Unknowingly, I've read this earlier in 2008. I had no idea, since Amanda Quick's covers and titles have a striking resemblance. Titles are one word, aUnknowingly, I've read this earlier in 2008. I had no idea, since Amanda Quick's covers and titles have a striking resemblance. Titles are one word, and cover is one-colored too, but in different shades and featuring an object.
The title and characters were a little forgotten to me, however, the story and plot are etched in my cranium.
As I flip the pages, I begin to become immersed in a different world, pleasant and achingly familiar, however I do not drown, for romances as sweet as this could sustain my survival.
Bones and fossils. Imagine creepy skulls, teeth, toes and femurs stuck on a stone wall and being freed by our odd heroine, Harriet Pomoroy. Bones and fossils do not scare her. She is considered a spinster, for she is 25 years of age. She has no interest in marriage, for only fossils catch her attention. And perhaps the Beast of Blackthorne Hall.
Gideon St. Justin, is our battered hero. Being the second son, he was least favorite of his parents. Has a terrible scar on his face. Has gained reputation of "Beast of Blackthorne Hall". Is believed to have compromised fiancee, the daughter of Reverend Ruston, Dierdre, who have committed suicide after allegedly being dropped by Gideon after discovering she is with child. His reputations is also tarnished to shreds. And is feared by all. Except Harriet.
Harriet and Gideon are an odd couple. They never fit in normal society. However, they no doubt belong in each others arms. Despite the world being against them, they manage to fight all odds, since loving each other is as inevitable as the dawn.
BTW, this book is not just a wonderful story that would make you smile. It is also educational.
One could learn a lot from Harriet's archeological skills. However, the best of her lessons that I would keep in mind, is a practical lesson & being non fossil related, is this:
INTENSE. Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is filled with intense dialogue and intense emotions and left me filled with intense wanting of more HeathclINTENSE. Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is filled with intense dialogue and intense emotions and left me filled with intense wanting of more Heathcliff and Catherine and intense regret that there is no more.
Wuthering Heights could be a tedious read, but once you get accustomed to Emily Brontë’s style, I bet one would find this an absolutely dark but moving tale of love and revenge.
The tale starts in 1801, in the eyes of Mr. Lockwood, a tenant occupying Thrushcross Grange. He decides to call upon the owner of the property, which is Mr. Heathcliff. Mr. Lockwood, is in no way treated like a guest. One night, when Mr. Lockwood was feeling ill, he seeks the company of Ellen Dean, and there starts a long narrative of life and death, love and betrayal by how it was witnessed by Ellen Dean.
Her narrations get interesting at the point where Mr. Earnshaw brought home a dirty, ragged, black haired child, of whom they named Heathcliff. He wasn’t readily accepted by Mr. Earnshaw’s wife and children, but later on, Catherine had been his very close and inseparable friend.
Let me point out that Heathcliff and Catherine’s devotion to each other is astounding and bitter and maddening in a thousand different ways, but it is also touching and heart wrenching in a thousand different ways; but let me point a few:
(1) Catherine was willing to marry Edgard Linton whom she claims to love because of his riches and good looks, but she has a deeper purpose and let me quote:
'I was only going to say that heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy. That will do to explain my secret, as well as the other. I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven; and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low, I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now; so he shall never know how I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same; and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.'
‘..if you are his choice, he'll be the most unfortunate creature that ever was born! As soon as you become Mrs. Linton, he loses friend, and love, and all! Have you considered how you'll bear the separation, and how he'll bear to be quite deserted in the world? Because, Miss Catherine - '
'He quite deserted! we separated!' she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. 'Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen: for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff. Oh, that's not what I intend - that's not what I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs. Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime. Edgar must shake off his antipathy, and tolerate him, at least. He will, when he learns my true feelings towards him. Nelly, I see now you think me a selfish wretch; but did it never strike you that if Heathcliff and I married, we should be beggars? whereas, if I marry Linton I can aid Heathcliff to rise, and place him out of my brother's power.'
(2) They’re one.
What were the use of my creation, if I were entirely contained here? My great miseries in this world have been Heathcliff's miseries, and I watched and felt each from the beginning: my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and HE remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it. - My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I AM Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
(3) They say true love is unselfish, but I believe otherwise.
Heathcliff, if I dare you now, will you venture? I’ll keep you, I’ll not lie there by myself; they may bury me twelve feet deep, and throw the church down over me, but I won’t rest till you are with me. I never will!
