<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:57:09.880-07:00</updated><category term='Two Memoirs by African-American Women'/><category term='david grann'/><category term='Independent Businesses'/><category term='bestsellers'/><category term='Talking Dead Guys'/><category term='books'/><category term='lost city of z'/><title type='text'>HearthFire Books - The Indie Bookstore Experience</title><subtitle type='html'>In which we write about books &amp;amp; life -- or is it life &amp;amp; books? -- and the sometimes blurry line between them both.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-4748337465363826090</id><published>2010-07-08T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:43:40.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great new book club book</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Angel’s Game&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Carlos Ruiz Zafon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now out in paperback, &lt;em&gt;The Angel’s Game&lt;/em&gt; was quite possibly my favorite book of 2009. I loved loved LOVED &lt;em&gt;Shadow of the Wind&lt;/em&gt; because it had everything I like in a novel: history, romance, intrigue, fantasy all rolled into one. &lt;em&gt;The Angel’s Game&lt;/em&gt; had all that again and in a more concise package. (Even though I loved &lt;em&gt;Shadow of the Wind&lt;/em&gt;, I did think it got a little tubby in the middle and could have used an editor with a hacksaw there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Angel’s G&lt;/em&gt;ame follows a young Barcelona writer with no family, David Marti´n, who writes pulp fiction for a pair of deliciously crooked editors. The opening paragraph:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that will surely outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He writes because he needs to earn a living, because he is vain, because he wants to be immortal – as he knows writers can be. His editors exploit his fear and downplay his talent (I loved them as villains), until one day he is contacted by a mysterious publisher who wants to have him write The Book that will make him immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Angel’s Game&lt;/em&gt; explores themes of obsessive love, vanity, fear, religion (or the lack thereof), reality and fantasy, and the power of story – all hot buttons for me (well, maybe not the obsessive love part). Woven within are a mystery, characters both funny and tragic, the Cemetery of Forgotten Books and an obvious color palette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a TERRIFIC book club book. And, because the ending is ambiguous (a source of frustration for some readers), book clubs will be talking (arguing?) beyond the meeting time. Don’t miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Janet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-4748337465363826090?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4748337465363826090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-new-book-club-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4748337465363826090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4748337465363826090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/great-new-book-club-book.html' title='Great new book club book'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-6387148110839525374</id><published>2010-03-26T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:32:09.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking Dead Guys'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR STARTS TALKING TO YOU? &lt;/strong&gt;Notes on Hilary Rhodes' Wine @ 5 lecture March 25 2010. Or, Writing, Craft, What Goes on in an Author's Head, and Talking Dead Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary is the author of &lt;em&gt;The Aetheling's Bride&lt;/em&gt;, an historical fiction set beginning 2 weeks after the Battle of Hastings in England, 1066, and in Oxford in 1987. It follows 2 women: Aislinn, a Saxon commoner swept up in William the Conqueror's victorious march to London, and the following 40 years under William; and Selma, an American graduate student at Oxford trying to locate and study the "Aethelinga" manuscript, which is Aislinn's story. Both women are trying to come to terms with violent acts in their lives. Despite being separated by 9 centuries, they have surprisingly similar lessons to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where to start the story? In Oxford, of course. And how I planned for 3 years to get there and how I thought I had it all figured out when I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I joined the Wadham tutoring program (for underprivileged students), and it's off to Tower Hamlets (London) I go. To talk about the Normans, and to get the kids to tell stories. 'Harold tells you a secret. What is it?' or 'William gives you a gift. What is it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The kids were not so into it. William would be surprised to know he bequeathed any number of plasma TVs. But they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the way back to Oxford, waiting in Victoria Station for the bus, the plot bunny sidles into my head. 'Hey,' it says, 'YOU like to write stories.' And then IT happens. 4 characters introduce themselves, right then. And one of them was William himself. That's the short version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOW WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sit in the Oxford Tube. Heinous traffic (first time ever I was grateful for that). Have a good but rather vague idea of the first two parts by the time I concluded this bus ride. Go inside and write the first five pages. Nothing out of the ordinary happens. I even think it's safe to go back to this other project I've been working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A few days later, however, I go back. That's the end of me. I've got this whopper of a story on my hands and a VERY insistent cast of characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Permit a diversion on characters. One way to build them: by planning them out. I myself have done this before. You know, forms that ask you to think up how your character walks and what was that traumatic thing that happened to her with a bratwurst that is driving her psychological arc. It is a fine and perfectly acceptable way to do character, especially if you're the sort of person that needs outlines and organization. Nothing wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or what you can do, once you've stepped on a live wire, is to meet them. Often it's not going to take very long. