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Notably, my local library runs a big book sale once or twice a year. Besides, my local branch has a section with used books for sale year-round, which can be an excellent place to find deals. Our local school district also holds a large annual used book sale, which raised money for the schools.
It was my first year going, so I was surprised at the impressive assortment and prices. Powell Books is another store with a physical location, but there is only one in Portland, Oregon. If you live in Portland or surrounding areas, Powell Books is a good place to find deals on new and old books and rare editions.
As an independent bookseller, you can get a different level of service than bigger box stores. While Target is not a bookstore, it sells books at reasonable prices.
A few months back, I searched for a book and found it cheaper at Target than at the used book store. The best part is that books are in new condition and you can get them immediately rather than waiting for them to be shipped.
Thrift store shopping for books is more like a treasure hunt. You never know what you will find, but it can be worth browsing. If none of the options above work for you, there are tools you can use to find bookstores near you that sell new and used books at great prices. The website has a handy tool to help you find ones near you. Used Bookstores Near Me is another tool that helps you find the nearest places to buy used books based on your location.
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Miami exiles debate it. Some of the rhetoric over the search has had particular resonance in South Florida. Petersburg city attorney: Approach to place rent control on ballot flawed. No one wanted to talk about the GOAT in the room.
Rays blow lead in the 9th, get beat by an old friend in the 10th. Now batting for the Rays in practice Friday : Wander Franco. Bucs cornerback Carlton Davis holds his own vs. Tyreek Hill this time. Petersburg City Council should reject rent control Editorial. The fact that she outsmarts one of the detectives several times is completely ludicrous. Maya does not make any sense as a character, and further dooms this mess of a novel.
The rest of the cast does not help this ensemble. They are a sporadic display of the most one-dimensional characters ever conceived, and I am including the seven dwarves from Snow White. A book just needs to be entertaining. They should evoke an emotion of some sort. Despite the positive reviews, objectively, this is not a good book. A book is supposed to paint a picture! Maybe the author was trying something new. Whatever the case, it was not a success.
The Gardner kidnaps and tattoos girls with dark skin. I understand that this is probably for diversity, and as a dark-skinned woman, I am all about that, but not when it is incongruent with the story. A revolting story about assault, rape, and torture of girls as young as 12, who are all described as being exceptionally beautiful with idealized bodies. It's all too easy to imagine sick individuals intentionally reading this book specifically for that content. No author should ever tackle such subjects in such a glorified and shallow way as Dot Hutchison does.
I read to the end, increasingly horrified but anticipating a conclusion that would make sense of the author's choices. The final pages were a complete let-down and I felt sick to my stomach for both having spent money and time on this. I shall endeavor to avoid spoilers, but be warned there are references to the many reasons this book sucks with an intensity rarely found outside of industrial strength vacuum cleaners.
My wife read this book in old fashioned paper, suggested I read it and then promptly lent it to a neighbor lady who liked it and in turn lent it to her mother, from whence it has never returned, so I bought it again for the kindle and read it.
My assumption was that it couldn't be entirely awful if three women in a row enjoyed it. I have since learned to regret this tragic decision, though I will admit the book wasn't without any merit at all.
So, I'll start with the good stuff here: the author paints some interesting characters and has a very readable voice to her writing. I feel like, if she had an editor with a basic understanding of logic who could guide and correct her, I could maybe really like something she wrote.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way, let us move on to the bad and the ugly. Plot holes? The entire plot is a hole, and don't get me started on the twist. To those who've read this book and liked it, how did you suspend your disbelief about the garden, the gardener, and the entire idiotic, unbelievable, illogical plot? Rich dude or not, how did he have that "walls drop down at the push of button" glass prison built without arousing suspicion?
What would you tell the contractors? I need a barracks style prison, with rooms for 20 - 25 girls, all with glass walls, but also opaque sound proof walls that can be lowered at the press of a button. Why do I need that? It's for, uh, when I have guests visiting, uh, special guests who don't like privacy and would prefer to be unable to leave. Why the sound proofing?
Well, they get pretty loud when they party. Contractors: "oh, okay, that makes perfect sense". That's just one of a thousand holes you could drop the entire planet Earth through in this savagely stupid novel.
Want another example? How about this, in what idiotic universe can one man overpower a group of over twenty unrestrained women? Why didn't the moronic horde of women just swarm the one guy between them and freedom?
With an average age in the group landing somewhere in their late teens, we're talking over twenty basically adult-sized women, and they can't figure out to group up on the one man holding them? The first thousand plot holes are nothing in comparison to the final brain-mauling monster that is absurdly stupid big twist at the novel's conclusion.
