HYPNOSIS a return to the past

The author sent me a copy of her novel to read and review:

I think Maria Ines Rebelo’s first novel was somewhat of a menza menza effort for me. I never really felt any empathy for any of the characters. They all seemed one-dimensional with little, or no depth. The story was not exciting for me and I wasn’t sure what the purpose of the novel was. Why did the author spend the first 39 pages describing the hypnotist’s family...it was boring. And it wasn’t until page 68 that the hypnotist and his mysterious patient finally met. Poor editing (it threw me off-kilter) and misspellings annoyed me, such as hiss for his, di for did, and theyears without a break between the words. And on page 36, how can librarian Georgine Gunderson be “5 feet 25 tall?” I understand that writing a novel is difficult. I’m sorry that my review is not what the author probably expected, but the novel wasn’t fully ready for publication. At this point, I normally tell the author what I think she/he did well. In this case, I was going to pass, but then I thought that wasn’t fair since every writer has some attribute that can be nurtured. Ms Rebelo’s X factor is in storytelling. While still in it’s raw form, I think that it can be developed with (in my opinion) a better story. The author states, “Through reading her books she hopes that her readers acquire a different view of the power of the human mind, or mankind itself.”

Marcus Belling was a world famous hypnotist with his own TV show and private practice. Anne Pauline Roux was a troubled twenty-five year old woman. Marcus tries to help patients that have “trauma from dreams of past lives” via hypnosis sessions. Anne was a sad and anguished patient. “The dreams of past lives seemed to invade her nights, year after year. Try as she might, she could not prevent the same, familiar man’s voice putting in her mind a set of questions that did not seem random: Who are you? Are you able to travel to the past? Do you want to discover what exists there?” Anne was aware of the long dispute between Marcus Belling and his rival hypnotist, Josef Salvaterra, but she decided to seek treatment from the more famous Marcus Belling. Is Salvaterra going to muck this up? Anyway, Anne finally starts treatment with Belling on page 79. Her first hypnosis takes her back to 1785 as Aurelie Caen, a renowned scientist/chemist from the 18th century. “Even though she was in trance, Anne Pauline could clearly see and hear the two newly arrived persons. To Anne’s surprise, the woman was her, but living in another time!” The Caens’ and their assistant Rosalie were attempting to turn base metals into gold. While hiding under a table, Anne was watching the experiments when the unthinkable happened. Rosalie saw Anne! How was this possible? Although this novel mostly bored me, do you see how the right words in my review can make this novel exciting?

“Anne panicked. She could never imagine that someone in a past life could be able to recognize her in this different time and space and while under a hypnotic trance! She did not know how to react, but the green-eyed girl from the future was sincere as she begged to the Caens’ assistant: no-one could know that she was there. Rosalie was moved by this mysterious hiding woman’s despair and decided not to denounce her to the scientists.” When Anne came out of the trance, she decided to withhold this incredible information from Marcus. The novel was off and running...so to speak. So listen, as you know, I wasn’t thrilled by this story, but that doesn’t mean (that) you will not like it. So I do recommend this novel if the subject matter interests you.

RATING: 3 out of 5 stars

Comment: I remember a movie I saw in 1970, On a clear day you can see forever, starring Barbra Streisand and Yves Montand. It was a typical musical comedy/drama that Barbra starred in many times. In this movie she sees a psychiatrist about breaking her five pack a day smoking habit. She accidentally gets hypnotized and recalls fifteen different past lives. The psychiatrist falls in love with one of Barbra’s past lives, which causes a problem when Barbra’s character, Daisy Gamble, finds out that he is in love with a past life and not her. At her final meeting with the psychiatrist, she informs him that in a future life (the year 2038) they will be married. It was a fun movie.

Memory of a Bygone Christmas

A very short Christmas story by review contributor, Pat Koelmel:

A DAY IN DECEMBER

My father was known by most who knew him as a mean and nasty man.

He usually walked around with a scowl, and when he spoke, he spoke his mind even if it was hurtful. Therefore, it was no surprise that people avoided my father if they were lucky enough to be in the position to do so.

He also had a terrible temper that could be set off by the most minor of events. Spilled milk could easily do it. So it would make sense that my mother, my brothers and sisters, and I feared him most times.

