My mom used to yell at me to come out from the other side of the bed and play with my friends who had come over to visit. It wasn't that I didn't want to play; it was just that a book, pretty much any book, had caught my attention and carried me away. A reader since I was old enough to hold a book, it never occurred to me that a person could actually have a JOB where books and people could come together and one could actually earn money doing it. A brief stint at Waldenbooks at the old Crossroads Mall in Salt Lake City cemented my love for working in a bookstore. Even processing "returns" was fascinating to me. Next came a job at the circulation desk at the Salt Lake City public library which was really fun but not the same as retail. Many years and two kids later I found myself back in Salt Lake. The King's English has been my home away from home for over 20 years now and I can't imagine doing anything else.
An unusual debut that has it all including an Irish countryside that is not emerald green and lovely to behold. Rather it is stark and full of hidden agendas that don't become clear until the very end of this terrific novel. I defy you to see the end of this one coming.
If you’ve shopped at TKE for long you know what fans we are of Norwegian by Night and Sheldon Horowitz in particular. And the question we’ve asked ourselves, is how did he become the hero we met during that mystery? Luckily, Derek Miller is back with the answer to Sheldon’s early life and more. As the novel begins, Sheldon and his father are driving home from his mother’s funeral when their truck is run off the road and Joseph, Sheldon’s dad is killed. So what is a young boy to do in this situation? Get revenge is the thought that carries him through his teens and into early adulthood. He moves into his uncle’s house in Hartford, Connecticut and grows up with his cousins Abe and Mirabelle who figure largely in his story. From there to Grossinger’s in the Catskills as a bellhop to Brooklyn as a young clock repairman, Sheldon never loses sight of his goal: find the man who killed his father and make him pay. Filled with Miller’s trademark humor and pathos, this is a terrific next chapter for our favorite hero!
Remember these names: Gloria, Corinne, Debra Ann, Ginny, Mary Rose, Glory, Suzanne, and Karla. This story takes place in Odessa, Texas in the mid-‘70s and maybe the small-town oil patches were worse places than others for women but really, weren’t most places? Aren’t many places still? One terrible thing happens to Gloria and everyone else for miles around is left to interpret it as they see fit. Over the course of this amazing debut novel we get to know each of these females in their own voices and they are strong and sad and funny and you find yourself rooting for each and every one of them to get what they want whether it’s in Texas or far, far away.
It’s the late 1950s. The Korean War is over, and Vietnam is getting started. For brothers, Julius and Lee, newly home on leave, getting out of Kansas and starting anew in San Diego means the beginning of the American Dream. For Lee, it’s his new wife, Muriel and the promise of a house in the suburbs. For Julius, it’s less clear. These were still early days in the West; folks were watching atomic bombs blow up from the tops of hotels on Fremont street in Las Vegas, and decency laws still lived on the books and in people’s minds. As we follow Julius and Muriel alternately, we see two people, part of the Greatest Generation, trying to be true to themselves.
Over the course of 24 hours in a small Mississippi college town, our protagonist, Lou, picks up and drops off a wild and crazy array of folks who need a cab, either because they don’t have car, are drunk or planning to be, or are literally sick. As in, they are leaving the hospital and going either home or back to prison, it’s hard to tell with these people. What is clear is that Lou is too nice to be a taxi driver. He lets people cheat him out of money, convince him to drive them way out of his jurisdiction, wait while they have surgey (yes, the hospital bit) or just plain mistreat him. What will also be clear to you is that you will wish with all your heart that your next Uber driver is as great as Lou.
The Sinaloa cartel thanks you…” Rice Morton isn’t who he appears to be. Charged with protecting a wildlife preserve deep in the remote Virginia forest, he can stay hidden. He’s just beginning to relax when he’s lead to a bear carcass and so begins a crusade against the poachers—a crusade that may prove his undoing. His do-it-yourself witsec program is no match for the cartel he’s bloodied the nose of, and an aggrieved FBI agent is pointing the cartel right at him. – Paula Longhurst
If you take the true grit of Mattie Ross and mix it with the disguises and daring-do of the Scarlet Pimpernel you get a glimpse of Jessilyn Harney in this amazing novel of the West when gunslingers were for hire and politics didn't look too different from the way they look today. After caring for her father until his death, Jess loads the only thing left to her, his rifle, and sets off to look for her runaway older brother. She doesn’t have to look too long or too far; he’s created quite a name for himself as an outlaw with a Robin Hood streak to his talents. I loved this story of the lengths people will go to to protect their families, blood-related or not.
