Loved it. Masterful telling of falling in love while on the run and in disguise.
Two brothers are on the run; one is disguised as a woman who manages to fall in love with an innocent girl, who in turn could not be more confused because she is falling in love with a woman...
The other brother is falling in love with a woman pretending to be a boy.
This book is so well written, and the story was delightful, which has won me over to Anne Stuart. (I read A Rose at Midnight, which, while being well written, turned me off a bit because of the way that the main characters interacted. I've never been a big fan of women falling in love with their mean bullies. Shadow Dance is thankfully different.)
Shadow Dance won me over so well that now I feel like an idiot for not checking every day for Anne's 40 days of deals for 40 years of writing.
Bottom line: I would love to buy all of her books, but due to her prolific career I may have to settle for the occasional library visit. I'm also okay with slowly collecting her works as I find good deals for my Kindle. If I'd discovered her sooner, her real books would probably be on my bookshelf.
Thursday, 8 May 2014
Wednesday, 7 May 2014
BMBR: Noelle Adams
I read A Baby for Easter on the weekend. It was about $3 on Kindle. Adams' books are usually in that range, and they're usually worth it. This one felt a bit short, and there isn't as much descriptive sex in it as there is in her other books, but maybe that's because the characters are blatantly religious in this one.
Baby still delivered a love story that had me falling in love right along with them, and it was great escapism (one of my dreams ended this weekend, so I'm in great need of escape), and I didn't lose any brain cells.
Bottom line: Adams won't kill your brain cells while you're reading her addictive love stories about triumph over miscommunication. It's pretty good foreplay, and the pricing isn't too bad. I've read most, and probably soon I will read all of her books.
Baby still delivered a love story that had me falling in love right along with them, and it was great escapism (one of my dreams ended this weekend, so I'm in great need of escape), and I didn't lose any brain cells.
Bottom line: Adams won't kill your brain cells while you're reading her addictive love stories about triumph over miscommunication. It's pretty good foreplay, and the pricing isn't too bad. I've read most, and probably soon I will read all of her books.
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
Crutches Days 1-3
I have a fractured bone in the bottom of my foot that requires that I be on crutches for six weeks. I have kids, and I therefore occasionally walk on said foot, so I'm looking at longer than six weeks. Fuck.
I felt for kids on crutches in school, but I did not feel enough. Here's why:
Day One: (Monday) It's not so bad. I'm getting a good upper-body workout! And, crutching around is great cardio! Awesome! Not so awesome? Other people have to carry my soup/hot beverages for me. I wonder if my boss would hire me a personal assistant just for that? Probably not.
Day One: (Monday Night) I went to class. After sitting, not crutching, for a couple hours, my hands doth protest the pressure of the hand-hold on the crutches. And by doth protest I mean Holy Fuck Lady Don't Touch!
Day Two: I can't brush my teeth, not unless I lay my head down to bring it level with the supportive counter. Shooting pain up my arms for the first few strides this morning. It felt like my hands were on fire. And, apparently, I too have muscles on the fronts of my shoulders and arms. You know the ones: usually you only see them on the fronts of romance novels--the ones with pictures of really buff guys with well-defined muscles, including the small ones on the fronts of your shoulders and arms. I'm not buff, but I have the same muscles. And they really really hurt.
Day Three: I can't reach the ignition in my car. It's too far away. And the key is too heavy to lift. I also have muscles on the tops of my shoulders, but I think that they quit working at about 3pm.
More tomorrow. Can't type anymore.
I felt for kids on crutches in school, but I did not feel enough. Here's why:
Day One: (Monday) It's not so bad. I'm getting a good upper-body workout! And, crutching around is great cardio! Awesome! Not so awesome? Other people have to carry my soup/hot beverages for me. I wonder if my boss would hire me a personal assistant just for that? Probably not.
Day One: (Monday Night) I went to class. After sitting, not crutching, for a couple hours, my hands doth protest the pressure of the hand-hold on the crutches. And by doth protest I mean Holy Fuck Lady Don't Touch!
Day Two: I can't brush my teeth, not unless I lay my head down to bring it level with the supportive counter. Shooting pain up my arms for the first few strides this morning. It felt like my hands were on fire. And, apparently, I too have muscles on the fronts of my shoulders and arms. You know the ones: usually you only see them on the fronts of romance novels--the ones with pictures of really buff guys with well-defined muscles, including the small ones on the fronts of your shoulders and arms. I'm not buff, but I have the same muscles. And they really really hurt.
Day Three: I can't reach the ignition in my car. It's too far away. And the key is too heavy to lift. I also have muscles on the tops of my shoulders, but I think that they quit working at about 3pm.
More tomorrow. Can't type anymore.
Sunday, 27 April 2014
BMBR: Thirst no 1 by Christopher Pike
My niece leant me this book. It's about a vampire's efforts to save all humanity, and to find her own.
This is my niece's favourite series. Yes, she's a teenager.
Boiled down, this story is about the last vampire on Earth (or so she thinks), her love for a boy named Ray, her discovery that she isn't the last vampire, and her quest to become human again.
She's also trying to reconcile her love for mankind--the side of her that hates to kill, with her nasty side--the side of her that has no qualms about squeezing someone's head so hard that their brains squish out.
