Kitchen Privileges by Mary Higgins Clark

Product description from Amazon: In her long-awaited memoir, Mary Higgins Clark, America's beloved and bestselling Queen of Suspense, recounts the early experiences that shaped her as a person and influenced her as a writer.

**17 JUL 2009 - somehow I skipped over blogging about this book, I finished reading it Mar 20, 2009, and just now noticed it's absence from my Reading A-Z Challenge! So I am editing the post date!

Mary Higgins Clark has truly had an interesting life - Catholic school upbringing, secretarial school, then a stewardess, and on to the wedding. She describes it all in this memoir with love and humor. Clark leaves a little mystery with her two line summary of a marriage that lasted just a few years and was a mistake. Surely there is a story there?

I enjoyed this look at one of my favorite authors. I like her even more for reading it and it makes me more aware of the value of our family history. I think I ought to sit Great Granny down at her 90th birthday this Fall and have her tell all the stories from start to finish.

This book is my "K" for the A-Z Reading Challenge! Click on the logo to see my progress.

Fourth of July by James Patterson

From the back cover: After losing one of its own, Lindsay Boxer and the Women's Murder Club make a courageous return for their fourth and most chilling case ever--one that could easily be their last. A young girl is killed in crossfire after a routine arrest goes terribly wrong, and Lt. Lindsay Boxer has to defend herself against a charge of police brutality. In a landmark trial that transfixes the nation, Lindsay fights to save her career and her sanity.

While awaiting trial, Lindsay escapes to the beautiful town of Half Moon Bay, but the peaceful community there is reeling from a string of unspeakable murders. Working with her friends in the Women's Murder Club, Lindsay finds a link between these killings and a case she worked on years before-an unsolved murder that has haunted her ever since. As summer comes into full swing, Lindsay battles for her life on two fronts: before a judge and jury as her trial comes to a climax, and facing unknown adversaries who will do anything to keep her from the truth about the killings--including killing again. It all comes to a head before the big annual 4th of July celebration on the waterfront at Half Moon Bay. Patterson fine-tunes the tension like never before in this heart-racing new novel in the bestselling detective series to debut in years.

This was great book! I was coming into the series at the fourth book but it didn't slow me down at all. Patterson and his co-author, Maxine Paetro, brought all the characters to life vividly so I knew everybody without hesitation and was able to follow the plot easily. Easy as figuring out who was who was...I didn't figure out whodunit. I knew one character was somehow going to end up a bad egg but I didn't imagine the ending scene and who was involved - that's good - I like the suspense to keep going until the very end! This book was one that just made me say, "Wow - no wonder James Patterson is so popular!" I'm going to have my eyes open looking for the first three in the series.

This book is my "F" for the A-Z Reading Challenge! Click on the logo to see my progress.







This is also one of my books for the 2009 Audio book Challenge. 7/12 completed on that one - click on the button to see how it's going!

The Beach House by James Patterson

From the author's website: Jack Mullen is a driven student of the law. His brother Peter is a servant of the rich, parking the cars of the Hamptons' elite-and perhaps satisfying their more intimate needs as well. Then Peter's body is found on the beach. Jack knows the drowning was no accident, but someones unlimited power and money have bought the cops, the judges, the system. Now Jack is learning a lesson in justice he never got in law school- and his astonishing plan to beat the billionaires will have you reeling-and cheering-to the very last page.


James Patterson is prolific. I am not sure what the co-author thing is all about but he gives another author, Peter de Jonge, partial credit. My mother loved the Alex Cross books; she isn't the only one since a few have been made into movies. I started collecting them with the idea that I would get them all in hand and then read them through in order. That never happened. But then I stumbled across the audio book of The Beach House and since audio books are my current addiction, I snatched it up and started.

This book was read by Gil Bellows. He's a pretty man who has been in a few TV shows I've seen. His voice was pleasant enough except that I found his "woman voice" a little creepy. If he could have just stayed with the male characters, all would have been fine.

The story captured my attention. I didn't get it all figured out before the big reveal so the suspense stayed with me until the end. He drew enough of an image of each character that I was able to differentiate who was who. But he must not have captured the setting as well because although I know it is at the beach ("doh" as Homer would say) and I even know it's the Hampton's, I just still don't have a picture in my head of what that might look like.

This is one of my books for the 2009 Audiobook Challenge too. 6/12 completed on that one - click on the button to see how it's going!

Pity party over, time to work!

Discovered this week that a friend who is the young mother of six beautiful children has breast cancer. Another friend, mother of two young boys, is in the hospital as her third battle with breast cancer has taken a bad turn due to side effects during treatment. These are REAL problems.

My kid is on the path to becoming a juvenile delinquent - so what? At least I am here and healthy so that I can deal with it and hopefully live to see him come through the other side. Ex-Marine may be out of work - so what? I have a good job, he has military retirement - yes, belt tightening would have to occur but we would survive. We'll figure out college - Bookworm is so smart she will qualify for the scholarship for state schools - she just may not be going out of state - and in reality she doesn't seem to care. She's perfectly content to go in-state; it's probably me living vicariously through her more than anything else! These are WHINES - not real problems.

So I kind of picked myself up yesterday - shined my sink - and came back. I went out to dinner at the Outback with a group of old girlfriends. I had a Cosmopolitan, a steak filet, shrimp stuffed with lobster, and later, poundcake with strawberries and whipped cream. BUT...no bread. I gave up bread for Lent. (Yes, I am questioning the value of this sacrifice as I have to wear elastic waist pants today because I am still so full.) I got my ducks in a row for a training I had to conduct today for about 65 childcare providers....a tough audience at the end of the day; they have been known to fall asleep - but not tonight, at least not not during my portion!