But one Christmas something changed inside him if only for a short moment of time.

I was about 13 or 14 … maybe even 15. My father was watching TV when out of the blue he said to me, “This year, I’d like to take you myself to buy your Christmas present, maybe something to wear.”

I looked up from whatever I was doing. It was important to give my father your full attention when he spoke. I didn’t answer. I continued to listen instead.

“I want to be there to help you pick it out,” he further explained.

This was not something my father had ever suggested before. My mother always did the shopping. I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled.

My father rarely smiled, but this time he smiled back at me. In fact, he smiled back with a smile that almost glowed. His smile made me happy. Suddenly, I felt safe. Suddenly, I didn’t fear him.

“We’ll go wherever you want,” my father went on. “You choose the store.”

I picked Daniels. Daniels was a high-end store back then. It had the kind of clothes I only dreamed of owning.

I knew about Daniels because that’s where my big sister Joan bought all of her clothes. She came home with something new every week, but Joan could afford to shop there. She had finished school and was working full time in a fancy office.

My father and I went to Daniels that afternoon. The store was located in Somerville, just a ten-mile drive from home. The closer we got, the faster my heart beat.

When we walked into the store, my father headed for a chair. From there, he watched as I searched through the racks and racks of beautiful clothes. I wasn’t even worried that I might be taking too long. I looked back at my father. He was relaxed, still smiling.

I finally settled on a pair of stretch pants, the kind with stirrups. They were woven with a small black and white check print. I picked out a black turtleneck to go with them. I tried on both pieces in the dressing room and came out to show my father.

He smiled that warm smile again and nodded his approval.

After I changed back into the clothes I came in, I proudly walked up to the cash register with my father. Mr. Daniels chatted with us as he checked us out. When he handed me the package, he thanked us both for coming. “Merry Christmas,” he said.

I don’t remember when my father changed back to his old self again. Nor do I remember when a young girl’s blissful love for her father changed back into fear. It could have been an hour later … or the next day.

Many years later, I saw a similar pair of stretch pants, woven with a small black and white check print. I bought them even though I knew they were no longer something I would ever wear again. I tucked them away along with my memory of that day in December.

ARTEMIS

Andy Weir’s new novel moves from the world of Martian astronaut/potato farmer Mark Watney to the safer confines of Earth’s moon. I did like The Martian (see my review of 4/15/2014), but was mostly bored with the predominantly solo character novel. In Artemis, I wasn’t bored, but I wasn't enthralled either. Mr. Weir seems to get close to novel perfection but somehow missed his orbit on both novels. I wasn’t quite thrilled with his wise cracking, small time smuggler Jasmine Bashara, who suddenly turns into a super heroine (so to speak) after a failed attempt to earn a million slugs (Moon money) from one of the Moon’s richest citizens. I realize (that) what I think means very little to Mr. Weir since he probably earned a small fortune with his first novel’s movie receipts, but literature is literature. Neither of his novels are going to claim a piece of the Great American Novel. That term was first articulated by novelist John William Deforest in 1868, and he thought that Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin (see my review of 12/9/2012) was “the nearest approach to the desired phenomenon.” Anyway, I’m not saying Andy Weir is a commercial writer, but he hasn’t jettisoned from that stigma yet either. Mr. Weir’s novels remind me of American astronaut Alan Shepard, who was rocketed 116 miles up and down in a fifteen minute flight...unlike John Glenn’s actual three orbit ride. So what am I trying to say? I’m saying...write an American classic space opera instead of another inconsequential novel like this one. Take the real orbit ride, not the quick up and down ride. You can do it. Take your time. There’s no rush. You could be the next Issac Asimov. Okay, no more jawing - what’s this almost good novel about?

