Eve Summers's Blog, page 7

Something different

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130
by William Shakespeare)
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.(Many people believe this is an expression of true love: the opposite of blind, the opposite of flattering, the opposite of false compare. Personally, I'd be glad to receive a little bit of fake gold dusting on a love poem. What do you think?)

RWNZ 2015 Conference

The lovely Candace Havens

Excited...

... about the Romance Writers NZ conference starting tomorrow. 3 days of workshops and netowrking over morning tea that somebody else prepared and that somebody else would clean up.

Bliss!

After the Crash

After the Crash by Michel Bussi is an unusual love story.

On the night of 22 December 1980, a plane crashes on the Franco-Swiss border and is engulfed in flames. 168 out of 169 passengers are killed instantly. The miraculous sole survivor is a three-month-old baby girl. Two families, one rich, the other poor, step forward to claim her, sparking an investigation that will last for almost two decades. Is she Lyse-Rose or Emilie?

_ how to detox a cracked relationship _

do not dwell on the pastdo not divulge present sinsadmit nothing in future
let your anger be a tortoiselet your passion be a hare(and may the true winner win)
design date nightsand plan your exit
just in case

Thursday's Child by Nicci French

Thursday's Child  (also "Thursday's Children") by Nicci French is the fourth novel in the psychotherapist Frieda Klein series, after Blue Monday, Tuesday's Gone and Waiting for Wednesday.

A psychological thriller is an unlikely genre for a love story, and yet I've come to enjoy Frieda's emotional life's trials and tribulations. Not a romance series by any means, but a love story nonetheless.

Titanic (the version with Leo and Kate)

Still the best love story ever.

The Horse Dancer

I'm one of those rare girls who aren't into ponies. Never been. Took a few riding lessons as an adult, fell off at the first jump, rode some more until my instructor got bored. In principle, I love the idea of riding on the beach, but in practice sitting on the beach with a good book and a cocktail is simply more me.

And so "The Horse Dancer" by JoJo Moyes held no immediate appeal. Full credit to the author for making me stick with the book and eventually fall in love with the characters, including the horse.

Top 5 Places To ...

Have you ever done it in an aeroplane? In a train? On a boat?

(This reminds me of a Dr Seuss book, Green Eggs And Ham, the part when it goes: "Would you, could you, on a boat?")

Here are my 5 memorable locations and/or wishful thinking places (I will admit nothing online):

aeroplanein the rainscuba divingin a busy parking lotunder a card tableFantasy? Fiction? If you read Sweet Somethings you might find out.

Top 5 Love Songs of the 1980s

Who wants to live forever - QueenI want to know what love is - Foreigner (I stole this title for a short story in Sweet Somethings)Careless Whisper - George MichaelHello - Lion RichieI just called to say I love you - Stevie WonderPhew! It was difficult to do just 5. Where's Paul and Elton? Jennifer, Cindy, Bonnie, Tina? What about Chess?
This may be a recurring blog. LOL.