Day 2 – The HOTTEST scene you have ever read in a book.
Recently I finished the first book of the Parasol Protectorate series, Soulless, and it literally ended in carriage sex. That was pretty raunchy and very well written, so I'll go with that.
11 February, 2014
Valentine's Mini Challenge - Day 2
Day 2 – The HOTTEST scene you have ever read in a book.
Recently I finished the first book of the Parasol Protectorate series, Soulless, and it literally ended in carriage sex. That was pretty raunchy and very well written, so I'll go with that.
10 February, 2014
Valentine's Mini Challenge - Day 1
Day 1 – Let us have it. Your Book Boyfriend/Girlfriend List. (And I mean all of them!)
- Legolas Greenleaf - Lord of the Rings
- Draco Malfoy - Harry Potter Series
- Fred Weasley - Harry Potter Series
- Luna Lovegood -Harry Potter Series
- Tris Prior - Divergent Series
- Hermione Granger - Harry Potter Series
- Conall Maccon - Soulless
I'm sure there are a lot more, but I cannot for the life of me think of anymore off the top of my head.
07 February, 2014
Friday Finds #2
FRIDAY FINDS showcases the books you ‘found’ and added to your To Be Read (TBR) list… whether you found them online, or in a bookstore, or in the library — wherever! (they aren’t necessarily books you purchased).
So, come on — share with us your FRIDAY FINDS!
- Backwards Compatible: A Geek Love Story by Sarah Daltry & Pete Clark
- Betrothal (Queen's Honor, Tales of Lady Guinevere: #1), a Medieval Fantasy Romance by Mande Matthews
- The Golden Compass (His Dark Materials #1) by Philip Pullman
- Soul Taken (The Life After Trilogy #1) by Katlyn Duncan
- Katrina, The Beginning (Royal Blood Chronicles #1) by Elizabeth Loraine
- Pawn (The Blackcoat Rebellion #1) by Aimee Carter
06 February, 2014
Feature and Follow Friday #15
The Feature & Follow is hosted by TWO hosts, Parajunkee of Parajunkee’s View and Alison of Alison Can Read. Each host will have their own Feature Blog and this way it’ll allow us to show off more new blogs!
This Week's Question:
If you could read a book for the “first time” again, which book would it be? Why?
If you could read a book for the “first time” again, which book would it be? Why?
That is a very tough question to answer. Generally speaking, there are a ton of books I'd love to go back and read for the first time. And sometimes, I do end up rereading them for the "first time" because it's been so long since I cracked open their covers. Sometimes I start a book and I'll reach a certain point and stop. When I get back to it, it's almost like reading it for the first time because once I get past whatever part stopped me before, it's new territory, new words.
Still, if I could reread any book for the "first time", I think I'll have to go with:
When I read The Golden Compass for the first time, it was an amazing book. The idea of having my conscious as an animal form was a marvelous idea to me. After all, what child wouldn't like to have a companion animal you could talk to and have it talk back. The fact that the daemons (the little conscious animals of the world) didn't settle into a final form until you were grown as also appealing. While the rest of the books happenings (the children disappearing, the church's involvement, and ultimately the need to travel through the underworld to set free all the souls trapped there) are less than ideal, I can't say I'm not still drawn to the idea of having a daemon.
Why would I reread this particular book for the first time? I'd like to see it from a more adult viewpoint, one that's less tainted by the idealism of childhood and the need for a daemon (though admittedly, I'm not certain I wouldn't want one even as an adult, I mean a badass wolf or something as a companion? Yes please.) and the consideration of Mr. Pullman's own views of religion in a more mature mind.
31 January, 2014
Review: The Bedeviled Heart (The Highland Heather and Hearts Scottish Romance Series #2) by Carmen Caine
Goodreads.com summary:
Scotland, 1479
Cameron Malcolm Stewart, Earl of Lennox, had made his peace with destiny. It was not his fate to love as other men.
