Cannot Get Into A Groove With Nineteen Minutes!

We are into February and I am not yet finished Nineteen Minutes. In fact that is an understatement, I am forcing myself to finish it, even skipping paragraphs to get to the last page! Though I have heard countless praise for this author I can not join in. Yes she continues to draw me in, as if I am there with the characters but the book is ..dragging..!

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• The constant shifting of who is speaking makes it very difficult to just pick up the book and fall back into the story line.


• I think the book could have been shorter, by page 245 I get that their life sucks, now tell me what happened.


• One of my friends mentioned that she had a difficult time reading because she didn't feel any hope wrapped into the story. I have to agree, I felt just plain depressed.

Nineteen Minutes was given a grade of A by the Entertainment Weekly Readers, so don't let me stop you from reading the book (if you haven't). If you have read it, what are your thoughts? Maybe you liked her style? Please leave me a comment or email me at littlemrsw@yahoo.ca.

I will continue to forge a head and hope to find my groove in the next 200 pages!!

Happy Reading!

I Need To Pinch Myself!

I NEED TO PINCH MYSELF, page after page...

You know the friend or family member that you have that sobs during every drama, if not crying they are yelling and throwing things at the characters on the screen? Well...I would be that friend! Yes, I have to choose my movies (and books) wisely because I get so involved that it is absolutely exhausting! My point to this little tid bit or tim bit of information is that Nineteen Minutes (January's Book)is exhausting for me to read!!!! Jodi Picoult does such a fantastic job at bringing you right into the book....I feel like I am the Mother running to see if my child is hurt...I feel like I am the policeman at the horrific scene...I feel like I am the kid being bullied....

Here are two segments I pulled out..

Page Forty:

Labor was hard for everyone, Lacy knew, but especially hard for the women who had expectations and lists and plans, because it was never the way you thought it would be. In order to labor well, you had to let your body take over, instead of your mind. You revealed yourself, even the parts you had forgotten about. For someone like Alex, who was so used to being in control this could be devastating. Success would come only at the expense of losing her cool, at the risk of turning into someone she did not want to be.

Page Sixty Six:

A boy with ape arms and a backward baseball cap grabbed the lunch box out of Peter's grasp. "Hey , freak," he said, " you want to see Superman fly?"
Before Peter understood what the older boy was doing, he opened a window and hurled Peter's lunch box out of it. Peter stood up, craning his neck around to see out the rear emergency door. His lunch box burst open on the asphalt. His apple rolled across the dotted yellow line of the road and vanished beneath the tire of an oncoming car.
"Sit down!" the bus driver yelled.

How far are you in? What do you think? Let me know with a comment or send me an email, littlemrsw@yahoo.ca.

Happy Reading!

January's Book

I am excited to introduce January's Book:
Nineteen Minutes written by Jodi Picoult!
As written on the back cover:
Sterling is an ordinary New Hampshire town where nothing ever happens-until the day its complacency is shattered by an act of violence. Josie Cormier, the daughter of the judge sitting on the case, should be the state's best witness, but she can't remember what happened before her very own eyes-or can she? As the trial progresses, fault lines between the high school and the adult community begin to show-destroying the closest of friendships and families. Nineteen Minutes asks what it means to be different in our society, who has the right to judge someone else, and whether anyone is ever really who they seem to be.

Have you read it? Have you heard of Jodi Picoult? Let me know..if you can't comment please email me at littlemrsw@yahoo.ca.

Happy Reading!