Word: reader
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Their first choice from the Manhattan agency failed her mandatory psychological test, which found her to be too emotionally unstable. Valerie, who was Aaron and Mandy's second choice, passed without a hitch. A vivacious woman who is an avid reader, she more than met the couple's demands for a surrogate who was "reasonably pretty," did not smoke or drink heavily and had no family history of genetic disease. Says Aaron: "We were particularly pleased that she asked us questions to find out whether we really want this child...
...book (Harmony; $15.95) is the woolliest, funniest, funkiest rock memoir ever. It rambles from Richard's childhood in Macon to his current calling as a preacher for the Universal Remnant Church of God in California, with plenty of rest stops along the way, so that even the casual reader may catch a whiff of brimstone before, in the sermon that ends the book, great tongues of heavenly fire finally descend...
...good sense to go off-mike when the major talent is in the room. In only a little more time than it might take to recite the immortal refrain from Tutti Frutti (for the record, that's "Awop-Bop-a-Loo-Mop/ Alop-Bam-Boom"), the reader, reeling, will have plunged through Richard's accounts of childhood pranks (he defecated in a box and presented the result, gift wrapped, to old Miz Ola down on Macon's Monroe Street) and sexual initiation, which seems to have taken place about the time he learned to tie his shoes...
...counter." Louis Jordan "made party music . . . in which every aspect of the expanding universe was seen in terms of fried fish, sloppy kisses, gin, and the saxophone whose message transcends knowing." Very hep and very fond, Unsung Heroes also includes an "Archaeologia Rockola," which can direct the untutored reader to such diverse selections as Brenston's Rocket "88"and a Johnny Mercer-Nat King Cole collaboration called Save the Bones for Henry Jones ('Cause Henry Don't Eat No Meat). This book is so sharp about the music, and so tantalizing about some of the obscure material...
...pockets of a trench coat could handle, namely the message that espionage is a dirty business whose dirt is fairly evenly distributed on both sides. Forsyth was darkly entertaining in The Day of the Jackal, but his new book is tract writing, and its tendentious guff leaves the reader where he started, unwilling to believe and unable to escape. -By John Skow