   

Artemis is a Moon colony with five main aluminum bubbles connected by tunnels no wider than a hallway. Jasmine Bashara (now 26 years old) has lived on the Moon most of her life with her recently alienated father, a master welder. She lives in a tiny enclosure that she calls her coffin, because you can’t stand up in it. She is trying to get her EVA license so she can join the EVA Guild (people who are trained and authorized to go outside the bubbles) and start earning some decent slugs. The Guild takes tourist outside the bubble to tour the Apollo 11 landing site during which the tour leaders wear their EVA suits while the tourists get around in individual hamster bubbles (pretty funny). Jazz (as Jasmine is known by) has recently failed her EVA test because her used faulty suit blew out a valve assembly and she had to run for her life back to the bubble. She couldn’t afford a new suit...it’s a catch 22 situation. Anyway, while she tries to save enough money, she works as a porter and small-time smuggler. One day she is called on her Gizmo (a futuristic smart phone) by one of the Moon’s wealthiest citizens, Trond Landvik. He offers Jazz a million slugs to destroy Sanchez Aluminum’s harvesting equipment. The Sanchez company makes oxygen for Artemis by separating anorthite rocks into aluminum, silicon, calcium and oxygen. Since they supply oxygen for the colony, Sanchez gets all the electricity they want for free. It’s a symbiotic relationship. Trond tells Jazz, “For the last four months, I’ve been collecting oxygen and storing it away. I have enough to supply the entire city’s needs for over a year.” Does Trond want to destroy Sanchez aluminum so he can take over their city contract, or does he have other motives?

Jazz says, “You want me to stop Sanchez’s oxygen production?” “Yes, I do.” He stood from his chair and walked over to the liquor credenza. This time he selected a bottle of rum. “The city will want a fast resolution and I’ll get the contract. Once that happens, I won’t even have to build my own smelter. Sanchez will see the futility of trying to make aluminum without free power and they’ll let me buy them outright.” Who really owns Sanchez Aluminum? Is Jazz about to open up a can of worms? You will have to read the next 262 pages to find out. One thing that Andy Weir did that was clever was the emailing back and forth from Jazz on the Moon to Kelvin at Earth’s KSC complex in Kenya (since they were each nine years old). Kenya set up the Moon base in the beginning and now KSC acts like a bank for Artemis converting Earth currencies to slugs. The sporadic conversations between the two gives the reader all the background information he/she needs without having some of the chapters in the past and some of the chapters in the present. For that I congratulate the author. I thought his prose could have been better - a lot of it was rudimentary. If my first paragraph analogy seemed space themed...it was done so on purpose. I did like the novel, but I think the author can do much better, especially in picking out the right story to tell.

RATING: 4 out of 5 stars

Comment: This the second time that Andy Weir has written a space opera (a novel set in outer space), but neither were great novels. I’m waiting for him to come up with a classic, like Arthur C. Clarke’s 1968 novel, 2001: a Space Odyssey (which became a four book series). Or Isaac Asimov’s 1951 novel, Foundation (which became a seven volume series). Or Frank Herbert’s 1965 novel, Dune (which became a six volume series). Do you see what I’m getting at? Write one great novel and the others will naturally follow along with many possible Hugo Awards.

then SHE was BORN

The author sent me a copy of his novel to read and review:

When I finished the last page of Cristiano Gentili’s novel, I said to myself...this was a pretty damn good book. Not only was the author’s storytelling terrific, but it served as a big enterprise for the author. Before the story starts, the author clarifies his plea for what he explains is a just cause, “This is a work of fiction based on true events. A girl named Adimu, the protagonist of this novel, does not exist. Both Adimu and the succession of events narrated in the story are fruit of the author’s imagination. However, every individual among the thousands of individuals with albinism living in sub-Saharan Africa - and this is a fact - has experienced at least some of the episodes the character Adimu faces. In this sense, and only in this sense, are the events in this novel absolutely and incredibly true.” The author has the support of eleven Nobel Peace-Prize Laureates plus the Dalai Lama and Pope Francis supporting his cause. Based on this pre-information, I thought I was going to read another bleeding-heart novel that was just trying to get its main political theme through. Wow, I was so wrong. This is a standalone novel that doesn’t need to embrace any mission. Although the author’s prose is somewhat rudimentary at times, the story is not. The main characters were kept to a respectful level with easy to remember names. There is no guess work in this novel since, “In 2011, he went on a personal fact-finding trip to Tanzania, to assess the living conditions of Africans with albinism.” This novel is the English translation of his book, originally written in Italian.

