Sunday, May 31, 2009
Smooth Talking Stranger - Lisa Kleypas - 2009
So this is the third, and I suppose final novel (there's a third Travis brother, but no book is planned) in what Kleypas has deemed her "Texas Trilogy." The first is "Sugar Daddy" a novel I love, the second is "Blue-Eyed Devil" which I don't love, but enjoyed enough, and while nothing touches "Sugar Daddy", "Smooth Talking Stranger" came pretty damn close. As I've previously stated, I can't really enjoy SEP or Judith McNaught novels too much these days, the uber-rich have long since lost their appeal, however, Lisa Kleypas pairs the filthy rich Travis family with the down-to-earth to downright poor love interests that it balances out for me. The hero this time around is middle brother and real estate developer, Jack Travis. Those who have read the prior novels know him as a playboy with a famous case of "sleep inertia" which translates to "hungover." Seems as the though Jack has grown up a bit with his story, and falls fast and hard for single mom (of sorts) Ella Varner.
Ella is a vegan (by boyfriend) feminist still dealing with her messed up childhood. Her father abandoned the family, and her mom makes Joan Crawford look like mother of the year. Candy Varner has done a number on both her daughters, so when younger sister, Tara leaves her week-old infant son, Luke in her mother's care, Ella is once again recruited to clean up the mess. Where does Jack Travis fit in all this? Well, he's been mentioned as a possible father, and Ella confronts him for paternity test. Not exactly grounds for great romance, but Kleypas' makes it work. The chemistry snaps like firecrackers, and conversation is a form of foreplay for these two. Jack is not anything like a man Ella thinks she wants.
She repeatedly says she doesn't believe in marriage, and strives to be Miss Indepentdent in life and in print. Her job is an advice columnist in a magazine called "Vibe" (one of the little nagging problems I had with this book - does she mean the magazine that already exists or a made up women's mag??) and she tries to have all the answers, for everone including herself. She has a live-in boyfriend who is safe, meaning he doesn't push beyond her self-constructed walls. She leans on him as an excuse too many times, and it starts to get annoying, but you can see it's a defense mechanism and get past it. Jack bursts into her life, and she is not very happy about it, at first anyway. Jack is domineering and possessive, not at all like the boyfriend, Dane. He's never too much though, never seems like the alpha male heroes I can't stand. He's a good guy, he's the steady one who knows his heart, you gotta love that. This book is pretty darn steamy; a few too many love scenes if you ask me, but the sex is part of intimacy and this book is about Ella's journey beyond her fears. A journey I heartily enjoyed, and finished in one day, practically in one sitting. I hear Kleypas has more contemporaries planned, but these will be straight up romance, no more first-person POV, and feature more working class characters. I can't wait.
Superman, that hoe.
SUPERMAN, THAT HOE.
This prolonged weekend thanks to Armed Forces Day is just going to serve to make me even more lazy. I have a ton of corrections I should be doing, but I'm not. I'm blogging. Gah! Does somebody have a solution to this? Curing laziness/procrastination. Contact me, would'ya?
Some dudes came to our school yesterday and tried to make us do some weird version of the Soulja Boy dance as part of an aerobics routine. God, the music was like nails being hammered into my head. Best part of it? Susan kneeing a very hyper, shiok sendiri, dancing Jesnie in the butt. Way to go.
Yesterday's Project Runway was awesome. Then again, when is it not awesome? It was a makeover episode. I love makeovers! And I loved Heidi Klum's black dress. And Leanne's runway outfit. I want to go buy dresses... Don't worry Ya Wen, you'll get to watch it, and everything else, in just a few days. Hang in there.
I was looking for my dinner in the microwave oven yesterday night when I discovered a whole horde of red ants in the corner of it. My microwave oven, I mean. I proceeded to microwave my food in the hopes that the heat would pulverize the ants, but it didn't, much to my chagrin. Stupid, indestructible ants.
Talking about food, I'm craving pizza... I haven't had it in like, two weeks. I skipped my raceday pizza last weekend. I'm starting to wonder if maybe the pizza is a jinx, since Ferrari does well whenever I don't eat it. But I thought we already agreed it was the Indian juju curse, that has since been lifted, thank God. *touches wood*
I finished reading Queen of Babble Gets Hitched yesterday. It was nice. Definitely. The ending was really sweet. I liked it too, Molly. The whole series is so wedding-y, which is so much fun. Anyway, now I'm back to re-reading Can You Keep A Secret? while I figure out what to read next.