'I wish I could hold you,' she continued, bitterly, 'till we were both dead! I shouldn't care what you suffered. I care nothing for your sufferings. Why shouldn't you suffer? I do! Will you forget me? Will you be happy when I am in the earth? Will you say twenty years hence, "That's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw? I loved her long ago, and was wretched to lose her; but it is past. I've loved many others since: my children are dearer to me than she was; and, at death, I shall not rejoice that I are going to her: I shall be sorry that I must leave them!" Will you say so, Heathcliff?'
(4) They’re conscious on their effect on each other.
'You suppose she has nearly forgotten me?' he said. 'Oh, Nelly! you know she has not! You know as well as I do, that for every thought she spends on Linton she spends a thousand on me! At a most miserable period of my life, I had a notion of the kind: it haunted me on my return to the neighbourhood last summer; but only her own assurance could make me admit the horrible idea again. And then, Linton would be nothing, nor Hindley, nor all the dreams that ever I dreamt. Two words would comprehend my future - DEATH and HELL: existence, after losing her, would be hell. Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine. If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him. Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse. It is not in him to be loved like me: how can she love in him what he has not?'
(5) They can’t live without one another.
'Are you possessed with a devil,' he pursued, savagely, 'to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded in my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?'
'May she wake in torment!' he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. 'Why, she's a liar to the end! Where is she? Not THERE - not in heaven - not perished - where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer - I repeat it till my tongue stiffens - Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living; you said I killed you - haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!'
Okay, I think I should stop before I quote the whole book.
There’s a lot going on in this book. Not just Catherine and Heathcliff. There’s more, but I’ve spoiled your fun just enough so I really will stop.
I do have to admit that I failed to understand 100% of the entire book. But if its any consolation, I understood most parts, but despite that, this book is now one of my favorites ♥ ...more
Unfortunately, even history itself is flawed. How nice it would be to learn of truths, but nothing is as accurate as the moment itself.
The Other BoleyUnfortunately, even history itself is flawed. How nice it would be to learn of truths, but nothing is as accurate as the moment itself.
The Other Boleyn Girl is an absolutely enchanting world weaved by Philippa Gregory. It is fiction based on history. The plot is beautiful and solid, despite the deceit and treachery interlaced in every page of the book. But it was a wonderful journey nonetheless.
Everything was told by the eyes of the other Boleyn girl, Mary Boleyn. But don't be fooled. It isn't exactly her story alone, but the story of entire England.
Mary Boleyn was the youngest of the Boleyn sisters, however, she managed to marry first. With her youthful charm, she caught the eye of King Henry VIII, and managed to become "THE Boleyn girl", with whom the king was enamored himself.
But even the greatest of the stars manage to loose their luster and fail to shine their brightest.
This was when Anne Boleyn, the oldest, smartest and most cunning of the Boleyns, entered the scene, and strategized to capture the King's eye. Mary is at first jealous, but seeing the life of Anne, who had everything she ever wanted, slowly loose her grip of real happiness, Mary manages to sail (or rather ride on a horse) towards the man who loves her, Sir William Stafford, and manages to find genuine love that the court could never offer.
At first, everything was going Anne's way. But despite Anne's wit and charm, everything turned sour after her inability to give the king a son.
Anne, after trying to shine her brightest, still struggled to shine even brighter, however, her shine was cut short. Her shine ended by the sword of an executioner.
I loved the story, however the lack of stars could be explained by my loyalty to Queen Anne Boleyn. My loyalty may be centuries late, but I refuse to think of dear Anne Boleyn as the villain, and point all the blame, and all my fingers to the real villain, the king. He is fickle minded and a philanderer, and only his title saved him from punishment. (Okay, my head could nearly be as cut off as Anne if I lived in their times).
However, it doesn't matter, for it is all in the past. No one has the full story. We may have glimpses, but never the entire, real story.
All I would like to think that Anne's reward for all the mistreatment she so ill-deserved was that her daughter, Queen Elizabeth I, has managed to become the greatest queen, England has ever had :)...more
”The night is just beginning. And I am going to love you for a long time.” -Sebastian St. Vincent to Evangeline Jenner
“My Kleypas experience is just
”The night is just beginning. And I am going to love you for a long time.” -Sebastian St. Vincent to Evangeline Jenner
“My Kleypas experience is just beginning. And I am going to love you for a long time.” - Jasmin to Lisa Kleypas
Devil in Winter, third book of the Wallflower series, is everything I have dreamed of plus so much more. Lisa Kleypas made me fall in love with a conscienceless, dangerous and incorrigible rake, named Sebastian St. Vincent. In the previous book, It Happened One Autumn, I’ve hated St. Vincent so much that I wanted to pluck his eyes out. He was morally corrupt, that I thought there was no way of rescuing him. But I was wrong. Evangeline Jenner, of all the wallflowers, the girl who couldn’t even utter a sentence without stuttering, managed to do it. She managed to give salvation to St. Vincent’s corrupted soul.
