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Charise Zelnick
The book starts with a bit of a bizarre death that, while it does later make sense, serves mainly to allow Herron to do his typical scene setting of the city of London. Herron writes about city life as well as anyone out there and brings its daily frustrations and furies to life. Anyone who has lived in a big city will recognize themselves in his descriptions.
Once past the opening scene, what truly sets the plot going is the kidnapping of Catherine Standish for reasons unknown. This kicks into motion a series of bad decisions by multiple parties in a way that only seems possible when the slow horses are involved.
While Catherine has reached bottom and clawed her way back up, Herron contrasts her with Louisa who seems to be quickly working her way down to nights of blacking out and anonymous hookups. Louisa is still very much damaged goods after losing her boyfriend Min Harper in Dead Lions. Ironically the loss of Min seems to have made her a better MI5 agent, or at least has allowed her to flex long dormant skills that were atrophying during her time as a Slow Horse.
Bond would have leaped from the bridge onto a passing bus, or drop-kicked a motorcyclist and hijacked his wheels. Bourne would have surfed the streets on car roofs, or slipped into parkour mode, bouncing off walls and wheelie bins, always knowing which alley to cut through . . . River threw a quick glance at the nearby row of Boris bikes, shook his head, and ran down into the tube station.
We also get a nice flavor of the city due to the methods of travel such as the tube, Boris bikes, taxis and personal vehicles that the characters end up getting around in which seems more varied this book. The setting of the book as a whole is an unseasonably hot London and as the plot builds, so does the temperature and tempers flare and mistakes are made.
Real Tigers not only has an excellent plot but Herron also gives his characters depth and struggles that seem all to real and he does it all while making you laugh out loud. Herron manages to out do his previous two entries in the series.
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I have been late before. And while mildly irritating for all involved, it does not warrant me spoiling my mood and the happiness of my children. It does not warrant me skipping feeding myself the fuel I need to get through the morning. It does not warrant high alert, high panic and rushing through the sweetest part of my day as my kids snuggle in and we tell each other what we dreamed about last night.
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The zoo is not immune to the workings of the outside world, and as COVID-19 escalated, things changed within it. Our department split into two teams, and our weekends rotated, with each team now working half of the week.
When I get home from work each day, I go straight into my basement, where I am lucky enough to have a shower. I leave my zoo clothes downstairs, wipe my phone down with alcohol, shower and wash my hair before relieving my now teach-at-home husband from caring for our young son.
Carolyn Mueller Kelly is a keeper at an AZA-accredited U.S. zoo with more than a decade of experience in animal care. Aside from her work with lions, tigers and bears, she loves to spend her time writing.
In a second Louis was out, not a hair mussed though his face was dampened and speckled with mouth debris. He walked out of the ring and stood beside me, smelling of cat and whisky. We were both silent. His jaw muscles worked and he folded his arms tight over his stomach. The things that man could say without speaking.
I opened the cage door and stepped inside and walked to the point between the pedestals. I was shaking inside, half from fear and half from wanting to do this so bad. Humpy grinned and Bill growled, a deep distant-thunder rumble that got inside and roped up and down my spine and got turned into my own voice once it reached the inside of my head. Go back, was what it said.
After a bit Humpy widened his jaws. When I felt the point of his teeth leave my neck I pulled out. I left the cage and stood beside Louis, and for the next thirty or forty seconds we had ourselves a conversation without one word being passed. Humpy and Bill had both flopped and were flicking at flies with their tails. When Louis finally spoke, was for the record only.
Was it my bawling? Was it the gravity of the situation? Or was it that Louis Roth took this moment to notice his protégée was young and lithe and looked at him with crossed eyes through curly blond bangs? All I know is when Louis Roth, a man not know for kindnesses or human considerations, offered up his two best lions for a mixed act, I could only blink a few times and think to myself, Hmmmmmmmmmm.
