<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:26.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bibliophilage</title><subtitle type='html'>I post reviews on books you recommend to me. You argue with me or agree with me. We have fun all around, and I get enriched. Hopefully.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-109414616486622109</id><published>2004-09-02T11:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T13:29:24.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flowers for Algernon, by Daniel KeyesI picked this up a week or two ago at Chapters, and started actually reading it one Tuesday or so, finishing it two days later. Some of the language is a little less PC that what one might expect to read nowadays, but that was to be expected, seeing as how it was written in the 60s, as near as I can see. Anyhow, it's the story of a mentally-disabled man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/109414616486622109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/109414616486622109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109414616486622109' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-109267557213948698</id><published>2004-08-16T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T13:03:16.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read recently:The Cinderella Rules, by Donna KauffmanDear Prince Charming, by Donna KauffmanHot &amp; Bothered, by Susan AndersenUndead and Unemployed, by Maryjanice DavidsonThe DaVinci Code, by Dan BrownAngels and Demons, by Dan BrownDeception Point, by Dan BrownDigital Fortress, by Dan BrownAll my friends are superheroes, by Andrew KaufmanCerulean Sins, by Laurell K. HamiltonCravings, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/109267557213948698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/109267557213948698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109267557213948698' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-106177866564946491</id><published>2003-08-24T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T22:31:05.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Vagina Monologues, by Eve EnslerI dithered over buying this book for the longest time. I was always worried that it would be a bunch of wonky things that wouldn't speak to me. Instead, it was interesting. It had funny moments, and touching moments, and moments when I was nodding my head and saying to myself, "This is what I was trying to say in this or that article." I really enjoyed it, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/106177866564946491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/106177866564946491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106177866564946491' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-106056089490891712</id><published>2003-08-10T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T20:14:54.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ClassicsThe last little while has seen me make a concerted effort to read some of the classics that I never read and feel I ought; especially if it means helping out my writing.I've read a few classics in the past: Watership Down, by Richard Adams, which I simply adored. I highly recommend this book every chance I get, and I plan to reread this and Animal Farm, by George Orwell, in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/106056089490891712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/106056089490891712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106056089490891712' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-90194722</id><published>2003-03-05T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T16:08:08.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Upcoming:Striptease, by Carl HiaasenSkin Tight, by Carl HiaasenAlias Grace, by Margaret AtwoodGetting Lucky, by Susan AndersenScold's Bridle, by Minette WaltersI think that's it for now. Keep watching. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/90194722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/90194722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90194722' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-89108416</id><published>2003-02-14T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T15:08:09.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, by Agatha ChristieThis was the first time I have read anything by Agatha Christie, and I enjoyed myself. My class has been studying Victorian mystery literature, so having a more modern text was a welcome change. Not that I’m denouncing Victorian literature, but sometimes all of the excusing and posturing and what was and wasn’t acceptable can get rather tiresome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/89108416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/89108416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89108416' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-88347163</id><published>2003-01-31T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T16:42:54.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stormy Weather, by Carl HiaasenThis is the second book by Carl Hiaasen that I’ve read, and I certainly enjoy his work so far. The writing is absorbing, and I find that once I start one of his books, I want to keep reading until I finish it. I’ll certainly keep buying his books when I encounter them, and I know that he has quite the library that I’ll be able to collect.So far, I find that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/88347163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/88347163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88347163' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-87971448</id><published>2003-01-24T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T14:44:12.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Moonstone, by Wilkie CollinsI recently had to read Wilkie Collins’ The Moonstone for a course on mystery novels. This is recognized as the first British detective novel, and Collins wrote several other novels around this time, but few of them were as popular or as well-known as The Moonstone, with the exception, perhaps, of The Woman in White.Nonetheless, I finished off The Moonstone at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/87971448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/87971448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87971448' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-87251076</id><published>2003-01-10T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T23:45:09.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Big U, by Neal StephensonWell, I just finished reading this today, and I was discussing it a bit with Ben (who recommended it to me) last night, so I'll try to post some coherent thoughts on here.Random thoughts:Boy, am I ever glad I didn't live in residence.I've had profs like the English prof it seems, who marked that arbitrarily, or so it felt.With no prior knowledge on the author </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/87251076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/87251076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87251076' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089467.post-87153976</id><published>2003-01-09T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T01:48:48.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently reading, among many other books, "The Big U," by Neal Stephenson. This is my first grand exposure to Stephenson's work, and it was recommended to me by my friend Ben. I will post my complete thoughts on it once I have finished reading it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/87153976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089467/posts/default/87153976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibliophilage.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87153976' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08249972066135148788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://ca.geocities.com/litterboxjen/chaseboys.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