When I was done reading QoB Gets Hitched, I turned on the TV and proceeded to watch Novak Djokovic losing his 3rd round match at Roland Garros to Philip Kohlschreiber (sp?). Which he did. Lose it, I mean. Sucksss. Stupid arse. Since when did he get demoted to 4th seed anyway?
Oh, I found this on Ashley's blog. It's the Brunei animal shelter and adoption centre. And I didn't even know it existed until now. I so want a dog when I'm older. A soft, fluffy dog. They're so cute and lovable. Pictures from http://www.animalshelterbrunei.blogspot.com.
What should Mun and I do on Monday? I can't decide...
P/S: OH SHIT, I JUST SPOILED PROJECT RUNWAY SEASON 5 FOR MYSELF WHILE GOOGLING FOR THE PHOTOS. ARGH!!!
This prolonged weekend thanks to Armed Forces Day is just going to serve to make me even more lazy. I have a ton of corrections I should be doing, but I'm not. I'm blogging. Gah! Does somebody have a solution to this? Curing laziness/procrastination. Contact me, would'ya?
Some dudes came to our school yesterday and tried to make us do some weird version of the Soulja Boy dance as part of an aerobics routine. God, the music was like nails being hammered into my head. Best part of it? Susan kneeing a very hyper, shiok sendiri, dancing Jesnie in the butt. Way to go.
Yesterday's Project Runway was awesome. Then again, when is it not awesome? It was a makeover episode. I love makeovers! And I loved Heidi Klum's black dress. And Leanne's runway outfit. I want to go buy dresses... Don't worry Ya Wen, you'll get to watch it, and everything else, in just a few days. Hang in there.
I was looking for my dinner in the microwave oven yesterday night when I discovered a whole horde of red ants in the corner of it. My microwave oven, I mean. I proceeded to microwave my food in the hopes that the heat would pulverize the ants, but it didn't, much to my chagrin. Stupid, indestructible ants.
Talking about food, I'm craving pizza... I haven't had it in like, two weeks. I skipped my raceday pizza last weekend. I'm starting to wonder if maybe the pizza is a jinx, since Ferrari does well whenever I don't eat it. But I thought we already agreed it was the Indian juju curse, that has since been lifted, thank God. *touches wood*
I finished reading Queen of Babble Gets Hitched yesterday. It was nice. Definitely. The ending was really sweet. I liked it too, Molly. The whole series is so wedding-y, which is so much fun. Anyway, now I'm back to re-reading Can You Keep A Secret? while I figure out what to read next.
When I was done reading QoB Gets Hitched, I turned on the TV and proceeded to watch Novak Djokovic losing his 3rd round match at Roland Garros to Philip Kohlschreiber (sp?). Which he did. Lose it, I mean. Sucksss. Stupid arse. Since when did he get demoted to 4th seed anyway?
Oh, I found this on Ashley's blog. It's the Brunei animal shelter and adoption centre. And I didn't even know it existed until now. I so want a dog when I'm older. A soft, fluffy dog. They're so cute and lovable. Pictures from http://www.animalshelterbrunei.blogspot.com.
What should Mun and I do on Monday? I can't decide...
P/S: OH SHIT, I JUST SPOILED PROJECT RUNWAY SEASON 5 FOR MYSELF WHILE GOOGLING FOR THE PHOTOS. ARGH!!!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Ba zhang-copter.
BA ZHANG-COPTER.
Happy Belated Ba Zhang Dayto Ya Wen! I can't believe you have your own day! Donkeys, 8A1 girls and hot sticks don't have their own days. :(
I had plans to go watchAngels & Demons Star Trek Night At The Museum 2 with Jong Yi, but I'm not feeling so great so instead I'm stuck at home on a Friday, writing this. Woe, me. Well, at least some people (yes, I'm talking about you guys) will be happy that I'm blogging.
Having finished The Undomestic Goddess a few days ago, I realized that I actually like it. It wasn't all that bad. Sure, I didn't love it the way I loved Shopaholic, but you know, what do'ya expect? It's still quite a nice book. And yes Char, I'm Becky Bloomwood and you're Jessica Bertram, for sure.
I watched Titanicagain for the 10 millionth time yesterday, and I cried again for the 10 millionth time. It's just so sad, even when I already know what's coming next and who says what. Jesnie, how could you watch it and not CRY?? Then again, I always cry watching/reading anything, but I have people to back me up this time!