What more could I add that hasn't been said yet? The love story is so beautiful that a number of adjectives still wouldn't give it justice. And the friendship between the wallflowers is astounding.
But if there's one thing this book taught me, it's that reformed rakes make the best of husbands....more
Preparations necessary when reading When He Was Wicked:
Materials needed: bucket of ice -to douse the heat handkerchief -to wipe off the sweat blood pressPreparations necessary when reading When He Was Wicked:
Materials needed: bucket of ice -to douse the heat handkerchief -to wipe off the sweat blood pressure cuff and heart rate monitor -to monitor if your BP and pulse are still in safe levels guardian angel -to prevent infection of wickedness optional: handcuffs -to prevent being wicked sedative -to reduce excitement
Preferential reading temperature: 20° or lower -things can get hot
Precautions: (1) Breathe slowly. (Especially when approaching Chapter 17) (2) Stay away from coffee. (to minimize levels of stress) (3) Don't forget to breathe. (I must put emphasis on breathing) (4) Don't forget it is Julia Quinn who created WHWW (5) At this point, a sedative might come in handy.
Alternative titles for the book (1)When Julia Quinn Was Wicked (2)Read If You Want to Get Wicked
Additional words of advice: Get your hands on this book now and witness how Julia Quinn becomes wicked. Also, wickedness is infectious, so caution is needed to not catch it.
I liked the book, but I certainly didn't love it enough to give it five stars. But I have to admit that I enjoyed it in a certain extent. And fine, II liked the book, but I certainly didn't love it enough to give it five stars. But I have to admit that I enjoyed it in a certain extent. And fine, I became teary eyed in a few parts.
It's a nice read, but there were a lot of parts in the book that were "Fillers" or rather unnecessary and were just there to make the book even longer. Or rather, similar to what I'm doing, which is beating around the bush.
I never really enjoyed Western romances, and I have to admit that I was disappointed that this wasn't a historical romance set in England. I seem to enjoy those historical romances most, but set aside, I enjoyed this one. Plus there was England in here. I love England. And this book showed me extreme differences of living in England and in America in the past, and made me realize that America would be the most logical place to live in, in the past if I wasn't black.
However, this book is a romantic one. It could make your heart yearn for a love like Mary Rose and Cole. And indeed make you wish you could find one. ♥...more
Shakespeare IS Shakespeare. His works are considered literary masterpieces.
William Shakespeare is regarded as the greatest writer in the English lang
Shakespeare IS Shakespeare. His works are considered literary masterpieces.
William Shakespeare is regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist. He is often called England's national poet..
The fact is almost irrefutable. I repeat. ALMOST
It is because I, choose to disagree.
Don’t get me wrong. Yes, William Shakespeare is a brilliant playwright. The dialogues are wonderful! The plot is breathtaking! Well, if that’s the case, then what the hell is my problem?
Oh my! Is it just me? But why are the characters so dumb, umm, unlikable?
I remember when I was young, being around a flock of growing female adolescents, muttering phrases almost the same as this: Where can I find my Romeo? I think at some point I said that too. I’ve watched the movie. I've studied it in high school. I've watched a play of it. It was good. But now that I’ve grown, I couldn’t see the point. Why? Why is Romeo considered an epitome of a woman’s perfect man? How did it come to that point? Romeo became slang for perfect man. Even the dictionary almost says so:
Ro•me•o (rōˈmē-ōˌ) noun pl. Romeos Ro•me•os A man who is devoted to lovemaking or the pursuit of love.
But really? Having read this, I could only think of dear Romeo as a shallow witted creature. He was in love with Rosaline, that he was so weary and almost suicidal. But just as he sees Juliet’s fair beauty, he has a sudden change of heart. And when I say sudden, I mean really abrupt. Hmm, do girls really want that? Okay, so Rosaline was a nun, but still, wouldn’t we want our men to grieve for the loss of us even just a little longer? Yes, Romeo has the sweetest lines ever. But in our Filipino language, he’s a BOLERO! BTW, bolero is a guy that says incredibly sweet compliments which aren’t necessarily true. That’s what Romeo is.