We opened March 8 in Santa Monica. Three rings, with thirteen displays, all of them animal acts. I rode high school in the fourth display, and put on my mixed act in the tenth, a center-ring attraction flanked by dog acts in rings one and three and a performing bear doing a hind leg around the hippodrome. Was a good little act for its time: after marching the cats around the cage perimeter I got them on their seats and had King, my performing tiger, run through his sit-up and rollover. Then I kissed Humpy and Bill and for a finale moved the two tigers down and close, forming a four-cat pyramid.
They raised $750, collecting 25 cents from each student, and purchased a two-hundred pound, one-year-old tiger from the Little Rock Zoo. The cub was born on October 10, 1935, and was originally named Sheik. His name was changed in honor of Chambers, the man most responsible for bringing him to LSU. Interestingly, Mike I must have remembered his original name because even years later Hickey Higginbotham could get him to roar just by calling Sheik.
Early in the morning on Wednesday, October 21, 1936, onlookers lined Highland Road, awaiting the entourage arriving from the train station. LSU students staged a campus strike equal to none to welcome their new tiger mascot to campus. Mike I would assume his duties only three days after arriving on campus. He would reign at LSU for nearly twenty years, traveling with the team and serving as the LSU mascot. Mike I died on Friday, June 29, 1956 of complications associated with kidney disease. He was twenty years and eight months old at his death. He created a legacy in which Mike the Tiger has come to symbolize the heart and soul of LSU athletics.
A few days after the death of Mike I, Representative Kenneth Deshotel of St. Landry introduced a resolution in the Louisiana legislature endorsing the purchase of another tiger. On campus, the Mike the Tiger Fund was launched by Student Body President Enos Parker and fellow students Vic Koepp and John Nunn. On August 4,1956, the LSU Board of Supervisors passed a resolution stating that caretaker salaries and maintenance costs for the new tiger would come equally from student fees and the Athletic Department.
The second Mike II reigned at LSU for only one season. He died at the Audubon Zoo on May 15, 1958, of complications associated with multiple fractures to his left rear leg (it was not known exactly how or when the leg was injured).
Born on Tuesday, November 26, 1957, Jim Corbett and Jack Gilmore located and purchased Mike III from the Seattle zoo. Mike III arrived just in time for the national championship football season of 1958. He was introduced to the general public at the first home game of the 1958 season, on October 4 against Hardin-Simmons University. LSU won 20-6.
Because LSU competed in so many bowl games during the reign of Mike III, his caretakers have many stories to tell. Joel Samuels known as the "Tiger Man" recalls an LSU-Alabama game when coach Bear Bryant was the Alabama head coach. Samuels had a way of getting Mike to growl simply by saying, "Get 'em Mike." As the Alabama players gathered around the tiger trailer, Samuels quietly gave Mike the signal to growl. When Mike did so, it so unnerved the Alabama players that Coach Bryant took Samuels aside and gave him a stern lecture, advising him in no uncertain terms that he was not to upset his players like that. As far as we know, none of the other tigers growled on verbal cue.
Mike III served as LSU's mascot for eighteen years. During his lifetime LSU won the national championship in football (with a 7-0 win over Clemson) and three SEC championships (in 1958, 1961, 1970); the football team played thirteen bowl games, winning eight of them and complied a 142-50-7 record overall. Mike III died of pneumonia on Thursday, August 12, 1976, after the only losing season of his lifetime.
Mike spent the summer of 1981 at the Little Rock Zoo while his enclosure was being expanded from 400 to 1,100 square feet. Money for the expansion was raised from the LSU Student Government Association, the Athletic Department, LSU fans, and a fee of $2 per student.
In 1981, pranksters cut the chain to the outer door and the lock to the inner cage door of the enclosure, releasing Mike. LSU police called Dr. Bivin around 1 a.m. to tell him that Mike was in the middle of North Stadium Drive. He wandered into the Bernie Moore Track Stadium, where Dr. Bivin shot him with a tranquilizer pistol (it took three shots to sedate him). He was safely returned to his enclosure.
In April 1990, Mike developed a neurologic problem that resulted in mild lameness. In addition, he was getting on in years and was beginning to slow down. The Baton Rouge Zoo offered to take in the aging mascot. There he lived until his condition worsened, and he became severely disabled.
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