At first I had a hard time with this reconciliation; if this teen book were a movie, teens wouldn't be able to watch it. But the more I read it, even though it gave me bad dreams, the more I respected Pike's honesty about how nasty a vampire would really be. There isn't much romanticism, and it's actually quite hard to like Alisa, let alone love her, yet it's easy to root for her success, and to love her.
Bottom line: it's $13 for a real book, and $11 for an eBook. The whole time I was reading it, I was thinking that if I were a teenager, I'd probably spend that. As a busy mom, nah. I'd maybe get it from the library if I had time, but really, I'll probably only read on in the series if my niece lends me the rest of the books.
Until I got to the end. I'm still not going to buy the books, but I am really hoping that I can borrow them!
This is my niece's favourite series. Yes, she's a teenager.
Boiled down, this story is about the last vampire on Earth (or so she thinks), her love for a boy named Ray, her discovery that she isn't the last vampire, and her quest to become human again.
She's also trying to reconcile her love for mankind--the side of her that hates to kill, with her nasty side--the side of her that has no qualms about squeezing someone's head so hard that their brains squish out.
At first I had a hard time with this reconciliation; if this teen book were a movie, teens wouldn't be able to watch it. But the more I read it, even though it gave me bad dreams, the more I respected Pike's honesty about how nasty a vampire would really be. There isn't much romanticism, and it's actually quite hard to like Alisa, let alone love her, yet it's easy to root for her success, and to love her.
Bottom line: it's $13 for a real book, and $11 for an eBook. The whole time I was reading it, I was thinking that if I were a teenager, I'd probably spend that. As a busy mom, nah. I'd maybe get it from the library if I had time, but really, I'll probably only read on in the series if my niece lends me the rest of the books.
Until I got to the end. I'm still not going to buy the books, but I am really hoping that I can borrow them!
Saturday, 26 April 2014
Random Coffee Thoughts
I've been mixing Hubby's real coffee beans with my decaf coffee beans for that right amount of caffeine. You know it; it's that amount right in between "I'm just pretending that I need to wake up" and "Hey!-Whatchyadoin'?Huh?Haveyouseenmyglasses?DidyouhaveagoodweekendIdid.Igotthatreportdonealreadydidyougetyourworkdone?Okaywellgottago!"
You know what I found at the store today? Kicking Horse has a HALF-Decaf coffee!
You know what it's called?
Half-Ass.
Yeah, baby. That's right in between pretending that you're going to do something productive today, and being an annoying overachiever.
Perfect
You know what I found at the store today? Kicking Horse has a HALF-Decaf coffee!
You know what it's called?
Half-Ass.
Yeah, baby. That's right in between pretending that you're going to do something productive today, and being an annoying overachiever.
Perfect
Monday, 21 April 2014
You Know You want this Job
| Position: Trailer Park Supervisor Location: Sunnyvale Trailer Park, Nova Scotia Job Description: candidate must be willing to drink excessively on the job, pursue romantic endeavors with assistant trailer park supervisor, and must be creative with the use of fecal matter in metaphors. Must be able to tolerate liquor, cheeseburgers, and trailer park residents. Salary: $5000/yr, + liquor & cheeseburgers. To start immediately. This ad was posted from the Kijiji Classifieds app. You can download the app from Google Play |
Random Thoughts 2014-04-21
I've been trying to exercise at lunch at work. Gym upstairs. On bike now. It just went up a level.
I was busy filing our taxes last night; Hubby was distracting me by watching Zombieland on Netflix. Rule #1: Cardio. On it. So long as there's a functioning bike around, I'm good. Unless the zombie was a bike rider in its former life. Then I may be in trouble.
That space between this paragraph and the one just before it? Two-and-a-half minutes of torture. I mean resistance level five. Stupid interval program. At least I've stopped crying. Or laughing hysterically. I'm not sure what that was, but it wasn't pretty.
The snow is melting around town, and almost everybody has their lawn back (it may even be going green!). We aren't in the "almost everybody" category. Not even close. I suppose that that's what we get for buying in the summer.
Whose idea was it to try and blog while riding a bike, no matter how stationary it is? Seriously? Have you ever tried to type on a tablet while trying not to die? And the auto-correct just doesn't get it. I'm going back to North and South.
Ciao.
I was busy filing our taxes last night; Hubby was distracting me by watching Zombieland on Netflix. Rule #1: Cardio. On it. So long as there's a functioning bike around, I'm good. Unless the zombie was a bike rider in its former life. Then I may be in trouble.
That space between this paragraph and the one just before it? Two-and-a-half minutes of torture. I mean resistance level five. Stupid interval program. At least I've stopped crying. Or laughing hysterically. I'm not sure what that was, but it wasn't pretty.
The snow is melting around town, and almost everybody has their lawn back (it may even be going green!). We aren't in the "almost everybody" category. Not even close. I suppose that that's what we get for buying in the summer.
Whose idea was it to try and blog while riding a bike, no matter how stationary it is? Seriously? Have you ever tried to type on a tablet while trying not to die? And the auto-correct just doesn't get it. I'm going back to North and South.
Ciao.
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