If you like the backstories of the Olympics, then this is the book for you. Arranged by categories (History, Legends, etc.), this collection of vignettes takes the reader comfortably through centuries of Olympic happenings. It's all there--upsets, heartwarmers, and the athletes who just wouldn't quit. People who beat the odds and some who just couldn't. The ultimate for armchair athletes, this read will have you wishing you were (or glad you aren't) an Olympian.

Holy moly. The cover specifies an assertion by the New York Times that this is "Waugh's finest achievement." Thank you, New York Times for saving me from ever reading one of his other, lesser achievements. It's not that the guy can't write, because he's, you know, Evelyn Waugh. It's just that I didn't care about any of the characters. Not a one. And then there was the naming. Julia, Cordelia, Celia, Cara--I was alternately confused by them and dismissive of them, because none of them seemed at all plausible. Mix up lifetimes of selfishness with the occasional sprinkle of religious fervor, and there you have it. Sorry, Dude, just not feeling it.

Two friends of different political ilks founded a podcast called "Pantsuit Politics" to show that it is, in fact, possible to discuss differing political views in a rational way. For those of us who are weary of the venom often spewed when discussing all things political these days, this book provides a calm, step by step plan for launching those political discussions you've been avoiding. Or botching. Spoiler alert: gotta give up the desire to "win" and focus on bridging those gaps. They found that they often have very similar goals, but just different ideas of how those goals should be reached. While controversy and contention make for good tv/radio ratings, those don't translate to peace and sustained friendships. For the truly determined, this book will help you grow up, speak up, and reach out.

This little book efficiently catalogues some of the venom that has been spewed at all of our presidents, chronologically. Seems that vitriol is as old as politics, and was just as nasty 200 years ago as it is now. Fun for the political nerd in your life, it's a quick and easy read, and helps us keep our eyes on the fact that nobody in that job has made everybody happy.

For white people, this mind-blowing spotlight of a book pierces the shadows of what we've all been comfortable and complicit with for our entire lives. With what, in fact, our parents and grandparents were comfortable with, and on and on back from the time white folks stepped foot on this land. If only this were a required course in 9th grade, with continuing education beyond, things might start to change. However, the author cites numerous examples of groups of "enlightened" people (white) who came voluntarily to a course to learn more about how to diminish the effects of racism at work, school, etc. only to find that these people are more interested in pointing fingers of blame at others than examining their own shortcomings. The truth is, the problem is in the bedrock of our society and it will take a nuclear blast to unhinge it. That, or years and years and years of slow erosion of the system we have now. 100% recommend this book, although it is a bit painful at times. But that's where we start--by getting a little less fragile.

We've all heard these stories of how elders were left behind to fend for themselves (translation: die) when times were hard for Native American peoples back in the day. Are things really any different now? When oldsters can no longer gainfully contribute, they often get shuttled off to the "home". This book relates the traditional lore of such an abandonment in the harsh Yukon River Valley. When two old women are left behind at the cusp of winter, they have some serious choices to make. Do they surrender to the elements and die? Or do they fight and use the skills they honed as young women to change their fate? And what happened to the people who left them behind? There's a lot packed into this little book. It's a great, quick read, with layered lessons for all of us.

Trump was elected with help from the religious right, and that includes self-proclaimed "evangelical" Christians. If you're curious about this distinction, the word is defined as: "of or according to the teaching of the gospel or of the Christian religion". Sounds kind of like a "round circle" to me. Anyway, for almost four years now, as we watch 45's parade of cruel acts, statements, and executive orders, slews of Americans have been stumped by how this base continues to support Donald Trump, while maintaining that their faith supports this ongoing preference for him over an alternative. This collection of essays by 30 evangelical Christians challenges his supporters to take a true look at what the Bible says and how their leader is behaving. Although the positions were generally more conservative than mine, I found the array of perspectives presented here interesting and enlightening. The problem is that these clear explanations of how Trump pretty much does the opposite of what is taught by parents, churches, temples, etc. will not ever reach the eyes of those who could benefit from this information, because it seems they're not searching for answers. They're searching for the justification of what they (and Trump) are doing. So therein lies the rub, folks.

