Unreliable, unreadable

The EgyptologistThe Egyptologist by Arthur Phillips

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

The parts are much better than the whole. Way too mishmash confusing, leaves many unanswered questions, doesn’t gel, good example of unreliable narrator don’t know if anything we read was ‘true’.

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We have a Riffle

Cliffside Park has joined Riffle.  Pretty book covers and reading lists.

New reading suggestions up at our Riffle.

And we have shown up…

on Riffle.

Alternative book site, personally I like the cleaner look as compared to Goodreads.

A different place to find out what our book groups have been reading, to find out what we are interested in reading and perhaps occasionally a book review.


The Center for Fiction

Source: The Center for Fiction

First Sentence Friday

“As soon as I got home from school, Aunt Baba noticed the silver medal dangling from the left breast pocket of my uniform.”

~ Chinese Cinderella by Adeline Yen Mac

First Sentence Friday

“For something so unprecedented, so fraught with institutional risk, it was all handled with a minimum of fuss.”

~ House of Spies by Daniel Silva

Tuesday Poem

A Man’s a Man for a’ That  By Robert Burns


IS there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a’ that?
The coward slave, we pass him by,
We daur be puir, for a’ that!
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Our toils obscure and a’ that,
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp—
The man’s the gowd for a’ that.

What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin-grey and a’ that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine—
A man’s a man for a’ that.
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their tinsel show and a’ that,
The honest man, though e’er sae puir,
Is king o’ men for a’ that.

Ye see yon birkie, ca’ed a lord,
Wha struta, and stares, and a’ that;
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He’s but a coof for a’ that:
For a’ that, and a’ that,
His riband, star, and a’ that;
The man of independent mind,
He looks and laughs at a’ that.

A king can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a’ that;
But an honest man’s aboon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa’ that!
For a’ that, and a’ that,
Their dignities and a’ that,
The pith o’ sense and pride o’ worth
Are higher rank than a’ that.

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that)
That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth,
May bear the gree and a’ that.
For a’ that, and a’ that—
It’s coming yet, for a’ that,
When man to man, the warld o’er,
Shall brithers be for a’ that.

from Bartleby.com

First Sentence Friday

“When I look back upon my struggle with indigo, it appears in my consciousness as a dream.”

~ The Indigo Girl by Natasha Boyd