Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Two for the Dough- Janet Evanovich
Friday, August 22, 2008
Farewell, My Subaru- Doug Fine
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Into The Wild- Jon Krakauer
Sunday, July 27, 2008
My So-called Life- Catherine Clark
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Eat Pray Love- Elizabeth Gilbert
The Alchemist- Paulo Coelho
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix- J.K. Rowling
Friday, June 6, 2008
Three Cups of Tea- Greg Mortenson and David Oliver Relin
The Only Road North- Erik Mirandette
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Black and Blue- Anna Quindlen
The Five People You Meet in Heaven- Mitch Albom
One For The Money- Janet Evanovich
Citizen Coors- Dan Baum
Thursday, May 1, 2008
We wish to inform you that tomorrow we will be killed with our families- Philip Gourevitch
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
A Pirate Looks at Fifty- Jimmy Buffett
I’m not quite the parrothead I one day aspire to be, but even so, I still couldn’t help thinking how full of himself Jimmy Buffet is. The entire book is like a tribute to himself and all of the things he’s been privilege to (almost all material things). He talked way too much about all of the planes he’s purchased and went on to describe minute details of his flights (i.e., I did a safety check before taking my seat in the pilot’s chair). This was another case where I just couldn’t relate to anything I was reading. I think only the die-hard fan could appreciate this book and that’s just because he’s crazed in his obsession of Mr.Buffett.
Dispatches From A Not-So-Perfect Life- Faulkner Fox
Yawn….It’s not to say that life for a woman with a husband, child and house isn’t interesting because I’m sure it is, but this woman’s story was booooring. She talked about how she and her feminist husband had made a plan where they would equally share childcare and household responsibilities, but the reality was actually quite different. She was still doing the lion’s share of the house cleaning and childcare (to the point that she started making a miles plan for all the work she did to earn herself a break). She goes back and forth a million times trying to figure out why and how this happened. I think she determined that it was mostly her fault for not being more greedy with her time because she was a freelance writer who worked from home and felt guilty choosing her work over her family. Even though I couldn’t relate to this woman’s story on any level, I do think I gained insight into the lives of some of my friends and understand a little more what they’re going through. Now if they could only understand what it’s like to be a single, dating woman in her late 20’s we might just have something to talk about.
Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood- Rebecca Wells
Let’s here it for the girls! This is the sequel to Little Altars Everywhere (the book most of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood movie was based on). This story focuses more on Vivi and her life growing up and how the Ya-Ya Sisterhood was formed. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of reading and definitely recommend to all of my girlfriends.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Let my people go surfing (the education of a reluctant business man)- Yvon Chouinard
An active outdoorsman, Chouinard founded Patagonia accidentally when he started developing climbing gear for his own personal use before it even existed anywhere else. As climber friends started requesting his gear the demand mandated a more formal operation which evolved into the Patagonia you know today (well….for climbing equipment it‘s Black Diamond Ltd.).
I happened across this book after a segment on NPR about the corporate culture at Patagonia piqued my interest in working for the company. After reading it I am more determined than ever to land a job there. Contacts anyone?
Marching Powder- Rusty Young and Thomas McFadden
San Pedro prison is also where some of the best cocaine is manufactured. The narrator, Thomas, describes it all in detail. He also talks about how he fell into becoming a tour guide for the prison which was listed in Lonely Planet as a place to see. It was an absolutely fascinating book and a quick read. Definitely something I wasn’t ashamed to be caught reading at the airport.