Number in the Title
*Thank you to eggs of Litsy:*
*Today’s Prompt: NUMBER IN THE TITLE*
*An all-time favorite book:*
*THE THIRTEENTH T...
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Sunday, November 21, 2010
Mailbox Monday and In my Mailbox November 22nd 2010
This is my first foray into Mailbox Monday meme and I am not sure whether I am getting it right.
"Mailbox Monday" is the brainchild of Marcia at The Printed Page.
Mailbox Monday is now on a blog tour.
This month's host is Knitting and Sundries. Visit every week this month to see links to the latest and greatest books arriving in mailboxes! Be aware, though, visiting can lead to book envy and toppling TBR piles! There are giveaways also on her site so please go visit.
December's host will be Lady Q at Let Them Read Books! So be certain to stop by her blog and show her some love!
"In My Mailbox" is hosted by The Story Siren
Every week we'll post about what books we have that week (via your mailbox/library/store bought)! Everyone that agrees to participate will try to visit each other's list and leave comments! Everyone is welcome to join! You can join at anytime and you DO NOT have to participate every week.
My mailbox is very small this week and totally dependent on my library at Carnegie in Melbourne. The first up is
Holy Fools revolves around Juliet, one time acrobat and star performer of a circus troupe led by her lover, Guy LeMerle. Betrayed by him and pregnant with child, she seeks refuge in a nunnery off the Brittany coast and becomes Soeur Auguste. When the abbess dies, an 11-year old girl, niece of a powerful bishop, is appointed the new abbess. She arrives accompanied by LeMerle, disguised as a priest. As the two wield their evil upon the nunnery, Juliet must protect herself and her daughter. This novel is being hailed as one of Joanne Harris's best. Asian Review of Books says, "If you enjoy history, intrigue and characters who dance to life from the page, you'll enjoy Holy Fools
This is also known as Death in the Morning. This is one of the book reviews that came up. The book came up as a recommendation on a book blog.
It's a glorious spring morning in the village of Ashthorpe. Birds are singing, and sunlight is dancing on the river, where Mry Gedge's dress drifts lazily in the shallows and flowers mingle in her hair. The scene is so altogether lovely that some locals think dreamily of Ophelia, drowned for love of noble Hamlet. Chief Inspector Quantrill, though, has little patience for that kind of self-indulgence; he's got a murder to solve. And with a passionless marriage, a job that centers mostly on recovering stolen pigs, and the certain knowledge that he's missed his best chance for romance, he's something of a prisoner of pragmatism. Mary Gedge may indeed have died for love of the wrong man, but in his muddy English market town, that man is unlikely to be a prince of Denmark.