Sunday, June 29, 2014

Book Review - A Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux

A Knight in Shining ArmorA Knight in Shining Armor by Jude Deveraux

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I just finished reading this last night, for the second time! The first time I read this was years ago, soon after it was released. It was the first Jude Deveraux I read and I was enchanted by it. This time as well, I enjoyed it and yet it was harder for me to have patience with the main character in the beginning. Even so, Jude Deveraux is a very talented writer and kept my interest firmly in hand so it didn't matter. I couldn't stray even if I tried. There was one other thing that wasn't quite answered, but it didn't stop me from being enthralled by the characters and their story. One think I like about JD is she puts in just enough detail to make things interesting without pulling you out of the story. I recommend this to anyone who likes romance with a bit of a twist.A Knight in Shining Armor



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Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Romance - June Blog Hop



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Dreams and Kisses
He lay near the road, a bright splotch of red upon the long thick grasses, eyes closed with a smile upon his face as he basked in the full sunshine of the day. His hands lay clasped, fingers entwined over his uniformed stomach.

Oh, to know such peace, Lila thought gazing at him from the coach as he opened his eyes and sat up, quickly, but not with worry. No, his smile said he knew he could be in trouble and could care less. Lila’s breath caught in her throat. She recognized him. She leaned forward toward the window. "Leave him be."

"He’s a soldier and obviously not where he's supposed to be." Madame Fletcher, Lila’s chaperone, didn’t tolerate laziness in anyone, especially someone beneath her, someone who was paid to work,

even if he was a soldier, even though she herself lived on the charity of family.


"Everyone deserves a few moments to enjoy a day such as this, Madame," Lila said, but noticed no one took heed of her words. The coachmen forced the poor man up onto the back of the coach. They would lock him up while they checked his leave. Lila almost smiled. A man arrested for enjoying a beautiful day.

The coach stopped in front of the hotel Lila used whenever she performed in this town. She rushed from the coach first, ignoring her chaperone's call to return as she ran to watch the man being taken into the building across the street. Inside, she rushed toward the door beginning to close behind the young man. "I need to see this soldier," she demanded.

"Mademoiselle Lila, you man not—" started her coachman.

"Yes, I may. Do not stop me and do not come in. I need to see him alone." Before he could lock the door, she shoved past the coachman, entered and quickly closed it behind her. Madame Fletcher protested from the other side but Lila didn’t care. Knowing Madame Fletcher would force her way in if she could, Lila made swift work of the two locks as her chaperone pounded on the door.

Mm Fletcher screeched, "Come out at once. This is outrageous—"

"I will not. Leave me alone. I need to speak to this man and there is nothing you can do about it."  Sometimes, though rarely, it paid to be a diva. Lila stared at the locks, hoping they would hold. Their age gave her no assurance of strength, if sufficiently pressed.

Lila turned. The room was large and bare with a smaller room attached to the left. The young man looked in askance of her, as he stood clothed in his red uniform, blondish hair and heavenly blue eyes. She had not been wrong. She had seen him before, in the one special dream. All she needed now was to hear him speak and she would know if she were a fool, or the happiest woman on earth. Even if they tried to keep her from him, to know he truly existed would help when the time came to reveal, and fight, for her choice.

"By what honor," he began. Yes, she thought. His voice matched the one in her dream.

"By mine," she answered and touched him lightly on his arm. "Please come with me just for a moment. We have so little time." In the smaller room she faced him. She stepped to him and threaded her arms round his neck. "Please, hold me. Kiss me. Please."

She pressed his lips with her own and felt his resistance. "Please there is no time for politeness, oh please…" He gazed into her eyes, which beseeched him to listen, to give her what she asked. Lila leaned her body against the length of his as if to touch as much of him as possible.

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He leaned down and kissed her then, a real kiss, a full kiss and his arms encircled her. He held her closer, in answer to her need. She reluctantly broke the kiss as her hands moved to hold his face. Lila stared into him, memorizing every part of his beauty. His carefree manner disappeared. His lips enveloped hers again and again. "I love you,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t have said such, but I mightn’t have another chance." He held her as if life were about to end and he needed to end it with her.

The door crashed in. They took her away, but she didn’t scream or cry, only stared back at him, standing there. “I have dreamed of you,” he said.

“As I have of you,” she replied. His soft eyes didn’t leave hers until she was gone.

Lila ignored her sputtering chaperone and ran up the stairs past her rooms, to the roof. She would dress shortly, but before she performed tonight she needed... She pushed through the laundered sheets drying on the roof until she could see across the street. She waited. She hoped he had not been taken away. Then, as she turned to leave, her time almost up, he ran across the roof opposite hers, coming quickly to the edge searching, she knew, for her. She ran toward him. “Here, I am here.” Her eyes met his across the empty space between them.

“As am I,” he said. He bowed and blew her a kiss, a gentle smile playing upon his beguiling mouth. Nothing more was said. Lila backed away, her lips and body still tingling from his touch. She had found her mate this day and tonight she would sing it to the world. She would sing for him. If her audiences thought she could sing before, tonight would show them the diva she truly was. She had dreamed a dream, and now it had come true.

