The book "How To Steal A Car" was very interesting in the beginning , this 15-16 year old girl Kelleigh gets so bored with her life when a man drops his car keys outside at the mall and doesn't notice to pick them up. Kelleigh then picks them up and puts them in her purse, only then later she fin...
Parts of this book had a real touch of cleverness, and I'm happy to say that it wasn't as predictable as I had ...well, predicted. But overall I felt the writing style lacked polish, the back-and-forth points-of-view seemed amateurish to me, and the characters weren't even likable!I did apprecia...
Imagine this: On a hot summer day, a 16-year old, rotund boy invites you to join a new religion. The rules are simple: you don't have to wear robes like the cult you see in movies (you don't need to sacrifice virgins too!), it's quite informal and Tuesday is the Sabbath. Your god will be called t...
I usually lead these Akashic Noir City anthology reviews with any personal ties I have to the focus city or, lacking that, any impression I have them. But, I'll be honest, I have no personal ties to Minneapolis/St. Paul, no impression of it and no pop-culture perception of it beyond it being the...
Seventy-three-year-old ex-poker player Axel Speeter has one more winner-take-all hand to play with a pair of crooks who are after the $260,000 he keeps squirreled away in his room at the Motel 6. A "New York Times Book Review" Notable Book for 1996.
Barbaraannette Quinn loved her husband, Bobby, right up until the day he got in his truck,left their home in Cold Rock, Minnesota, and never returned. She has waited six years for him to walk back through her door, and now that she has hit the Powerball lottery, she's willing to give a million do...
Joe Crow thinks he's one hell of a poker player. An ex-cop who dresses halfway between a slob and a nerd and looks a little like Wayne Newton when he's surprised, Crow has almost forgotten what it feels like to lose. But then he lets Laura Debrowski - a spike-haired, leather-clad burst of rock'n'...
SnatchedtttBy: Pete Hautman, Mary Logue tt Amaya FostertThe book i read was called Snatched it started out like a regular school day and then to boys we arguing over something and then they got into a fight the principle caught them and said hey come here why are you fighting and they both got su...
Jack Lund figures a good day is when his dad's too drunk to beat up his mom. For Jack, Bogg's End is the end. The end of the turbulent, see-saw years of watching his father go on the wagon and fall right back off gain. Once it took two years, but the inevitable inevitably happened. Now it's jus...
Have you ever felt different, like no one understands you? That's how Lucy feels in the book Sweet Blood by Pete Hautman. Lucy is a sixteen year old girl suffering from diabetes. She has done a lot of research on diabetes and now believes that in the olden times "vampires" were really just people...
While on a class field trip, Roni Delicata and Brian Bain find a local archaeologist unconscious in a cave. Professor Andrew Dart is trying to find evidence of an Indian burial ground to stop the Bloodwater family from developing the site. But it is Dr. Dart who has been stopped first, in this ex...
—Sir John Davies “ONWARD, JAMES. TO THE chapel.” Crow felt his neck go rigid. He turned around and looked at the couple sitting in the back of the limo. Carmen, looking even sleepier than usual, in her outlandish dress, conical breast cups jutting from above a fluffy, translucent skirt. Hyatt loo...
With no physical body, there could be no accumulation of waste products in the bloodstream, no muscle fatigue, no drowsiness, no hunger, no thirst. To be a Klaatu was — in theory — to experience every moment in a state of blissful awareness. Nevertheless, as the millennia passed, many of the Klaa...
Other people do not have this talent. Let me tell you: I once peeled an entire bag of tangerines—seventeen of them—using only my fingernails, without losing one drop of juice. I lined up the peeled tangerines on the kitchen counter and they were as beautiful as any work of art. Mrs. Felko, my art...
“Mission accomplished.” “Great, I’m starved,” said Nick. She started digging around in the refrigerator. “I think we’ve got some salad greens in here someplace.” Roni said, “Nick, what would you do if you all of a sudden had a hundred thousand dollars?” “Pay off the house. Put some money away for...
said the Sasquatch as he stirred a spoonful of honey into his tea. “Since that seems to be where all this folderol started.” “What’s folderol?” I asked. That was a mistake. “Folderol, brouhaha, fuss, commotion, ballyhoo, tempest in a—” &...
It is as if we are being shown the entire range of Montana weather in a matter of days. Temperatures drop below zero degrees for seven nights running. Our hens stop laying, and several of them die from a respiratory disease we have never before encountered. Womenshome’s septic tank freezes, forci...
“This way,” she said. Hidden behind the oleander hedge was a slot in the convent wall. Yar Song turned sideways and disappeared into the opening. Lia followed, expelling the air in her lungs to make herself fit. If the slot in the wall had been narrower by the width of a finger, she could not hav...
“What’s that?” she asked. “Um … I’m playing this game?” “You’re playing a computer game while I’m talking to you?” “I’m listening!” Wes said. “You were telling me about Trish, uh, writing something on the school wall —” “She wrote it on Tabitha’s locker!” “That’s what I meant.” “And she got caugh...
He thought there were four of them, but he wasn’t sure. One of them was the young guy he had seen before. The others he couldn’t get a look at, but he suspected one of them was Koan, the man who had shot him, and maybe Tamm and Gheen as well. Kosh waited, shotgun safety off, half hoping Koan woul...
We were greeted by a horse, two cows, and a monkey. The horse and cows were confined to their stalls; the monkey was dangling from a miniature trapeze inside a cage. They all had something to say—not in human language, but in neighs, moos, and screechy gibbering—and they were all wearing collars ...
—SEAN MURPHY’S JOURNAL AMANDA MADE THE BEST pancakes. Thick, tasty, and about a quarter pound each. A couple of them would keep a man moving till lunchtime, and if his bowels were sluggish, they’d move those too. George Murphy cut his stack into wedges, applied a half cup of Log Cabin syrup, and ...
MIKEY Shayne said, “What’s he going to do if you don’t pay him?” I pointed at my split lip. “What do you think?” “If you had the money, would you pay him?” “No way!” I said. But I was thinking I probably would. I really didn’t want to get hit again. “You say he’s a dealer, so he must have some ki...