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The Dark Rose by Erin Kelly: Book Review/Giveaway

by Gloria Feit



Louisa Trevelyan is working as a garden designer re-creating a historically accurate Tudor garden in Warwickshire, at the fictional Kelstice Lodge. After working for years recreating gardens that have fallen into neglect on private estates, this community program has really given her a chance to indulge her creative passion for garden design. It is there that she meets Paul Seaforth, 19 years old, who bears “an uncanny likeness” to her lover of years ago, Adam Glasslake.

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson: Book Review

by Terrance V. Mc Arthur



There’s something about the people of Scandinavia. Between the sleep deprivation of the summer days with no night and the cabin fever of the long, dark winters, they seem to be very depressed and depressing. The films of Ingmar Bergman and the plays of Ibsen and Strindberg are not known as jolly romps. The life of Stieg Larsson was not cheery (raised by grandparents in northern Sweden because his parents had to leave him to find work in Stockholm, targeted for death threats because of his anti-neo-Nazi crusading, and dead at 50 before his books could be published), and his books push relentlessly into dark territory.

In Time: Movie Review

by Lorie Lewis Ham



If you’re looking for a fun sci-fi action flick to go see I would recommend In Time starring Justin Timberlake and Amanda Seyfried, which just opened this weekend.
In Time is set in a world where the currency is time. You only age to 25 and then you have one year on your time clock. Unless you can earn, steal or borrow more time you die when your clock runs out.

Thread: Original Short Story

by Christine Autrand Mitchell




Our lives unraveled off a circular stairwell that spun upwards into eternity, made up of a large turquoise dome, like the heavens painted on ceilings in cloisters and monasteries across Europe, where I once fell in love with the color. It was encircled in a giant gold band, to protect it from the visceral. A polished wooden railing held up by fragile, narrow rungs accompanied you on the way, the corporeal matrix of our design cast below the heavens. I never looked up when traversing the stairway because I knew I didn’t have to, not there. I was safe there. But we each finished alone in the end, completing our journey in our own mysterious shells just as we started.

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