So, I was reading Effie's blog a couple of weeks ago, and I saw this photo of her and her mom. And she had this kickass hair that totally reminded me of a picture I saw in the April issue of my Seventeen magazine. Anyway, I'm on orders to provide a photo of said picture, so here it is.
Now, tell meor I'll kick your ass honestly, don't they look alike?
Being the absolutely wonderful, avoidant(?) person that I am, I've left the worst for last. Exam marks. Also known as bad, worse and worst. Gah.
Screw this. My Malay 2 is lower than my Malay 1 for the first time in history. 70% overall. What is that, a B4? No wait, a C5. Meh.
I'm actually pretty happy with my Chemistry, if I do say so myself. 80% happens to be a B3. I was expecting something more like 70%? Anyway, this brings my Science subjects to an A (Bio), a B (Chem) and a C (Physics). Man, I suck.
Ignore this, it's a piece of shait.
Grrh, I desperately seek a lighter replacement for this behemoth of a laptop of mine. Preferably one with 1GB RAM so I can play Sims 3 on it. Please, Santa,I've been a good girl 0=) And many, many GBs of hard disk space 'cause shitting hell, I only have 184MB of free space left on mine. God, I'm pathetic.
Dis b da shiznitz cos p0klen/l33t tot4lly pWnzz singlish 2 da maxorrxz!!11!
Happy Belated Ba Zhang Day
I had plans to go watch
Having finished The Undomestic Goddess a few days ago, I realized that I actually like it. It wasn't all that bad. Sure, I didn't love it the way I loved Shopaholic, but you know, what do'ya expect? It's still quite a nice book. And yes Char, I'm Becky Bloomwood and you're Jessica Bertram, for sure.
I watched Titanic
So, I was reading Effie's blog a couple of weeks ago, and I saw this photo of her and her mom. And she had this kickass hair that totally reminded me of a picture I saw in the April issue of my Seventeen magazine. Anyway, I'm on orders to provide a photo of said picture, so here it is.
Now, tell me
Being the absolutely wonderful, avoidant(?) person that I am, I've left the worst for last. Exam marks. Also known as bad, worse and worst. Gah.
Screw this. My Malay 2 is lower than my Malay 1 for the first time in history. 70% overall. What is that, a B4? No wait, a C5. Meh.
I'm actually pretty happy with my Chemistry, if I do say so myself. 80% happens to be a B3. I was expecting something more like 70%? Anyway, this brings my Science subjects to an A (Bio), a B (Chem) and a C (Physics). Man, I suck.
Ignore this, it's a piece of shait.
Grrh, I desperately seek a lighter replacement for this behemoth of a laptop of mine. Preferably one with 1GB RAM so I can play Sims 3 on it. Please, Santa,
Dis b da shiznitz cos p0klen/l33t tot4lly pWnzz singlish 2 da maxorrxz!!11!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Spicy pizza.
SPICY PIZZA.
Two words: SIMS 3. Sims 333333. Icrashed went to Chai's house with Jong-jong, Char and Kelvin yesterday. And we played Sims 3 because Chai's the kind of evil person who illegally downloads leaked computer games. Not that I mind because I'm obviously going to steal it from him.
SIMS 333333. Excuse me, I'm still on a bit of a high. Kelvin made a gay, dirty old man, pedophile Sim called Gaylord Fokker. Seriously. It was epic. And slightly disturbing. But mostly epic. With a lot of swear words. Kinda like Tenacious D. Man, that was some crazy stuff.
Char, my butt is totally bigger than yours and you know it. I'm so gonna get you back for making me sit in a weird position squashed between you and Kelvin the entire time. God, that was so wrong on so many levels. And for making me fall off the chair multiple times. Grrr.
Because we're such kind souls,I we made Kelvin eat all the spicy pizza. I took the last pepperoni one. I ate half a slice in the time it took Kelvin to eat two. It's like guys inhale their food or something. But you shoulda seen him guzzle the ginger beer afterwards. It gives you gas.
Chai's house has a pink wall. A PINK wall. I want a pink wall ♥. And his awesome Shit Happens poster. I love that poster. It has the power to make me piss myself laughing every time I see it. Strangle Baby Bugs Bunny! Boom boom pow! And Powerthirst! 400 babies! As fast as Kenyans!
Okay, enough. Control yourself, Stella.
