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April 4, 2008
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Due to Popular Demand Robert Noonan’s Orphan Train Trilogy will have a Sequel

Robert Noonan, author of the Five Star Orphan Train Trilogy; Wildflowers , Bridie’s Daughter and Secrets  has started writing a sequel. Followers of this popular trilogy have been requesting a continuation since the trilogy became available. The first three books shares the lives of orphans living during the 1800's when child welfare activities were in their infancy. Readers have taken the "orphan" characters into their hearts and want to read more about their lives.

 

Mr. Noonan is well into chapter two of Paper Flowers. To those familiar with this trilogy, that meaningful title will immediately bring readers back into the trilogy. Hillary, who was a continuing primary character in all three books, may have her own personal secret shared.

 

Readers are encouraged to read the Trilogy in the near future! While you will often see Robert online at Authors Den, and other social sites, talking about his published novels, he's also enjoying getting back to writing and in sharing Hillary's story!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       

                                 Journal of the Orphan Train Trilogy

 

     Children believed not one person in the whole world loved them or wanted them


From 1854 to 1929 over 200,000 homeless children traveled from New York City to the West and Southwest to find new homes. Towns were notified in advance when an orphan train was coming so those who wanted to adopt or be Foster Parents could see if there was a child that suited them. Some wanted a child to love while others wanted laborers. Where the children ended up was a matter of luck … or misfortune.

The history of the orphan trains isn’t complex, but each child has their own story. The Orphan Train Trilogy is an emotional story revealing what happened to some of these children, for better or worse. It also reveals how the lives of the adults were changed by the adoptions.

In the Journal you will find book reviews, book descriptions and excerpts.



 

To read the Orphan Train Journal click on the link below.

 

http://orphantraintrilogyauthor.blogspot.com/

 Author: Robert Noonan

 

I must admit that this movie had a few strikes against it, before I ever sat down to watch it.

 

First off, it is directed by the Coen brothers. I have seen my fair share of their movies (Raising Arizona, Hudsucker Proxy, Fargo) and seem to always wonder what’s the big-deal about their movies. Sure, I liked Miller’s Crossing, Blood Simple, and Barton Fink, but I certainly wouldn’t recommend any of the other titles I listed. Each one seems to have grown a cult following, yet, I can’t really understand why.

 

Secondly, Tommy Lee Jones is one of the main actors. Could there be a more stiff, dull actor? Maybe Gary Cooper in his hey-day, but even Mr. Cooper seemed to possess a quiet charisma that seems totally lacking in Mr. Jones’ deadpan, monotone, uninspired portrayals of ho-hums.

 

Thirdly, the film won the best picture category in last year Academy Awards, plus a slew of other awards. The Academy has made some questionable calls in recent years in my opinion: A Beautiful Mind won out over Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring, Chicago beat out Gangs of New York, and Billion Dollar Baby knocked out The Aviator.

 

So, I reluctantly rented No Country for Old Men with really low expectations.

 

Yet, I was pleasantly surprised. I was riveted to the screen. The movie was definitely one of the best films of last year. It centers around three very different characters. Sheriff Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones) who plays an ultra good-guy lawman, Anton Chigurh (the eerie Javier Bardem) who is evil personified, demonic, creepy-cool, and Llewelyn Moss (Josh Brolin) an average-joe who stumbles upon a lost fortune and gets caught between the cross hairs of the two other men. Yet, throughout the movie the characters rarely interact with one another, like 3 tiny atoms spinning around a giant (empty) partical accelarator, whirling faster and faster and closer and closer, yet never seeming to touch each other.

 

This movie is not for the faint-of-heart, it starts out with a violent and brutal death, and continues to rack up the body count of both people and animals as quickly as you can count them. However, the story combines elements of crime drama, a cat-and-mouse thriller, an old-time film noir, a western, a horror film, car chases, suspense, and a few other genres thrown into the blender for good measure.

 

The barren land of Texas, empty, dusty, parched, and lonely takes on a personality all it’s own, and nicely matches the overall tone of the film. And, the acting and direction is sure-handed and compact. Not a frame is wasted, and even a small cameo for Woody Harrelson makes one wonder “why don’t we see more of him, anymore in the movies? He’s a pretty decent actor, after all.”

 

Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on the Coen brothers, maybe I should give old Tommy Lee another chance. Then again, maybe I will just re-rent No Country for Old Men and marvel at what a really great film it is, that is, as long as I remember not to eat any popcorn before I sit down to this dark, stomach-turning blood bath.

A few weeks ago a co-worker asked a group of us if we wanted to particpate in "movie night". She brought in the documentary, King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters and we projected it onto a screen. It was a really enjoyable experience, to be in a work-setting with people who I work with day-in and day-out, and hear them laughing out loud and commenting on the movie. This simple act reminded me why going to the movies is truly more enriching than watching them at-home, all alone -- movie theaters, provide the fascinating experience of allowing yourself to fall into the film, while at the same time, being "brought back to reality" every time someone else moves, some pop corn is munched, or a stray giggle or gasp is emitted (but all this is besides the point).

 

King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters is a documentary that follows two main characters as they battle each other to become the best at Donkey Kong, the old-school video arcade game. The story focuses on two very different personalities: Billy Mitchell, the slick, dapper, almost-corporate, world-renown (in some circles) penultimate champion of the game -- and Steve Wiebe, the underdog, guy-next-door, family-man, unknown who rises to the ocassion to challenge the reigning world record holders.

 

I won’t give away too much of the movie, but I will say that the film is set up as good vs. evil, insider vs. outsider, tragicomedy that has a sweet way of pulling you in, and holding you within it’s grasp. I found myself holding onto my seat, more-so than many action/thrillers.

 

Unfortunately, this movie is no longer showing at the theater, otherwise, I would recommend you rush out and see it. But, if you are looking for a good time with the family, or friends, you will not be disappointed by this little gem.

 

Thanks Kathy for introducing me to this one.

Into the Wild
 
This movie follows two years in the life of Christopher McCandless, who shortly after graduation from college, turns his back on his suburban upbringing, his “predefined future” in pursuit of his single-minded dream to re-connect with nature. On the surface, the movie appears to have a lot of things going for it. The lead actor, Emile Hirsch, lights up the screen with a charismatic presence. He does a fantastic job of portraying a young man with idealized goals who learns some basic life lessons too late in life. The supporting cast of characters, including Hal Holbrook, Vince Vaughn, and Katherine Keener supply a series of memorable performances, characters who you want to know better, spend some time with. The photography and cinematography are breathtaking. And the soundtrack, supplied by Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam, is hauntingly beautiful. Yet, somehow, the movie as a whole falls short of all that promise, and ultimately leaves a bad taste in the mouth.
 
To be honest, I have thought long and hard about the film, and I’ve been trying to reconcile how it all adds up or fails to add up to much long after I left the theater seat. It’s something like the final episode of The Sopranos whereby I am left to interpret the movie in countless ways: Is about real people that I should care about? Is it an allegory of a Christ-like figure who ventures for 800 days into the wilderness of the soul, only to be tempted by all forms of devils? Is it a series of character foils held up to me so I can measure my own life and the balance or lack of balance between the worlds of man and nature? Is it simply the story of one man’s life – the good, the bad, and the ugly? Maybe it’s all of these, maybe it’s none.
 
However I cut it, I feel I wanted so much to like the movie, yet I was left empty. This movie may be the best advertisement for rushing out and reading a book that I have ever seen.