Dear lord, I cannot explain the myriad layers of stupid contained in that twist with spoiling this book for you, but please, I beseech you in effort to save a few hours of your life--don't read this book. There are other minor annoyances, but compared to the outrageously illogical plot they're barely worth mentioning.
The author seems to have a fixation on unusual names, which doesn't match reality well in reality names uncommon names are, well, uncommon--look at the census data. Your time would be better spent elsewhere--pretty much anywhere, really. See all reviews. Top reviews from other countries. Not for me. A friend recommended on holiday this as she had read the trilogy.
I doubt I'll go for the next 2 in the trilogy. It read like fan fiction. There's a weird rape fantasy vibe throughout, the author never fully communicates the horror of rape, murder and kidnapping. Dick and Barry drag him to a club to hear an American folk singer named Marie LaSalle, as lost and single in London as Rob is in his own neighborhood; Rob develops a crush on Marie that goes unrequited only so long.
He touches base with Liz, a mutual friend of Laura's, and learns that his ex has moved in with Ian, their obnoxious former neighbor. In her talks with Laura, though, Liz has learned things about Rob that places him firmly in the "arsehole" category.
I do not know what, precisely, Laura said, but she would have revealed at least two, maybe even all four, of the following pieces of information: 1. That I slept with somebody else while she was pregnant. That my affair contributed directly to her terminating the pregnancy. That, after the abortion, I borrowed a large sum of money from her and have not yet repaid any of it.
That, shortly before she left, I told her I was unhappy in the relationship, and I was kind of sort of maybe looking around for someone else. Did I do and say these things? Yes, I did. Are there any mitigating circumstances? Not really, unless any circumstantial in other words, context can be regarded as mitigating. And before you judge, although you have probably already done so, go away and write down the worst four things you have done to your partner, even if--especially if--your partner doesn't know about them.
Don't dress these things up, or try to explain them; just write them down, in a list, in the plainest language possible. OK, so who's the arsehole now? Rob's lists help him through his breakup with Laura in one way, at least.
He endeavors to contact each of his all-time top five most memorable split-ups to find closure. Distraught when he pesters Laura into admitting that she's had sex with Ian, Rob ends up on the invitation list for her father's funeral. Reconciliation seems likely, but the common denominator in all Rob's failures is still staring at him. Seventh day, bed, afterward. I could describe every second of every time, and there weren't that many of them, and you'd be hurt, but you still wouldn't understand the first thing about anything that mattered.
I just want to know. What else could it be like? I had hoped it wouldn't be like sex at all; I had hoped that it would be like something much more boring or unpleasant, instead.
I remember. Look, we're OK now. We've just had a nice time. Let's leave it at that. But the nice time we've just had Rob Fleming is not the ideal man you'd want to take a phone call from, hang out with and best of luck if you fell in love with him.
But he is a real person and someone I know well. I'd like to think Rob is the sort of non-alcoholic, non-druggie, smart, witty and immature male in his mid-twenties to mid-thirties, "keeping my options open," terrified of commitment and embittered of opportunities that always seem to present themselves to other people, but in reality, his self-obsession occurs across age and even across gender.
The chief reason to read the novel is Nick Hornby's exceedingly good taste in records, books and films and his wonderful ear for dialogue and monologue. But I want to see Clara, Charlie's friend, who's right up my street. I want to see her because I don't know where my street is; I don't even know what part of town it's in, which city, which country, so maybe she'll enable me to get my bearings.
Five women who don't live on my street, as far as I know, but would be very welcome if they ever decided to move into my area: the Holly Hunter of Broadcast News ; the Meg Ryan of Sleepless In Seattle ; a woman doctor I saw on the telly once, who had lots of long frizzy hair and carved up a Tory MP in a debate about embryos, although I don't know her name and I've never been able to find a pinup of her; Katharine Hepburn in The Philadelphia Story ; Valerie Harper in TV series Rhoda.
These are women who talk back, women with a mind of their own, women with snap and crackle and pop I could rescue them. I could redeem them. They could make me laugh, and I could make them laugh, maybe, on a good day, and we could stay in and watch one of their films or TV programs or embryo debates on video and adopt disadvantaged children together and the whole family could play soccer in Central Park. This paragraph is nearly verbatim from my dinner interview with the author.
