My Week: My Month: My excuse for being late with persona augustus Wendy-the-Super-Librarian’s TBR Challenge of ‘Something Different’: True Story. I did actually complete it though. Really Valancy? You broke your cardinal … Continue reading Something Different: Tangled Reins, Stephanie Laurens, (or 4 Georgette Heyers in 1…so maybe not REALLY that different…)
Urgh. I would just like to alert the judges to the fact that my reading month was TERRIBLE-AWFUL-NO-GOOD-HORRID. Where have all the good books gone???? I think they hide and … Continue reading Bingo @ BlueCastle, February (Or, 7 books that contributed to a new frown wrinkle on my forehead…*mutter mutter*)
A super quick mini review to satisfy Wendy the Superlative Librarian’s December’s TBR challenge (I can’t miss out a month — it would throw EVERYTHING out!) pulled from the depths … Continue reading A Christmas Journey, Anne Perry, (Did you notice that in the 12 days of Christmas no one mentions alcohol at all?? So why are they all still so cheerful…?!)
It has been one of THOSE months.
You know, the ones where each week is ascendingly more awful than the week preceding it, until you are at this zenith point of Terribleness, but there is nowhere escape and you think: yep, this is it. Hell has frozen over and I am just waiting for a nod from one of the four horseman before the End of Days is officially declared.
Yeah, one of those Novembers.
They say the first step to recovery is admitting it…so I am just going to come out and say it: this month was 31 consecutive days of over-reading, glomming and bingeing on authors that I insta-loved. In other words: single-author book bacchanalias.
That moment when post-filling your BINGO card, you realise the first 5 books you read this month made BINGO?
Yeah. Note to self: Be more Organised.
Anywhoo. This month’s BINGO; brought to us by the fabulously sagacious Shallowreader
I think I have possibly mentioned in the past that I’m not usually favoured by Lady Luck in the winning department. As such, I have a rather jaundiced view of people, … Continue reading Lovers, Haters & Lost Recipes (or July’s TBR Challenge – which almost kicked my butt…)
Yep. I am blaming the bingo card. Not my (possibly appalling) reading choices. Externalising blame…it’s much safer that way! I hadn’t noticed until I started BINGO-ing (can that be a verb?), … Continue reading June Bingo (or the month that practically NOTHING went ANYWHERE…)
Last month I was late with my TBR challenge (*hangs head in shame*), so I was determined to be AT LEAST almost on time with this one…
This month’s TBR Challenge, pulled from Wendy the Super Librarian’s Cliffs of Insanity was Favourite Trope. Which is kind of like asking me which of my cat-children I love best, or which M&M flavour I horde secretly so I don’t have to share…Or my favourite type of alcohol…
I mean really who can decide?
I had great hopes for May…Alas – twas not meant to be. In short: I read books, I filled squares. And NOTHING lined up in a row. It didn’t help that some of the books were so incredibly bad, that really using them as a BINGO square was the only thing that kept me going….
But here are the contenders:
I don’t THINK it has been a while since I posted – but it FEELS like it.
Life has been too – too…just TOO.
It also hasn’t helped that I’ve been stranded on a monadnock (YES – the COOLEST new descriptor ever) of terrible books. At times I wondered if I was going to have to go all Hatchet on them just to get out alive – but last night there was a break through(!) (*tears of relief*)
SO, Valancy never wins at anything. ANYTHING.
Not at knocking over the milk bottles or ring toss. Laughing clowns have NEVER paid up. And, it is always the person next to me that guesses how many jellybeans in the jar.
But I will lament my horrid luck more
Everyone reads differently. Right? Some fast; some slow; some not all (and we pity those poor uninformed uni-bots masquerading as people…).
Warning: ranting follows. This is a day and age of snark. Which is fine by me, because I am in general a little (a lot?) bit snarky. I don’t care … Continue reading When in Rome, Amabile Giusti, (or Calling for a SNARK-reprieve)
<<TBR CHALLENGE: JANUARY 2016>> It has been silent on the moats of Blue Castle…the water still and unmarred by the movement of crossings, heroes on horse back, steely eyed warriors … Continue reading The World Forgetting by The World Forgot…(or my forgetful (heh) foray into Amnesia)
When I was young, the next (big) town up from our non-existent village had an annual used book sale – it was HUGE (at least to my 8 yr old eyes). There were thousands of books, piled onto tables, stacked in boxes against the walls, leaning and supporting each other like so many lopsided towers of pisa.
I am nosy by nature. I like ferreting out information, seeking clues, finding answers and generally just knowing. My previous life was filled with research, statistics, funding submissions, quotas and … Continue reading Banished to the Harem? (or my foray into the world of sheikhs…)
The world can never be free of Nicholas Sparks.
I have realised this. I may not have embraced it, but I have definitely acknowledged the fact that in the world of bizarre, strange, intriguing, generic, and down right bland interests, Nicholas Sparks fills a void.
He is the reason why prematurely grey actors still can find work; why action heroes can still make movies in the off-season, why women (and society in general), have completely unrealistic ideas about
I am making a prude-post.
I am not sorry.
I am a little sad though.
I tend to be a vanilla reader. I make no apologies for this. I was raised on a diet of Protestant preaching and felt board Bible stories, with a healthy dollop of Baptist guilt thrown in for good measure.
Shall I tell you what I have just survived????
It’s not near-death by jungle python, or near-miss by a bison; although, with the relief I feel at it being finished, it could be totally reclassified as such…) No, It was a solid 72 hours of film festival. To the uninitiated, that’s 9 films, 30 shorts and very little space in between…