So, we were reading old copies of Media Pertama newspaper in Malay class ('cause Cikgu Chong likes wasting periods. Again, not that I mind.) and I instinctly flipped to the Sports section of mine. And there was a huge half-page colour photo of Hamilton's car with some stupid caption. I almost had an aneurysm. Then I grabbed Char's paper... and it had a huge photo of Button's car. Minor heart attack. Then I took Jong Yi's paper... and finally, finally! A photo of Kimi's car. Sinks happily back into chair with smile on face. I don't remember the captions though. My Malay sucks. Polis Filipina tidak tahu tembak dengan betul?
My English marks were pretty damn awesome. Although not as awesome as some people, for the first time in a long time. But then I forgot to get the parent's signature for them and Mrs Manik said she's gonna minus my marks and blah, and well, you know what? Just can it.
Paper 1. 42/60.
Paper 2. 43/50
POA suckeddd. 17/30. And that's only for multiple choice. I can't even choose the right answer correctly! And eenie-meenie-mynie-moe worked for Alden. Oh, just shoot me.
I have so much undone corrections when what I really want to do is finish The Undomestic Goddess so I can start reading Queen of Babble Gets Hitched and watch Titanic. And go to the buffet at Capers so I canstuff my face watch Jesnie and Darryl stuff their faces.
Thank you Molly and Char.
I should really finish my white with pink stripes pedicure.
P/S: "You are so fuckus on the ball..." - French Roland Garros commentator.
Two words: SIMS 3. Sims 333333. I
SIMS 333333. Excuse me, I'm still on a bit of a high. Kelvin made a gay, dirty old man, pedophile Sim called Gaylord Fokker. Seriously. It was epic. And slightly disturbing. But mostly epic. With a lot of swear words. Kinda like Tenacious D. Man, that was some crazy stuff.
Char, my butt is totally bigger than yours and you know it. I'm so gonna get you back for making me sit in a weird position squashed between you and Kelvin the entire time. God, that was so wrong on so many levels. And for making me fall off the chair multiple times. Grrr.
Because we're such kind souls,
Chai's house has a pink wall. A PINK wall. I want a pink wall ♥. And his awesome Shit Happens poster. I love that poster. It has the power to make me piss myself laughing every time I see it. Strangle Baby Bugs Bunny! Boom boom pow! And Powerthirst! 400 babies! As fast as Kenyans!
Okay, enough. Control yourself, Stella.
So, we were reading old copies of Media Pertama newspaper in Malay class ('cause Cikgu Chong likes wasting periods. Again, not that I mind.) and I instinctly flipped to the Sports section of mine. And there was a huge half-page colour photo of Hamilton's car with some stupid caption. I almost had an aneurysm. Then I grabbed Char's paper... and it had a huge photo of Button's car. Minor heart attack. Then I took Jong Yi's paper... and finally, finally! A photo of Kimi's car. Sinks happily back into chair with smile on face. I don't remember the captions though. My Malay sucks. Polis Filipina tidak tahu tembak dengan betul?
My English marks were pretty damn awesome. Although not as awesome as some people, for the first time in a long time. But then I forgot to get the parent's signature for them and Mrs Manik said she's gonna minus my marks and blah, and well, you know what? Just can it.
Paper 1. 42/60.
Paper 2. 43/50
POA suckeddd. 17/30. And that's only for multiple choice. I can't even choose the right answer correctly! And eenie-meenie-mynie-moe worked for Alden. Oh, just shoot me.
I have so much undone corrections when what I really want to do is finish The Undomestic Goddess so I can start reading Queen of Babble Gets Hitched and watch Titanic. And go to the buffet at Capers so I can
Thank you Molly and Char.
I should really finish my white with pink stripes pedicure.
P/S: "You are so fuckus on the ball..." - French Roland Garros commentator.
June 5th @ Satori Gallery in Moxham
Busting my ass to get ready for this...come check it out if you're in J-Town or on the internet at: http://www.myspace.com/satorigallery
The Goodbye Summer - Patricia Gaffney - 2004
Sad Sappy Sucker
Wow, don't know what was wrong with me on Friday. Read this sappy (but good) book that focuses on the elderly, female friendships, a sometimes frustrating heroine, but ultimately a satisfying love story, too. Got kinda into it, real rollercoaster of emotions. Then later that night, I watched what I thought was going to be a romantic comedy along the lines of "When Harry Met Sally" and what do you know, both the leads are dying of cancer!!! Mad that it made me cry a little, 'cause the movie wasn't very good. Blame my mood. Weird emotional day, for sure.