Most of the novel took place on an island of Tanzania named Ukerewe. A native islander, Juma, delivers an albino baby, which is the worst possible thing that could have happened to her. Juma felt “only scorn and disgust...she had diligently followed every directive given to her by the woman of the clan...yet she had borne this monstrosity.” Her husband, Sefu, viewed the baby and thought to himself, “She was a curse, a judgement...how could I have begot such a thing...it has to die.” The women in the birth hut said, “It’ll have red eyes like the devil, it’s a zeru zeru (Swahili for a person with albinism) with witchy, magical powers.” Sefu leaves Juma, his second wife, and goes back to his first wife and children. Sefu, speaking with village chief Kondo, demands that the baby has to die. Sefu’s mother, Nkamba, and the grandmother to the albino baby objects. Nkamba says, “Follow the example of our neighbors, the Masai, she continued, holding Sefu’s gaze. Tomorrow, at dawn, place the baby on the ground in front of the gate where the community herd is kept. Let the beasts decide her fate. If the cattle trample her to death as they leave their pen, that is her destiny; if she survives, I will raise her.” The village chief, Kondo, and the village shaman, Zuberi, granted her request. Sefu is not happy. A young fisherman said, “The birth of a white shadow is a bad sign. Zeru zerus must be left in the forest from the moment of birth as an offering to the Spirits. That is how it always been. She has to die alone, far from the community.”

During the night before the test, Nkamba prayed. Then, “In the dark of the night the old woman, crept to the pen where the cattle were kept, each one known to her by name. She stayed there only long enough to collect some urine from a cow to dampen a rag. This way you will recognize her as one of your own and do her no harm.” In the morning, “Nkamba set the bundle on the ground, right in front of the pen’s gate. She asked her son if she could be the one to open the gate. After a nod, Sefu waited, a motionless ebony statue against a gray sky that threatened rain. Most of the villagers hoped to see the hooves of the milk cows trample the newborn and, thus, ward off the curse that risked destroying their island world...She opened the gate. The beasts bellowed and moaned and crowded the pen’s entryway. The first cow trod forward with uncertain steps. The animal lowered its muzzle toward the infant, obstructing the others behind it. It sniffed at the bundle and stepped over it. The second and then the third cow distinguished the presence of a living thing on the ground and sidestepped it too.” The rest of the herd burst out of the compound causing a cloud of dust around the baby. Did the baby survive? “Then, out of the hush, an acute and distressing cry from the tiny creature issued forth. A small white arm broke free and waved in the air...she was alive.” At least for now. Sefu forbade Nkamba from naming the baby. A local native, Mosi, a graduate of a catholic seminary, who was now known as Father Andrew vowed to help get the baby a name. With an appeal to the village chief, Kondo and the village shaman, Zuberi, Nkamba was allowed to name the baby. Father Andrew baptized the baby the next Sunday. Father Andrew told Nkamba that she must now name the baby. Nkamba said, “She will be called Adimu” (meaning rare in Swahili).
  
All of this happened during the first twenty six pages of the novel, which immediately tweaked my interest. This is how a good writer (like Cristiano Gentili) starts a novel...take the ball and run with it (I still love idioms). Don’t bore me with a 150 pages of useless fluff before the plot slowly starts to develop like the many books (that) I’ve read and reviewed in the past have (is it correct to end a sentence with have?). Anyway, the only flaw that I could find in Then she was born was in the coinciding story of Charles and Sarah Fielding, the rich Caucasian gold mine owners, who lived in mansion known as “The White House” on the island of Ukerewe in Tanzania. Their story was so powerful that it almost overwhelmed the story of Adimu, who represented the reason the novel was written for in the first place. But the author brilliantly melded the two stories together resulting in a whirlwind ending. This novel was quite a trip, and I wish the author all the luck in the world in his quest to end Africa’s prejudice and hateful attitude towards African albinos. Great job Cristiano Gentili!  
  
RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: I almost didn’t take this novel on because I didn’t see the need to review it since the author already had 41 reviews with a 4.5 average rating. But he lured me in by telling me that I’m a professional reviewer, that I review books in a fair way, that I know my business and how satisfactory it would be for him if his novel received a five star rating from me. Well, Cristiano Gentili, you got your five star review...and you earned it!   

