First, let me say that this review has nothing to do with politics. With that out of the way let me just say the reason that I didn't like the book was that there was nothing there. I didn't learn anything about Sarah Palin that I hadn't heard from CNN, NPR or Fox News. Her life may indeed be as story book as this telling portrays it, although I doubt it seriously. I don't care how her high school basketball team did. This book was written almost as a fairy tale. This has nothing to do with how I feel about her politics, this was simply a book thrown together in this political season. I am not sure what purpose the author intended to serve, but I didn't get it, and wasted valuable time reading this "pamphlet". I am sure she is a great person, and a real person. Having lived in Alaska and been to Wasilla, I understand her background, however, this book wasn't worth the purchase price or the read to anyone that is at least minimally informed about this election.” ( )

Written by an Alaskan about a well liked state Governor. Interesting but not real insightful wish it may have been more in depth. ( )

I think maybe it's due to the hadrons escaping from that satanic swiss supercollider, but I had the most vivid vision last week.
I was reading "Sarah: How a Hockey Mom etc." on Thursday, keeping up on current events, when I grew weary and fell asleep. It was a deep wood-sawing slumber, lulled as I had been - oh, profoundly! - by this simple, short, and saccharine fairytale of a Mom who could shoot moose, hoops and "the poop" with on a par with the manliest of Alaskan men. One moment, I was gazing mushily at a photo of little Sarah fishing with Dad...the next moment, I was gone...like a baby...gone.
I dreamed I was in the waiting room of my dermatologist, waiting for my annual checkup. Ever the impatient patient, I was flipping through the dated reading material when a Newsweek magazine caught my eye. It was a Newsweek from January 23, 2009! Sarah Palin's picture was on the cover in front of the Presidential Seal. On page 12, the lead story began...
"Newsweek
January 23, 2009
(Washington, DC)
In an historic freak accident - what Matt Damon was later to call "a bad Coen brothers movie" - Sarah Palin, last Tuesday, leapfrogged, in five astonishing minutes, from Governor of Alaska to leader of the free world.
The tragic and incredible turn of events occurred moments after John McCain was sworn in as 44th President of the United States of America. As a beaming Chief Justice Roberts looked on, McCain turned to his side to embrace his new VP, who many pundits claim was responsible for his election. Palin had just begun an enthusiastic "victory wave" to the crowd (the same "wave" a CNN photo editor was once accused of framing as a Nazi salute).
The sudden upward thrust of her stiffened right arm caught McCain awkwardly under his elbow, causing him to wrench his shoulder, wince in pain, and jerk backwards into the Chief Justice. Startled, Roberts, who has an apparent history of epilepsy, then had the misfortune to react to the sudden movement with a grand mal seizure.
In the ensuing and entangled tumble of the two, McCain apparently hit the soft edemic portion of his left temple twice, first on the sharp edge of the McCain family Bible stand, and then again on the speakers podium. He fell bleeding from his ear to the stage floor where Mrs. Palin and Mrs. McCain both rushed to his aid. Before the President slipped into unconsciousness, the necktie mike of ABC reporter Charles Gibson who was standing close by, caught him distinctly saying "My God, you c*nt!..."
This unfortunate utterance, Maureen Dowd of the NY Times later speculated, suggested that Mrs. Palin had pushed Mr. McCain - ambitiously and deliberately. Republican spin apologists claimed it was a joking but intimate farewell to his loving wife.
President Palin, when asked, explained what she believed was a manifestation of God's Will. She pointed to a whorl in the wood of the podium which was shaped exactly like the Madonna. She too was puzzled by McCain's choice of words, but she believed McCain's reflexive oath was actually a death bed conversion upon seeing The Mary, and, too, a prophetic congratulations to her imminently becoming the first female President. She confessed that he had sometimes endearingly interjected "why you damned c*nt" in private, when expostulating with her on foreign policy."
At this point the doorbell rang. I awoke, a bit foggy, and went to the foyer. It was FedEx. When I finished signing for my Amazon delivery, I came back to write down the dream in its entirety. But the portion above was all I could remember.
Oh, what books did I order? The Audacity of Hope, by Barack Obama, and Poems, by S.T. Coleridge. ( )