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you've been writing for very long, you've probably had the experience of your characters coming alive, which makes every other non-writer tell you that you're crazy and it's actually just you. Which it's not, and they don't entirely get. So the problem was, ALL of mine did. It was like chasing a barrel of monkeys. Add lively (read 'real') characters, cross that with historical accuracy and research, and you have a steeplechase on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Add into the hunt trying to figure out whose history to believe, especially when using primary sources. Medieval chroniclers were not big on objectivity: they wanted to establish their side of the story. Thus, who did what and who was promised what (did Edward the Confessor promise William the throne upon his death? Or Harold Godwinson? Or both? Or neither?) will vary considerably upon who you read. Norman chroniclers insist on William's legitimacy and say Harold was a turd. English ones were vice versa. Their personal opinions become the history they're recording. William of Malmesbury was fairly good, but very pro-Norman and had moments of ridiculousness, e.g. Henry (William's son) was a saint and very pure (ignoring the 20+ bastards he sired). Then again, he WAS a monk. And then some things go very far back, as in carping about taxes! Eadmer was also decent, but I had to remember that whatever they didn't know, they filled in. They wrote whole conversations! Gee, kinda like writing a novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It does mean that if you're writing your own story, you have to make choices about what version you want to tell. I decided to take a middle ground. Both Harold and William were complicated, fascinating men. It was kind of criminal to cartoonize them and make them one-dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For example, William. So intelligent, so brave, so gifted, but pretty much zero empathy and does a lot of things that by our standards are incredibly cruel and brutal. That doesn't mean he's a 'bad guy'. He has both sides (his childhood makes you see why he is how he is). You have to look at all the characters in whole, not just isolated actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"So then, we have the Norman Conquest.  Whoof! Big change.  I'm very resistant to the idea that the only people who existed are the ones who got written about.  For that time period, it's monks doing all the writing.  They write about powerful men, rarely about women.  For example, Edith of Wessex was a queen, well educated, and powerful in her own right; but as soon as her husband the king died, she totally drops out of the chronicles.  Also, the monks will kill your reputation if you piss them off, e.g. Rufus, who became king when William died.  The church HATED him (and the chronicles reflect that).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, who else is affected?  The less powerful.  My narrator is a Saxon, common-born woman.  She doesn't stay there, but that's how she starts out.  She would never have been mentioned in the chronicles.  However, that doesn't mean someone like her didn't or couldn't have existed.  I don't hesitate to use plausible fictional characters.  Sometimes they will introduce themselves as forcibly as the historical ones.  I figure they have a good reason to be there, too, and sign them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More coming on what it's like to be taken over by Talking Dead Guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-6387148110839525374?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6387148110839525374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-do-when-william-conqueror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/6387148110839525374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/6387148110839525374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-do-you-do-when-william-conqueror.html' title=''/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-4210931449786975877</id><published>2010-02-23T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:14:34.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bestsellers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost city of z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david grann'/><title type='text'>Helen's New Best Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb8z0oONAAM/S4REu7BYZHI/AAAAAAAAABg/3ELk_WuU1bA/s1600-h/lost-city-z-794599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb8z0oONAAM/S4REu7BYZHI/AAAAAAAAABg/3ELk_WuU1bA/s320/lost-city-z-794599.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441549822678557810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost City of Z&lt;/span&gt; by David Grann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great adventure tale! This non-fiction thriller is not for the faint of heart. Grann introduces the reader to British explorer Percy Harrison Fawcett who achieved world wide acclaim as an explorer of the Amazon. With graphic detail Grann explores Fawcett's obsession with the Amazon. He starts with Fawcett's military life through his last expedition taken with his son where they disappeared. Since then hundreds of other explorers have followed Fawcett's trail including the author. This is a riveting, well-researched introduction to Percy Harrison Fawcett (does Indiana Jones ring any bells?). Run get this book...now! You won't be sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-4210931449786975877?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4210931449786975877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/helens-new-best-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4210931449786975877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4210931449786975877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/helens-new-best-favorite.html' title='Helen&apos;s New Best Favorite'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bb8z0oONAAM/S4REu7BYZHI/AAAAAAAAABg/3ELk_WuU1bA/s72-c/lost-city-z-794599.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-5444525760685360226</id><published>2009-07-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:01:26.