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This is the book you write when there are no other ways to describe a dystopian future that is full of horror. There is something out side that, if seen, will drive you mad. It is never named. Are they aliens? Looks like it. Windows are boarded up and going outside is rare, and then only if you are blindfolded. It is a tale centering around a woman and her two kids who are trying to reach a place of safety they have heard exists. All three are sightless due to the blindfold and navigate by touch, smell and sounds. I saw somewhere they are making a movie out of it. It was O.K. I stayed with it but mostly because I was waiting to hear what it was all about.

I'd pass if I were you.

We Are The Ants is a Young Adult book. I've read others that get this designation and while they involve kids and their unique problems, that doesn't mean old kids like me can't read them. In fact, this old kid liked this one a lot. Poor Henry. It's tough being a high school nerd. His boyfriend committed suicide last year and he keeps getting abducted by aliens. We have the usual teenage angst, a family that is challenging, school sucks but a new kid may hold the key to going on. Oh, yeah, the aliens have decided to blow up earth unless he presses a big red button in 90 days, which would keep everything going. Will he?

I liked this one.

1961. Small town Minnesota. Summer. Brothers Frank and Jake enjoy their summer vacation. But tragedy and sadness strikes. Four deaths will shake this town and the bucolic summer fun of these boys. I couldn't help but think of Atticus, Scout and Jem when I started this book by William Kent Krueger. Memorable characters, an edge-of-your-seat plot and a summer journey from boyhood to manhood makes this one of the best I've read in a while. Wonderful evocation of small town, and I should know - I lived in one.

Don't miss it.

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Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the f...

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