<?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-6676549</id><updated>2011-07-30T18:44:00.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Miller Writes</title><subtitle type='html'>Writers and Artists, we welcome posts about books and fine arts. Don't tiptoe around the fact that you are here to toot your own horn. We like that, and like it even more when you go to other sites and toot ours. Fair? All posts must be well-written and informative (200 words or less).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>One of Our Golf Pros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211802864105152956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8748003984488984304</id><published>2009-06-15T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:55:06.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While RVing....</title><summary type='text'>Escape by Robert TannenbaumTwo stories with a VERY thin connection and way too much detail. Should have been two separate books instead of one 700-page book. I struggled to get through it.Dark Summer by Iris JohansenDo dogs have healing powers? Bad guy Danner thinks so and wants to kill the dogs Jude Marrok has to get the great panacea. Devon Brady is a vet Marrok meets on a search &amp; rescue </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8748003984488984304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8748003984488984304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8748003984488984304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-rving.html' title='While RVing....'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7053107338587035578</id><published>2009-04-30T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:32:32.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell</title><summary type='text'>Kay is summoned to New York because a guy in Bellevue will only talk to her and let her examine him. She goes, of course, and soon realizes she’s hearing a fake story from Oscar Bane and wonders about his self-inflicted wounds. He’s accused of killing his girlfriend. Kay can’t tell anyone, not even Benton, what she learned from Oscar, Lucy is called to figure out what’s what with the deceased’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7053107338587035578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7053107338587035578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7053107338587035578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/scarpetta-by-patricia-cornwell.html' title='Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3657097826291104890</id><published>2009-04-07T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:13:32.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Associate by John Grisham</title><summary type='text'>Kyle McAvoy is editor of the Law Review at Yale and has a bright future ahead of him…until an indiscretion from college rears its ugly head. He is blackmailed by the mysterious Bennie Wright who has a video of the incident. Kyle must a) forget doing community law work and head right to a mega-big law firm in New York; b) get into the litigation section; c) steal documents from a big case and d) </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3657097826291104890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3657097826291104890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3657097826291104890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/associate-by-john-grisham.html' title='The Associate by John Grisham'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2491036500450638205</id><published>2009-04-01T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:51:49.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones by Jonathan Kellerman</title><summary type='text'>When new detective Moses Reed gets the call that a body has been found in LA’s Bird Marsh, he enlists Milo Sturgis’ help and they find not only the body of a pianist but the bodies of three prostitutes as well…all with their right hand missing. And, of course, Milo calls on Alex Delaware to throw in his two cents. Chief suspect is Travis Huck, the house manager of the wealthy Vander family whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2491036500450638205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2491036500450638205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2491036500450638205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/bones-by-jonathan-kellerman.html' title='Bones by Jonathan Kellerman'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1428975952076476924</id><published>2009-03-23T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:58:19.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Look Twice by Andrew Gross</title><summary type='text'>Police Lt. Ty Hauk and his daughter were in a convenience shop when a drive-by shooting killed the man behind them in line. This leads Ty on a hunt for the killer, the theory being it’s a revenge killing. This leads him to a gambling scheme at a popular casino up the road. But the more he delves into the case (against all warnings to leave it alone), the more problems he runs into and more people</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1428975952076476924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1428975952076476924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1428975952076476924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-look-twice-by-andrew-gross.html' title='Don’t Look Twice by Andrew Gross'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1251983935473157585</id><published>2009-03-14T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:16:27.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Appeal by John Grisham</title><summary type='text'>Wes and Mary Grace Payton were successful attorneys in southern Mississippi. They hocked everything to represent a widow and her claim for the wrongful deaths of her husband and son against a big chemical company that polluted the town’s water. They won in the lower court, and it went on to the state Supreme Court.Billionaire Carl Trudeau, the owner of the chemical company, is not about to pay </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1251983935473157585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1251983935473157585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1251983935473157585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/appeal-by-john-grisham.html' title='The Appeal by John Grisham'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7763029047812644321</id><published>2009-02-22T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:29:33.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Heat by Linda Fairstein</title><summary type='text'>Alexandra Cooper, Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace are after the bad guy or guys again. Three young women are brutally tortured, murdered and left in deserted places to be found whenever. They get flimsy leads, think it’s guy A, then guy B. Then a call to the hotline brings them their big break in the case. Of course, Alex manages to get herself into a predicament she struggles to get out of.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7763029047812644321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7763029047812644321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7763029047812644321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/killer-heat-by-linda-fairstein.html' title='Killer Heat by Linda Fairstein'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1965652401685917506</id><published>2009-02-15T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:44:30.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Intent by William Bernhardt</title><summary type='text'>This time Ben Kincaid is defending a radical Episcopalian priest, Father Daniel Beale, who’s on trial for killing a member of his church. Two other women had been murdered, but he was charged with just the one, and the whole church wanted him gone…to jail would be OK with the fine Christians. Surprises come out during the trial and the story doesn’t end with the verdict.Ben has grown a tad as an </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1965652401685917506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1965652401685917506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1965652401685917506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/criminal-intent-by-william-bernhardt.html' title='Criminal Intent by William Bernhardt'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7969587527191591708</id><published>2009-02-08T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:47:08.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer View by Ridley Pearson</title><summary type='text'>Walt Fleming, the Sun Valley sheriff from the Killer Weekend, is back. His best friend is missing and his friend’s brother is dead. Employees from a bottling plant are deathly sick. A young woman is dropped off at the hospital badly beaten. Walt desperately wants to find his friend while figuring out why people are sick and animal carcasses are being burned. And he’s still trying figure out how </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7969587527191591708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7969587527191591708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7969587527191591708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/killer-view-by-ridley-pearson.html' title='Killer View by Ridley Pearson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4569420751774232901</id><published>2009-01-31T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:00:50.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom Prey by John Sandford</title><summary type='text'>Mega rich Alyssa Austin comes home to find blood on the walls and her daughter missing. She eventually asks Lucas Davenport’s wife to have Lucas look into the matter of her missing daughter who ran around with some Goths. As more Goths are murdered, and Lucas is shot at, Lucas gets madder and more involved. Who’s the Fairy that very few see and who only shows up now and then? Who’s the total </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4569420751774232901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4569420751774232901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4569420751774232901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/phantom-prey-by-john-sandford.html' title='Phantom Prey by John Sandford'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7965400490168563740</id><published>2009-01-22T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:46:11.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bodies Left Behind by Jeffrey Deaver</title><summary type='text'>In short, Deputy Brynn McKenzie was sent to investigate a disturbing call received from a vacation house on Lake Mondac in Wisconsin. She gets there, finds two people dead, sees the killers, and they all escape into the woods…about 6PM on an April evening. The next twelve hours are hell for everyone involved and are the core of the story. And yes, there are several bodies left behind.This is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7965400490168563740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7965400490168563740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7965400490168563740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/bodies-left-behind-by-jeffrey-deaver.html' title='The Bodies Left Behind by Jeffrey Deaver'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3830948986637974540</id><published>2009-01-08T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:35:54.