Made up Novelty T-Shirts in Contemporary Romance
So, lately I've been noticing some authors having fun creating funny t-shirts for their characters. Kristin Higgins does it constantly, however her "Grey's Anatomy" inspired slogans go over my head (not a fan) but I can tell they aren't that funny anyway. Rachel Gibson however, made me laugh out loud in "Tangled up in You" when a big tough bartender sports two hilarious shirts:
"ATTENTION LADIES: I LIKED THE NOTEBOOK" and
"EVERYONE HATES VEGETARIANS."
Both great in my opinion. Then there is my current favorite from Patricia Gaffney's "The Goodbye Summer" which spends much of it's time in a nursing home, one of the characters wears an
"OH! I FORGOT TO HAVE CHILDREN!" t-shirt.
Can't wait til I'm menopausal so I can wear that one!!
"ATTENTION LADIES: I LIKED THE NOTEBOOK" and
"EVERYONE HATES VEGETARIANS."
Both great in my opinion. Then there is my current favorite from Patricia Gaffney's "The Goodbye Summer" which spends much of it's time in a nursing home, one of the characters wears an
"OH! I FORGOT TO HAVE CHILDREN!" t-shirt.
Can't wait til I'm menopausal so I can wear that one!!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
Farewell Indian juju, welcome back Iceman.
FAREWELL INDIAN JUJU, WELCOME BACK ICEMAN.
It's official: IREALLY HATE MONDAYS. What's not to hate? Except we didn't really do any work at all the entire day. A long line of free periods. All school days should be like that, don't you think? No work, no study, no stress. Hah, I wish.
But we got back exam papers. Which, if you think about it, is actually worse than doing classwork. Exams are like the spawn of the devil. Physics and Malay 1. Ya Wen, if you say your Physics sucked, wait till you see mine. I'll show you sucky.
Physics, my worst subject of the whole exam. By some divine miracle, I didn't fail! I just only managed a C6 credit. Thank you God for that half-mark.
Malay 1. Gah, I wrote such a stupid karangan... I wanna rip up the bloody paper so bad. But my teacher warned us against that in hindsight. Smart guy.
Bad exam marks depress me. Can we please move on now?
With all the free time I'm hoping to have on my hands by ignoring my homework (as usual, obviously), I intend to explore my creative avenues by drawing again. I got started on some stuff and then I got lazy and stopped 'cause of exams. No excuses this time! *wants... to... procrastinate...*
And because I'm so faithful to Sophie Kinsella, I'm going to read The Undomestic Goddess just for the fun of it. I doubt I'll like it as much as Shopaholic though. I liked Becky Bloomwood. She's... like-able. I don't care what you guys say! She's not annoying, she's funny. I think.
Anyway, thanks Jong Yi. And I wanna watch Titanic! (Jesnieee... I'll spank you if you forget again. Btw, good luck at the Sports Day tryouts, vice captain.)
Now for Formula 1:
WE HAVE A PODIUM! For the first time this year, Ferrari finally has a podium finish. And I finally got to hear Kimi (Raikkonen) speak kimlish (Kimi-english) in the post-race interview after such a long time. As usual, I didn't understand much of it, but that's not the point. And as usual, Kimi's champagne just goes straight into his mouth. Oh, Kimi. 3rd and 4th places.
It was a bit of a disappointment because it could've been a 2nd place for Kimi. There was even a chance for a Ferrari 2 and 3. But I guess it wasn't to be (stupid pitstop). 3rd and 4th is great, though. Ferrari's finally back. Now, next race in Turkey, we can start thinking about winning again.
Only thing standing in our way are those Brawns which are already so far away with the constructor's championship. 86 points. Ferrari went from 0 points hanging out with Force India to 4th place with only 17 points. Brawn have won 5 out of the 6 races this season, 3 of which were 1-2's. Crazy.
I kind of wished Button had slammed his car into a wall. And I almost feel sorry for Hamilton and McLaren. Almost. Can you say, oh, I don't know... karma? It's a b*tch, ain't it?
Sushi rolls and yoghurt... Right, I think I'll go update my Kaspersky anti-virus now.
