Reviews and Comments

Some great, albeit dated, science fiction from one of the masters of the craft. Safe when used as directed.

Grind your bones to dust? Grind this book to dust. The characters are mostly bland and uninteresting. The plot is impossible to follow, and the ending leaves you with nothing, no feeling, and no caring.

“Creation” is the memoir of Zoroaster’s grandson, that like most peoples’ lives, merely meanders from beginning to end. Though it was a real slog (as you can tell by how long it took me to read this), reading it is a fascinating journey if you can give it the time. Brush up on world religions and Greek history before you start, though. I feel I would have enjoyed this book more if I were reading this back in college.

The book is clearly for kids and young adults, but as a baseball fan, I picked it up. Adults will find it to be some easy, light reading, good for an hour or two of fun. Plus, I learned more about Joe Jackson than I ever knew.

You can tell Joe Hill is Stephen King‘s son. Father and son both have the unique ability to make me sit down to read a few chapters, and have me reading until the cat’s gone down for the night, the pages run out, and I need to hold my hands over the next paragraph to keep my eyes from jumping ahead.

That being said, the story is wonderful. Without giving anything away, Joe Hill weaves an intricate tale that ties up every loose end he unweaves while leaving the reader about as satisfied as (s)he can be with tales of the macabre.

This was my first foray into the progeny of Stephen King and Tabitha Spruce King, and it will not be the last.

Like many biographies (and I use the term loosely), Moore’s portrayal of Jesus in his earlier years is uninteresting, but how many interesting children have you met? If the reader makes it to when the journey begins, then it’s actually a pretty entertaining read. A reader will probably bond with the Everyman Biff compared to his more successful friend, Jesus, and that’s perfectly okay.

Between the conclusion of author R. L. Stine’s talk and me waiting to meet him, I read almost the entire book. You can tell he wrote so many children’s books, but don’t let the perceived lack of depth stop you. It’s been almost thirty years since Stine wowed me with the Goosebumps series, and this adult novel of his is equally gripping. I told Stine in person how I couldn’t put this down, and he was pleased.

Ars moriendi est ars vivendi. The art of dying is the art of living. The late Dr. Nuland’s wordy book talks about death and analyzes it from many angles, both medical and philosophical.