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country by James Patterson</title><summary type='text'>Several families in the DC area are brutally murdered; one family member was an old flame of Alex’s. Alex gets a lead on the gang of thugs, led by the ‘Tiger’, that’s doing these dastardly deeds and thinks he needs to follow Tiger to Nigeria and Sierra Leone…oh really??  He ends up in tons of trouble along the way (mostly of his own making or stupidity); and when he finally makes it back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3830948986637974540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3830948986637974540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3830948986637974540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/cross-country-by-james-patterson.html' title='Cross Country by James Patterson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7700411999203026250</id><published>2008-12-29T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:05:24.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Justice by David Baldacci</title><summary type='text'>These Camel Club stories never end…and that’s GOOD! This one picks up where Stone Cold left off. Oliver has left Washington DC, running for his life, after killing two bad guys high up in the federal government. He befriends a young man on the train and ends up in the mining town of Divine, Virginia, with all of its murders and mayhem. His friends, as well as the Feds, come after him.This was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7700411999203026250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7700411999203026250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7700411999203026250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/12/divine-justice-by-david-baldacci.html' title='Divine Justice by David Baldacci'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2758585330907724061</id><published>2008-12-27T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:40:14.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While in the air and on the seas…</title><summary type='text'>Quicksand by Iris Johansen is another Eve Duncan looking-for-her-daughter's-body story. Ho-hum. Will she ever get a life and move on? Montalvo and Miguel from the previous story show up to help Eve and Joe find Kistle, the guy who claims to have taken Bonnie. Of course, they all end up in unreal predicaments. Will Joe finally leave Eve after years of chasing after Bonnie's remains? Will Montalvo </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2758585330907724061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2758585330907724061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2758585330907724061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/12/while-in-air-and-on-seas.html' title='While in the air and on the seas…'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6778926921471365848</id><published>2008-11-15T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:38:58.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gate House by Nelson DeMille</title><summary type='text'>Ten years ago, socialite Susan Stanhope Sutter shot and killed her Mafia don lover, Frank Bellarosa. She and her husband, John, divorced; he sailed around the world for three years and lived in London for seven years. She moved to Hilton Head near her domineering parents.John is back in the US, on Long Island specifically, because he’s the attorney for an old lady, the last half of the former </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6778926921471365848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6778926921471365848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6778926921471365848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/11/gate-house-by-nelson-demille.html' title='The Gate House by Nelson DeMille'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8489136192817671949</id><published>2008-11-08T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:33:36.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Dead by Allison Brennan</title><summary type='text'>Lots of characters to keep track of while trying to figure out who’s doing all the killing. Fifteen years ago, Tom O’Brien was convicted of killing his wife and her lover. Now he’s a fugitive back in Sacramento trying to prove his innocence and reconnect with his grown daughter. FBI agent Mitch Bianchi befriends Claire O’Brien under false pretenses to try to recapture her dad. A law student who </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8489136192817671949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8489136192817671949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8489136192817671949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-dead-by-allison-brennan.html' title='Playing Dead by Allison Brennan'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7614275991401555275</id><published>2008-11-05T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:57:38.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Lies by Brad Meltzer</title><summary type='text'>I’ve enjoyed past books by this author, but this one is a tad weird in my opinion and definitely not a favorite. Tying the Cain-killed-Abel story with the death of the father of Superman’s creator (in the 1930’s) and a secret society that wants the weapon Cain used (present day) is a big stretch and a big mess of characters. Somehow the author tries to tie these events together…and left this </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7614275991401555275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7614275991401555275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7614275991401555275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-of-lies-by-brad-meltzer.html' title='The Book of Lies by Brad Meltzer'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5064981231682805055</id><published>2008-10-31T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:33:09.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Medical Advice by James Patterson and Hal Friedman</title><summary type='text'>This is the unbelievable true story of Cory Friedman, Hal’s son, who was cursed with Tourette’s syndrome and OCD. The story starts shortly before Cory turned 5 when the first symptoms showed up and continues through his senior year in high school. He went through hell on earth with assorted doctors and tons of drugs, including alcohol, trying to get his tics, noises, and body movements under some</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5064981231682805055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5064981231682805055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5064981231682805055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/against-medical-advice-by-james.html' title='Against Medical Advice by James Patterson and Hal Friedman'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7640094160478970921</id><published>2008-10-23T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:50:34.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripwire by Lee Child</title><summary type='text'>Jack Reacher and Jodie Jacobs, Chester and Marilyn Stone, and Victor (Hook) Hobie are the main characters in this two-plot story that comes together. The whys and wherefores of each plot are too much for a short review, but this will give you a hint: Jack was enjoying anonymity in Key West when an investigator from New York came looking for him. Soon the investigator was dead and Jack’s curiosity</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7640094160478970921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7640094160478970921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7640094160478970921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/tripwire-by-lee-child.html' title='Tripwire by Lee Child'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3453567922353691223</id><published>2008-10-12T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:54:06.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Degree by Greg Iles</title><summary type='text'>Laurel Shields’ life fell apart in the course of 24 hours. She did a home pregnancy test when she got up; who’s the father of the baby? Her husband, prominent physician Warren, hadn’t been to bed all night. He was still tearing through his study when she came home from her job as special ed teacher. However, by then he had found a love letter to her, went ballistic, and demanded to know who the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3453567922353691223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3453567922353691223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3453567922353691223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/third-degree-by-greg-iles.html' title='Third Degree by Greg Iles'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5303593289465999306</id><published>2008-10-04T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:15:39.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race by Richard North Patterson</title><summary type='text'>This is the story of a Gulf War vet, Corey Grace, who won a Senate seat after the war and went on to run for President (sound familiar?). Corey is a free-thinking Republican (an oxymoron?) who doesn’t please many in his own party. He’s divorced and has recently gotten involved with a new woman…a black woman and Oscar-winning actress (a real no-no for a Republican). This, of course, doesn’t help </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5303593289465999306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5303593289465999306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5303593289465999306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/race-by-richard-north-patterson.html' title='The Race by Richard North Patterson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7433962018445054872</id><published>2008-09-19T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:01:59.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was on a short vacation, I did a little reading...</title><summary type='text'>Beyond Reach by Karen SlaughterThis is a sad, depressing story of drugs, lies and low self-esteem. It’s too long, too much unrelated to the story info, and could have ended on a happier note with story lines to continue in future books. Don’t waste your money on this one.Compulsion by Jonathan KellermanWho are Ansell/Dale Bright and Nick Heubel? Who killed a drunken young woman who ran out of gas</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7433962018445054872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7433962018445054872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7433962018445054872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/09/while-i-was-on-short-vacation-i-did.html' title='While I was on a short vacation, I did a little reading...'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4301542003578541168</id><published>2008-08-29T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:23:16.