THE ADVENTURES OF TOM SAWYER

Although Mark Twain published various writings previously, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer was his first solo novel (1876). It was followed by the 1884 publishing of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn (see my review of 12/17/2012). Don’t ask me why Twain left out “The” in Huck Finn’s novel title. Twain wrote two sequels for the Tom Sawyer character: Tom Sawyer Abroad (1894) and Tom Sawyer, Detective (1896). The Sawyer novel gave birth to one of Mark Twain’s legendary villains, Injun Joe, and one of his most lovable characters, gray haired Aunt Polly (was she the forerunner for Aunt Bee in Andy Griffith’s Mayberry TV Show?). Anyway, the novel was filled with memorable characters, including Huck Finn, Joe Harper and Becky Thatcher. The vernacular language of the 1870s was used in the Sawyer novel but in a less abusive fashion compared to the Huck Finn novel. A example of the local language is revealed on page 15 when Tom is trying to trick his friend into taking over the job of whitewashing Aunt Polly’s fence. Tom tells Jim, who was on his way to get a pail of water from the town’s pump for his missy, “Say, Jim, I’ll fetch the water if you’ll whitewash some.” Jim shook his head and said, “Can’t Mars Tom, ole missis, she tole me I got to go an’ git dis water an’ not to stop foolin’ roun’ wid anybody. She say she spec’ Mars Tom gwine to ax me to whitewash, an’ so she tole me go ‘long an’ tend to my own business-she ‘lowed she’d tend to de whitewashin’.” (Of course, Tom eventually tricked Jim into whitewashing the fence). In the preface, the author says, “Although my book is intended mainly for the entertainment of boys and girls, I hope it will not be shunned by men and women on that account, for part of my plan has been to try to pleasantly remind adults of what they once were themselves, and of how they felt and thought and talked, and what queer enterprises they sometimes engaged in.”

The novel starts out rather tranquil in the fictional town of St. Petersburg, Missouri on the Mississippi River. Tom Sawyer lives with his half brother, Sid, and his cousin Mary at his Aunt Polly’s house ever since Tom’s mom passed away. Tom is a conniving young man that just wants to do his own thing with no strings attached. He loves swimming, fishing, goofing off and playing marbles...he hates work, going to school and going to Sunday School. When Aunt Polly takes Tom to church, we have the opportunity to meet the town folks on page 35. “The crowd filed up the aisles: the aged and needy postmaster, who had seen better days; the mayor and his wife; the widow Douglas, fair, smart, and forty, a generous, goodhearted soul and well-to-do, her hill mansion the only palace in the town; the bent and venerable Major and Mrs. Ward; lawyer Riverson; next the belle of the village, followed by a troop of lawn clad* (*dressed in fine summer clothing); then all the young clerks in town in a body and last of all came the Model Boy, Willie Mufferson, taking a heedful care of his mother as if she was cut glass. The boys all hated him, he was so good.” Tom caused a stir in church when he let out a big pinch-bug from his percussion-cap box (a storage box he kept in his pant’s pocket) and a vagrant poodle dog began chasing it around the aisles. I told you that this novel starts out docile, but Twain’s writing is terrific. Want more excitement? Tom falls in love with the new girl in town, Becky Thatcher. He tries to show off in front of her at school, but that only gets him in constant trouble with the school’s master. When is this story going to explode with excitement? How about on page 43 when Tom runs into his buddy, Huck Finn? Don’t worry about the slow start; this novel will definitely get unexpectedly tense soon enough.

After Tom had his loose tooth pulled by Aunt Polly (the gap in his upper row of teeth enabled him to expectorate in a new and admiral way), he headed for school. “Shortly Tom came upon the juvenile pariah of the village, Huckleberry Finn, son of the town drunkard. Huckleberry was cordially hated and dreaded by all the mothers of the town, because he was idle and lawless and vulgar and bad-and because all their children admired him so, and delighted in his forbidden society, and wished they dared to be like him.” I loved the Huck Finn character. Let me give you a little bit of Mark Twain’s marvelous descriptive writing as he chronicles Huck’s appearance, “Huckleberry was always dressed in the castoff clothes of full-grown men, and they were in perennial bloom and fluttering with rags. His hat was a vast ruin with a wide crescent  lopped out of its brim; his coat,when he wore one, hung nearly to his heels and had the rearward buttons far down the back; but one suspender supported his trousers; the seat of the trousers bagged low and contained nothing; the fringed legs dragged in the dirt when not rolled up.” Can you visualize how he looked or what? Anyway, they talk about how to get rid of warts, Tom’s missing tooth, ticks, and dead cats (Huck has one with him that he traded for with another boy). Huck tells Tom that dead cats are good for curing warts with. Tom tells Huck that he knows something better to cure warts. Tom says, “Why, spunk-water.” Huck says, “Spunk-water! I wouldn’t give a dern for spunk-water.” Tom says it works because Bob Tanner did it. Huck says, “Who told you so?” Tom says, “Why, he told Jeff Thatcher, and Jeff told Johnny Baker, and Johnny told Jim Hollis, and Jim told a nigger, and the nigger told me, There now!” Pardon the language, but that’s how they talked in 1870. History is history.

