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Cool Waters fashion4al54e4 — I expected a rather biased account of the 2008 presidential election, which was ocassionaly delivered. All in all this was a suprisingly good read, explaining in detail why each candidate failed in the primaries, the collapse of the Republican party, and the (shaky) rise of the Democrats led by Obama. You end up being left pondering what the 2012 election will look like, especially knowing how very close 2008 really was (an election Ceaser mentions should have been a given for the Dem's). Recommend for both sides of the aisle.

Bruno Castiglia _runo_astiglia — For and Agatha winner, I didn't like it as much as I thought I would. It was a decent cozy...made me super hungry though. Also, the copy I borrowed from my library smelled like cigarette smoke and that my have colored my perception.

Luis Sagher sagher — Wow! I haven't seen this new cover! I read this in college and am going to teach it this year in my 10th grade class. I think this is going to be awesome--I'll let you know how my students feel about the subject later... This book is a beautiful, painful, ultimately enlightening journey to the heart of Tayo, an American Indian who has returned to the res after serving in WWII without fanfare. Leslie Marmon Silko is a Goddess-Shaman. Her writing works on so many levels at once--she infuses poetry into her prose bringing us back to ourselves in ways we thought we had successfully forgotten.

Pepe Miranda sebamiranda — I am not sure how to describe this book; it is neither a novel nor a memoir. It is a "recit"... I would not be able to find an accurate translation for this French word; the closest would be a "narration", although it lacks the depth of sensitivity the original word conveys. In any case, this story stretches over the span of seven years, the last seven years in the life of Ben Jelloun's mother. It is also the chronicle of her descent into Alzheimer's; and while she becomes more and more disconnected from reality, she remains the typical North African mother until the end, a subtle mixture of all powerful matriarch and mater dolorosa. This is exactly how I remember my own grandmother, just like the complexities of a Maghreb family's structure and affective fabric depicted by Ben Jelloun, are also quite intensely and, I must admit, quite painfully personal to me. Of course, in the final analysis, what makes the book is Ben Jelloun's tremendous talent; his story is never melodramatic, but it is a real life drama. His mother's final journey does not lack pathos, but she is never made to appear pathetic. How does he manage to get you to see his mother through his own loving eyes without ever playing interference with his reader? It takes a talented writer and a powerful human being to grant us full access to his mother's last desperate battle, her final surrender and his deep, deep grief. I know... I who have been guarding all of this ever so fiercely for ever so long.