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Enough by Joe McGinniss</title><summary type='text'>This is the sad, but true, story of love, greed and tragedy. The author gives the reader the backgrounds of Robert Kissel and Nancy Keeshin, the family situations they were each brought up in, how they met, their early married years, his meteoric rise in the investment banking industry, her enjoyment of their over-the-top wealth, their life in Hong Kong, and the decline of the marriage. Neither </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4301542003578541168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4301542003578541168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4301542003578541168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-enough-by-joe-mcginniss.html' title='Never Enough by Joe McGinniss'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2340864369950628938</id><published>2008-08-26T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:33:45.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Weekend by Ridley Pearson</title><summary type='text'>Eight years ago, someone tried to kill New York Attorney General Liz Shaler while she was vacationing at her second home in Sun Valley, Idaho. Rookie cop Walt Fleming happened to notice something amiss at the house and ended up saving Liz and nailing the intruder. Today, she’s back in Sun Valley to announce her candidacy for President at a big communications conference hosted by a local </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2340864369950628938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2340864369950628938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2340864369950628938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/killer-weekend-by-ridley-pearson.html' title='Killer Weekend by Ridley Pearson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4312387367518284488</id><published>2008-08-22T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:57:49.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Ice by Stephen White</title><summary type='text'>Oh, the troubles secrets can cause. Alan Gregory has one he’s never told his wife of many years. Lauren has one she’s never told Alan. Sam Purdy, Alan’s best friend, has one he hasn’t shared with Alan.These secrets are about to become public knowledge when nutcase killer Michael McClelland escapes from the Colorado State Mental Hospital. Michael, Alan, Lauren, Sam and a few others had quite a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4312387367518284488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4312387367518284488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4312387367518284488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/dry-ice-by-stephen-white.html' title='Dry Ice by Stephen White'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-823113613716212360</id><published>2008-08-17T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:47:31.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Take by Catherine Coulter</title><summary type='text'>An unknown assailant tried to murder Julia Ransom by throwing her off Pier 39 in San Francisco. She would have been dead if FBI Agent Cheney Stone hadn’t just stepped out of the nearby restaurant and rescued her. Who wanted her dead and why? Is the attempt on her life connected to her husband’s murder?Dix Noble is the Sheriff of Maestro, VA and friends of Dillon Savich and Lacey Sherlock. Dix’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=823113613716212360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/823113613716212360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/823113613716212360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/double-take-by-catherine-coulter.html' title='Double Take by Catherine Coulter'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1164018315773126365</id><published>2008-08-11T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T15:08:47.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bone Garden by Tess Gerritsen</title><summary type='text'>Most of this story takes place in the 1830's in Boston, but the author ties it to a story set in a present day Boston suburb. Way back when, Rose Connelly’s sister died shortly after childbirth. Her husband didn’t want the baby and Rose assumed care for her niece, Meggie. But who was the father? Why did she have to keep her niece hidden? She falls in love with a med student of the day and they </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1164018315773126365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1164018315773126365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1164018315773126365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/bone-garden-by-tess-gerritsen.html' title='The Bone Garden by Tess Gerritsen'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5335635358937883671</id><published>2008-08-07T13:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T13:54:15.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zero Game by Brad Meltzer</title><summary type='text'>This is Mr. Meltzer’s fifth book, and I’ve read them all. He writes interesting stories with twists and turns that keep my interest.He tends to write about Wall Street or Washington DC. This particular story is set primarily on Capitol Hill. It’s the story of Matthew and Harris, young but seasoned congressional staffers, who play a mysterious betting game to keep life interesting (as if working </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5335635358937883671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5335635358937883671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5335635358937883671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/die-healthy-pursuing-dream-of-wellness.html' title='The Zero Game by Brad Meltzer'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1898857125525236305</id><published>2008-08-01T16:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:27:51.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moscow Rules by Daniel Silva</title><summary type='text'>A Russian journalist is murdered in a French ski resort. His boss is murdered in Rome when he was trying to contact Gabriel Allon about an alleged nasty Russian plot. Gabriel, master art restorer and master spy, goes to Russia on a false passport to find out what the message was and, of course, gets in trouble. Ivan Kharkov, a Russian real estate developer, venture capitalist and deadly arms </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1898857125525236305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1898857125525236305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1898857125525236305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/moscow-rules-by-daniel-silva.html' title='Moscow Rules by Daniel Silva'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3281086638994427847</id><published>2008-07-25T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T15:21:09.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangerous Days of Daniel X by James Patterson &amp; Michael Ledwidge</title><summary type='text'>Daniel X is a unique kid–he has telepathy and transformation abilities; he’s never gone to school, but is a walking encyclopedia. He’s an Alien Hunter. When he was three years old, his parents were murdered by The Prayer because they wouldn’t turn over The List to him/it. Ten years later, Daniel found the list on a very advanced laptop buried in a creek at his folks’ place. Now at age 15, his </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3281086638994427847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3281086638994427847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3281086638994427847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/07/dangerous-days-of-daniel-x-by-james.html' title='The Dangerous Days of Daniel X by James Patterson &amp; Michael Ledwidge'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8327679320429275640</id><published>2008-07-13T09:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:27:07.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones to Ashes by Kathy Reichs</title><summary type='text'>When Tempe Brennan and her sister were kids, they spent summers at their grandma’s on an island in SC. There were two other girls there, Evangeline and Obeline, and they all looked forward to spending their summers together. One summer, Evangeline and her sister were gone; Tempe’s letters to her were never answered. Years went by, Tempe went on with her life, but always wondered what happened to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8327679320429275640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8327679320429275640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8327679320429275640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/07/bones-to-ashes-by-kathy-reichs.html' title='Bones to Ashes by Kathy Reichs'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3100070194653648372</id><published>2008-07-02T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:34:04.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide by Lisa Gardner</title><summary type='text'>Bobby Dodge is a detective with the Massachusetts State Police. He’s assigned to work with his former lover, Boston Police Sergeant D.D. Warren. She’s heading up the task force to find out who killed the six little girls recently uncovered in an underground room discovered on the grounds of a deserted mental hospital.Annabelle Granger’s family fled the Arlington area when she was seven years old </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3100070194653648372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3100070194653648372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3100070194653648372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/07/hide-by-lisa-gardner.html' title='Hide by Lisa Gardner'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3185809152956981248</id><published>2008-06-22T12:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T12:41:19.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Window by Jeffrey Deaver</title><summary type='text'>This is a scary story about identity theft…scary because it’s probably too close to the truth. Someone mines data about people and uses the info for very sinister purposes, such as: kill someone and plant the evidence in another’s home; or just screw with someone’s credit records and ruin their life. Lincoln Rhyme, Amelia Sachs, and their team have to find the killer, of course.The story starts a</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3185809152956981248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3185809152956981248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3185809152956981248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/06/broken-window-by-jeffrey-deaver.html' title='The Broken Window by Jeffrey Deaver'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4631885987496174960</id><published>2008-06-14T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T16:45:25.