Each of his politically arranged marriages had ended in disaster. And though he had never touched a one of his wives, he had come to believe that sharing his name would consign a woman to an early grave.
So, on the sunny spring day Cameron encounters a delightfully devious, bright-eyed lass selling charmed stones in one of Stirling's alehouses, he tosses her a shilling, thinking only to steal a kiss. But it is a kiss that will change his life forever.
To care for her ailing father, the precocious Kate Ferguson has resorted to swindling the drunkards of Stirling. But a chance meeting with a handsome and seductively mysterious outlaw named Cameron ends with a kiss that changes the course of her destiny.
But as dark times descend upon Scotland, Kate is inadvertently caught in a deadly web of court intrigue spun by the royal favorite, Thomas Cochrane. And as King James III falls prey to his fear of the Black Arts, accusations of witchcraft and treachery abound.
The fate of Scotland hangs in the balance, and while Cameron vows to defy destiny itself to hold Kate forever in his arms, he must unravel the plots of nobles and commoners alike to protect the country that he loves.
Cameron Malcolm Stewart, Earl of Lennox, had made his peace with destiny. It was not his fate to love as other men.
Each of his politically arranged marriages had ended in disaster. And though he had never touched a one of his wives, he had come to believe that sharing his name would consign a woman to an early grave.
So, on the sunny spring day Cameron encounters a delightfully devious, bright-eyed lass selling charmed stones in one of Stirling's alehouses, he tosses her a shilling, thinking only to steal a kiss. But it is a kiss that will change his life forever.
To care for her ailing father, the precocious Kate Ferguson has resorted to swindling the drunkards of Stirling. But a chance meeting with a handsome and seductively mysterious outlaw named Cameron ends with a kiss that changes the course of her destiny.
But as dark times descend upon Scotland, Kate is inadvertently caught in a deadly web of court intrigue spun by the royal favorite, Thomas Cochrane. And as King James III falls prey to his fear of the Black Arts, accusations of witchcraft and treachery abound.
The fate of Scotland hangs in the balance, and while Cameron vows to defy destiny itself to hold Kate forever in his arms, he must unravel the plots of nobles and commoners alike to protect the country that he loves.
Review:
ISBN: 0983524068
Cost: $3.49
Edition: Digital
Rating: ★★★☆☆
30 January, 2014
Block # 2
I never anticipated death smelling like fast food.
It was almost funny, never once had that thought ever cross my mind, but here I was on the verge of an immediate demise and all I could smell was the cheap, greasy food of a fast food joint. Perhaps it had something to do with where we were, settled in a booth a local burger joint, hardly a proper setting for death, but death does seem to pick her own place to strike.
The day had started much like others that week, wet and miserable in a mixture of rain, sleet, and snow that proved to make more than potent slush. A slush that threatened my already pathetic social life, the one outing that had even been considered an ill-agreed to lunch date that had quickly proven to be destined to deteriorate at an alarming rate. My acquaintance had proven unreliable in her timing for our rigidly agreed upon time had come and gone without a single sign of her presence, and it was nearly an hour later when she appeared with two males in tow. One, it was quickly made clear, was her boyfriend, a nice man though more than a bit vulgar and assertively loud with opinions that were hardly any more correct than an ill-proven assessment of the constitution.
The other was a friend of his, and it seemed as if their purpose for being there was to be a distraction for myself while my acquaintance proceeded to eat nothing but the interior of her presumable lover’s mouth. Conversations lulled as they sucked face in a booth next to ours, and it was by the time that I had eaten a third of the large order of fries this poor soul was trying to convince me that eating anymore would be largely unattractive. And so, it was that my immediate demise was quickly coming surrounded by the scent of sickening food as I squared my shoulders and told him exactly what I thought of his sentiments.
By the time I had finished speak, the entire restaurant had gone silent, even the sound of the cheaply imported patties failed to be heard on the griddle top in the back. My acquaintance had even seen fit to stop attempting to remove the soul of her significant other to stare at me in horrified silence as if I had committed a social slight by voicing my opinion. For all I knew, I had.