H Mart is a supermarket chain that specializes in Asian food.” This is Michelle Zauner’s brief explanation of her memoir’s title and the reason she cries? She lost her mother to cancer way too early and processes her grief by taking up Korean cooking with a vengeance. Zauner’s story begins as she learns of her mom’s diagnosis and continues over the course of her treatment, a bittersweet trip to Korea, and ultimately her death in 2014. Zauner is better known as the lead singer in her band, Japanese Breakfast. Amazing how a book can be so sad and so delicious at the same time. I'll be recommending this everyone who loves good books and good food!
A young girl and boy, step-siblings by marriage, are on the verge of adulthood and more. Add in missing fingers, mounting mah jong debts, a loyal house-boy, a were-tiger and more and you have a fantastical tale of magical realism in Malaysia in the early 1930's. Such a fun read!
Ruth Young’s father, professor Howard Young is in the early stages of dementia. Her mother has asked her to come home, for a year maybe, to help, and since her fiancé has left her for another woman, Ruth decides she might as well. She loves her father but he hasn’t always been faithful to her mother so she’s conflicted. But life is not black and white and when her father’s teaching assistant asks her to help him create a “pretend” class for her dad to teach, Ruth goes along with it. In the process, she learns that while the mind forgets some things, the heart doesn’t and love and forgiveness matter more than anything. This is Khong’s first novel and it’s both funny and sad; I loved it.
Ajatashatru Oghash Rathod, the fakir, flies from Rajasthan, India to Paris to purchase the Hertsyörbåk bed of nails advertised for a mere €99 by IKEA. Unfortunately, that model is out of stock until the next morning. Fortunately for the reader, Aja opts to spend the night in the “bedroom” section of the giant store and so his adventure begins. In a wild series of mistaken identities, misunderstandings, and pure mishaps, our fakir ends up traveling all over Western Europe (and Africa!) in a variety of contraptions including a hot air balloon. What could be contrived in less capable hands, is instead a lovely novel of the journey to find a bed and finding so much more.
Different from so many post-apocalyptic stories in that it feels like it could really happen. It's a time not too far in the future and basically, we have ruined everything for this new generation. Military service on the Wall is demanded of these young people. It's cold, unforgiving, and dangerous. I was immersed in this story and then, glad to be out of it, and in a warm house. Lanchester is a master of setting the stage and then inviting you into the scene.
In her first novel for adults, Jacqueline Woodson writes a very real story of four young girls growing up in Brooklyn in the ‘70s. And it may be a story about being black but it felt universal to me. August is a young woman coming of age and coming in to her power, and she understands some things and wonders mightily about others. But in the meantime, she does her homework, says no to boys when she needs to and goes off to college when some of her friends make other choices or have choices made for them. It’s the old adage, “We are all different, we are all alike”. I would have loved to have been friends with August.
Even Frank’s mother calls him a “character” and from the novel’s opening pages it’s clear the label fits. Everything about the 9-year-old, from the clothes he wears to his encyclopedic knowledge of the early days of Hollywood (and a little of everything else) is intriguing, and will have you eagerly turning the pages, dying to know what he’ll come up with next. Frank’s mother, Mimi, is on deadline to deliver a manuscript that doesn’t seem to be happening. The publisher sends its Gal Friday, Alice Whitley, to “help” Mimi finish the book. Mimi adamantly doesn’t want help and Frank needs help, or supervision anyway. So Frank and Alice are left to their own devices while the typewriter keeps up a clickety clack behind the closed door of Mimi’s office. Revealing too much about the plot would only ruin the surprise and delight that await you.