Today's Grateful List/3 October 2015
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Also, for some odd reason, I'm really having difficulty getting into The Rest Falls Away by Colleen Gleason. I've only ever heard glowing reports, but so far it's just eh for me. Could be my mood; could be I'm having Edward Cullen fever...come on, Saturday!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
TGLAPPPS is set just after World War 2, when author Juliet Ashton begins a correspondence with a man on Guernsey Island after he spies her name on a second hand book they both enjoyed. Juliet is so delighted that she not only writes with Dawsey, but soon other Guernsey Island inhabitants; soon she is plotting a book based on the WW2 occupation of the island by the Germans. When this idea entails a trip to the island, Juliet becomes even more immersed in the people and culture. But will she stay?
Told in epistolary style, this book is just a delight. I loved the characters and Juliet in particular. The pages fairly flew because I needed to know what would occur next. My only complaint was that it took me nearly 50 pages to begin to get the correspondents straight--I kept having to check back to see who was whom. But that's a small price to pay for such a delightful read, and characters I will think about for a very long time.
My amazon review is at http://www.amazon.com/review/R2HF4OJPLMT2GJ/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm. Please stop by and vote if you feel like it.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Amazon review? Coming right up at http://www.amazon.com/review/R3PTZ6UTC8XT2U/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm. Stop by and vote if you get a chance.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
I love Jane Austen. I love the whimsical characters and the happy endings, the subterfuge and the misunderstandings. Persuasion has all of these things, yet it's not my favorite Austen novel. It was published posthumously and maybe had Austen had time to polish it a bit, it would have read a little better. There is less dialogue in this novel than in other Austens, and the beginning is slow. But by the time Anne Elliott and her erstwhile beau, Frederick Wentworth, are reunited, I was smiling. Any Austen is many times better than a lot of what's published today.
Here is my amazon review: http://www.amazon.com/review/R2H64HH1Q9X7P/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm . Please visit and vote if you are so inclined.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
7 Things About Me As a Reader
1. I don't remember ever not wanting to read. I recall my mother reading to me when I was very little and my dad was on his way home from work. This is the greatest gift my parents gave me. My dad always said I could spend whatever I wanted on books (and I learned this lesson very, very well).
2. I used to memorize books when I was little and really couldn't read so I could "read" them.
3. I have an entire bookcase filled with books from my childhood/teen years. Those books are my oldest friends.
4. My father in law (also a bookaholic) just conceded this week that I probably have more unread books than he does. I'm not sure if this is a victory or not. :)
5. I will read just about any genre except horror. No, vampires aren't horror. I promise.
6. Sometimes I am almost overcome with despair because there are so many books I want to read and I just don't have time to get to them all.
7. I am one of the go-to people on our staff at school about books. If someone wants to know about a book, he or she comes to me. I've acquired this reputation over the course of many years--and I like it. :)
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Anyway, here is my list of observations. Take heed.
- Were all those kids going in with their parents going willingly or were they being dragged? No one was crying but that's not really an indicator. I just cannot imagine anyone under 10 belting out "Talk Dirty to Me." That's a very disturbing image in anyone's book.
- What on earth was my daughters' orthodontist (a truly gorgeous man, btw) doing going to a Poison concert? It took me a moment to recognize him since I've never seen him outside of the office or in a t-shirt and shorts. He recognized me though. He was with two boys and another man. This puts him in a whole new light for me. I think I'll ponder it for a bit.
- Yes, there are men STILL with mullets. The cop who was our attendant (very friendly African-American who kept me laughing) was on the lookout. When we spotted one, he announced that his day was now complete.
- Amazing the number of people going to the concert who went to the smoking area outside the arena. I think someone needs to do a study on this.
- Faith Hill and Tim McGraw had 20 big rigs for their joint concert I worked a year or so ago. Poison had one.
- Why would a two foot tall redneck motorcycle rider refuse to pay for parking just because he was on a bike? I can squash bugs bigger than him. (he did pay, btw. I don't think he knew who he was dealing with).
- NashVegas in the summer heat is the 8th circle of hell. This has been confirmed just now on the local Fox News station.
- Teenagers working parking with their parents must look incredibly bored at all times. It is the law.
- Men who are obviously past their prime shouldn't wear leather pants. Nor leather shirts.
- Lots of mini-skirts with cowgirl boots. If you are a teen in spectacular shape, this can be cute. Not so cute on a forty plus body.
- Poison fans must be highly delusional. People my age and older were dressed like they must've done 20 years ago. I would love to know the thought processes involved. Did they think they looked good? Did someone confirm this for them?
- Honey, Bret Michaels is not going to look at you even if you're wearing his trademark cowboy hat. You lost that possibility when you hit menopause.
- As the policeman said, "There goes two former groupies who refuse to let the dream die." It's time for it to die, my friends.