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Monday, June 16, 2014

Book Review - Desert Flower by Waris Dirie and Cathleen Miller

Desert Flower: The Extraordinary Journey of a Desert NomadDesert Flower: The Extraordinary Journey of a Desert Nomad by Waris Dirie

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I started this book when I went to bed last night and finished it around 3:30 this morning. I've owned it for a few months having bought it after seeing something about Waris Dirie on the internet. I am glad she told her story and hope that her allowing the world into her private life will benefit those she told the story for, other women all over the world who not only try to succeed in their lives, but also live where FGM is an "accepted" occurrence, a part of their "religious" beliefs. I say it like that because it is so VERY clear that this is only one of many ways MEN have developed to make sure they are not only the true father of their children, but that they get the most out of sexual experiences regardless of how the damage their women or how their women feel. Waris explains the culture so well that one feels not only her pain, but her sympathy and love for her parents who she views as victims as much as she was/is. I love the rawness of her telling of the story. She doesn't make excuses just tells the story from the only point of view she can, hers. Her story might be unique, but not really if one looks the world over. There are strong, dedicated, vibrant women everywhere and they help this world tick, even if they are mutilated and made to feel inferior. Yep. She really touched me with her passion and real-ness. I recommend this to anyone who wants to better understand the world around them, with all its faults and beauty. Waris Dirie, Cathleen Miller



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Friday, June 13, 2014

A Book Review - An Autobiography by Agatha Christie

An AutobiographyAn Autobiography by Agatha Christie

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


An AutobiographyI just finished this last night. It gave me so much to think about. Agatha Christie is such an icon that one hates to think to write a review about something as close to her heart as her autobiography is/was. I found it interesting reading most of the time. She, as she does so well, set scenes beautifully, gave the feeling of being there and it was all easy to imagine. I really enjoyed getting to know what she thought of her own life, and reading of her adventures, of which she had MANY. I wonder if nowadays she would be published if she were just starting because the way she started was so different from how it happens now. Her tolerance of pain was remarkable and the fact she wasn't educated in schools was a stunning revelation to me. Basically she was home schooled and I enjoyed reading about her relationship with her mother. Though she doesn't get "emotional" or let us in very deep with her autobiography, she does give us an idea of what she must have been like. She doesn't make any reference to the "disappearance" which I basically expected, but it would have been nice to have her do so. She does write about a novel she wrote about a woman basically disappearing for a few days and it made me wonder if this was deliberate on her part as an allusion to her own mysterious disappearance. She gave me some things to think about on writing and I've finished this book with a sense of wishing it wasn't over yet. If you like anything Agatha Christie, I recommend this autobiography.



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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Timeline by Michael Crichton - Review

TimelineTimeline by Michael Crichton

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Fast and easy read. I love novels with this kind of "time travel" topic and Michael Crichton's writing is always "easy" to read. He's clear, not "wordy" and keeps you interested in the story. This one had very engaging characters, of which he is a master. Not too in depth but likable, they grow on you if he wants them to and you hate them if he wants you to do that as well. I like the idea of the past being accessible even if he does a good job of not making it sound ideal! I would recommend this novel to MC fans, to thriller lovers, and to history buffs and those who like anything French.
  Timeline by Michael Crichton




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Wednesday, June 04, 2014

Dedication - IWSG Wednesday


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Today I write about having my dedication tested. Yes, I made goals and figured out how much I need to do each day to achieve those goals, and I committed to a game plan for June.
Now, throw in an emergency appendectomy last Tuesday (the ER was a whole twelve hour saga in itself). We were on our way back from a wonderful vacation with our kids and our daughter’s soon to be in-laws in Ohio (a thirteen hour drive on a good day), when, about six hours from home complete and utter pain hit like a storm and never let up. So glad it waited till the vacation was over! Grrrr.  
Least gross image of normal appendix.
I’m finding, as I sit here on my couch, or lay in my bed, or walk slowly around my house, that my body is not the problem as far as taking it easy goes. My body is doing well letting me know my limits and what it will not tolerate. It’s my head. It’s my eyes roaming over all the things I “need to get done” that have been put aside, first for vacation (nine days) then for operation (three days) and now for healing (six weeks!!!!!!!!!!). Yes, of course I know I need to heal. Yes I know that this too shall pass and if I don’t allow my body the time it needs I will regret it in the most horrible manner. Just tell this to my head. Please, tell my head not to stress. I don’t need to cry and worry. I don’t need to be super human right now. I need to heed the calm, listen to the wise voice saying it’s okay to not work right now. I need to banish Demon Guilt sitting on my shoulder telling me not to be a wimp. Get a grip. Buck up. Just thinking of fighting with him is tiring my already tired self.

So, I’ve decided that I will write this blog post and arrange a new schedule for June. Tomorrow my post will go live and I will visit others from the IWSG and derive inspiration. I will commit to doing one thing each day until I can do two. Then I will commit to doing three things until I can do four. In this way I hope to keep Demon Guilt at bay while also allowing my stress level to stay even and calm. Dedication to my vocation is only topped by dedication to my healthy self, as it should be. I’m thinking that by listening and dedicating myself to healing, by the time July comes around I’ll be letting you know what I was able to accomplish this month. Wish me luck.


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