It's official: I
But we got back exam papers. Which, if you think about it, is actually worse than doing classwork. Exams are like the spawn of the devil. Physics and Malay 1. Ya Wen, if you say your Physics sucked, wait till you see mine. I'll show you sucky.
Physics, my worst subject of the whole exam. By some divine miracle, I didn't fail! I just only managed a C6 credit. Thank you God for that half-mark.
Malay 1. Gah, I wrote such a stupid karangan... I wanna rip up the bloody paper so bad. But my teacher warned us against that in hindsight. Smart guy.
Bad exam marks depress me. Can we please move on now?
With all the free time I'm hoping to have on my hands by ignoring my homework (as usual, obviously), I intend to explore my creative avenues by drawing again. I got started on some stuff and then I got lazy and stopped 'cause of exams. No excuses this time! *wants... to... procrastinate...*
And because I'm so faithful to Sophie Kinsella, I'm going to read The Undomestic Goddess just for the fun of it. I doubt I'll like it as much as Shopaholic though. I liked Becky Bloomwood. She's... like-able. I don't care what you guys say! She's not annoying, she's funny. I think.
Anyway, thanks Jong Yi. And I wanna watch Titanic! (Jesnieee... I'll spank you if you forget again. Btw, good luck at the Sports Day tryouts, vice captain.)
Now for Formula 1:
WE HAVE A PODIUM! For the first time this year, Ferrari finally has a podium finish. And I finally got to hear Kimi (Raikkonen) speak kimlish (Kimi-english) in the post-race interview after such a long time. As usual, I didn't understand much of it, but that's not the point. And as usual, Kimi's champagne just goes straight into his mouth. Oh, Kimi. 3rd and 4th places.
It was a bit of a disappointment because it could've been a 2nd place for Kimi. There was even a chance for a Ferrari 2 and 3. But I guess it wasn't to be (stupid pitstop). 3rd and 4th is great, though. Ferrari's finally back. Now, next race in Turkey, we can start thinking about winning again.
Only thing standing in our way are those Brawns which are already so far away with the constructor's championship. 86 points. Ferrari went from 0 points hanging out with Force India to 4th place with only 17 points. Brawn have won 5 out of the 6 races this season, 3 of which were 1-2's. Crazy.
I kind of wished Button had slammed his car into a wall. And I almost feel sorry for Hamilton and McLaren. Almost. Can you say, oh, I don't know... karma? It's a b*tch, ain't it?
Sushi rolls and yoghurt... Right, I think I'll go update my Kaspersky anti-virus now.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
"Wild at Heart" - Patricia Gaffney - 1997
No, not this one (which rules):
This one, which is pretty okay:
Not done yet, so I'll just provide a few teasers...
Yeah, so my problem with any "journey" story - is what happens after the learning is done. They tend to lose steam for me, and this one adds some drama at the end to make up for it. All in all though, likeable characters, a young widow just out of mourning and ya know, a man who has survived in the Canadian wilds since childhood. Gaffney's good, though. Just started a one of her contemporary forays into "Women's Fiction" - major glomming happening these days! It's great to find a good author with an extensive backlist. I haven't even found some of the favorites yet!
This one, which is pretty okay:
Not done yet, so I'll just provide a few teasers...
Yeah, so my problem with any "journey" story - is what happens after the learning is done. They tend to lose steam for me, and this one adds some drama at the end to make up for it. All in all though, likeable characters, a young widow just out of mourning and ya know, a man who has survived in the Canadian wilds since childhood. Gaffney's good, though. Just started a one of her contemporary forays into "Women's Fiction" - major glomming happening these days! It's great to find a good author with an extensive backlist. I haven't even found some of the favorites yet!
"A Wallflower Christmas" - Lisa Kleypas - 2008
Thank goodness I got this book from the library. I can't imagine that anyone, even the biggest Wallflowers fan thought this tiny little frilly catch up was worth $16.95!!!! Seriously, why they chose this skimpy little novella to come out in hard back when none of the previous books did, I'll never understand. I mean, the cover is classy and fitting for the season, but it does only show three girls instead of 4, now 5, I guess. Whatever, it was cute, more suited for a Christmas anthology than it's own novel, the actual love story between a Bowman brother, Rafe and ladies companion Hannah something or other is fine - if mostly surface and quick to the action, I mean really quick, but I was more interested in the characters I was already familiar with. And for the most part that felt like a lengthy epilogue. One thing I did enjoy was Lillian's insecurities in her marriage - it added a touch of reality, and shows that you can have a HEA, but you still have to work at it.