I've made a list of all the book reviews in draft form in various stages of completion - I'm putting them here to hold myself accountable! Damn, John Adams is still not in the list.
Beyond the White House by Jimmy Carter
We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates (even after I said I would never read her again!)
Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer
The Constant Princess by Philippa GregoryBeach House by James Patterson

So Cryapalooza 2009 has ended.

How do we tell if it's clean?

In the course of my government slavery, I went into a house the other day that was home to a few kids and a set of parents and a small pack of assorted dogs. The house was dirty: piles of things on the floor, dishes unwashed, trash overflowing, and most unappealing - a pile of dog poo on the stairs. The stairs inside the house. The stairs that people would traverse from the first floor to the second floor - eww! So I am telling my friend, Mary Poppins (who really is practically perfect in every way) about this and saying, "How would you not know your dog had pooped in the house?" And there was this pause and she was like, "Well..." and then came the story about the time her dog had pooped in the house and how she was totally unaware but only figured it out later when he was cavorting with a piece of rock hard dried poo. So then she had to search every nook and cranny until she found the poop stash. And just in case you are wondering, Mary Poppins' house is immaculate - except for that one pile of dog poo.

So then of course I started thinking about my own pet poop story. Our cat lives in Bookworm's room. Sometimes the cat roams about the house just to nap in a new spot the way cats like to do and then gets shut out when Bookworm shuts the door and takes off for school or wherever. Shut out from her usual napping spots and from her litter box. Well the way our house is laid out all my places - my bedroom, my den, the kitchen, the laundry room are all at one end of the house. Bookworm is on the other end past the formal living room that gets absolutely no use. So one day there is a knock on the front door - no one uses our front door! I go to "the other side" to let in a dad that is dropping off Youngest. As we're standing there hanging out in the formal unused living room, I'm thinking, "Something (or someone) doesn't smell right." But we make our small talk, thanks for the car pool, see you soon, goodbye. I turn around and there right smack dab in the middle of the center cushion of my lovely leather couch is a pile of cat poop. That's what didn't smell right. And in case you are wondering, although my house isn't immaculate, I do have a housekeeper that comes once a week so it's pretty clean - except for that one pile pf cat poo.

So all of this just begs the question - if the presence or absence of a pile of pet poop in a home can no longer be a benchmark for cleanliness, what are we left with? How do we tell if it's clean?

I contemplated Googling "pictures of poo" to add a graphic but thought better of it...aren't you glad?

Hold onto this thread, please.

My life is unraveling. I've not posted lately. I've read and listened to several books. I've seen a few movies. I've hostessed a party. I've worked at home - laundry, dishes, bills, laundry, dishes, bills, and at work. But all of that pales - seems completely unblogworthy compared to the pain. Tween is falling apart. We've gotten a notice of possible expulsion from the school, we just discovered he's committed a grave act of vandalism with a group of other boys. Ex-Marine got notice today that his company is laying off twenty percent of the work force. Those that are lucky enough to stay will have to weather a five week furlough planned for this summer and another two weeks at the end of the year. Bookworm is all about college - but how are we going to pay for it? And Youngest just keeps plugging away being his angelic self despite the high emotions around him. I'm in a state of complete disorganization. When I am carrying around a Ziploc bag of bills and permission slips and sports schedules because I don't have time to deal with them, I know it's bad. And it's not even the gallon size - it's the two gallon size! So I've got several posts in varying stages of completion waiting patiently in draft status for me to get it together. I could maybe get it together for me but it is so much more than me that it just feels a little overwhelming. It's taking all I've got to hang onto this thread.

We Were the Mulvaneys by Joyce Carol Oates

From the back cover: The Mulvaneys are blessed by all that makes life sweet - a hardworking father, a loving mother, three fine sons, and a bright, pretty daughter. They are confident in their love for each other and their position in the rural community of Mt. Ephraim, New York. But something happens on Valentine's Day 1976 - an incident that is hushed up in the town and never spoken of in the Mulvaney home - that rends the fabric of their lives.

AS the years pass the secrets they keep from each other threaten to destroy them, but ultimately they bridge the chasms between them and reunite in the spirit of love and healing. Rarely has such an acclaimed writer made such a startling and inspiring statement about the value of hope and compassion.

If I had been paying any attention in the bookstore, I wouldn't have bought this one because of the author, Joyce Carol Oates. I had read another of her books (Gravedigger's Daughter) and did not like it. But I wasn't paying attention! I just saw that Oprah book club symbol and the bargain price tag and into my cart it went. I guess, in the end, I am glad.

Like almost every last one of Oprah's books, this is a sad story. Oprah apparently likes her book weepy. This tale is the disintegration of a family - the slowly eroding relationships. And the kicker is...all for nothing - it was such a waste. I really wanted revenge on the family member who caused the breach. I didn't get it in full so the ending was a bit unsatisfying.

The book moved really slowly through the first days.I listened to the audio book and I think it was 7 CD's long and the first day and night of the story took up almost three of the seven CD's. The pace was slow but it held my interest - it didn't feel like a "slow start" - but she did cover ground more quickly as the book progressed!


I don't have vivid images of either the setting or the time period - perhaps that speaks to the lack of distinguishing characteristics of the 70's/80's and the geography of upstate New York! More likely it's just that Oates expended all her energy on the relationships. And that's what I crave - I have discovered that about myself - a good story isn't about a place or a time - it's the people. This is a good story.

Joyce Carol Oates has an extensive website and she has an interview regarding the book on this page.

This is one of my books for the 2009 Audiobook Challenge - click on the button to see how it's going!