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the Story Part II</title><content type='html'>Traveling is almost always fun, and even more so for us bookish types when a story is involved.  I traveled this month with the author of an upcoming book about William the Conqueror and the Norman conquest of England in 1066 and following.  (See previous post).  She wrote the book during the course of a year at Oxford University.  There was time during the year to gather some atmosphere (not nearly enough) in England.  As the book neared completion, however, we got the chance to see William's homeland of Normandy, France.  The author has kindly allowed us to print her comments about writing and traveling through Normandy in pursuit of William and history:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Writers spend a lot of time sketching mental images into words. Sometimes we have photos or paintings; sometimes we just have the blurry constructs shaped in our undoubtedly demented imaginations, to set a scene, depict a trait, or convey a character – whether of a place, a person, or a thing. We can do this just fine in our heads, in isolation. But in storytelling, a very communal enterprise, our task is to transfer them from abstractions into something (theoretically) comprehensible, arrange them in something that’s (ideally) lucid and lyrical and can unlock the images for the reader as we first saw them. We writers, aside from being horribly antisocial as a rule, spend a lot of time finding the right combinations of words to facilitate this.  In the progress of writing this novel, I relied on photos, on historical material, and the Internet.  But when I got to Normandy and had the actual setting itself, the unfiltered images, showing me the enveloping scene and not the flash-frozen sliver, it was – to say the least – quite an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent the better part of a year now writing this book, living almost wholly in the eleventh century one way or another. (If it wasn’t the history tutorials, where I was studying – what else – William and his successors, then it was the writing tutorials, where I was wresting with the words themselves, trying to shape them into a cohesive, exciting, and engaging novel. Jury's still out on that, of course). I’ve acquired, if I say so myself, a highly conversant knowledge of the period, the settings, the people. But there’s no replacement for walking the roads they did, seeing the cities, how the sunlight falls on the castle walls in the afternoon and the broad sweep of the Normandy countryside that, in William’s time, would be utterly uncluttered by the power lines and the lunatics on motorcycles.  I had the thrill of driving past an otherwise nondescript tower and realizing it’s where he won the Battle of Val-es-Dunes in 1047. I had a chance to synthesize a knowledge with a reality. I saw still photos develop into clicking reels of film. I breathed the same air (approximately). You can get the rough details from photos, but the place itself, that’s something that can’t be replaced. Something that I have to conjure up for you in the meantime, in words. Just part of the weird and wonderful alchemy that is language, and the way we shape stories – and history – with it. To William, the idea of shaping history, at least, would be the same, if not the form. Remember that it’s thanks to him that modern English has the structure it does. So the very words you’re using owe their core to the Norman Conquest. I realized that these figures aren’t just names on a textbook page and (very) insistent voices in my head. They’re there. They’re real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty epic stuff. N'est-ce pas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you can't go to Normandy as we did.  You can see our photos at:  &lt;a href="http://s598.photobucket.com/albums/tt64/hilaryrhodes/"&gt;http://s598.photobucket.com/albums/tt64/hilaryrhodes/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the Camembert was divine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-5444525760685360226?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5444525760685360226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/chasing-story-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/5444525760685360226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/5444525760685360226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/07/chasing-story-part-ii.html' title='Chasing the Story Part II'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-1877679391517850529</id><published>2009-06-15T13:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:36:29.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing the Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have a chance to view the story- telling process from another angle this coming week.  Instead of reading a finished book (which is what I do most of the time), I get to travel with a writer as she gathers material for her upcoming historical novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where, you might ask?  Lucky me!  I get to to travel to Normandy, France.  We're on the trail of William the Conqueror (familiarly known in England as "William the Conk").  William was the last successful invader of England, way back in 1066 A.D.  (There have been several notable but unsuccessful attempts since then.)  And although William smashed the Saxons at Hastings, and subsequently marched on London to force his coronation -- thereby changing English history &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; language, and wreaking untold havoc between England and France for the ensuing centuries -- he actually spent most of his life in Normandy, not England.  We're going to find his roots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does a writer find and adapt material?  For all that there have been scads of articles written about the Norman invasion and its aftereffects, there is surprisingly little written about William himself.  To find him, we're going to visit every place we know he lived and worked, and a few places where he might have.  That's quite a pile of chateaux and abbeys.  (My theory is, he was the kind of guy who might (if he felt like it), ask for forgiveness &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; doing what he wanted to do anyway.  He never asked permission first.  But he may have built a few abbeys to keep them quiet.)  We'll also visit the Bayeux tapestry, which chronicles the victory over the English at Hastings (today's hamlet of Battle).  