<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549</id><updated>2009-10-01T00:31:54.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Miller Writes</title><subtitle type='html'>Writers and Artists, we welcome posts about books and fine arts. Don't tiptoe around the fact that you are here to toot your own horn. We like that, and like it even more when you go to other sites and toot ours. Fair? All posts must be well-written and informative (200 words or less).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>One of Our Golf Pros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14211802864105152956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8748003984488984304</id><published>2009-06-15T12:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:55:06.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While RVing....</title><summary type='text'>Escape by Robert TannenbaumTwo stories with a VERY thin connection and way too much detail. Should have been two separate books instead of one 700-page book. I struggled to get through it.Dark Summer by Iris JohansenDo dogs have healing powers? Bad guy Danner thinks so and wants to kill the dogs Jude Marrok has to get the great panacea. Devon Brady is a vet Marrok meets on a search &amp; rescue </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8748003984488984304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8748003984488984304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8748003984488984304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/06/while-rving.html' title='While RVing....'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7053107338587035578</id><published>2009-04-30T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:32:32.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell</title><summary type='text'>Kay is summoned to New York because a guy in Bellevue will only talk to her and let her examine him. She goes, of course, and soon realizes she’s hearing a fake story from Oscar Bane and wonders about his self-inflicted wounds. He’s accused of killing his girlfriend. Kay can’t tell anyone, not even Benton, what she learned from Oscar, Lucy is called to figure out what’s what with the deceased’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7053107338587035578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7053107338587035578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7053107338587035578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/scarpetta-by-patricia-cornwell.html' title='Scarpetta by Patricia Cornwell'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3657097826291104890</id><published>2009-04-07T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:13:32.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Associate by John Grisham</title><summary type='text'>Kyle McAvoy is editor of the Law Review at Yale and has a bright future ahead of him…until an indiscretion from college rears its ugly head. He is blackmailed by the mysterious Bennie Wright who has a video of the incident. Kyle must a) forget doing community law work and head right to a mega-big law firm in New York; b) get into the litigation section; c) steal documents from a big case and d) </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3657097826291104890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3657097826291104890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3657097826291104890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/associate-by-john-grisham.html' title='The Associate by John Grisham'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2491036500450638205</id><published>2009-04-01T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T06:51:49.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bones by Jonathan Kellerman</title><summary type='text'>When new detective Moses Reed gets the call that a body has been found in LA’s Bird Marsh, he enlists Milo Sturgis’ help and they find not only the body of a pianist but the bodies of three prostitutes as well…all with their right hand missing. And, of course, Milo calls on Alex Delaware to throw in his two cents. Chief suspect is Travis Huck, the house manager of the wealthy Vander family whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2491036500450638205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2491036500450638205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2491036500450638205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/04/bones-by-jonathan-kellerman.html' title='Bones by Jonathan Kellerman'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1428975952076476924</id><published>2009-03-23T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:58:19.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Look Twice by Andrew Gross</title><summary type='text'>Police Lt. Ty Hauk and his daughter were in a convenience shop when a drive-by shooting killed the man behind them in line. This leads Ty on a hunt for the killer, the theory being it’s a revenge killing. This leads him to a gambling scheme at a popular casino up the road. But the more he delves into the case (against all warnings to leave it alone), the more problems he runs into and more people</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1428975952076476924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1428975952076476924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1428975952076476924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-look-twice-by-andrew-gross.html' title='Don’t Look Twice by Andrew Gross'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1251983935473157585</id><published>2009-03-14T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T21:16:27.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Appeal by John Grisham</title><summary type='text'>Wes and Mary Grace Payton were successful attorneys in southern Mississippi. They hocked everything to represent a widow and her claim for the wrongful deaths of her husband and son against a big chemical company that polluted the town’s water. They won in the lower court, and it went on to the state Supreme Court.Billionaire Carl Trudeau, the owner of the chemical company, is not about to pay </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1251983935473157585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1251983935473157585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1251983935473157585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/03/appeal-by-john-grisham.html' title='The Appeal by John Grisham'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7763029047812644321</id><published>2009-02-22T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:29:33.