It's my thesis that the majority of authors are married or have been with their current partners for over ten years. I'd add that a lot of authors regardless of status are simply not comfortable with being brutally honest about dating. Nick Hornby is and so is High Fidelity , which is honest, tough, funny, sensitive. Adapted to film in , the screenplay by D. View all 41 comments. Time to call it a day.
View all 8 comments. He is thirty-five, and his girlfriend Laura has just packed up a suitcase and moved out. This is his seventeenth relationship, and every single one of them has ended the same way Of course, moving out with a suitcase could be just a shot across his bow.
Change, or else this will be a permanent situation. The apartment, though, is still brimming with her possessions, which means there are many more skirmishes to be fought and lines in the sand to be drawn. Laura has a new job, a grown up job, and her spiked hair is gone, and her leather jackets have been pushed to the back of her closet. She has changed.
Rob has remained the same. Is this the age old problem of women wanting men to change and men wanting women to stay the same? Or it could be about Ian, the upstairs lothario who routinely serenaded them with the squeaks and groans of his epic bouts of sex. Does she want to see what all that moaning and groaning for hours is about? Rob is insecure about his sexual prowess, and thinking about Laura with Ian drives him crazy. Most men are bundles of masculine insecurities, especially regarding their sexual performance, and since Rob is a man who likes to make lists, he even has a list of all the things that can go wrong for men.
A spot of I-wonder-how-I-rank? But if a man is unfortunate enough to have any of these insecurities wiggle into his brain at the most inappropriate moment, it can lead to a less than satisfactory conclusion and a doubling down on his rampaging inferiority complex.
Rob can no longer claim to be a kid, but he is far from an adult. The people who worked in the music department were definitely different than the people who worked in the book department. We each had our own language, but of course, book people listened to music, and music people read books, so we did find ways to communicate. The list challenges that Rob and his workmates throw at each other are funny because we did that as well, pre-internet by the way. We had to pull our lists from our memory, which made for errors.
I was just beginning to amass a book collection. I know it's a mental shift from being quite willing to eat beans for a month to buy that Cormac McCarthy first edition. I can tell you, she is not willing to do so, and that is a good thing. This is one of those books that makes you grin and wince in equal measure as you read it.
Rob will have you thinking about your ten most embarrassing moments while dating, and as he makes his nostalgic tour back through all the women who left him looking for insight about himself another problem that he suffers from is self-obsession , you will remember some of your own miscues with trying to form lasting relationships.
I would have really enjoyed this book when it came out in I was 28 then, a bit younger than Rob, but still working in the book biz and certainly a bit bruised and battered by the dating wars. View all 18 comments. Oct 22, Ahmad Sharabiani rated it really liked it Shelves: romance , 20th-century , humor , fiction , novels , british , literature. Rob Fleming is a London record shop owner in his mid-thirties whose girlfriend, Laura, has just left him.
At his record shop, called Championship Vinyl, Rob and his employees, Dick and Barry, spend their free moments discussing mix-tape aesthetics and constructing desert-island, "top-five" lists of anything that demonstrates their knowledge of music.
Rob, recalling his five most memorable breakups, sets about getting in touch with the former girlfriends. Eventually, Rob's re-examination of his failed relationships and the death of Laura's father bring the two back together. Their relationship is, Nov 28, Samadrita rated it really liked it Recommends it for: Anyone with a love for music and a realistic story.
Shelves: slice-of-life , romance , bring-on-the-lols , european-literature , music , and-more , human-drama , britain , semi-favorites. High Fidelity is several things at once. It is a specimen of guylit I just invented the term yes - romance and single life explained from the point of view of a man.
And we have so few of those. It is a humorous reflection on life and its many failings. And lastly, it is the tale of a Brit singleton in his mid thirties who is unrelentingly firm in his reluctance to grow into a man. A man who is so caught up in his fantasies of the ultimate love one is destined to end up with, that he ignores the High Fidelity is several things at once.
A man who is so caught up in his fantasies of the ultimate love one is destined to end up with, that he ignores the woman who truly cares for him and consequently ends up losing her. So the novel begins with our protagonist, Rob Fleming, listing the 5 major break-ups of his life which either hurt him too much or ended up changing him as a person for good.
And he takes vicious pleasure in informing the reader that Laura, the woman who just left him, doesn't make the top 5, doesn't even come close. How could you not get sucked into a book which begins on such a promising note?
An owner of a dingy vinyl record shop named Championship Vinyl, Rob and his two employee-cum-sidekicks Dick and Barry stumble through the maze of life, more often than not clueless about what they are doing. They debate merits and demerits of obscure bands and music artists and are generous in their display of disdain for the ones who love their Beatles, Billy Joel, Tina Turner, Elton John and the usuals.