We'll lose ourselves in the Norman countryside (pass the camembert, please).  Between facts and factual surmises, and then a whole lot of imagination, a writer can paint a picture of life in the 11th century.  William is a writer's gold mine, simply because there is so little written about the man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're on the trail of the man, his spirit, his times and his legacy.  I'm thrilled to be a part of watching history -- William's history -- unfold.  And at the same time, I get to watch it imaginatively portrayed for today's audience.  History and imagination -- what more could I want?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I'll take a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon with the camembert, please.  Don't forget the baguette.  Merci!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-1877679391517850529?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1877679391517850529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/1877679391517850529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/1877679391517850529'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-1263144292999909129</id><published>2009-03-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T09:30:20.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost City of Z by David Grann (nonfiction)</title><content type='html'>Holy Cow! This is my new favorite book. It combines adventure and thriller all in one. I knew almost nothing about the Amazon when I started  and raced through it being not only totally entertained but also learning lots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of British explorer Percy Harrison Fawcett who lived when the not much was known about, particularly, the Americas.   He set off to map the Amazon jungles and rivers. Chilling facts...very well researched. The author, who is an unlikely adventurer, takes it upon himself to trace some of Fawcett's exploration with the use of modern technology...great comparisons. I couldn't put this one down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviewed by Helen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-1263144292999909129?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1263144292999909129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-city-of-z-by-david-grann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/1263144292999909129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/1263144292999909129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost-city-of-z-by-david-grann.html' title='The Lost City of Z by David Grann (nonfiction)'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-6056556613907764076</id><published>2009-03-27T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:34:35.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Memoirs by African-American Women'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading 2 memoirs simultaneously, jumping back and forth between them: &lt;em&gt; My First White Friend&lt;/em&gt; by Patricia Raybon , published in 1996, and &lt;em&gt;Renegade for Peace &amp;amp; Justice&lt;/em&gt; by Barbara Lee, published in 2008.  It was a happy accident.  Both authors are accomplished black women who tell their personal stories dealing with racism.  Raybon's account was especially interesting to me because she's local; she grew up in Denver in the 1950s and was a professor of journalism at CU Boulder until her recent retirement.  It was a shock to read about her intense hatred of white people while subscribing to all the white values.  Indeed, this was her dilemma—wanting to be her natural black self but feeling, knowing, she had to act white in order to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbara Lee was a welfare mother of 2 before she was 20.  From that dubious beginning, she became a champion of the marginalized, fighting for the rights of people all over the world from California farm workers to Darfur.  She has been a member of the US House of Congress since 1998, representing California's 9th congressional district, and was the only person in either chamber of Congress to vote against going to war in Iraq.  This made her the heroine of the anti-war movement, but sparked many death threats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both books are amazingly candid and honest, and both made me realize how naïve I've been about race, and the toll that racism exacts on the psyche.  Being a peacenik, I love the courage that Lee has demonstrated in Congress, not only for her vote against the Iraq War, but for continuing to speak loudly for justice.  Although she is one of my heros and her accomplishments are enormous, the last part of the book becomes tedious with too much of I did this.  I found Raybon's memoir more enjoyable reading.  I will be recommending it to my all-white book club.  I can guarantee a good discussion.&lt;br /&gt;Marcie Dahlen&lt;br /&gt;3/26/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-6056556613907764076?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6056556613907764076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-just-finished-reading-2-memoirs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/6056556613907764076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/6056556613907764076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-just-finished-reading-2-memoirs.html' title=''/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-4934496450728262931</id><published>2009-02-28T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:32:39.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest: Finding a new Indie owner</title><content type='html'>Hearthfire Books of Evergreen is a bookstore with a mission – finding a new owner.  Our absentee owner Lori Underwood (formerly of Evergreen, then London (UK), now Connecticut) is moving in new directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have no intention of going out of business! We expect to pass on this wonderful bookstore to a new generation, particularly one who can upgrade our online presence.  We are looking for a smart, savvy owner, one who is passionate about books and community, just as we’ve always been. A noted legal expert in small businesses has told us small businesses transfer ownership with some regularity – it’s a normal part of a business life cycle.  We believe that, with our economy in flux, many people are in transition, anyway.  Now might be the time to think about that lifelong dream of owning a bookstore, since so much is changing around us.  