Huck convinces Tom to meet him at the cemetery at midnight that night to prove his point. “Why, you take your cat and go and get in the graveyard’ long about midnight when somebody that was wicked has been buried; and when it’s midnight a devil will come, or maybe two or three, but you can’t see ‘em, you can only hear something like the wind, or maybe hear ‘em talk; and when they’re taking that feller away, you heave your cat after ‘em and say, ‘Devil follow corpse, cat follow devil, warts follow cat, I’m done with ye!’ That’ll fetch any wart.” So let me end my review at the spot where the boys go to the graveyard to test Huck’s theory and unexpectedly encounter three human devils. Can one of them possibly be...Injun Joe? This incident would cause Tom to say later on in the novel, “Well, I was afeard.” (don’t you love this 1870’s language?) This is where the novel took off like a runaway train, proving, once and for all, that Mark Twain was a great storyteller. In the conclusion section on page 204, Mark Twain writes, “So endeth this chronicle. It being strictly a history of a boy, it must stop here; the story could not go much further without becoming the history of a man. When one writes a novel about grown people, he knows exactly where to stop-that is, with a marriage; but when he writes of juveniles, he must stop where he best can. Most of the characters that perform in this book still live, and are prosperous and happy. Some day it may seem worthwhile to take up the story of the younger ones again and see what sort of men and women they turned out to be; therefore it will be wisest not to reveal any of that part of their lives at present.”

RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: Just so you know, I left out the guts of the novel so you can discover the greatness of Twain on your own. By the way, for what it’s worth, this novel was written in third person narration (it’s got something to do with the author telling the story...I think).

I loved one of the sidebar parts of the novel where Twain talks about a boy’s desire: “There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. This desire suddenly came upon Tom one day. He sallied out to find Joe Harper, but failed of success. Next he sought Ben Rogers; he had gone fishing. Presently he stumbled upon Huck Finn the Red-Handed. Huck would answer. Tom took him to a private place and opened the matter to him confidentially. Huck was willing. Huck was always willing to take a hand in any enterprise that offered entertainment and required no capital, for he had a troublesome super-abundance of that sort of time which is not money.”

If you want to read excellent book about a boy and his treasure hunting, read Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island (see my review of 8/23/2016). It’s one of my favorite classics…Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest-yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Shiver me timbers!
   

DIARY OF A SNOOPY CAT

The author sent a copy of her novel to my Children's Book Specialist, Pat Koelmel, to read and review:

Not only am I a lover of the hugely popular Diary of a Wimpy Kid series by Jeff Kinney, I am a lover of cats. So, I was thrilled at the prospect of reading R. F. Kristi’s Diary of a Snoopy Cat, volume 5 in the Inca (the cat) series. On top of all that, it’s a detective story, and who doesn’t like a good detective story? I couldn’t wait to get my paws on it.

The storyline itself is straightforward. It takes place in London and revolves around Inca, an aspiring feline detective about to embark on her second case with the help of her friends, an assortment of cats and dogs … and one hamster by the name of Charlotte. By the way, the author did a fine job developing unique personalities for each of the four-legged characters. Boys and girls will snicker at the entertaining kitty/doggie banter. There’s also some good bathroom humor, always a plus for kids.

With that said, I would have enjoyed the story far more had Inca’s case du jour started sooner. Given the book is 180 pages long, the plot should have unfolded well before page 62. But once things got going (on or about page 80), the next 50 or so pages were action-packed and exciting.