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Prey by John Sanford</title><summary type='text'>An old widow and her live-in maid are brutally murdered, some stuff taken from the home, and some left but trashed. The reader finds out early in the book whodunit, and the story revolves around Lucas Davenport and his buddies finding the killer(s). He’s also working a sex scandal involving a politician (big surprise) and a teenager. More rich old people are found murdered. The killers have most </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4631885987496174960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4631885987496174960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4631885987496174960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/06/invisible-prey-by-john-sanford.html' title='Invisible Prey by John Sanford'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6416209692768283987</id><published>2008-06-13T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:01:11.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail by James Patterson &amp; Howard Roughan</title><summary type='text'>Katherine Dunne is a widow, a heart surgeon and mother of three spoiled kids ages 18, 16 and 10. They were a somewhat dysfunctional family before dad died; after he died, things got worse. So she decided she and the kids should spend the summer on the family boat and try to become a family again…without her new husband. Her former brother-in-law would be the captain of the boat.The first day out,</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6416209692768283987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6416209692768283987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6416209692768283987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/06/sail-by-james-patterson-howard-roughan.html' title='Sail by James Patterson &amp; Howard Roughan'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8452414584678272912</id><published>2008-06-06T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:40:44.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Truth by David Baldacci</title><summary type='text'>Nicholas Creel is filthy rich beyond imagination, philanthropic, an astute businessman, and doesn’t mind killing people. Dick Pender runs a perception management company, does Creel’s bidding, and manufactures the truth to fit his client’s needs. Shaw was orphaned and grew up learning to count on himself only. He reluctantly works for a little-known international law enforcement agency, traveling</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8452414584678272912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8452414584678272912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8452414584678272912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/06/whole-truth-by-david-baldacci.html' title='The Whole Truth by David Baldacci'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4201093701826959816</id><published>2008-06-01T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:26:01.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at Tiffany’s by James Patterson &amp; Gabrielle Charbonnet</title><summary type='text'>This is a story about a lonely little girl, Jane, and her imaginary friend, Michael. Michael left Jane on her ninth birthday to help another child and she wasn’t supposed to remember him. Twenty-three years later they meet again, realize they haven’t forgotten about each other, and fall in love all over again as adults.This is nothing serious; just a look at love from a different angle, and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4201093701826959816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4201093701826959816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4201093701826959816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-at-tiffanys-by-james-patterson.html' title='Sunday at Tiffany’s by James Patterson &amp; Gabrielle Charbonnet'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4965854728438675830</id><published>2008-05-28T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:13:13.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While we were on a cruise…</title><summary type='text'>….I did manage to finish three books. Pandora’s Daughter by Iris Johansen was merely OK. Her stories are getting a little more off-the-wall all the time. Bad Luck &amp; Trouble by Lee Child was interesting and there was enough action to keep me interested. It’s the first time I’ve read his work and will probably pick up more of his Jack Reacher stories. The Power Broker by Stephen Frey was intriguing</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4965854728438675830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4965854728438675830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4965854728438675830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/05/while-we-were-on-cruise.html' title='While we were on a cruise…'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3780562563379538013</id><published>2008-04-22T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:27:34.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woods by Harlan Coben</title><summary type='text'>A nasty incident in the woods at a summer camp twenty years ago comes back to haunt a lot of people.What brings this to light now is one story that leads to another that leads to another, but you won’t get lost. I can’t begin to tell you all the different plots and characters, but there’s lots of dialog and the whole story moves along quickly. The twists and turns keep the reader going, although </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3780562563379538013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3780562563379538013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3780562563379538013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/04/woods-by-harlan-coben.html' title='The Woods by Harlan Coben'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6385913076903167548</id><published>2008-04-16T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T17:54:32.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Likely to Die by Lisa Jackson, Beverly Barton, Wendy Corsi Staub</title><summary type='text'>Yes, these three authors got together and wrote an overly long story. Each wrote about one of the main characters, and it all blended pretty well. The wrap-up ending was from a soapy soap opera. The current, very predictable love match-ups were as much a part of the story as the mystery.One of the teen boys was killed at the 1986 Valentines Day dance at St. Elizabeth’s Catholic HS. Twenty years </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6385913076903167548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6385913076903167548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6385913076903167548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-likely-to-die-by-lisa-jackson.html' title='Most Likely to Die by Lisa Jackson, Beverly Barton, Wendy Corsi Staub'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3301294630891262673</id><published>2008-04-10T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:06:12.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maximum Ride: The Final Warning by James Patterson</title><summary type='text'>Max and the flock are back. They join some environmentalists in Antarctica to study global warming. Of course, they get into trouble, find a mole among the adults, freeze their buns, and get captured by ‘things’ much worse than Erasers or Flyboys. Then they’re taken to a hurricane in Miami. The fun never ends for them.Granted, this book doesn’t have the author’s usual twists, turns and action. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3301294630891262673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3301294630891262673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3301294630891262673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/04/maximum-ride-final-warning-by-james.html' title='Maximum Ride: The Final Warning by James Patterson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7588821510655558726</id><published>2008-04-05T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T14:28:48.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alibi Man by Tami Hoag</title><summary type='text'>Elena Estes is a horse trainer in Florida. One morning while riding one of her charges, she finds a body in a canal. It’s her co-worker, Irina Markova. Elena quickly reverts to her days as a narcotics detective and can’t keep her nose out of the investigation. Having just broken up with Detective Landry, the scenes are not pretty. So who killed the fun-loving Irina? One of the wealthy old farts </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7588821510655558726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7588821510655558726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7588821510655558726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/04/alibi-man-by-tami-hoag.html' title='The Alibi Man by Tami Hoag'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5034134533325475420</id><published>2008-04-02T12:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:38:29.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier's Heart: Close-up Today with PTSD in Vietnam Veterans by William Schroder &amp; Ronald Dawe</title><summary type='text'>"This highly significant and relevant volume focuses on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, a devastating but little understood wound suffered by many American soldiers who served in the Vietnam War. The heart of the book consists of highly revealing interviews with five Vietnam veterans who relate, in candid and graphic detail, the impact of the disorder upon their lives, and how they attempted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5034134533325475420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5034134533325475420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5034134533325475420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/04/soldiers-heart-close-up-today-with-ptsd.html' title='Soldier&apos;s Heart: Close-up Today with PTSD in Vietnam Veterans by William Schroder &amp; Ronald Dawe'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8784920335931318236</id><published>2008-03-30T18:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:54:32.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins of Color by William Schroder</title><summary type='text'>This historical work of fiction is based on the Spanish-American War. It’s June 1899, and David Fagen has just graduated from college…quite an accomplishment for a southern black man at that time, I’m sure. He decides to join the Army to fight for his country and show the world that black men can defend the flag as well as white men. He’s sent to the Philippines where the US is allegedly </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8784920335931318236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8784920335931318236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8784920335931318236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/03/cousins-of-color-by-william-schroder.html' title='Cousins of Color by William Schroder'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8989821444944125411</id><published>2008-03-23T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:01:01.