Steph Reviews The Major's Daughter: A Novel by J.P Francis

Publisher: Penguin Group
Format Read: Paperback
Source: From the publisher for an honest review
Release Date: July 29, 2014
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Blurb from goodreads:

Like Snow Falling on Cedars, a stirring tale of wartime love

April, 1944. The quiet rural village of Stark, New Hampshire is irrevocably changed by the arrival of 150 German prisoners of war. And one family, unexpectedly divided, must choose between love and country.

Camp Stark is under the command of Major John Brennan, whose beautiful daughter, Collie, will serve as translator. Educated at Smith and devoted to her widowed father, Collie is immediately drawn to Private August Wahrlich, a peaceful poet jaded by war. As international conflict looms on the home front, their passion blinds them to the inevitable dangers ahead.

Inspired by the little-known existence of a real World War II POW camp, The Major’s Daughter is a fresh take on the timeless theme of forbidden love.

I Own Too Many Books by These Authors, LOL

Several weeks ago, some of the blogs I follow participated in a meme, Top Ten Tuesday, hosted by The Broke and The Bookish. The topic was Top Ten Authors I Own the Most Books By. While I don't participate in that meme, the topic piqued my interest and I decided to look at my shelves and see which authors I owned the most books of. So, thank you The Broke and The Bookish for inspiring this post!

It took me a while to go through all of my books as I don't have all of my print books catalogued. Thanks to this post, I've now added many of them. :) There were a few surprises; there were several authors I was sure I owned more books than I do and some that surprised me with how many I actually own. There were a few series that I used to own the entire set but got rid of, such as the Anita Blake books by Laurell K Hamilton and the Stephanie Plum books by Janet Evanovich.

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Quote-Tastic and Review of The Winter Long by Seanan McGuire

Publisher: DAW Fantasy
Series:October Daye #8
Format Read: paperback
Source:  the publisher in exchange for an honest review
Release Date: September 2, 2014
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Blurb from goodreads:

Toby thought she understood her own past; she thought she knew the score.

She was wrong.

It's time to learn the truth.

Sunday Book Share #104

 

 I'm participating in The Sunday Post, hosted by The Caffeinated Book Reviewer; Showcase Sunday hosted by Books, Biscuits and Tea; Stacking the Shelves, hosted by Tynga's Reviews; Bought Borrowed and Bagged, hosted by TalkSupe; and Library Loot co-hosted by The Captive Reader and Silly Little Mischief. All of these memes are about sharing the print and digital books received and/or posts and events on the blog.

It was a mixed week last week, some bad stuff and some good stuff. In the good news department, I have a temporary teaching job, and I have some editing jobs lined up. As far as the bad news, well, a friend is ill and in the hospital, we don't know for how long. I  have my fingers crossed that treatment will kick in quickly but I'm not hopeful. Also, I have another new roommate, a cat named Claude. He belongs to the daughter of a former co-worker; the daughter and her husband are moving to Australia and forget to allow time for Claude's quarantine. Claude doesn't get along with her mother's cats so he's staying with me until he can legally enter Australia, which should be in January.

Bea Reviews Cactus Soup by Eric A. Kimmel, Pictures by Phil Huling

Publisher: Two Lions
Format Read: Kindle Book
Source: Kindle Unlimited
Release Date: January 15, 2013
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Blurb from goodreads:

When a group of hungry soldiers ride into San Miguel, the townspeople don’t want to share their food. They hide their tortillas, tamales, beans, and flour and put on torn clothes to look poor. But the Capitán is not fooled. He asks for a cactus thorn to make some cactus soup, and before long he has tricked the townspeople into giving him salt and chilies, vegetables, and a chicken as well! Whimsical watercolors by Phil Huling add to the humor in this southwestern twist on the classic Stone Soup tale.

The Friday 56 #39 Shifting Shadows by Patricia Briggs

This is a fun meme to do hosted by Freda's Voice. If you'd like to join in the fun go to The Friday 56.

Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader.
*Find any sentence that grabs you.
*Post it.
*Link it here.

I'm in between books right now but I just finished reading an urban fantasy anthology, "Shifting Shadows: Stories from the World of Mercy Thompson", by Patricia Briggs. The quote is from page 56 in the print book, from the story "Silver".

It didn't take long for me to ready myself to go. I did not need a pack, just boots and a good woolen cloak. I should have changed forms because the wolf would have made the journey quicker. But I had only just regained my humanity and was loath to lose it. I stepped outside to put on my boots so the dirt on the soles wouldn't drop on the floor. The door opened again behind me.