Also, while I like the author’s decision to break up the book using moments in time (e.g.: 11 days before Christmas, Monday morning) like a diary, the text doesn’t read like a diary at all. And there are way too many characters to keep track of between all the cats (4), dogs (3), and humans (12). And let’s not forget Charlotte the hamster.

As for the illustrations, the cover image in particular is nothing short of striking.

There’s one more thing worth mentioning: Age range is my first indicator as to whether a children’s book is a chapter book (for ages 7-10) or middle-grade novel (for ages 8-12). And since Ms. Kristi’s bio recommends her book for ages up to 12, I initially thought I was about to read a middle-grade novel. However, I soon discovered I was wrong. While it didn’t matter so much where I was concerned, buyers of books for young readers need to know the correct age range in order to make good choices.

In the end, I believe Diary of a Snoopy Cat delivers a fun read for the chapter-book set. I give it four meows.

RATING: 4 out of 5 stars

Comment: So what’s the difference between a chapter book and a middle-grade novel? Children’s author Marty Mokler Banks offers the following answer on her blog, chapterbookchat.wordpress.com:

“Emma D. Dryden, whose career in the publishing industry has included time as vice president, publisher of Atheneum Books for Young Readers and Margaret K. McElderry Books, explains that from a publisher’s standpoint, chapter books are those books geared towards readers between the ages of 7-10, and they will be formatted to lots of black-and-white illustrations, the chapters will be short, the type will be large, and there will be a nice amount of white space on the pages; the protagonists in chapter books are customarily about eight- or nine-years-old. Thus, chapter books invite the young reader in. They make a point not to intimidate"

“Conversely, Dryden says middle grade books are geared towards readers between the ages of 8-12, and they may or may not have illustrations, the chapters will be longer, the type will be of a more standard size, there will be less white space on the pages, and the protagonists in middle grade novels are customarily eleven- or twelve-years-old, which makes middle grade books slightly more mature, from format to content.”

Inca Book Series

Award winning author, R.F. Kristi, emailed me to help promote her children's picture book series, which she says are multi-faceted. The author's aim is to promote culture through reading, teach children to respect and love animals and promote literacy and the love of reading. I'm glad to help her mission.

Rick O:

Introducing a book series which promotes learning a different culture through a fun read.

What is the most effective way of promoting an interest in different cultures was foremost in the mind of children’s author R.F. Kristi - when she started writing the Inca Book Series (www.incabookseries.com).

As a former professional of UNICEF with a Ph.D. in social development, she was very much aware that an important aspect of learning is the ability to understand and appreciate other cultures.

There are many reasons why children should be encouraged to learn about different cultures:

Firstly, other cultures are interesting. It is stimulating to learn about those who are different from you. Knowledge of other cultures kindles the mind. Learning about other cultures is an interesting way to challenge your thought processes and expand the way you process information.

Learning about other cultures fosters understanding. Many of the problems we have in this world are due to misunderstandings. When you learn about another culture, and see why others do the things they do, it’s easier to understand them.

When you learn about other cultures, you learn that there is more than one approach to life. Perhaps the cultural heritage of someone else can add another dimension to your life.

Being able to tolerate others, and not berate them because of their differences is not only a big part of living in a global community, but it is also the mark of a well-rounded person.

Travel enables the meeting and learning about other cultures and customs leading to a richer experience. Unfortunately, it is not every child who will have the opportunity to travel at a very young age.

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ORIGIN

Harvard Professor Robert Langdon is back and better than ever. Is the storyline different? No, but for some reason this episode seemed more exciting than his last two efforts. Origin is comparable to the Dan Brown bestsellers, The Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons. Inferno (see my review of 8/29/2013) and The Lost Symbol were okay but lacked something (I’m not sure what). The plot is always the same. Langdon is either invited or summoned to an event by some haut monde type person who is summarily murdered. Langdon then jets around the world during a twenty-four hour period with a beautiful girl ultimately solving the murder by interpreting religious clues and symbols. You must remember his beguiling ladies; Sophie in The Da Vinci Code, Vittoria in Angels and Demons and Sienna in Inferno. Well get ready to meet the fiance of Prince Julian of Spain, Ambra Vidal. I’m not criticizing Dan Brown’s modus operandi. Didn’t Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot always assemble all the suspects at the novel’s end to expose the murderer? Didn’t William Powell in The Thin Man movies do the same thing? Didn’t Charlie Chan always use his Chinese wisdom (insignificant molehill sometimes more important than conspicuous mountain) to solve crimes? Didn’t one of his bungling sons always get in his way? Anyway, you get the message. So what’s this 461 page novel about?