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession by Jonathan Kellerman</title><summary type='text'>On her deathbed, an obsessive-compulsive nurse (Patty) mumbles something about a “terrible thing” to her adopted obsessive-compulsive daughter (Tanya). Having treated both of them years ago, Alex agrees to meet with Tanya again. Alex, of course, passes the info on to Milo and the police take on this vague case with gusto. As the police investigate the possible murder Patty may have committed, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8989821444944125411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8989821444944125411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8989821444944125411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/03/obsession-by-jonathan-kellerman.html' title='Obsession by Jonathan Kellerman'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5000043496094676984</id><published>2008-03-14T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:03:31.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damage Control by Robert Dugoni</title><summary type='text'>Dana Hill’s seemingly good life unravels quickly when her twin brother is murdered, she learns she has cancer, and confirms her husband is cheating on her. She doesn’t believe her brother was murdered in a robbery gone wrong and sets out to find his killers based on the one clue she found.This loving mother leaves her daughter with grandma indefinitely (yeah, right). Dana heads to Maui alone </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5000043496094676984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5000043496094676984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5000043496094676984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/03/damage-control-by-robert-dugoni.html' title='Damage Control by Robert Dugoni'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6421070826810515540</id><published>2008-03-06T13:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T13:15:00.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Zone by Andrew Gross</title><summary type='text'>This is the author’s first novel on his own; he’s co-authored a few books with James Patterson. I seriously doubt this was meant to be a profound piece of writing; just an enjoyable read. Nor am I a writer; so I think he did a pretty good job for his first book.Ben Raab is a seemingly successful businessman with a loving family, wealth and status to make anyone happy. Then the feds nail him for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6421070826810515540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6421070826810515540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6421070826810515540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/03/blue-zone-by-andrew-gross.html' title='The Blue Zone by Andrew Gross'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-9078217578499107684</id><published>2008-02-28T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:33:19.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports by James Patterson</title><summary type='text'>This is another fun installment with Mr. P’s mutant bird kids – Max, Fang, Gazzy, Iggy, Nudge, Angel and the talking dog, Total. Max’s destiny is to save the world, or at least destroy the evil Itex Corporation which takes scientific experimentation to the next level with mutations and electronics as part of their plan to By-Half the world population with engineered people. Along the way, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=9078217578499107684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/9078217578499107684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/9078217578499107684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/02/saving-world-and-other-extreme-sports.html' title='Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports by James Patterson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2697016121883020123</id><published>2008-02-15T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:33:18.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Negotiable Golf Swing by Joseph Laurentino</title><summary type='text'>As a golf instructor, I will not tout this book by PGA Professional Laurentino to be the last word in golf instruction. What I will say is this: there is a lot more to reaching one’s golf goals than just swinging with the big muscles, and pulling a good attitude out of your bag before pulling out a club. Even if, in my opinion, that’s what every golfer, including Tiger Woods, had better do.What </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2697016121883020123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2697016121883020123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2697016121883020123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/02/negotiable-golf-swing-by-joseph.html' title='The Negotiable Golf Swing by Joseph Laurentino'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6639101136345749243</id><published>2008-02-08T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:50:19.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Heaven by James Patterson &amp; Maxine Paetro</title><summary type='text'>This is another installment of the Women’s Murder Club. SFPD Detective Lindsay Boxer and her partner, Rich Conklin, must find out what happened to the son of the former governor who suddenly disappeared. After three months, they get a lead, arrest the person, and Yuki Castellano, the prosecutor, is sure she’ll win a conviction. Lindsay and Rich must also find Hawk and Pidge, aliases for the two </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6639101136345749243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6639101136345749243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6639101136345749243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/02/7th-heaven-by-james-patterson-maxine.html' title='7th Heaven by James Patterson &amp; Maxine Paetro'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1116223433587407963</id><published>2008-01-30T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T10:10:17.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stalemate by Iris Johansen</title><summary type='text'>Eve Duncan, forensic sculptor, is drawn into a sculpting job by a Columbian arms dealer. The lure is that he’ll find her daughter’s killer…since he (and all readers) knows she’s obsessed with finding whoever took her daughter way too many years ago. So Eve runs off to Columbia (alone) and Joe Quinn follows her. The crux of the story is her time in and around Montalvo’s Columbian compound. Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1116223433587407963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1116223433587407963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1116223433587407963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/01/stalemate-by-iris-johansen.html' title='Stalemate by Iris Johansen'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5684303577401317666</id><published>2008-01-21T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:58:12.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat O' Nine Tales by Jeffrey Archer</title><summary type='text'>This is a collection of twelve short stories which the author says are based on fact and then embellished. Some of them he says are stories he picked up when he was in prison. There’s humor, irony, intrigue; and all are interesting. Most of the settings are in current day England; the characters are truly varied; the illustrations add an amusing touch. It’s a quick, entertaining read.</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5684303577401317666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5684303577401317666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5684303577401317666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/01/cat-o-nine-tales-by-jeffrey-archer.html' title='Cat O&apos; Nine Tales by Jeffrey Archer'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3775293464244934646</id><published>2008-01-14T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T16:33:42.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Overlook by Michael Connelly</title><summary type='text'>This Harry Bosch story is a tad better than Echo Park. He’s now working in the Homicide Special Squad of the Robbery-Homicide Division and working with a new, young partner, Ignacio Ferras. A guy was killed on the overlook above Mulholland Dam. What sets everyone off is this guy had access to radioactive substances. So Bosch, Ferras and FBI agent Walling set out to find whodunit. A few other </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3775293464244934646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3775293464244934646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3775293464244934646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/01/overlook-by-michael-connelly.html' title='The Overlook by Michael Connelly'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3878978467469947306</id><published>2008-01-09T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T12:07:48.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Innocent Man by John Grisham</title><summary type='text'>This is Grisham’s first non-fiction book. If I hadn’t seen that on the cover, I wouldn’t have believed it. This is story of a man, Ron Williamson, and his alleged accomplice, Dennis Fritz, both wrongly accused of rape and murder in a small Oklahoma town. The local police and judges, as well as the state and federal systems, all rushed to justice to convict someone and failed to look past their </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3878978467469947306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3878978467469947306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3878978467469947306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/01/innocent-man-by-john-grisham.html' title='The Innocent Man by John Grisham'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1109984203167634790</id><published>2007-12-02T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:28:34.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Twisted by Jeffrey Deaver</title><summary type='text'>Couldn’t pass up more of Mr. D’s twisted stories. Settings are all over the US and Europe; time periods are the late 1800’s to the present. Characters include an inept Sherlock Holmes, a fake reverend, a mystery writer, and Lincoln Rhyme. Just remember to not speak too loudly when using your cell phone in public. And let’s hope there’s no police detective as stupid as the one the author </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1109984203167634790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1109984203167634790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1109984203167634790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-twisted-by-jeffrey-deaver.html' title='More Twisted by Jeffrey Deaver'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1930704358078999747</id><published>2007-11-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:50:53.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone Cold by David Baldacci</title><summary type='text'>This is the continuation of The Collectors as well as another story, both of which converge…of course. Annabelle, the con artist, is pursued by the crazed casino owner she ripped off. Harry Finn, mild-mannered family man, is killing the CIA’s former Triple Six guys who killed his father. The Camel Club guys are involved in both stories, and Oliver Stone tries to help everyone and ends up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1930704358078999747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1930704358078999747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1930704358078999747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/11/stone-cold-by-david-baldacci.html' title='Stone Cold by David Baldacci'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7537094446048456371</id><published>2007-11-21T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:25:30.