Pagan Taupe leans suavely against a mouse cage, tilting it and forcing the mouse in the wheel to cling for dear life. He's wearing a crisp taupe suit,
Pagan Taupe leans suavely against a mouse cage, tilting it and forcing the mouse in the wheel to cling for dear life. He's wearing a crisp taupe suit, but the jacket is open, and my eyes drift to the T-shirt beneath. It reads: I LIKE MY WOMEN LIKE I LIKE MY COFFEE...GROUND UP AND IN THE FREEZER.
His gaze dips from my face to my collarbone, then lower. His eyes devour my body like I'm a sundae slathered in slut sauce.
When Pagan and I climb into the rickshaw he seems preoccupied, and withdrawn. finally he turns to me, and with solemn eyes he asks, "Penny for your thoughts?" And then it just kind of bursts out of me. "I had a dream last night where we were both old and wearing matching kitten sweaters and sitting on a porch like the couple in the Country Time Lemonade commercials. It was really beautiful. And then your head just exploded. Like a pumpkin." He stares at me a long time. "I want my penny back."
I sigh and decide to start the day as I always do: by ignoring the five billion glaring warning signs that Pagan Taupe is not, and will never be, good husband material. But on an episode of Real Housewives I saw a woman that had a full pedicure salon in her house, and you don't get an in-house pedicure salon staffed with frightened Vietnamese chicks by nabbing an Applebee's assistant manager. The way I figure it, I'm slowly earning a permanent place in this mansion with every thermometer, Barbie doll, flashlight, beanie baby, golf club, guinea pig, and light bulb that's slipped into my rectum.
YES, the entire book is like that.
If you have a sick sense of humor, this is the book for you.
If you think that American Psycho is the finest comedy ever to be filmed, this book is for you. ...more
This did absolutely nothing to satisfy my good-looking Catholic priest fetish that I acquired from reading The Thorn Birds. Uh, not that I had expecteThis did absolutely nothing to satisfy my good-looking Catholic priest fetish that I acquired from reading The Thorn Birds. Uh, not that I had expected it to....more
In response to an article in The Economist that said how Hilary Mantel was like the first writer who wrote a a novel about the Tudors that was not a bIn response to an article in The Economist that said how Hilary Mantel was like the first writer who wrote a a novel about the Tudors that was not a bodice ripper, Margaret George was like, "uh, what? Hello? I write historical fiction that are not bodice rippers. Have done so for more than 2 decades. um, not that there's anything wrong with bodice rippers."
Anyway. It was interesting to read a novel about Elizabeth I on the later years of her life, starting from the first Armada and focusing greatly on her relationship with Robert Devereaux, the earl of Essex, rather than a young Elizabeth and her dramatic struggles (with Mary Tudor, Thomas Seymour, Mary Stuart, Robert Dudley, etc etc). After all, England's golden period of art and culture occurred in the later years of Elizabet's reign and it was fun to see Shakespeare and John Donne take part in the story. I did like the alternating narrative between Elizabeth and Lettice Knollys which gave you differing perspectives on the same situations. I can't really say this was my favorite book by Margaret George (one of my favorite historical fiction writers, actually) - that slot belongs to Mary Queen of Scotland The Isles, nor was it my least favorite (Mary Called Magdalene), but it was a good, long, meaty (mmmmeaty) read that I enjoyed heartily. ...more