Where there’s a will, there’s a way.  Lori herself bought the store from the prior owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indies attract a special breed.  Manager Janet Rhodes likens running an indie bookstore to becoming a wizard in Gryffindor House at Hogwarts. “We play Quidditch, chasing after the Golden Snitch of small business success. (Watch out for those Bludgers!)  We have to learn the Care of Magical Creatures such as Blue-Ocean-Strategy and Inventory-Management, Potions &amp;amp; Charms to become (and stay) part of a local community, Hexes to protect our market niche. Indie stores fight Corporate Homogenization (They-Who-Must-Not-Be Named!).  But it’s thrilling and ultimately rewarding in many ways beyond just dollars. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearthfire Books is located in the foothills (really beautiful!) just west of Denver.  It’s part of an educated, family-oriented, well-to-do community that values books and literacy.  Hearthfire has been in business 12+ years, three of those in its current 1500 sq.ft. location.  It has a loyal customer base, long-term employees, state-of-the-art inventory management, membership in national/regional trade associations, and strong community ties and school contacts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re thinking you’re ready for a change, want to have meaningful work and a place in our community – in short, if you want to learn to be a wizard, please contact us.   &lt;a href="http://www.hearthfirebooks.com/"&gt;www.hearthfirebooks.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="mailto:info@hearthfirebooks.com"&gt;info@hearthfirebooks.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-4934496450728262931?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4934496450728262931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/quest-finding-new-indie-owner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4934496450728262931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4934496450728262931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/quest-finding-new-indie-owner.html' title='Quest: Finding a new Indie owner'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-2055378518454955626</id><published>2009-02-16T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:26:39.738-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independent Businesses'/><title type='text'>Why Shop Indie?</title><content type='html'>We had a maddening call the other day from someone who wanted to know if we had a book on our shelves.  When we didn't (5 MILLION books in print!!) and offered to get it, the response was "oh, I can do that from Amazon."  Grr!  Fortunately, it doesn't happen too often (or we wouldn't still be here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have anything against Amazon -- people are free to shop where they like -- but this person didn't understand the value of a local, independent business.  We can get books just as fast.  Plus you get to touch, see and smell them -- a benefit to a true booklover.  And see what we do besides:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When you shop at an independently owned business, our entire community benefits.  Spend $100 at a local and $68 of that stays in our community. Spend the same $100 at a national chain, and our community only sees $43. &lt;br /&gt;2) Local businesses create higher-paying jobs for our neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;3) More taxes are reinvested in our community--where they belong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus: shopping local is greener. Buying local means less packaging, less transportation, and a smaller carbon footprint.  Shopping in a local business district means less infrastructure, less maintenance, and more money to beautify our community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even further: Local retailers are your friends and neighbors—support them and they’ll support you. Local businesses donate to charities at more than &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; the rate of national chains. HearthFire Books has given away thousands of dollars - through donations, gift certificates, teacher and senior discounts - in just a few years to organizations and individuals throughout the foothills area.  And we're a small store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we keep hearing about diversity in our ecosystems, and how lack of diversity is a serious obstacle to staying healthy.  Well, it's the same for a local economy.  Do we want Evergreen to look like Anytown, USA?  Don't think so . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe next time that person (or someone like her) will choose to place an order with us -- and benefit us all. &lt;br /&gt;More independents means more choice, more diversity, and a truly unique community.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-2055378518454955626?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2055378518454955626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-shop-indie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/2055378518454955626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/2055378518454955626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-shop-indie.html' title='Why Shop Indie?'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-4677943984863919662</id><published>2009-02-10T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:00:59.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bookfairs Rock!</title><content type='html'>I love doing bookfairs for schools.  I love picking out the books  -- so many books about all kinds of things; I love packing them up and thinking about how cool they are; I love delivering them and seeing the kids and teachers get all excited.  I love how the kids get to choose their own books (which usually guarantees they'll actually get read).   After days of administrivia, actually getting my hands on books -- and placing them where kids will get their hands on them, too -- is exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings." (Robt. Louis Stevenson).    There are books about robots, elves, dragons, bridges, dirt, pigs in slop, flying, princesses (in distress or not), rainforests, sharks, submarines, time travel, Antarctica, magic, the Chunnel, princes and paupers, butterflies.  