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Genius by David Baldacci</title><summary type='text'>Sean King and Michelle Maxwell are back in this wild and crazy adventure. After trying to kill herself, Michelle ends up in a psychiatric facility (all of a sudden her problem comes to a head?). Meanwhile, Sean is hired to go to Babbage Town, a truly weird place, to find out if a guy was murdered or really killed himself. Michelle eventually joins him in Babbage Town which is across the river </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7537094446048456371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7537094446048456371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7537094446048456371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/11/simple-genius-by-david-baldacci.html' title='Simple Genius by David Baldacci'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8419889536850735268</id><published>2007-11-15T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T14:43:43.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Cross by James Patterson</title><summary type='text'>Alex Cross is back and so is Mr. P--writing on his own and in his own special way.There’s a nutcase on the loose in Washington DC who enjoys killing people in front of an audience. Alex is drawn back to the Metro PD, joining old friend, John Sampson, and lover, Bree Stone, to help solve these cases that don’t seem to stop, they just escalate. Adding to the mayhem, The Mastermind, Kyle Craig, has </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8419889536850735268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8419889536850735268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8419889536850735268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/11/double-cross-by-james-patterson.html' title='Double Cross by James Patterson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6905021277195424924</id><published>2007-11-13T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:51:59.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini</title><summary type='text'>I had heard about this book and decided to give it a shot. Am I glad I did! It’s a 5-star wonder. I can’t begin to describe why I enjoyed this book so much, but I did. And any review I write is totally inadequate.This is the story of a boy, Amir, in Afghanistan who flees to Pakistan with his father when the Russians take over in the ‘80s. From Pakistan, they move to the US and make a life for </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6905021277195424924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6905021277195424924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6905021277195424924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/11/kite-runner-by-khaled-hosseini.html' title='The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3654777241535552700</id><published>2007-11-09T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:18:42.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Dead by Lisa Jackson</title><summary type='text'>Cissy Cahill Holt’s marriage is falling apart, her psycho mother has escaped from prison, and family members are dieing…of unnatural causes. Grandma Cahill is the first to bite the dust, and others who are in the way of the millions in granny’s estate are being eliminated. Who helped mom get out of prison and who is doing all the killing? It’s not a matter of if, but when, Cissy will die.I hadn’t</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3654777241535552700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3654777241535552700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3654777241535552700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/11/almost-dead-by-lisa-jackson.html' title='Almost Dead by Lisa Jackson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2627169319123371922</id><published>2007-11-05T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:38:02.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty as Sin by Tami Hoag</title><summary type='text'>This is a continuation of Night Sins. Josh Kirkwood, the little boy that had been kidnapped, is returned to his home, but won’t say a word to anyone about who took him or what was done to him. ADA Ellen North is sure Dr. Wright (a prof from the local college) is the mastermind. Will she be able to nail him? Add in other subplots, creepy characters, a wacko woman, and a few twists and turns of </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2627169319123371922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2627169319123371922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2627169319123371922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/11/guilty-as-sin-by-tami-hoag.html' title='Guilty as Sin by Tami Hoag'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4983790509994583672</id><published>2007-10-26T08:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:17:28.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark of the Moon by John Sandford</title><summary type='text'>Virgil Flowers is a new character; he’s Lucas Davenport’s guy at the Bureau of Criminal Apprehension and he gets the tough cases. A guy is burned to death, two elderly couples are shot to death, and others may follow if Flowers doesn’t get the nut case doing the dirty deeds in the small Minnesota town. The author leads the reader to the guilty party and then drags the story out about actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4983790509994583672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4983790509994583672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4983790509994583672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/10/dark-of-moon-by-john-sanford.html' title='Dark of the Moon by John Sandford'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2891017186803479826</id><published>2007-10-25T07:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T07:21:37.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room</title><summary type='text'>I watched this DVD last night and was astounded at how blatantly Ken Lay, Jeff Skilling and Andy Fastow let their greed take over their lives. And then all three had the audacity to lie to Congress about what they were doing and how well the Enron was allegedly doing. They didn’t give two hoots about their shareholders, their employees or their country. Too bad they weren’t as ashamed as the one </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2891017186803479826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2891017186803479826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2891017186803479826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/10/enron-smartest-guys-in-room.html' title='Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-9071123089577092357</id><published>2007-10-18T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:33:34.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was on vacation...</title><summary type='text'>I read some books my friend had and I thought I give you just a short blurb about them here.Two Lyn Hamilton books were short, but rather blah. The main character is a Toronto antique dealer who travels around the world buying goodies for her shop, sticking her nose in where it doesn’t belong and being rescued from silly harrowing fixes she gets herself into. I’m assuming the stories area all the</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=9071123089577092357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/9071123089577092357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/9071123089577092357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/10/while-i-was-on-vacation.html' title='While I was on vacation...'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5495807906636347543</id><published>2007-10-02T18:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:46:05.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Collectors by David Baldacci</title><summary type='text'>A collector of lost chances; a collector of an item from each of his murder victims. The Speaker of the House is murdered; the Director of the Library of Congress Rare Books dies suddenly; his neighbor is shot dead; a skilled con artist pulls off a big-time con on an Atlantic City casino owner. The Camel Club guys (yes, this is a sequel of sorts) and others get into big trouble. This skillfully </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5495807906636347543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5495807906636347543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5495807906636347543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/10/collectors-by-david-baldacci.html' title='The Collectors by David Baldacci'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6016037699301804694</id><published>2007-09-27T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T19:05:22.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Break No Bones by Kathy Reichs</title><summary type='text'>This episode has Tempe Brennan in South Carolina filling in as a teacher at an archeology field school. But she and her students find a recent burial among the Native Indian burials. She’s asked to stay in Charleston because the coroner there (who’s also Tempe’s friend) is ill. Soon another body is found hanging in the forest, and then another washes up in a barrel. Of course, Tempe can’t keep </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6016037699301804694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6016037699301804694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6016037699301804694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/09/break-no-bones-by-kathy-reichs.html' title='Break No Bones by Kathy Reichs'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5250137911058321023</id><published>2007-09-23T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:41:41.545-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Dreams by Iris Johansen</title><summary type='text'>Two years ago, Dr. Sophie Dunston’s life was shattered. Today, she’s a sleep therapist at a hospital in Baltimore. And…she wants to kill Sanborne, the control freak founder of the pharmaceutical company where she used to work. He has sinister uses for the REM-4 that she had developed as a cure for people with night terrors. When Sanborne sees her on a security tape, he decides she must go. Enter </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5250137911058321023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5250137911058321023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5250137911058321023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/09/killer-dreams-by-iris-johansen.html' title='Killer Dreams by Iris Johansen'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2729153983703951030</id><published>2007-09-17T09:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:12:47.