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Heat by Linda Fairstein</title><summary type='text'>Alexandra Cooper, Mike Chapman and Mercer Wallace are after the bad guy or guys again. Three young women are brutally tortured, murdered and left in deserted places to be found whenever. They get flimsy leads, think it’s guy A, then guy B. Then a call to the hotline brings them their big break in the case. Of course, Alex manages to get herself into a predicament she struggles to get out of.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7763029047812644321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7763029047812644321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7763029047812644321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/killer-heat-by-linda-fairstein.html' title='Killer Heat by Linda Fairstein'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-1965652401685917506</id><published>2009-02-15T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:44:30.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminal Intent by William Bernhardt</title><summary type='text'>This time Ben Kincaid is defending a radical Episcopalian priest, Father Daniel Beale, who’s on trial for killing a member of his church. Two other women had been murdered, but he was charged with just the one, and the whole church wanted him gone…to jail would be OK with the fine Christians. Surprises come out during the trial and the story doesn’t end with the verdict.Ben has grown a tad as an </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=1965652401685917506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1965652401685917506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/1965652401685917506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/criminal-intent-by-william-bernhardt.html' title='Criminal Intent by William Bernhardt'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7969587527191591708</id><published>2009-02-08T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:47:08.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer View by Ridley Pearson</title><summary type='text'>Walt Fleming, the Sun Valley sheriff from the Killer Weekend, is back. His best friend is missing and his friend’s brother is dead. Employees from a bottling plant are deathly sick. A young woman is dropped off at the hospital badly beaten. Walt desperately wants to find his friend while figuring out why people are sick and animal carcasses are being burned. And he’s still trying figure out how </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7969587527191591708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7969587527191591708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7969587527191591708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/02/killer-view-by-ridley-pearson.html' title='Killer View by Ridley Pearson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4569420751774232901</id><published>2009-01-31T18:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:00:50.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom Prey by John Sandford</title><summary type='text'>Mega rich Alyssa Austin comes home to find blood on the walls and her daughter missing. She eventually asks Lucas Davenport’s wife to have Lucas look into the matter of her missing daughter who ran around with some Goths. As more Goths are murdered, and Lucas is shot at, Lucas gets madder and more involved. Who’s the Fairy that very few see and who only shows up now and then? Who’s the total </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4569420751774232901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4569420751774232901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4569420751774232901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/phantom-prey-by-john-sandford.html' title='Phantom Prey by John Sandford'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7965400490168563740</id><published>2009-01-22T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:46:11.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bodies Left Behind by Jeffrey Deaver</title><summary type='text'>In short, Deputy Brynn McKenzie was sent to investigate a disturbing call received from a vacation house on Lake Mondac in Wisconsin. She gets there, finds two people dead, sees the killers, and they all escape into the woods…about 6PM on an April evening. The next twelve hours are hell for everyone involved and are the core of the story. And yes, there are several bodies left behind.This is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7965400490168563740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7965400490168563740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7965400490168563740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/bodies-left-behind-by-jeffrey-deaver.html' title='The Bodies Left Behind by Jeffrey Deaver'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3830948986637974540</id><published>2009-01-08T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:35:54.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country by James Patterson</title><summary type='text'>Several families in the DC area are brutally murdered; one family member was an old flame of Alex’s. Alex gets a lead on the gang of thugs, led by the ‘Tiger’, that’s doing these dastardly deeds and thinks he needs to follow Tiger to Nigeria and Sierra Leone…oh really??  He ends up in tons of trouble along the way (mostly of his own making or stupidity); and when he finally makes it back to </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3830948986637974540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3830948986637974540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3830948986637974540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2009/01/cross-country-by-james-patterson.html' title='Cross Country by James Patterson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7700411999203026250</id><published>2008-12-29T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:05:24.