It's SPRING! What we've all been wishing for by the bright super moon came true. This was the moon in a haze of clouds from the garden Saturday night. Buddhists use the full moon to symbolize spiritual enlightenment and I couldn't resist another Zen poem by Saigyo. The energy has been intense and who feels like reading?



Quote de jour
"Having your book turned into a movie is like seeing your oxen turned into bouillon cubes."
  ~John LeCarre

With that horrid thought, I began with trepidation to read I Am Number Four. More horrid was knowing it was written by bad boy "Mr. Million Little Pieces" novelist James Frey and Jobie Hughes under the pseudonym of “Pittacus Lore.” It's first in a series of books from Frey's fiction factory of twenty odd, unknown, uncredited and poorly paid writers and now a major motion picture. I expected to hate it. I wanted to hate it. I didn't. What can I say? It's a page turner. Now, about the film? I dread seeing it.


Another book (with an enticing cover) I opened with even more trepidation is the titillating toast of the town and bestselling memoir Tiger Tiger by Margaux Fragoso about her 15-year relationship from the age of seven with a pedophile. It deserves all the glowing reviews and adjectives from stunning, shocking and incandescent because it is beautifully written and achingly recounted despite the creepiness factor.