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Changing blogging domain and site

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Dear blogger friends, Lately, I had a few problems with the Blogger web site for my blog The Content Reader . I took this as a sign that I should finally create a web site of my own. I have been checking out other options, but could not get my act together. Finally, I have managed to create a basic web site with Wix, which I hope will be developed over time.  It has not been easy to find my way around. One thing one can say about Blogger is that it is easy to work with.  This site will no longer be updated Follow me to my new domain @  thecontentreader.com Hope to see you there.  Lisbeth @ The Content Reader

Mount TBR 2018 - first check point

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The first three months have passed very quickly. I am quite pleased with the number of books I have read so far. Bev at  My Reader's Block  invites us to share our efforts in climbing the world mountains, and, our TBR shelves. I have read 13 books from my shelves and that means I have reached Pike's Peak and am looking out over the beautiful surroundings from 4.302 meters (or 14.115 ft). Yay! Furthermore, it takes me 200 meters (or 657 ft) up Mont Blanc! Very suitable since we were not far away from that mountain during our Easter holiday. I need 23 more book to reach the top. That will be my aim for next check point. My aim for the year is Mt Ararat and 48 books. I think I am doing well so far. Over to Bev's questions: A. Favourite cover so far is from Andrea Camilleri's  The Hunting Season .  Absolutely wonderful. B. Who has been your favourite character so far? And tell us why, if you like. It has to be "Girl in Rose" the last love of Haydn. Pr...

6 Degrees of Separation

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Six Degrees of Separation , is a monthly link-up hosted by Kate at Books Are My Favourite and Best . Each month a book is chosen as a starting point and linked to six other books to form a chain. A book doesn’t need to be connected to all the other books on the list, only to the one next to it in the chain. This month start with  Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders. It won the Man Booker Prize in 2017. I have not read it. It is about Abraham Lincoln's son William who died at a young age, and deals with loss. "Bardo" seems to mean an intermediate space between life and rebirth. That thought leads me to One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It has a magical realism, and it seems to take place in a, not entirely, human world. It follows a family through a hundred years, a family with a supernatural aura around it. It is a real world, but still not. I imagine that Lincoln in the Bardo, could be something similar. Staying on in a world...

Book beginnings on Fridays and The Friday 56

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This week my book beginning and page 56 come from a new author to me, Andrea Camilleri's Hunting Season .  Book Beginnings on Fridays hosted by Rose City Reader "The steam packet boat that delivered the post from Palermo, the Re d'Italia - which Sicilians stubbornly continued to the the Franceschiello out of a combination of habit, laziness, and homage to the Bourbon king who had instituted the service - moored, dead on time, at two o'clock in the afternoon of 1 January 1880, in the harbour of Vigàta." The Friday 56 (p. 55-56)  hosted by Freda's Voice "'That was me, my friend. I'd bought two rockets to set off on San Calorio's day, but then I couldn't do it because we were in mourning. So I tried them at home.' 'In the middle of the night?' 'Why, is there a specific time of day or night for setting off rockets at home?'" My review of the novel under link above. Quite a different book, bord...

Hunting Season by Andrea Camilleri

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According to information on the cover Camilleri is the author of the Inspector Montalbano series. The name sounds familiar to me, but I have not read any of these books, or seen the popular TV-series based on the books. This book caught my eye because of the cover, which I love. The back cover text intrigued me as well: "'Tomorrow afternoon they're going to open a pharmacy in town,' Mimi said as he was carrying his master, chair and all, from the palazzo to the Circolo. But as he was covering him with the blanket, since it was late February and frosty, the old man made as if to speak. 'No,' he said with such effort that he began to sweat, despite the cold. 'No, Mimi. Tomorrow hunting season opens.' 'What are you saying, sir? It's a pharmacy that's opening, and the pharmacist is that gentleman stranger who greets you every time he passes by.' 'No, Mimi, tomorrow hunting season opens. And I don't want to get shot…'"...