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Justice by David Baldacci</title><summary type='text'>These Camel Club stories never end…and that’s GOOD! This one picks up where Stone Cold left off. Oliver has left Washington DC, running for his life, after killing two bad guys high up in the federal government. He befriends a young man on the train and ends up in the mining town of Divine, Virginia, with all of its murders and mayhem. His friends, as well as the Feds, come after him.This was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7700411999203026250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7700411999203026250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7700411999203026250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/12/divine-justice-by-david-baldacci.html' title='Divine Justice by David Baldacci'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2758585330907724061</id><published>2008-12-27T13:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:40:14.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>While in the air and on the seas…</title><summary type='text'>Quicksand by Iris Johansen is another Eve Duncan looking-for-her-daughter's-body story. Ho-hum. Will she ever get a life and move on? Montalvo and Miguel from the previous story show up to help Eve and Joe find Kistle, the guy who claims to have taken Bonnie. Of course, they all end up in unreal predicaments. Will Joe finally leave Eve after years of chasing after Bonnie's remains? Will Montalvo </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2758585330907724061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2758585330907724061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2758585330907724061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/12/while-in-air-and-on-seas.html' title='While in the air and on the seas…'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-6778926921471365848</id><published>2008-11-15T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T13:38:58.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gate House by Nelson DeMille</title><summary type='text'>Ten years ago, socialite Susan Stanhope Sutter shot and killed her Mafia don lover, Frank Bellarosa. She and her husband, John, divorced; he sailed around the world for three years and lived in London for seven years. She moved to Hilton Head near her domineering parents.John is back in the US, on Long Island specifically, because he’s the attorney for an old lady, the last half of the former </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=6778926921471365848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6778926921471365848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/6778926921471365848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/11/gate-house-by-nelson-demille.html' title='The Gate House by Nelson DeMille'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-8489136192817671949</id><published>2008-11-08T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:33:36.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Dead by Allison Brennan</title><summary type='text'>Lots of characters to keep track of while trying to figure out who’s doing all the killing. Fifteen years ago, Tom O’Brien was convicted of killing his wife and her lover. Now he’s a fugitive back in Sacramento trying to prove his innocence and reconnect with his grown daughter. FBI agent Mitch Bianchi befriends Claire O’Brien under false pretenses to try to recapture her dad. A law student who </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=8489136192817671949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8489136192817671949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/8489136192817671949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/11/playing-dead-by-allison-brennan.html' title='Playing Dead by Allison Brennan'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7614275991401555275</id><published>2008-11-05T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:57:38.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Lies by Brad Meltzer</title><summary type='text'>I’ve enjoyed past books by this author, but this one is a tad weird in my opinion and definitely not a favorite. Tying the Cain-killed-Abel story with the death of the father of Superman’s creator (in the 1930’s) and a secret society that wants the weapon Cain used (present day) is a big stretch and a big mess of characters. Somehow the author tries to tie these events together…and left this </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7614275991401555275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7614275991401555275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7614275991401555275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/11/book-of-lies-by-brad-meltzer.html' title='The Book of Lies by Brad Meltzer'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5064981231682805055</id><published>2008-10-31T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:33:09.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Against Medical Advice by James Patterson and Hal Friedman</title><summary type='text'>This is the unbelievable true story of Cory Friedman, Hal’s son, who was cursed with Tourette’s syndrome and OCD. The story starts shortly before Cory turned 5 when the first symptoms showed up and continues through his senior year in high school. He went through hell on earth with assorted doctors and tons of drugs, including alcohol, trying to get his tics, noises, and body movements under some</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5064981231682805055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5064981231682805055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5064981231682805055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/against-medical-advice-by-james.html' title='Against Medical Advice by James Patterson and Hal Friedman'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7640094160478970921</id><published>2008-10-23T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T18:50:34.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripwire by Lee Child</title><summary type='text'>Jack Reacher and Jodie Jacobs, Chester and Marilyn Stone, and Victor (Hook) Hobie are the main characters in this two-plot story that comes together. The whys and wherefores of each plot are too much for a short review, but this will give you a hint: Jack was enjoying anonymity in Key West when an investigator from New York came looking for him. Soon the investigator was dead and Jack’s curiosity</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7640094160478970921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7640094160478970921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7640094160478970921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/tripwire-by-lee-child.html' title='Tripwire by Lee Child'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-3453567922353691223</id><published>2008-10-12T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:54:06.