Christmas is pretty low on my list of favorite holidays, however, I never mind reading Christmas stories at any time of the year, go figure... This story is worth reading if you loved this series, and I imagine that anyone who loved these books read "A Wallflower Christmas" 6 months ago and had similar reactions.
"Thief of Hearts" - Patricia Gaffney - 1990
So far, my Patricia Gaffney reading has been pretty limited. Seems as though I'm due for a glom, though. I found a copy of "Thief of Hearts" at a church rummage sale where the books were 10 for $1. And despite the horrible early nineties clinch cover I went for it, and got more than I bargained for. Maybe it's my mood, but this book tugged some major heartstings, and features one of my favorite storylines - the wrong brother plot. This book contains more twists and turns than the road to Blue Knob, but the emotional depth of the leads sucks you in. There are few things I love more than a H/H united against the world, and this book has it in spades, once they stop hating each other that is. There are some agressive alpha male type incidents which seemingly come out of nowhere, but I was able to look past them, because when he was sweet he was awesome, plus, it's kinda par for the course for the time it was written.
Oh, and a note to my friends when I'm reading a romance in public, especially a "trashy" one: it is never funny to read the back cover summary in a fake mocking voice. Never funny. Just sayin'.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Fast forward.
FAST FORWARD.
Hello boys and girls, I'm back! After almost 6 months.
See, this was exactly what I was afraid of when I first started blogging again. That my lazy, procrastinating ass would just be too lazy to blog. Sorry for making you guys stare at the same layout, the same exact post and listen to the same annoying song for so many months. I swear on my Echelon wristband that it won't happen again. Empty promises.
I haven't worn that thing (my wristband) in quite a few months, actually. I've been totally neglecting anything even near Mars-related, and I feel bad about it. Jai, hunny, when you're donedrooling over working out with Jillian Michaels, let's talk promo, okay? Just so I can feel a little bit better about myself.
Three words: I have broadband. Broadband. BROADBAND! Finally. No more using my phone as a modem. Freedom to blog (told ya), post at forums, upload photos, download songs and movies, watch videos, use Windows Live Messenger (I've been seriously deprived)!
The worst exams I've ever done in my life are over. Thank God. They gave me the most killer eyebags ever that I now have to recover from. I don't even want to think about what my marks will be like. I'll be glad for anything, even C's or D's, as long as I don't fail! I got back my Bio paper today. See for yourself.
I just managed an A2. Sad thing is, that's probably going to be the only A in my report book. This is bad.
Charlene's handiwork. If you can't see that, it says 'Mary Conception Callistus Tan Siunn Mann'. Go figure.
Mid-year exams are over which means half of Form 4 is over. It still feels like it's the beginning of the year to me, but somebody seems to have pressed the fast forward button on my life and suddenly it's almost June. And I just realized American Idol takes up almost half the year. It steals half of your year! Start watching in January and when you're done, blam! It's the end of May.
Talking about American Idol... KRIS WON. W00t! My parents were running around (not literally, they can't run anymore) singing Adam Lambert's praises while I harboured a secret notion that Kris Allen might just steal it from him. And I was right! Even though Amanda spoiled the results for me (sigh, this is the 2nd year in a row someone spoiled it for me), it was still the greatest finale I've seen.
Underdogs officially rule (sorry, Jai). Can I just say I absolutely loved Heartless and Ain't No Sunshine? He has this voice that just completely melts you. Simon Cowell's face when Ryan announced Kris' name was just so priceless.
Char, we'll give you a makeover so your hair won't look like his anymore. And your face won't look like Mr. Chang's/Aaron Sia's. You'll be forever grateful to us, you know it.
It's Saturday (way to go, Captain Obvious). And a Formula 1 race weekend. And you know what that means: qualifying. We're finally in Monaco, where the Indian juju on Raikkonen courtesy of Adrian Sutil/Force India first began last year. Me and Ya Wen are hoping that one year will break the curse. But if you know anything about what's going on in Formula 1 these days, Indian juju is the least of our worries. Forza Ferrari.
On a more general, random note, I wanna to watch Angels and Demons. I came dangerously close to accidentally reading spoilers of it on Ya Wen's blog. Thanks a lot, Ya Wen. And I'm strangely addicted to Britney Spears songs. Which explains the background music. Even if you don't know the song, the voice has gotta be familiar.