And these hilarious conversations centering around mundane things like tv shows, movies, music and women lend the plot much of its frivolity and humour.
Especially Barry, who is described by Rob as a 'snob obscurantist' , makes you laugh uncontrollably with his habit of belittling everything, his sneaky tactics of selling records of artists no one has heard of and his interactions with Dick. And so the plot meanders through the zigzagging life of Rob, touches briefly upon the lives of all the women with whom he had been in love at some point of time and settles on his on-and-off relationship with Laura.
High Fidelity comes as close to portraying single life and romance as it actually is and not in the larger-than-life Hollywood rom-comish way. It talks about the things we all do in relationships - how we decide how much to reveal to the other person.
How our feelings for a person waver time and again and how we often falter, unable to decide what we want. How we hurt the other person in the process. How we realize how precious a relationship was only after it has ended. And more importantly how we are ever afraid of making that feared transformation - be it from girl to woman or boy to man. Nick Hornby's debut novel is a charming creation - it is like a music record by an artist you may not have heard of but you can relate to the music, nonetheless.
And you can't help but want to play the record all over again. View all 27 comments. Oct 23, Lisa Findley rated it really liked it Shelves: fiction. I used to think-and given the way we ended up, maybe I still do-that all relationships need the kind of violent shove that a crush brings, just to get you started and to push you over the humps. And then, when the energy from that shove has gone and you come to something approaching a halt, you have to look around and see what you've got. It could be something completely different, it could be something roughly the same, but gentler and calmer, or it could be nothing at all.
I feel like this book was written as a direct response to Bridget Jones's Diary , though I don't know that for sure and I'm too lazy to check the dates. In any case, it is surely a response to all the Chick-Lit that-at the time, and even now-abounds. And at first I was thinking, "hey, this is just Bridget Jones's Diary but with a Penis", but it isn't. It is exactly the same. The same whingeing.
The same horribleness toward people the protagonists want to have sex with. The same horribleness toward the people the protagonists have had sex with. The horribleness toward the protagonist's so-called friends. The same self-serving ridiculousness and not wanting anyone else to be happy because they're not happy. The same whingeing, the same arrogance, the same patheticness. Maybe you could say that Bridget Jones's Diary is this but with a Vagina but then all the whingeing is fine because having stuff coming out of your vagina once a month that isn't just always blood is really, super annoying, though I can't recall Bridget ever whingeing about Vagina-blood at all Is that the point of these books?
To take pathetic people and give them the spotlight because, deep-down, that's all of us? And we never have our voices heard, despite getting drunk every night and shouting our problems out to the night. Are you really like these characters? If you are you should be deeply ashamed and I'm glad you're stuck in a dead-end job and not actually in charge of anything. Stay there, keep your head down, procreate because you don't understand the menstrual cycle or contraception and then die.
I can't work out if the protagonist-whatever his name is, I've forgotten already-is supposed to be horrible, pathetic, whingeing, annoying, perverse-in short, a complete cunt-or not: is this the anti-hero kind of thing? Where we like him because, oh, he's a bit not "normal" whatever that is?
Bridget was a cunt, too. I hated them both. Is this what people are actually like? What's wrong with people? It hasn't even got a Penis, and Chick-Lit doesn't have a Vagina. It's just people being cunts. With no reference to whatever you think "cunt" actually means or the etymology of the word "cunt", anglo-saxon or Norse or whatever. Just the metaphorical sense of a person being a cunt. You know what I mean. By the way, I've realised that Love doesn't exist, it's just Fear of being Alone: or it is if you read books like this.
I had so many interesting points to make about this book and it was all going to sound like I'd thought long and hard about it, and was making fantastic points and really making you think, and going in to how Love is a construct, and Fear is also a construct so is Love really as unreal as Fear etc but I can't be bothered. I really can't. Why do men have to read this and not read Bridget Jones's Diary? It's exactly the same thing.
Blog Reviews Instagram Twitter While this wouldn't get near my top five reads this year, it's the best novel I'll ever read featuring top fives. Despite being written only in the mid 90s, it feels a bit dated now in the fact that independent record shops have practically been wiped out. And I don't know how the likes of HMV even manage to survive. The last time I went in a store this before covid came along it was almost empty and didn't have that vibe like it used to.
Well, that's one thing this novel isn't lacking in, and While this wouldn't get near my top five reads this year, it's the best novel I'll ever read featuring top fives.
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