- Poison does, however, attract all kinds. Besides our orthodontist and the rednecks, we saw people who looked remarkably sane; we saw handicapped and someone with "Dope Love" tattooed on her back; we saw little kids and those well past their prime. Scariest thought for me was the realization that, if AC/DC comes back to town, Jeff and I will be two of those people going to see them. Egads.
Sunday, July 06, 2008
I know it says The Sugar Queen just above as "currently reading", but before I even cracked the book, the next installment in Louise Rennison's Georgia Nicolson series, Stop in the Name of Pants, arrived in the mail. So eschewing TSQ, at least temporarily, with a firm hand, I picked up SITNOP. I adore Georgia. She is Bridget Jones for the young adult set, and she is far, far funnier on a consistent basis. She is so typically a teenager with a language all her own. Where else can you find "lurking lurkers" or "Baldy-o-Grams"? This entry is just as good as the most recent ones, but I will admit to being caught up short when, as I merrily read, something of a tragic nature came along. And while it was out of character for these books, I have to say I love how Rennison inserted it and how it showed a side of Georgia previously unseen. Add her parents' troubles into the mix, and we've got maybe a *slightly* more mature Georgia, still dating Masimo (Italian Stallion and not my personal choice), hoping to break up former love Robbie and Wet Lindsay, and not yet realizing that Dave the Laugh is THE man for her. I loved this visit with the Ace Gang, but I could kick myself for gulping it down as I did because now I have to wait another entire year for the next entry. So much for not wishing my life away! Bring on more Georgia.
My amazon review, positively glowing, can be found at http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0061459321/ref=cm_cr_thx_view. Currently it's the third on the page.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
- Ladies, (and I use the term rather loosely), who are of a certain *ahem* weight, do not need to wear bikinis. Ever. Especially not in the presence of others who do not love them for who they are. How is this to be determined? If you have to ask yourself "Should I wear this?" the answer is no. If you don't ask yourself this, you are an idiot.
- Men with back hair really, really need to evaluate the trauma this may inflict on others. Hair removal is not all that expensive and it's worth it.
- Men should never, regardless of sexual orientation, wear leopard print swim trunks. Ever. I mean it.
- If you've got fake boobs, don't think you are fooling anyone. These things are easier to spot than a blimp over a football field. I'm not saying don't get them, but don't think we all don't know how those perfect little globules of silicone got there.
- Naked children? Cute in the privacy of your own home. Not so cute elsewhere.
- Tattoos are glorious expressions of your inner being (or something). They are not so glorious once you've gained weight and they have stretched. Keep it in mind when you decide to get inked. You need to select the area for the tattoo very, very carefully because you aren't always going to look like you did at age 21. Trust me.
- Never, whatever you do, consider getting a tattoo of a spinal column down your spinal column. It's not attractive and might just scare small children.
- If you're going to read on the beach, be kind enough to hold your book where I can see the cover. I love to know what everyone else is reading.
- Be aware that if you choose to play beach volleyball, and you really suck at it, someone is probably watching you from their balcony and laughing. And laughing.
- Smoking is not attractive and never more so than on the beach. Nothing ruins a beautiful body quite like the lighting up of a cancer stick. Not to mention the smell and smoke you are inflicting on everyone else.
- Full body wetsuits are, in general, not standard beach attire for just sunbathing. Far from actually hiding any faults, you've now really piqued my interest as to what you feel must be so covered up. I'm going to stare at you until I figure it out.
- Dads who play with their kids always make me smile. Love it when they jump into a pool and try to splash the dickens out of unsuspecting daughters. Keep up the good work.
- I have to wonder at those people who bring what seem to be all of their earthly beach supplies to the beach/pool, take 15 minutes to set up and oil down, then disappear 10 minutes later, taking all said equipment with them? What's that about? ADHD at the beach? Take your meds and relax.
- Likewise, the mother of two rather small children who headed to the beach at the exact same time a rather ominous cloud was pushing in and the lifeguards were telling everyone to leave the beach? And she didn't--she just took those two kids right on into the ocean. Hello?
There may be more points of interest that will spill forth from my ever tumbling brain so stay tuned. Consider this your PSA for the day. :)
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
I wish I had more words to describe how much I love The Host by Stephenie Meyer. From its earliest pages, I was captured by the alternative Earth Ms. Meyer creates; we meet Wanderer, the alien who has been inserted into a young woman's body in order to live a lifetime here on Earth. Thinking things will go just as they have in her other eight lifetimes, Wanderer is jolted to learn that Melanie, her human host, has no intentions of leaving her body and her mind to be taken over. That Wanderer is a sympathetic character makes the story more than just an us vs. them tale; the relationships between the characters bring forth so many emotions that I found myself literally peeking ahead to see what was going to happen next. This is a tale that's crawled into my own soul, and one I can highly, highly recommend. I give it a much fuller review at amazon: http://www.amazon.com/review/R1F7JLZ1BDPVP3/ref=cm_cr_rdp_perm. Read this book.