The horror of 9-11 has seared in most of us memories and images that we wish we could forget. It's easy to get lost in the agony of the event, but this book reminds us that there were miracles on that day, too. Blind from infancy, Michael was only a teen when matched with his first guide dog. His job at the World Trade Center found him there on September 11th, 2001, along with his dog, Roselle. We go through that day with the two of them, and you can imagine how tense that all is. This remembrance of a horrific day in the lives of so many is artfully written (with co-writer, Susy Flory) in such a way that when you feel yourself starting to panic, the narrative switches to Michael's childhood or the nuts and bolts of being blind. There are several subtexts, and it was quite edifying. If the only thing you come away with is that blind people are just folks, that's a good outcome. But you won't. You'll be moved by the story of the Twin Towers, you'll be grateful for guide dogs, and will probably reconsider what you previously thought was a limitation.

It is so telling that in behaving like a normal child for once, Marc sees himself as a failure. Chiding himself for his one fumble, it seems, this book was named. One-Legged Mongoose is the chronicle of a slice of the life of Marc Strauss, child prodigy. From ages 10-12 we are flies on the walls of his life, marveling at his hutzpah, ingenuity, and street-smarts. Tasked with watching out for his often-picked-on little brother, he has to hone those skills early in life, as this was the 1950s and there was no anti-bullying campaign enlightening the neanderthals of the world. Navigating a post-war society still glaringly anti-Semitic, Marc has his own challenges. Plus, there's a secret enemy who is not in the streets, and much more covert. This page-turner tells the story of an amazing kid who had to grow up way too fast. It runs the gamut from funny to tragic, and is definitely more than good enough.

For as long as I've been alive, I've heard people wonder how the heck Hitler came to power and was able to get people to do all the horrifying things done in his regime. Although there were projects done to illustrate how we could, indeed, fall into this trap again (check out The Wave, for example--true story), we still tend to smugly assume that having the benefit of hindsight, we are immune to this type of snowjob. Well, think again, because here we are, unless something or someone can stop this heck of a henchman. While Trump shares many characteristics with Hitler (rigidity, personal insecurity, stubbornness, bullying behavior, no real personal relationships, selfishness, cruelty, and of course, racism), the real linchpin here is Stephen Miller, about whom the book Hatemonger is written. Aptly named, this chronicle of his upbringing and ideological evolution is enlightening, but chilling. With his x-ray vision into the souls of his own base, he is adept at whipping them into a frenzy of fear of brown people which bolsters the far-right bloc. He echoes, verbatim, phrases from white supremecist groups, knows the leaders personally, and has demonstrated his disdain for human life by separating children (even infants) from parents who have committed no crime. Shame on those brown people for requesting asylum--SHAME! SHAME!! It makes you wonder how he would have looked on his own ancestors who fled the pogroms and found protection here. He is a hypocrite of the highest degree, and not only hateful, but power-hungry. I'm fearful of where this could take us, and anticipate the deja vu of another genocide and future generations of people, yet again, asking how in the world that happened. This book is informative and eerie, and gives a glimpse into the mind of who's running the show. And I don't mean Trump.

First of all, kudos to good old Gore (an unfortunate first name, in my opinion, unless you're a butcher) for tackling the topic of being a homosexual in the buttoned-up and denial-clad 1940s. That was risky. With everyone sneaking around, pretending to be what they're not, and doubly condemning those who are deemed to be so, what a confusing and lonely world it must have been. And so this book confirms. However, with attitudes toward homosexuals so vitriolic, why, oh why did he end the book the way he did? I can't imagine that personification did much good for the general public's image of gay men. What in the world was he thinking? So although it's lauded as the "first serious homosexual novel," I wonder if it did more to vilify homosexuality than anything else.

Have you ever gotten home from a long, hard day at work, feeling like you were run over by a truck? You can barely muster the energy to flop down in a chair and limply grasp the tv remote? I sure have. Well, after reading this book, you'll feel like a big old baby when that urge strikes, because Mary Mann Hamilton was awe-inspiring in her fortitude and strength. Born in 1866 and married in 1885, she and her husband (and their kids) scraped their way to a living, through brains, grit and determination, when many others failed. To boot, Frank (hubby) often traveled for work, so Mary and kids were really the mainstays of the family and the reason they survived. As with any book written in this time, there are many cruel hardships and some jarring cultural references. In an era (so late in the game) of Black Lives Matter concerns, some of the references to folks of another color were just plain painful, and conjure some real discussions about the chain of events after "emancipation." But that's another topic for another book at another time, and worthy of much more airtime. If you read this solely for the trip back in time and the experience of one family trying to stay afloat, this is really astounding. And next time that hard day at work rolls around, you'll probably feel a little less sorry for yourself.