Oh Juliet. Do you think you have evaded my watchful eye and criticism? Hell, no! Juliet, you are a flirt. You’re talking about marriage just after the second meeting? And the second meeting was less than hours after the first. I’m no nonbeliever of love at first sight, but hey sister, you could have at least thought a little more about it. At the tender age of thirteen, Juliet already longs to be touched intimately.
lovers can see to do their amorous rights
THIRTEEN. Oh my, thirteen! When I was thirteen, I wasn’t even thinking of kissing yet. But she was way ahead, thinking of more. Is Juliet thinking about sex or what? Or is it just me? Am I really just green minded too much to think of “amorous rights” as sex?
Oh my. Truly, Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy.
Oh thy wrinkles! Thee appear on thy forehead This book hath denied me my youth And I’d rather eat my foot Than read this another bout!
Well, aside from the wrinkles part, it’s a tragedy that the characters weren’t any smarter. And that they roamed the streets with swords. Them without swords would have saved us from a lot of trouble.
Anyway, I gave it three stars still, which feels generous of me. I couldn't give it anything less, since I feel like I'm being sacrilegious if its merely two....more
"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew th"I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, or the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that it had begun."
This was Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy's reply when Ms. Elizabeth Bennet asked him when he fell in love with her.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen had put my left out dictionary into good use. I have to admit, I was very slow in the first pages, however, nearing the end, I was like a driver going at 100mph, eager to reach the finish line.
At the first pages, I have to admit I was frustrated, for Jane Austen had called her characters Miss Bennet, and I must duly mention that there are five Miss Bennets. And the use of various nicknames, confused me more. I thought Elizabeth and Eliza and Lizzy are different persons. So, I put a book guide into good use as well.
I must also mention my despise of Mrs. Bennet. I hated her more than anyone in this novel. She has no talent in being a mother whatsoever and have no notions of leading her daughters in the right path. The only thing that matters to her is the marrying of her five daughters. After the misfortune of Lydia running away with Wickham, she was frivolous as to forget the elopement as soon as news of marriage were ensued. She considered the hunting for a wedding gown, the most of her problems. I've never seen a woman as fickle-minded as her and no one as blinded to riches than her. Nor do I have a desire to meet one.
Lydia Bennet, is another matter. She is selfish and insensitive as anyone can get. I have to mention this, to unload the hatred in my chest.
How Jane and Elizabeth turned out to be well bred is a wonder, considering the type of mother they are born with.
But enough of what I hate of the book, because it will soon be forgotten, and all but the love of Mr Darcy for Elizabeth would remain.
This is a genuine love story. I've fallen in love with Mr Darcy. He wanted to change his ways for his beloved Elizabeth. He helped her in so many ways and he needed no credit for it. For him, it was enough that he knew he helped her. He also hid his love for her for so long, its endearing.
No part of the book was useless. All were vital for the fruition of Mr Darcy and Ms Bennett's love story. As you go deeper in the book, all pieces come together, like a puzzle, slowly making meaning.
Indeed, Ms. Elizabeth Bennet is lucky, to have loved and to be loved in return. Despite the troubles their love had to endure, it was victor in the end. ♥ ...more
Flaws. That’s what this book has. It is indeed not perfect. But I have loved it with sheer perfection.
The plot was spectacular and I felt the characteFlaws. That’s what this book has. It is indeed not perfect. But I have loved it with sheer perfection.
The plot was spectacular and I felt the characters come alive, right before my very eyes. Yes, there are things I don’t agree with (such as the violence and the pain), but those moments of doubt made me certain that this book was more real. Even fairy tales isn’t just full of dreams and fluffy stuff, it has its fire breathing dragons or a wicked stepmother to slay, before it reaches the conclusion of a happily ever after. But the thing is, it wasn’t actually them coming alive, because they already were. It was me, hanging on the thin thread of life I barely had (my life depended on finishing this story, I might be exaggerating, but that was what I felt of in the moment), being transported to Scotland, back in time, to the 17th century.
Claire Beauchamp Randall, a nurse in 1945, is enjoying another honeymoon with Frank Randall, a soldier of the WWII. Her husband, being quite scholarly, joined her to take a visit at Craigh na Dun. The standing stones were actually a portal of some sort, where Claire was making random motions in the circle, was suddenly transported back in time, to 1943. She has a disastrous encounter with an English captain, Jonathan Randall, her husband’s ancestor and complete look-a-like, but complete opposite, wherein Frank was kind and the captain vicious. She is then saved, or rather abducted, by the Scots.