Do you know what it feels like to reduce a grown man to tears? It is possibly one of the most glorifying feelings you will ever have that lasts approximately six seconds before horrendous guilt sets in. Even I, the self-proclaimed social outcast of my age group, understood that reducing a grown man to tears in a restaurant was a crossing of barriers that should have been left intact. It took all of twenty seconds after the guilt had set in, approximately half a minute after I’d finished speaking, for half a dozen others to make their opinions known.
The nail in the proverbial coffin however was my acquaintance, perhaps I should explain that we were only acquaintances from the distant brushing past each other in the development meetings of the commonly shared library where we worked and nothing more could be said about us in the ways of any relationship, standing up and screaming at me about how could I embarrass her anymore in front of her boyfriend. I suppose it didn’t help my situation to remain above the level of a social pariah when I responded to this by reminding her I had not invited the men along in the first place. As I left, my head held high as if I were taking a walk of shame through the remains of my social life, I could hear her comforting the man, trying to convince him that I only needed time to come around.
If only death could be bribed to strike down acquaintances that seemed determined to play matchmakers unbidden.
It was almost funny, never once had that thought ever cross my mind, but here I was on the verge of an immediate demise and all I could smell was the cheap, greasy food of a fast food joint. Perhaps it had something to do with where we were, settled in a booth a local burger joint, hardly a proper setting for death, but death does seem to pick her own place to strike.
The day had started much like others that week, wet and miserable in a mixture of rain, sleet, and snow that proved to make more than potent slush. A slush that threatened my already pathetic social life, the one outing that had even been considered an ill-agreed to lunch date that had quickly proven to be destined to deteriorate at an alarming rate. My acquaintance had proven unreliable in her timing for our rigidly agreed upon time had come and gone without a single sign of her presence, and it was nearly an hour later when she appeared with two males in tow. One, it was quickly made clear, was her boyfriend, a nice man though more than a bit vulgar and assertively loud with opinions that were hardly any more correct than an ill-proven assessment of the constitution.
The other was a friend of his, and it seemed as if their purpose for being there was to be a distraction for myself while my acquaintance proceeded to eat nothing but the interior of her presumable lover’s mouth. Conversations lulled as they sucked face in a booth next to ours, and it was by the time that I had eaten a third of the large order of fries this poor soul was trying to convince me that eating anymore would be largely unattractive. And so, it was that my immediate demise was quickly coming surrounded by the scent of sickening food as I squared my shoulders and told him exactly what I thought of his sentiments.
By the time I had finished speak, the entire restaurant had gone silent, even the sound of the cheaply imported patties failed to be heard on the griddle top in the back. My acquaintance had even seen fit to stop attempting to remove the soul of her significant other to stare at me in horrified silence as if I had committed a social slight by voicing my opinion. For all I knew, I had.
Do you know what it feels like to reduce a grown man to tears? It is possibly one of the most glorifying feelings you will ever have that lasts approximately six seconds before horrendous guilt sets in. Even I, the self-proclaimed social outcast of my age group, understood that reducing a grown man to tears in a restaurant was a crossing of barriers that should have been left intact. It took all of twenty seconds after the guilt had set in, approximately half a minute after I’d finished speaking, for half a dozen others to make their opinions known.
The nail in the proverbial coffin however was my acquaintance, perhaps I should explain that we were only acquaintances from the distant brushing past each other in the development meetings of the commonly shared library where we worked and nothing more could be said about us in the ways of any relationship, standing up and screaming at me about how could I embarrass her anymore in front of her boyfriend. I suppose it didn’t help my situation to remain above the level of a social pariah when I responded to this by reminding her I had not invited the men along in the first place. As I left, my head held high as if I were taking a walk of shame through the remains of my social life, I could hear her comforting the man, trying to convince him that I only needed time to come around.
If only death could be bribed to strike down acquaintances that seemed determined to play matchmakers unbidden.
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