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Servant by Daniel Silva</title><summary type='text'>Gabriel Allon is sent to Amsterdam to clean up after an informant is killed. There he learns of an Islamic plot to terrorize London. So he’s off to London and almost thwarts the kidnapping of the US Ambassador’s daughter. Then he’s used by British and American intelligence to try to get her before the deadline set by the kidnappers.There are many characters and locales in this story, but you don’</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2729153983703951030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2729153983703951030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2729153983703951030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/09/secret-servant-by-daniel-silva.html' title='The Secret Servant by Daniel Silva'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6759406972840598779</id><published>2007-09-12T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:44:11.825-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You’ve Been Warned by James Patterson and Howard Roughan</title><summary type='text'>Kristin Burns is an aspiring New York photographer (her collection being considered at a gallery) and supports herself working as a nanny for the filthy rich Turnbull family. And she’s in love with Mr. Wonderful. The only problem is that she lives in fear and thinks she’s going nuts…cockroaches everywhere, seeing her dead father on the streets of New York, getting collect calls from herself, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6759406972840598779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6759406972840598779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6759406972840598779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/09/youve-been-warned-by-james-patterson.html' title='You’ve Been Warned by James Patterson and Howard Roughan'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2766753293826521191</id><published>2007-09-10T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T19:53:57.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder One by William Bernhardt</title><summary type='text'>A Tulsa cop is the victim in a grizzly murder and his mutilated body is chained up in a public place. Ben Kincaid represents the accused, a nineteen-year-old stripper who was having an affair with the married cop. Ben gets Keri off the first time on a technicality. But when the alleged murder weapon is found in Ben’s office, he’s in court as a defendant. Ben’s law partner gets him off that </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2766753293826521191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2766753293826521191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2766753293826521191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/09/murder-one-by-william-bernhardt.html' title='Murder One by William Bernhardt'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1071717667788918547</id><published>2007-09-04T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:13:11.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me by Stephen White</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Rich Guy has it made…more money than he needs, a great wife and two little girls, a plane, two houses, etc, etc. After a skiing accident with his buddies, he tells them all if he’s ever really seriously injured or ill, pull the plug. One of these buddies tells him about the Death Angels. Rich Guy thinks about it and ends up signing the contract which has client-driven parameters—once you </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1071717667788918547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1071717667788918547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1071717667788918547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/09/kill-me-by-stephen-white.html' title='Kill Me by Stephen White'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6639030646792360432</id><published>2007-08-25T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T11:36:58.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ruins by Scott Smith</title><summary type='text'>Ever hear of a vine with an attitude…and on steroids? Ever read a book with no chapters? Grab this book if that’s what you’d like.Two couples (Jeff &amp; Amy, Eric &amp; Stacy) on vacation in Cancun meet up with Mathais and three Greek guys. When Mathais’s brother runs off to a ruin in the jungle with his new love, Mathais wants to go get him, and the two couples and one of the Greeks (Pablo) join him </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6639030646792360432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6639030646792360432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6639030646792360432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/ruins-by-scott-smith.html' title='The Ruins by Scott Smith'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3013122591128685874</id><published>2007-08-21T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:26:33.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Echo Park by Michael Connelly</title><summary type='text'>Harry Bosch is still working in the Open-Unsolved Unit of the LAPD with his partner, Kiz Rider. In this episode, he’s still haunted by an unsolved murder he investigated thirteen years ago. This case comes to light again when Raynard Waits is apprehended with bags of body parts in his van. His attorney makes a deal with the hot shot prosecutor that will give Waits life in prison instead of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3013122591128685874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3013122591128685874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3013122591128685874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/echo-park-by-michael-connelly.html' title='Echo Park by Michael Connelly'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8010525893893766206</id><published>2007-08-18T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:04:13.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Xin Loi, Viet Nam by Al Sever</title><summary type='text'>In 1966 the author, a high school grad from a dieing coal mining town in Pennsylvania, signed up for the Army because he always wanted to be a combat soldier. After basic training, he wiled away his time at Ft. Hood hoping to go to Viet Nam, not Detroit to quell riots. Soon, he was in Viet Nam and quickly grew tired of helicopter maintenance…he wanted to see combat. Got his wish when he was sent </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8010525893893766206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8010525893893766206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8010525893893766206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/xin-loi-viet-nam-by-al-sever.html' title='Xin Loi, Viet Nam by Al Sever'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3159772604519272995</id><published>2007-08-13T07:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T07:30:37.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 6th Target by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro</title><summary type='text'>Another episode of the Women’s Murder Club, but not too exciting. Claire, the SF medical examiner, is wounded by a wacko who killed others on a shooting spree on a ferry. Lindsay, the police detective, must find killer, of course. Yuki, the lawyer, must win a conviction for him in court. Cindy, the newspaper reporter, lives in a building housing a killer. Lindsay must also find whoever abducted a</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3159772604519272995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3159772604519272995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3159772604519272995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/6th-target-by-james-patterson-and.html' title='The 6th Target by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7671166021779059820</id><published>2007-08-10T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:59:08.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone by Jonathan Kellerman</title><summary type='text'>Two wannabe actors stage their abduction, get caught, and a few days later the young woman is dead. As homicide detective Milo Sturgis and Alex Delaware try to figure out whodunit, I had a pretty good idea who was responsible as the bodies kept turning up. And talk about a wacko family that’s introduced! The story is not exciting; it just plods along and should have ended with the killer’s death.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7671166021779059820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7671166021779059820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/gone-by-jonathan-kellerman.html' title='Gone by Jonathan Kellerman'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-879701586535331109</id><published>2007-08-07T13:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:18:56.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Messenger by Daniel Silva</title><summary type='text'>It starts and ends with a bang. An al-Qaeda operative/recruiter meets his end in London, but his briefcase containing his laptop finds its way to Israel and Ari Shamron, head of the Prime Minister’s security detail. And, of course, Ari drags Gabriel Allon out of his art restoration retirement to check out the info on the laptop. First Gabriel puts his friend Luigi Donati, the Pope’s personal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/879701586535331109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/879701586535331109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/messenger-by-daniel-silva.html' title='The Messenger by Daniel Silva'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7713488001309335805</id><published>2007-08-04T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T12:01:29.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the Difference?</title><summary type='text'>A screenwriter’s field of dreams, or are they? Two of the major software products for screenwriting are like the box of detergent that claims it does everything but fold the clothes and put them away. Not long ago I took a screenwriting course where I learned about two of these products.  I bought one of them and tore my hair out getting it installed and learning to use it. It didn’t get any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7713488001309335805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7713488001309335805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-difference.html' title='What&apos;s the Difference?'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2075685643847207139</id><published>2007-07-31T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T12:57:32.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sleeping Doll by Jeffrey Deaver</title><summary type='text'>Daniel Pell is a control freak and lethal cult leader who escapes from prison. Kathryn Dance is an investigator and kinesics (body language) specialist with the California Bureau of Investigation. The two had matched wits in an interrogation room before his escape.Kathryn is told to head-up Pell’s capture and thus the story plays out. There are lots of characters and surprising twists and turns </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2075685643847207139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2075685643847207139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleeping-doll-by-jeffrey-deaver.html' title='The Sleeping Doll by Jeffrey Deaver'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3861147686799701474</id><published>2007-07-28T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:57:12.