P/S: I'm gonna try and link all of you who have gotten blogs or relocated since January, asap :)
Hello boys and girls, I'm back! After almost 6 months.
See, this was exactly what I was afraid of when I first started blogging again. That my lazy, procrastinating ass would just be too lazy to blog. Sorry for making you guys stare at the same layout, the same exact post and listen to the same annoying song for so many months. I swear on my Echelon wristband that it won't happen again. Empty promises.
I haven't worn that thing (my wristband) in quite a few months, actually. I've been totally neglecting anything even near Mars-related, and I feel bad about it. Jai, hunny, when you're done
Three words: I have broadband. Broadband. BROADBAND! Finally. No more using my phone as a modem. Freedom to blog (told ya), post at forums, upload photos, download songs and movies, watch videos, use Windows Live Messenger (I've been seriously deprived)!
The worst exams I've ever done in my life are over. Thank God. They gave me the most killer eyebags ever that I now have to recover from. I don't even want to think about what my marks will be like. I'll be glad for anything, even C's or D's, as long as I don't fail! I got back my Bio paper today. See for yourself.
I just managed an A2. Sad thing is, that's probably going to be the only A in my report book. This is bad.
Charlene's handiwork. If you can't see that, it says 'Mary Conception Callistus Tan Siunn Mann'. Go figure.
Mid-year exams are over which means half of Form 4 is over. It still feels like it's the beginning of the year to me, but somebody seems to have pressed the fast forward button on my life and suddenly it's almost June. And I just realized American Idol takes up almost half the year. It steals half of your year! Start watching in January and when you're done, blam! It's the end of May.
Talking about American Idol... KRIS WON. W00t! My parents were running around (not literally, they can't run anymore) singing Adam Lambert's praises while I harboured a secret notion that Kris Allen might just steal it from him. And I was right! Even though Amanda spoiled the results for me (sigh, this is the 2nd year in a row someone spoiled it for me), it was still the greatest finale I've seen.
Underdogs officially rule (sorry, Jai). Can I just say I absolutely loved Heartless and Ain't No Sunshine? He has this voice that just completely melts you. Simon Cowell's face when Ryan announced Kris' name was just so priceless.
Char, we'll give you a makeover so your hair won't look like his anymore. And your face won't look like Mr. Chang's/Aaron Sia's. You'll be forever grateful to us, you know it.
It's Saturday (way to go, Captain Obvious). And a Formula 1 race weekend. And you know what that means: qualifying. We're finally in Monaco, where the Indian juju on Raikkonen courtesy of Adrian Sutil/Force India first began last year. Me and Ya Wen are hoping that one year will break the curse. But if you know anything about what's going on in Formula 1 these days, Indian juju is the least of our worries. Forza Ferrari.
On a more general, random note, I wanna to watch Angels and Demons. I came dangerously close to accidentally reading spoilers of it on Ya Wen's blog. Thanks a lot, Ya Wen. And I'm strangely addicted to Britney Spears songs. Which explains the background music. Even if you don't know the song, the voice has gotta be familiar.
P/S: I'm gonna try and link all of you who have gotten blogs or relocated since January, asap :)
Monday, May 18, 2009
I need...
a digital camera. Really badly, cause I've been working, actually painting nearly everyday, and the only people that know that are the ones who come to my house. Trust me. June 5th. I'll be ready.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Why I thought I didn't like Lisa Kleypas OR Thank God for "Dreaming of You"
MIDNIGHT ANGEL - from 1995.
Not finished with it yet, but WOW. How things change in ten + years.
This books features:
a Russian princess falsely accused of murdering her fiance,
who fakes her death and escapes to England,
finds cover as a governess,
to an older and very arrogant Marquis,
with a hook for a hand,
oh, and the murdered fiance's bloodthirsty brother is seeking revenge.
Yeah, that's a lot of plot devices there.
Also, the hero lost his hand in a fire, so unless that mother fucker kills the bad guy with it, I call bull shit!
Not finished with it yet, but WOW. How things change in ten + years.
This books features:
a Russian princess falsely accused of murdering her fiance,
who fakes her death and escapes to England,
finds cover as a governess,
to an older and very arrogant Marquis,
with a hook for a hand,
oh, and the murdered fiance's bloodthirsty brother is seeking revenge.
Yeah, that's a lot of plot devices there.
Also, the hero lost his hand in a fire, so unless that mother fucker kills the bad guy with it, I call bull shit!
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