and I absolutely love seeing the past brought to life. However, sometimes historical fiction writers can use a little spice in their plot, and what better way to do that than add some mystery? So about a year ago I started reading historical mysteries expecting to love them. And then was perplexed to find that over and over again, I didn't like them. Sometimes they were flat out awful (a la, Mistress of the Art of Death and Silent in the Grave). More often, they were generally good for the history but completely fell apart in the mystery department (a la, The Interpretation of Murder and The Alienist). But I KNEW that if I kept trying, I would eventually find a historical mystery I loved. For a while I feared that this was crazy, and then I stumbled across this book and glory, glory hallelujah I proved that my hopes weren't completely unfounded! I liked the history. I liked the characters. I liked the plot. I liked the mystery. I liked the entire book. It was, however, not perfect. This was a debut novel, and it felt it in places. Mostly, the pacing was off. There are two main plotlines. The first (and by far the best) centers around the reclusive natural philosopher Mr. Crowther and the assertive captain's wife Mrs. Westerman. A dead body shows up on Mrs. Westerman's country estate and she recruits Mr. Crowther to examine the body and they end up solving the murder together. The other plot takes place in London, where young Susan Adams' father is murdered. It follows Susan, her little brother and their new guardian, Mr. Graves, as they try to figure out why Mr. Adams was killed and escape getting killed themselves. Don't get me wrong, I liked Susan and Mr. Graves and the other London characters. But what I was really interested in was the Crowther/Westerman (Sussex county) plotline. The London murder was done by the same person who pulled the strings in the Sussex murder(s) and for the same reasons. It would've actually made very little difference to the Sussex plot if the action in London was never shown. And to me, it felt like every time it switched over to London I got aggravated and wanted to switch back to Sussex. Again not because there was anything wrong with the London characters/plot themselves. In fact, the history aspects and views of 1780 London were excellent; I enjoyed that the Gordon Riots (anti-Catholic uprising) were woven in. It really didn't help that it would switch back and forth between the Sussex and London plots within the same chapter with no warning. So I would have to read several sentences to figure out who was talking/if I was supposed to be in London or in Sussex, which annoyed me. It would have been much improved if each storyline was confined to its own chapter with an appropriate chapter heading. There was also actually a third plotline that should've definitely been cut. This plotline involved flashbacks to alcoholic young heir/murder suspect Hugh Thornleigh's time as a British officer in the American Revolution. Again, the history was brilliantly done. Unfortunately, the plot was irrelevant and just took away from the main (Sussex) plot. It provided no new/important information. It does give the reader a glimpse into Hugh before he became the drunken mess he is in the "current" time. It also reveals some Thornleigh secrets before they come to light in the main plot, but since they were going to be revealed anyway, it's unnecessary to have an entire subplot. And as long as I'm complaining, the villains are ridiculous. I said I liked the mystery, and I do, but the villains were incredibly one-note with either no motivation or some quickie tough-childhood made me evilz lameness thrown in. Plus, they did the whole "You found me out! Now I'm going to go batshit crazy instead of being the stone cold badass I have been up to now!" It was a bit overwrought, but it did not completely fall apart like the other historical mysteries where I felt the mystery part just went to hell in the end. And now despite the fact I gave this book 5-stars (and strongly stand by that) I have managed to do almost nothing but critique it. I nitpick out of love, I swear. There's a lot to love in this book. As I've pointed out, Robertson is incredibly talented in the historical fiction department, managing to breathe life into the past without coming on too strong with the anachronisms. I mean, I'm sure there are anachronisms and such, but nothing noticeable to me (and 18th c. England is my favorite history period, so I've read quite a bit about this time). And Mrs. Westerman is certainly quite independent but not in I Act Like A Twenty First Century Woman In A Corset way. She is worried about her (and her family's) reputation and for the most part acts like a lady, albeit a crime-fighting one. And, now, why I REALLY love this book: Mr. Crowther. He is sarcastic and aloof and secretive (with a past like his, you would be too) but desperately wants to connect with others, even when he contemplates how nice it would be to retreat to his house and return to his hermit status. Apparently he is supposed to be nearly 50, but Robertson failed to tell me this until halfway through the book and it was TOO LATE. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in a character that I make up details and when an author tries to contradict me I just ignore her and keep believing what I want. This probably makes me a Bad Reader, but it does make me a Happy Camper. And in MY mind, Mr. Crowther is in his late 30s, so there. I want him to be younger partly because in my mind he is played by Benedict Cumberbatch (Sherlock in the new BBC production...not much to look at until you've seen Sherlock and then, if you're me, you become OBSESSED and rent everything he's ever been in. Ahem). And partly because I think Mr. Crowther and Mrs. Westerman will get together in the future. This is based on nothing but the fact that Westerman/Crowther make an awesome crime fighting duo and I think it would be awesome if they got married. Unfortunately, first Mr. Westerman has to die, but the sea is dangerous, y'know? (I'm sorry Mr. Westerman, you seem like a perfectly nice man. I am a horrible person.) In conclusion, this is the book that made me believe in historical mysteries again. Can't wait to read the sequels.

Irene Lepe irenelepe — خویشتن داری پرشکوهی که تا لحظه آخر تحلیل درونی و فساد جسمانی خود را از چشم عالم پنهان می کند ؛ زشتی زرد رنگ و رنجورانه ای که توان آن را دارد که از حرارت بی پرتو خود شعله تابناک به پا کرده ، حاکمیت خود را بر ملک زیبایی برقرار کند

Sunny Parampil sunnyparampil — Good.

André Melo andre_melo — If you love baseball, then you'll probably like this book. There is a story here behind all the baseball games and jargon, but if you're not familiar with the terms you might get a little lost. Boys and girls who like baseball/sports will appreciate it. Hutch is a huge baseball fan and hardworking ball player, I liked his sportsmanship and work ethic. He has a hard time relating to and appreciating his dad, but he finally gets it in the end, I thought it could have happened sooner, since Hutch is such a bright kid. It just goes to show you that the people you care most about are the people you mistreat the most.

Josiah Starnes siahstar114451 — Come on, who doesn't love Anne Shirley? She remains one of the best literary characters in history, and her adventures never grow old. I've adored every book in the series from day one.