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>John Adams by David McCullough</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I actually read a history book! The owner touted it as a good read…and it is a good, interesting book.John Adams was interested in politics early in life, first in local politics and then as the Massachusetts delegate to the Continental Congress. From there, he never stopped being a politician, ambassador, Vice President and finally the first one-term President. His years as VP and President</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3861147686799701474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3861147686799701474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3861147686799701474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/john-adams-by-david-mccullough.html' title='John Adams by David McCullough'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3550803852414803457</id><published>2007-07-25T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T20:03:08.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buster and Duckie by Dr. Marc Binard</title><summary type='text'>First of all, this is NOT a little kids’ book. It is a riot to read as an adult, though. The puns, double entendres, and misspellings (on purpose, no doubt) made me smile or laugh out loud. This tongue-in-cheek story is set in Abaco, Bahamas, and the good doctor says it’s based on a fact or two. Duckie (yes, a duck) is killed by the unleashed, uncaring Buster (yes, a dog). Buster is arrested, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3550803852414803457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3550803852414803457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3550803852414803457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/buster-and-duckie-by-dr-marc-binard.html' title='Buster and Duckie by Dr. Marc Binard'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2661294156033032536</id><published>2007-07-23T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T08:09:57.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth (the Documentary)</title><summary type='text'>I watched this DVD that Al Gore has put out about global warming. He’s adamant about the possible loss of our planet as we know it in less than 100 years. He provided many graphics showing CO2  emissions, the temperature changes over the ages, how pitiful our cars are compared to other countries, etc. The sights that hit me the most were his pictures of glaciers in many parts of the world…30 </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2661294156033032536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2661294156033032536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2661294156033032536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/inconvenient-truth-documentary.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth (the Documentary)'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-524886619106254536</id><published>2007-07-21T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:00:25.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries are my favorites, and...</title><summary type='text'>...James Patterson is one of my favorite mystery writers. The Alex Cross series is his mainstay. The Women's Murder Club series is probably aimed at his female readers, but is good for both sexes, and will soon be a TV show. The Maximum Ride gang provides wild, crazy, funky fun for all ages. In Step on a Crack he introduced a new character which he may or may not continue. He's an award-winning </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=524886619106254536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/524886619106254536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/524886619106254536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/mysteries-are-my-favorites-and.html' title='Mysteries are my favorites, and...'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8958715851262162698</id><published>2007-07-20T07:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:09:52.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Destiny of Fools by Ejner Fulsang</title><summary type='text'>What sets this story apart from others is the time…it's 2085 AD, computers are sentient, and the world has been hit by the Great Sterility Pandemic that started in 2005. Sophie Zapata's generation is the next-to-last generation on earth; babies are a rarity. The story is an eerie look at what could happen in the next 70-80 years thanks to inept governments and failing infrastructures. It's a good</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/dp/0977810836?tag=bobmillerwrit-20&amp;camp=14573&amp;creative=327641&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;creativeASIN=0977810836&amp;adid=0RRZP0VECW57Z6177BQK&amp;' title='A Destiny of Fools by Ejner Fulsang'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8958715851262162698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8958715851262162698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8958715851262162698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/destiny-of-fools-by-ejner-fulsang.html' title='A Destiny of Fools by Ejner Fulsang'/><author><name>One of Our Golf Pros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211802864105152956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5456100092316885613</id><published>2007-07-20T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:10:17.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>London Bridges by James Patterson</title><summary type='text'>So the race begins…Can Alex, the FBI, CIA, world leaders, etal put all the puzzle pieces together in time to save the world and themselves? Alex travels to London and Paris and worries about the kids and Nana at home. Bodies show up everywhere as the Wolf keeps his promised threats. Will Alex live? Will the Weasel die? Will the Wolf live on to raise more hell? More:</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/dp/0446613355?tag=bobmillerwrit-20&amp;camp=14573&amp;creative=327641&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;creativeASIN=0446613355&amp;adid=0T85QSV0057K1FT8TK72&amp;' title='London Bridges by James Patterson'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5456100092316885613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5456100092316885613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5456100092316885613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/london-bridges.html' title='London Bridges by James Patterson'/><author><name>One of Our Golf Pros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211802864105152956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7498410033203069687</id><published>2007-07-20T07:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:35:51.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill Me If You Can, You SOB by Bobby Miller</title><summary type='text'>The more I read of Miller's work, the more I like it. Like Hunter S Thompson, Miller is a born curmudgeon, cynic, and rebel. I cracked up when his commander described him as "he'll never make general but he'll get you there and back." No grunt ever had a truer, more unconditional friend. This memoir hit particularly close to home for me as it detailed the author's experiences as a warrant officer</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/dp/1587368463?tag=bobmillerwrit-20&amp;camp=14573&amp;creative=327641&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;creativeASIN=1587368463&amp;adid=0FH394QGNRB0WQ766BD6&amp;' title='Kill Me If You Can, You SOB by Bobby Miller'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7498410033203069687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7498410033203069687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7498410033203069687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/kill-me-if-you-can-you-sob.html' title='Kill Me If You Can, You SOB by Bobby Miller'/><author><name>One of Our Golf Pros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211802864105152956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2881715844218657951</id><published>2007-07-20T07:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:06:30.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angel Named Zabar by Bob Miller</title><summary type='text'>Like the teachings of Jesus, the predictions of Michel de Nostradame, and the visions of Joseph Smith, it’s entirely possible that in a hundred years or so author Bob Miller’s diary entries about an angel named Zabar will serve their intended purpose.In the meantime, humankind can at least enjoy the adventures of these two men, one being a simple farm boy from the backwoods of northwest Alabama </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/dp/1587364379?tag=bobmillerwrit-20&amp;camp=14573&amp;creative=327641&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;creativeASIN=1587364379&amp;adid=0T24ACZDD568F76N7M7V&amp;' title='An Angel Named Zabar by Bob Miller'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2881715844218657951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2881715844218657951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2881715844218657951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/angel-named-zabar.html' title='An Angel Named Zabar by Bob Miller'/><author><name>One of Our Golf Pros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211802864105152956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7432283318531133388</id><published>2007-07-20T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:37:50.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SWORD: Tales from the Green Sahara by Lisa Agnew</title><summary type='text'>What an interesting and unique approach to this historical/fictional/sci-fi tale! This is the story of a sword and its life through the ages as told by Abeth, the Sword’s conscience. The Sword was forged of metal stronger than any known at the time and was slightly curved at the tip. The hilt was loaded with many valuable colorful gems. The story of this magnificent Sword opens in 223BC as a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/dp/1904018173?tag=bobmillerwrit-20&amp;camp=14573&amp;creative=327641&amp;linkCode=as1&amp;creativeASIN=1904018173&amp;adid=0C4RBSTCGQQW048VM4YQ&amp;' title='SWORD: Tales from the Green Sahara by Lisa Agnew'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7432283318531133388&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7432283318531133388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7432283318531133388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2007/07/sword-tales-from-green-sahara.html' title='SWORD: Tales from the Green Sahara by Lisa Agnew'/><author><name>One of Our Golf Pros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211802864105152956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
