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The world is at war, and the army is stealing away the men, and those that are left are being hauled off to work in the factories in order to assist the war effort. In rural Kentucky Gertie is lucky enough to still have her husband around, he drives the coal truck, but knows that this situation cannot last. He has his date with the army already lined up. But she is preparing as best she can. She has been saving her money and almost has enough to offer on a nearby farm. Without having to pay half what they earn on rent Gertie and her family will be able to plan for the future. But on the eve of her plans coming to fruition all is ruined and she must uproot her family and follow her husband to the city of Detroit.
Posted on 11 May 2013 | By Fence | 8 responses
Book one in the Promise of Stones series. Fox is a young girl growing up on the Stone Body, a […]
Posted on 31 July 2012 | By Fence | 2 responses
The one thing that the internet is exceptionally good at, imo, is alerting you to other people. Sometimes this is […]
Posted on 16 February 2010 | By Fence | 2 responses
Author: Patrick Ness
Chaos Walking #2
Okay, so I loved and adored the first book in this series, even with its horrible cliff-hanger of an ending. Luckily enough I had this one waiting at work, so I didn’t have long to wait before I found out about what happened next. If you haven’t read the first book you shouldn’t read this one. Just don’t. Put the book down and go look for The Knife of Never Letting Go, you really won’t have a clue what is going on if you don’t.
Just a word of warning, there are *mild* spoilers in this review.
Posted on 11 January 2010 | By Fence | 6 responses
Author: Patrick Ness ISBN: 9781406310252 DDC: 813.6 LibraryThing ; Wikipedia Chaos Walking # 1 The first thing you find out […]
Posted on 6 January 2010 | By Fence | 6 responses
I meant to write about the withdrawal of the HPV vaccination when I heard mention of it on TV3 yesterday, […]
Posted on 7 November 2008 | By Fence | 3 responses
Well. So much for my much heralded return to blogging eh. Still, we can hope for better this week can’t […]
Posted on 22 April 2008 | By Fence | 6 responses
How private should private be, and who can ever possibly take it upon themselves to turn the private public? We are living in a precarious time, a time when both spheres are bleeding into each other and the line of demarcation is wavering. There is great potential here. Either we will become a society who ostracizes even more violently those who are different from us, suspect of every quiet student who doesn’t dress like the rest, suspicious of any husband or wife who doesn’t drag his or her child to every Saturday soccer game, or maybe, just maybe, we’ll become a society responsible to something greater than ourselves
Posted on 25 April 2007 | By Fence | 5 responses
Anyone who takes himself too seriously always runs the risk of looking ridiculous; anyone who can consistently laugh at himself does not
Okay, all joking aside lets look at the feminist debate going on at the moment.
I wouldn’t proclaim myself a feminist. But that has more to do with my dislike of labels than with any dislike of feminist theories.
As a 21st century woman, living in Ireland, it goes without saying that the feminist movements of previous decades have meant I have a vastly different life to what I would have lived even 50 years ago. But, from where I’m standing, feminism means too many things to too many people. For some it means nothing more or less than equality of opportunity. To others it means man-hating lesbians. Slight bit of a difference there I think.
Posted on 9 December 2005 | By Fence | 4 responses
This is the third of Mieville’;s books to be set in the wonderful world of New Crobuzon, and so far […]
Posted on 19 November 2005 | By Fence
This post could be listed under irishify if, that is, I bothered to explain the title. But I’m not gonna. I’ll save it for some other time. Or you can google. Whatever, its all good. All the time.
Where was I?
Ah yes, pigs. Or, to be more precise, Piglets.