These books are the written form of crack. They offer no mental value, but provide a fix for whatever lapse in judgment prompts us to seek out such thThese books are the written form of crack. They offer no mental value, but provide a fix for whatever lapse in judgment prompts us to seek out such things - I blame my ovaries. Sometimes, a lady just needs to swoon by reading about fictional highlanders who worship the woman who loves him in a way I feel no flesh and blood man does/would. The story isn't half bad either. In fact, I much preferred this installment to the Highlander series to those that come after (keep in mind, you do not have to read them in order to appreciate or understand them). ...more
You Had Me At Hello accomplishes what the most inspiring and endearing Rom Com’s aspire to: relatability, charm and contemporary timelessness.
The booYou Had Me At Hello accomplishes what the most inspiring and endearing Rom Com’s aspire to: relatability, charm and contemporary timelessness.
The book begins in present day. Rachel, our narrator, is an early 30 something staffer on the cusp of ending her 13 year long relationship with her fiancé Rhys. Thru Rachel, we are introduced to Ben, our prospective love interest and protagonist. Ben is Rachel’s long lost best friend from uni days with whom she hasn’t spoken for the past decade. When Rachel’s best friend Caroline mentions seeing Ben at a local library, Rachel sets out to the local to encourage a “chance” encounter. What follows is a story, told via a present day setting, and thru flashbacks, about what comes to pass when you encounter a lost love after 10 years and a mixed bag of life decisions.
Equal parts humorous, nostalgic, and romantic, You Had Me At Hello is the kind of treasure I love to find. The dialog was witty and delightfully frank. If you somehow manage to read this little gem without being charmed by these characters, there may be something wrong with you. A certain re-read if ever there was one. ...more
Oh to be young and feel the thrill of experiencing love, lust and miscommunication for the first time. Bitterness hasn't taken hold, nor have the lessOh to be young and feel the thrill of experiencing love, lust and miscommunication for the first time. Bitterness hasn't taken hold, nor have the lessons learned from past mistakes as those mistakes have yet to happen. It's an awkward, exciting and vulnerable emotional/mental state...and it has the tendency to make us more than a little stupid. I'd like to say it gets better with age, but adulthood does not remedy the idiocy of love's keen sting.
The Infinite Moment of Us does a great job of displaying all the mental trials and emotional triumphs that coincide with falling in love for the first time, or even with someone new. It’s a quick read that personifies what it means to be young, in love, and full of hope.
I give extra points to Myracle for refusing to fade her scenes to black. The sex scenes are tastefully descriptive....more
Apparently I have a reading sickness that can only be assuaged by reading a series of books about time traveling highlanders. They truly are ridiculouApparently I have a reading sickness that can only be assuaged by reading a series of books about time traveling highlanders. They truly are ridiculous... And a great deal of fun to read with a good dose of steam thrown in for good measure. Better yet, you don't have to read them in any sort of order to make sense of them, so feel free to read which ever ones are available at the local library. Having said that, this installment marks the end of the series and having read Moning's fever series, you can certainly see how she attempted to set the stage for The inevitable crossover.
Thus far, dark highlander is still reigning supreme, but he could be dethroned by Daegus. Stay tuned to see if my leather loving highlander loses his crown. ...more
I must be going thru a smut phase, and Karen Marie Moning is a reliable source. Make no mistake, the Highlader does not in any way compare to her FeveI must be going thru a smut phase, and Karen Marie Moning is a reliable source. Make no mistake, the Highlader does not in any way compare to her Fever series; however, it provides a satisfying read and you can easily delve into the world without having read the other books within the series.
