Now, if What You Need became a movie I can see the story expanding a bit or it’d be one of those artistic, erotic shorts. I could get a little creative with color tones for something like that. The biggest question is who would play Royce and Veronica?Read More →
I am thirty-nine years old. That means I’ve been reading avidly for nearly thirty-five years (I learned a bit early–my mom insisted we read all the time to deal with my dyslexia. It worked. Also, now I read all the time). Still, I’d fallen into somewhat of a reading rut. I’d scour backlists of my faves, desperate to be entertained. Mostly, contemporary romance. Then, something o-m-g-amazing happened. I found out that Anne Rice combined my two favorite characters in one book. Finally, a Lestat I cared about again. At last, a potentially satisfying end to one of my most-loved stories that got lost in subplots.Read More →
However, because I am not a rich person who can drop a bundle on a new Kindle (coming this week!) and a bunch of accessories, I have a plan.Read More →
Paper books. Mmm, is there anything like that smell? A little vanilla, a little ducking into the library to read because you don’t really fit anywhere.
But, then, the idea started to grow on me. Never being without a book because I can slip this small, lightweight techno-gadget in my purse. I’m a techie kind of girl.My two favorite things had made a sweet little baby capable of holding a thousand books.Read More →
The best thing about this book (and this book has a lot going for it) are the characters. You’ve got a psychic quiltmaker. And her ex-husband, who is now the owner of the art supply shop in town. And a woman. An adorable beta artist as love interest. Sisters who are all so individual. A mom who disappeared 17 years ago and suddenly comes home. There is a big cast. And they all contribute. And they’re all real, complex, fully-formed. And yet, they don’t overpower the story.
And, at it’s core, it feels good. There are messages about accepting oneself and forgiveness that are very personal and moving (mostly because you come to care so much for these people. Um, characters.).Read More →
Two days later,
Me: That first book is incredible. I can’t put it down.
My Boss: When you get to the end you’re going to be really annoyed.
Me, in my head, because he’s my boss: Then why did you tell me to read it?Read More →
I grew up, and still live, in a small town. Not small town like less than 5000. Small town like… 265 people live in my town. Not that it’s much of a town. I have to drive 5-10 miles to the nearest 7-11. Another 40 to Wal-Mart or McDonald’s. It’s 55 miles to the nearest book store–a chain. An indie bookstore? That would be 91 miles away. Sure, we have a library. Only barbarians don’t have libraries. But… if I had to guess, I’d say we might have 500-1000 books. Total. So, I think you feel me now. Growing up and as an adult, IRead More →
Yes, apparently, you can LOAN your Kindle ebooks. At least, some of them. I find this awesome because it allows you to say, “Hey, I think you’re going to love this author. Give this book a try!” My nephew and I are finding that our reading preferences cross in strange places. So, we’re a little excited to recommend books to each other. Our new deal? I’ll read Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Side of the Moon if he reads Gregory Maguire’s Wicked: Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. Unfortunately, neither of us have these books on the Kindle, so we can’t use theRead More →
I use my Kindle everyday. This is no secret. I’ve facebooked, tweeted, and posted my love for the Kindle. I consider myself tech-ish savvy. I’m not a geek (a badge I’d wear with honor, mind you), but I know a few who point me in the right directions. And, so, because I’m awesome, I’m going to point you to some very awesome Kindle sites that will make it even harder to pry the Kindle from your grip. Instapaper I use Google Reader a lot. It’s how I get my tech fix and find all of these nifty things, it’s how I keep up with gossipRead More →
Yes, I write romance, and I’d never (until this past December) read a Jane Austen book. Any. At all. Yes, I was ashamed of this deficit. When I was growing up, I didn’t get new books. I had trips to the library, occasionally, which I reserved for horror and mystery. I don’t know why. Well, I do, and this is the reason I never read Jane Austen. *Ahem*, when I was a kid, I didn’t get new books. I read everyone else’s leftovers. I read them thankfully and voraciously and often multiple times. I read fast. My mom loved horror, mostly Stephen King. Which IRead More →