World renowned scientist and atheist Edmond Kirsch arrives in Catalonia, Spain for a meeting with three world religious leaders in a massive stone monastery. Present are Bishop Valdespino (Catholic leader of Spain), Rabbi Yehuda Koves (prominent Jewish philosopher) and Syed al-Fadl (Islamic scholar). In the famed library of Montserrat Monastery, Edmond tells the religious leaders that they are going to preview a video that the whole world will see in a month. He needs a vow of secrecy...they agree. “I am here today,” Kirsch began, “because I have made a scientific discovery I believe you will find startling. It is something I have pursued for many years, hoping to provide answers to two of the most fundamental questions of our human experience (where do we come from?/ where are we going?). Now that I have succeeded, I have come to you specifically because I believe this information will affect the world’s faithful in a profound way, quite possibly causing a shift that can only be described as, shall we say-disruptive. At the moment, I am the only person on earth who has the information I am about to reveal to you...Kirsch glanced around the ancient repository of sacred texts. It will not shake your foundations. It will shatter them.” The three religious leaders are stunned by the video. Kirsch didn’t tell them, but he planned to show this video to the world in three days, not in a month. By the way, all of the above happened just in the prologue. Does it sound exciting?

Since Kirsch was a student of Langdon’s at Harvard, the professor was invited to the event held at a museum of modern art in northern Spain. Kirsch sent invitations to many famous people without telling them what the event was about. People flocked in from around the world. The invitation said, “Saturday night. Be there. Trust me.” The security getting in was very inflexible, yet a retired Spanish Admiral, Luis Avila, was able to get his name added to the guest list at the last moment. How? Apparently somebody called from the palace and asked Ambra Vidal (the Prince’s fiance), who was also the Museum’s director, to do a last minute favor. She was under a lot of pressure (at this late hour) to get the show starting on time...so she okayed the additional name to the list. Did the palace really call? Who is this admiral and whose orders does he follow? Are the three religious leaders trying to silence Kirsch? Each guest is given a individual headset to tour the museum. Professor Langdon’s headset is controlled by someone named Winston (is he human?). After a brief tour, Winston leads Langdon off the beaten path to a secret room where he meets Edmond Kirsch. Meanwhile, the Rabbi and the Muslim have disappeared. In the secret room, Kirsch tells Langdon, “I need your advice...I fear my life may depend on it.” Langdon says, “Edmond? What’s going on? Are you okay?...Edmond, relax. Focus on your presentation. You’re not in any danger from religious clerics.” Kirsch didn’t look convinced. “You may feel differently, Robert, when you hear what I’m about to say.”

What happens on stage during Kirsch’s presentation sets the tone for the rest of this super exciting novel. As usual, every chapter ended in a cliffhanger, leading the reader into the next chapter. I thought the unique subject matter added to the drama of this novel. I kept saying to myself, what’s the answer to Kirsch’s questions to Robert Langdon on page 53. “These two mysteries lie at the heart of the human experience. Where do we come from? Where are we going? Human creation and human destiny. They are the universal mysteries. Robert, the discovery I’ve made...it very clearly answers both of these questions.” Wow, this was one of the best novels I’ve read this year! And I read a lot of books. Did I say read or read...I love irregular verbs almost as much as I like using that that back to back.

RATING: 5 out of 5 stars

Comment: Generally, when you read a novel with Professor Robert Langdon as the main character, you learn something historically, or you are reminded of something you forgot. Reading this novel...I was reminded of something I forgot. I’m not a proponent of the idiots in this country who want to destroy any statue that leaves a bad taste in their mouths. Even statues of Christopher Colombus are under siege in NYC. You can’t erase history.

The great Spanish author and philosopher, Jorge (or George if you like) Santayana (12/16/1863 to 9/26/1952) once said something that is so true...especially in today’s world. He said, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” Enough said?