If you can look past the insta-devotion, survival instincts being construed as "fiery passion few possess" and the fact that our hunk has chosen a Highland Blacksmith as his chosen form (random much?), you should be able to enjoy this read easily enough....more
I reaped the benefit of a few years distance from this series, otherwise I imagine I would have struggled to make it thru this alleged final volume. TI reaped the benefit of a few years distance from this series, otherwise I imagine I would have struggled to make it thru this alleged final volume. The magic, and steaminess, of Bitten is long gone. In its place are overly complicated evil plots, a vast number of kidnappings, and a supernatural world that is at times, ridiculously overwhelming. Having said that, I couldn't not read the series finale, though I doubt the series will end here. Though that special something that appeared in earlier volumes no longer prevails, I have become incredibly fond of the characters, and I enjoyed seeing each of them achieve some sort of resolution. Granted that resolution was a sappy sweet happily ever after, but I would have been pissed if Armstrong forced her readers to read the demise of any of the characters they have come to love. All in all, it wasn't a bad way to spend a Sunday, and had this been the start of a series, and not the end of one, I would have rated it a notch higher. However, I'm holding firm to my 3 star rating, because I know Armstrong can do better. It appears her years writing YA has caused her to censor her adult works, which fills me with disappointment. Until next time Ms. Armstrong, and please, write in some steam...you're good at that....more
It's a rare book that can cause me to feel shame for reading it. 10 pages in, I knew pressing on could potentially cause my brain cells to atrophy. IIt's a rare book that can cause me to feel shame for reading it. 10 pages in, I knew pressing on could potentially cause my brain cells to atrophy. I can't say for sure if any of my brain matter truly did perish, but I'm going to partake in the Sunday Times crossword puzzle just in case. This was literally, the worst book I've ever bothered to finish.
Branded possesses all the self published fails. 1. Mary Sue who is insanely insipid but instantly adored....check 2. Insta love with a super rich, ridiculously handsome but oh some humble good guy....check 3. Grown adults sharing the same bed yet somehow refraining from acting on their sexual impulses....check (and boring given that I only read this garbage for the steam!) 4. Sappy, sugary sweet happy ending...check.
I had no intentions of reading The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender. I gave it a wide birth once I began reading its comparisons to One HI had no intentions of reading The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender. I gave it a wide birth once I began reading its comparisons to One Hundred Years of Solitude. I was not a fan of Marquez's most lauded work. While I found the concept intriguing, my interest waned as I slogged through seemingly endless amounts of description. It took me a year to finish. I was pretty pissed at myself for my stubborn refusal to cast it aside. I sold it to half priced books out of revenge. So why on earth would I endeavor to torment myself further by reading a YA version of the time suck?
Then, as luck would have it, my resolved weakened. It began with a yearning for a reading experience that was slightly out of the ordinary. One that would ward off boredom, while weaving its own brand of magic within my mind. I wanted to read a story with lovely, lyrical language, that told a tale of tragedy, and love. Courage,fear and heartbreak. I didn't desire a particular ending. It was the journey I craved. I found it in The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender.
Walton's debut reads like life. A life filled with tragedy, wistful bravery, love only plausible when you were untouched by heart break and chances that are recognized as miraculous to those who endeavor to earn back opportunities wasted in youth. These concepts would cause many of us to weep till our eyes bleed if it wasn't presented with a slight hint of implausibility. Que the magical realism. The tales of the Lavender women are wanderously devastating. They will also cause you to crave a puff pasty like no other. I say that last bit in all seriousness. Either read this book with a baquet, slice of brie and a glass of wine OR a latte and chocolate croissant. Otherwise you will surely regret it.
I always struggle with how to rate lady porn. Does giving a book within this category 4stars mean that it's a great work of fiction? Or does it mean iI always struggle with how to rate lady porn. Does giving a book within this category 4stars mean that it's a great work of fiction? Or does it mean it achieved it's desired effect pretty spectacularly? I'm going with the later.
I will state for posterity, this story is ridiculous. But lets be real, we don't read this garbage for the plot. Having said that, I do need my smut to have somewhat of a plausible and preferably concise plot in order to appreciate the smut scene(s).
This book possessed all my preferred elements. Seemingly sexually appealing guy: Check Somewhat believable scenario: Check (no cable guy fantasy gone wrong here ladies, this one is a fireman) Satisfying steam: Check, check and check Quick read:Check
Would I want to punch a guy like this in the face if he were real? absolutely. I don't like smug bastards in real life. But in lady porn, they get things done. :)