Claire is hauled against her will to Castle Leoch, land of the MacKenzie’s, not as a prisoner, but as a “guest” and becomes a physician. Dougal MacKenzie (brother of laird) brings her along to the towns to collect rent. Claire, hastily obliged, seeing this as an opportunity to go back to Craigh na Dun and go back to her own time, back to Frank. However, her plans were thwarted by Captain Randall. The captain, had a hold on Claire, since she was clearly English. So, Dougal, instead of turning her up to the English, had arranged a marriage of convenience, to the young laddie, Jamie Fraser. Claire, apparently left with no choice, marries Jamie and they inevitably fall in love with each other. Some people consider this adultery, and I am against it too, however, what are the chances that one would get sucked back in time and find true love there? I believe even the most saintly of women would find it difficult to deny themselves of a chance of true love.
Och, Jamie Fraser. I feel like swooning. Despite him hurting Claire (it was once, and he promised he would never do it again), he is a true blooded hero. At first, I thought this was simple infatuation, but as the sweet virginal man that he is, (yes, he was a virgin before he married Claire. Claire deflowered him LOL) I could not help but fall in love with him. And I would like to quote him at his most memorable:
After Jamie knew of the truth of Claire coming from the present, he brought Claire back to Craigh na Dun, so that she could go back to her first husband Frank, and when Claire decided to say, this is what Jamie said: “I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday, not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I’d be strong enough to send ye away. I said, “Lord, if I’ve never had courage in my life before, let me have it now. Let me be brave enough not to fall on my knees and beg her to stay.”
Jamie is also a man who keeps his word, and he promised this to Claire: “You werena the first lass I kissed, but I swear you’ll be the last.” Isn’t this what all the lassies want?
Jamie had though that Claire was barren. This is the conversation they had: ”Perhaps it’s as well,” Jamie said slowly, as though to himself. “What’s as well?” “That you’re barren.” He couldn’t see my face, buried in his chest, but he must have felt me stiffen. "Aye, I knew that long ago. Geillis Duncan told me, soon after we wed." He stroked my back gently. "I regretted it a bit at first, but then I began to think it was as well; living as we must, it would be verra difficult if you were to get with child. And now"—he shivered slightly—"now I think I am glad of it; I wouldna want ye to suffer that way." “I wouldn't mind," I said, after a long while, thinking of the rounded, fuzzy head and tiny fingers. "I would." He kissed the top of my head. "I saw Ian's face; it was like his own flesh was being torn, each time Jenny screamed." My arms were around him, stroking the ridged scars on his back. "I can bear pain, myself," he said softly, "but I couldna bear yours. That would take more strength than I have."
When Claire had said sorry for not trying to do better to salvage Jamie’s hand, and saw him crying, Jamie replied: “I was crying for joy, my Sassenach, and thanking God that I have two hands. That I have two hands to hold you with. To serve you with, to love you with. Thanking God, I am a whole man still, because of you.”
This book has plenty of climaxes. At some point I was already at Mount Everest, but reading further, this book only made me go higher, until I felt I was reaching for the moon (despite the lack of love scenes). The love scenes are almost non-existent, and I need words, for I take almost everything literally. The almost non-existent love scenes made me feel like I was blind and groping in the dark (since mostly I was just assuming). But it isn’t the love scenes that are touching. It is what they do before and after which is poignantly arousing.
It actually scares me to read books which I would rate with five stars. Reading books I could give 5 stars would raise my standards up a notch. But this book raised my standards by two flights of stairs.
But I would gladly do it again, to experience Scotland for more a time, for this was well worth everything ♥ ...more
Mischief by Amanda Quick is a fun book and I suggest you read it if you're looking for humor and romance interlaced, plus a little suspense and mysterMischief by Amanda Quick is a fun book and I suggest you read it if you're looking for humor and romance interlaced, plus a little suspense and mystery on the side, because this is exactly what you would get once you read this book.
Imogen Waterstone, the heroine, is old (considering England's standards in the past) and has a tarnished reputation (being seen in a bedchamber with Vanneck, the husband of her so-called best friend Lucy). So she's been shunned by "polite society" because of her disgrace and opted to discovering the mysteries of a lost civilization, "ZAMAR". Also, not being entirely convinced that her best friend Lucy commited suicide (after her being seen with Vanneck), she ultimately believed the notion that Lucy was murdered by no other than Vanneck. Imogen had concocted a silly plan of avenging Lucy with the help of Matthias Colchester, another devout of the Zamar civilization.
So with this, an entanglement of intrigue, lies and mischief will suffice, because everything is not as it seems.
The question is, will Imogen Waterstone survive? Or would her attraction to Matthias Colchester prove to be more deadly than she ever imagined? ♥...more