If you're a hunter, an outdoorsman, you might already have known this, but for someone like me, it took me nearly the entire book to learn exactly what "deadfall" is. Dictionary.com provides two possible definitions of the word, both of which fit the context of Robert Liparulo's latest work, Deadfall:- a trap, esp. for large game, in which a weight falls on and crushes the prey.
- a mass of brush and fallen trees.
To go into too much detail about Deadfall would be to give away the entire plot of the story. Imagine, if you will, finding your vacation interrupted by the most unlikely group of people, in the most unexpected place, with the most unimaginable weapon -- and they're out to kill you. To kill you with a weapon that sees all, knows all, and can strike out and reach you wherever you go, without warning. That there is no place you can hide from this ultimate weapon, not even underground.
Robert Liparulo does not disappoint in his latest tale of action and suspense. Just as he did in his debut novel, Comes A Horseman, Liparulo delivers a heart-pounding page turner that demands to be read. To be entered. To be lived. But be careful, because the world of Canada's Northwest Territories becomes so very real in Liparulo's Fiddler Falls, and lends proof to the theory that the best place to hide is right under the enemy's nose.
Joe
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I came home from work today after a very hectic week of prepping for inventory and going through a painting facelift of my store, culminating in a twelve-hour inventory blitz today. It has made for a couple of long, hectic weeks.
playing my son's version of Blues Clues. Instead of paw prints, we have hand prints cut out of construction paper. And instead of using three prints for "clues" we use five. We take turns hiding the "clues" and finding them, then guessing what the "clues" had in common. We actually had lots of fun playing it tonight in the play room with my daughter joining us (usually it's just me and my son). Eventually, my daughter tore the thumb off one of the hand prints, and while I was out of the room getting some tape to fix it, my son came up with another game to play.
Of course, several of the games required turning the system on and off several times just to get it to work. We made a little game of it. My son, then my daughter, then I would all blow into the cartridge (it seemed to work when I was a kid), then I'd insert the cartridge into the game, give it a couple of taps, and then play with the power switch until the game was live. Before I knew it, my daughter was bringing stacks of games over to us and blowing into them. It was really quite a bit of fun.
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