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Degree by Greg Iles</title><summary type='text'>Laurel Shields’ life fell apart in the course of 24 hours. She did a home pregnancy test when she got up; who’s the father of the baby? Her husband, prominent physician Warren, hadn’t been to bed all night. He was still tearing through his study when she came home from her job as special ed teacher. However, by then he had found a love letter to her, went ballistic, and demanded to know who the </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=3453567922353691223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3453567922353691223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/3453567922353691223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/third-degree-by-greg-iles.html' title='Third Degree by Greg Iles'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-5303593289465999306</id><published>2008-10-04T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:15:39.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race by Richard North Patterson</title><summary type='text'>This is the story of a Gulf War vet, Corey Grace, who won a Senate seat after the war and went on to run for President (sound familiar?). Corey is a free-thinking Republican (an oxymoron?) who doesn’t please many in his own party. He’s divorced and has recently gotten involved with a new woman…a black woman and Oscar-winning actress (a real no-no for a Republican). This, of course, doesn’t help </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=5303593289465999306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5303593289465999306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/5303593289465999306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/10/race-by-richard-north-patterson.html' title='The Race by Richard North Patterson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-7433962018445054872</id><published>2008-09-19T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:01:59.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>While I was on a short vacation, I did a little reading...</title><summary type='text'>Beyond Reach by Karen SlaughterThis is a sad, depressing story of drugs, lies and low self-esteem. It’s too long, too much unrelated to the story info, and could have ended on a happier note with story lines to continue in future books. Don’t waste your money on this one.Compulsion by Jonathan KellermanWho are Ansell/Dale Bright and Nick Heubel? Who killed a drunken young woman who ran out of gas</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=7433962018445054872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7433962018445054872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/7433962018445054872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/09/while-i-was-on-short-vacation-i-did.html' title='While I was on a short vacation, I did a little reading...'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4301542003578541168</id><published>2008-08-29T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:23:16.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Enough by Joe McGinniss</title><summary type='text'>This is the sad, but true, story of love, greed and tragedy. The author gives the reader the backgrounds of Robert Kissel and Nancy Keeshin, the family situations they were each brought up in, how they met, their early married years, his meteoric rise in the investment banking industry, her enjoyment of their over-the-top wealth, their life in Hong Kong, and the decline of the marriage. Neither </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4301542003578541168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4301542003578541168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4301542003578541168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-enough-by-joe-mcginniss.html' title='Never Enough by Joe McGinniss'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-2340864369950628938</id><published>2008-08-26T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:33:45.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Weekend by Ridley Pearson</title><summary type='text'>Eight years ago, someone tried to kill New York Attorney General Liz Shaler while she was vacationing at her second home in Sun Valley, Idaho. Rookie cop Walt Fleming happened to notice something amiss at the house and ended up saving Liz and nailing the intruder. Today, she’s back in Sun Valley to announce her candidacy for President at a big communications conference hosted by a local </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=2340864369950628938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2340864369950628938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/2340864369950628938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/killer-weekend-by-ridley-pearson.html' title='Killer Weekend by Ridley Pearson'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676549.post-4312387367518284488</id><published>2008-08-22T08:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:57:49.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Ice by Stephen White</title><summary type='text'>Oh, the troubles secrets can cause. Alan Gregory has one he’s never told his wife of many years. Lauren has one she’s never told Alan. Sam Purdy, Alan’s best friend, has one he hasn’t shared with Alan.These secrets are about to become public knowledge when nutcase killer Michael McClelland escapes from the Colorado State Mental Hospital. Michael, Alan, Lauren, Sam and a few others had quite a </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676549&amp;postID=4312387367518284488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4312387367518284488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676549/posts/default/4312387367518284488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobmillerwrites.blogspot.com/2008/08/dry-ice-by-stephen-white.html' title='Dry Ice by Stephen White'/><author><name>Nan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15658759809021168196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16079412257090944319'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>