A Review of “The Mountain Story”

Elizabeth Lee:

from my book review blog…

Originally posted on Elizabeth Editorializes:

“The Mountain Story” by Lori Lansens is not my typical fare, but something in the description on the jacket made me take it home from the library anyway. That turned out to be a good decisio

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A young man called Wolf (short for Wilfred) Truly narrates the story, his perspective of several frightening days spent lost on a mountain with three other people, all struggling to stay alive without food, adequate water, or weather-appropriate clothing.

Early in the book, Wolf reveals that his trip up this mountain, a trip he has taken many times, is intended to be the last one he will take, and one from which he does not plan to return.

In grief and despair over an accident suffered by his best friend, Wolf makes the journey up the mountain without any supplies, a decision that will haunt him as he finds himself in the position of…

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A Review of “Crow Hollow” by Michael Wallace

Elizabeth Lee:

From my book review blog…

Originally posted on Elizabeth Editorializes:

I enjoyed “Crow Hollow” quite a bit. I tend to like historical fiction, and the early colonial American era is particularly appealing to me, so I had little doubt that I would find at least bits and pieces of this book to my liking.

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According to the “About The Author” page at the end of the book, Michael Wallace was “raised in a small religious community in Utah” and later moved to live in New England as an adult. Neither of these things are surprising after having read the book.

Mr. Wallace clearly has experience with New England weather and customs, and his experience with the religious community must have helped him to paint his portrait of the Massachusetts Puritans. The attitudes, actions, and speech of his Puritan and Quaker characters were believable and seemed accurate.

There was an ideal amount of historical detail in “Crow Hollow”–not so…

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There’s Something About a Book Group

I miss my book group.

I began attending a morning book group at my local library last November. Everyone there is older than me, but none of us seem to mind that fact. It’s mostly women in their 60s and up. I enjoy our monthly meetings immensely.

I waited a few months to join, out of shyness and a lack of interest in the group choices. I finally dove in when the group was reading “Breakfast with Buddha” by Roland Merullo.

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That was a nice, light, entertaining read with some philosophical thought thrown in, but I didn’t love it, so I didn’t feel up to reviewing it at that point in time.

I took out the next book for the December meeting, but I quickly realized that I wasn’t all that interested, and it was quite a dense one, so I returned it and skipped that month. Since January, I’ve been to every meeting.

The books we have read so far (as of January) are as follows:

Even when I didn’t like a particular book, which has happened more than once, I got a lot out of the discussions. It can be even more fun when the majority of the people there also didn’t like the book. In those cases, well, it’s lucky that the author wasn’t in attendance.

Our last meeting was on June 17, and we won’t be getting together again until September 16. I am really looking forward to seeing everyone again, and having a book chat. Perhaps there will be some new faces.

We’ll be reading “We Took to the Woods” by Louise Rich Dickinson.

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I know nothing about it yet. I do know that I’ll read it through to the end no matter what, because I am so excited to discuss literature with this group of women (and the two men who usually join us).

This is the only book group I’ve ever been a part of. I would gladly join another. I have always been too shy to push myself into a group of strangers, so I was very proud of myself for gathering up the courage to attend for the first time, even though it took months, and then to return.

If there’s one thing that’s almost as good as reading a book, it’s talking about it with someone else who read it. Whoever invented the book club is all right by me.


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