What a great way to find out about a "number of things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently the kids at the middle school agree, since they were scouting out the books before the fair even opened.  One boy methodically went through all the tables with his friend, commenting that this one was a good story, that one he'd read last year, he'd heard about a third one.  Apparently all kids have *not* stopped reading, despite the gloom-and-doom predictions to that effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the joy of being a bookseller:  sharing ideas, stories, imagination and reflections (in our case, in printed form) with like-minded people of any age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-4677943984863919662?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4677943984863919662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bookfairs-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4677943984863919662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/4677943984863919662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/bookfairs-rock.html' title='Bookfairs Rock!'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-7372975558947584677</id><published>2009-02-06T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:09:07.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Current Favorite Book</title><content type='html'>I've recently -- for the thousandth time -- decided that there are &lt;em&gt;far&lt;/em&gt; too many books to read in the world; and as it is impossible for me to read them all, I'm not going to even pretend that I have.  Even if I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a bookseller and therefore expected to read it all.  Further, I'm only going to read the ones I'm really interested in.  (More of that below.) Enough of this trying to keep up!  I can't and therefore I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting.  The subtitle of this blog acknowledges the blurry line between books and life. I picked up Alan Bennett's novella &lt;em&gt;The Uncommon Reader&lt;/em&gt; and quickly was walking that fuzzy line.  (Did I mention I fell in love with reading all over again?)  &lt;em&gt;The Uncommon Reader is &lt;/em&gt;short (a huge plus these hurried days), funny (who doesn't need a laugh?), wise and succinctly written.  He gets so much into so few words.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncommon reader of the title is the Queen of England, who, after her misbehaved and bratty corgi tears through the mobile library parked on the palace grounds, feels she must go inside to apologize for her dog's bad behavior.  And, of course not to be rude (a queen is &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; rude), she feels she must check out a book -- something she's never, ever done.  She doesn't even know what to pick out.   After getting suggestions from the librarian and the kitchen boy who frequents the mobile library, she checks out a work by an author she vaguely remembers making a dame of the British Empire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds it a bit dry and checks out another -- again out of politeness.  And then another.  And so begins a whole new piece of her life.  She is so often reading that she -- horrors! -- becomes habitually late, throwing the tightly scheduled palace household into complete disarray.  She finds herself so engrossed with her reading that she assumes others must be equally engrossed.She begins to ask others their opinion of their current book at state occasions -- only to find they are totally discomfited because, in fact, they &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; read.  They are used to discussing traffic cones, road construction, and weather! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering if I'm going to get to the books/life thing.  For one thing, Alan Bennett so perfectly captures the ins-and-outs of the royal household that it's tempting to think the whole thing is true!  More importantly, his --and the Queen's -- reflections on how extensive reading broadens one's view of life is perfect.  We can experience another life, another place through books as if we were there.  As the song from &lt;em&gt;The Lion King&lt;/em&gt; goes "there is more to see than can ever be seen, more to do than can ever be done."  For many of us, books are the gateway to see and do those things we'll probably never see or do in our own lives.  The Queen certainly comes to realize that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't spoil it for you -- after all, you can read it yourself in about 2 hours!  Treat yourself to a fun story by a masterful writer.  Be prepared to laugh -- and then go check out that next book . . .&lt;br /&gt;-posted by Janet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-7372975558947584677?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7372975558947584677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-current-favorite-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/7372975558947584677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/7372975558947584677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-current-favorite-book.html' title='My Current Favorite Book'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628902132427034835.post-6781462556693462851</id><published>2009-02-03T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T13:58:21.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, We Did It!</title><content type='html'>....a bunch of technophobes who really love words and the printed page have gone digital!  Follow the life of an indie bookstore in the posts that follow, including our current favorite reading, the joys and sorrows of being an indie bookstore, life in a small town in Colorado, and anything else we think of.  Long live the book!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628902132427034835-6781462556693462851?l=hearthfireblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6781462556693462851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-we-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/6781462556693462851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628902132427034835/posts/default/6781462556693462851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hearthfireblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-we-did-it.html' title='Well, We Did It!'/><author><name>bookitmama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13919181846245866502</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
