You may or may not have noticed that I’ve been missing. Well, part of it is to be blamed on perimenopause. I can’t remember anything… including the password to this site or the email I used to create it. Today I finally broke the code and made it back.
I have also been working like a crazy person. I write. I write words with grammar and punctuation for other people. For a fee, I will put them in order. I have been working a lot.
I also have a website. http://www.wotverge.com. I’d hyperlink it, but I’m in the quick draft and for some reason this thing won’t open a new post for me. Yes, I am being abused by WordPress. First I’m locked out, and now I can’t use the actual editor. Is this a sign?
I suppose I should figure out how to move this stuff over there, but considering my incredibly huge deficiency in WP knowledge, perhaps that’s a bad idea and you should just go there. I’m behind on blogging there, too. But on LinkedIn I’m mostly not behind. Kind of. But you can just look for me. How many people have my name? Wait. Do you know my name? Oh, this is ridiculous.
I’ve had the Jack Reacher novels recommended to me for some time now, and for no reason whatsoever, I have resisted. I don’t know if it was my love affair with Alex Cross or that I just couldn’t be sure that he would appeal to me, but I just wouldn’t read the books. Until now.
The movie Jack Reacher is coming out and fans have mixed emotions about Tom Cruise playing Reacher, so I had to read the first Reacher novel to find out why there was such a hubbub among true Reacher fans. I get it now. There’s a big deal in the books about Reacher’s size. He’s a big guy. Over six feet tall. Tom Cruise, no offense, is a Hobbit next to Reacher.
Cruise can pull off the badass anti-cop all for the good of everyone guy… but can he pull of a no rules really big and intimidating guy like Reacher? Time will tell.
I will see the movie, mainly because my son is dying to see it. Will it hold up? I’ll let you know. For now, I will likely work my way through the Reacher novels between new reads. If you like fast paced, not really police procedurals, but mystery/suspense/action novels, and especially if you have given up on Alex Cross (I still hate you, James Patterson, for giving in to the almighty dollar and sacrificing quality books) ever being the man he once was, you might give Reacher a try.
Happy Reading from the Verge!
In case you think I’ve been sitting here watching The Walking Dead and not reading at all… you’d be partially right. I HAVE been watching The Walking Dead AND American Horror Story Asylum, but I’ve been reading as well. I have some catching up to do!
Commenting on a blog just so your link shows up is annoying and ridiculous. I’ve had to change my settings to have to approve every comment now, which is not especially fun and definitely not what I wanted to do. Don’t you spammers have something better to do like experiment with self immolation and posthumously posting it on YouTube?
Geez, you spammers are worse than clowns. And I HATE clowns.
Yes, I did it. I read Fifty Shades of Grey and it’s sequels. I thought it wise to read it before joining in on the conversation. Now, before you get your panties in a twist over the fact that I called it poorly written, that is my opinion and I am simply expressing it. It’s crap. I mean no disrespect to fanfiction writers who are decent writers, but this novel, adapted from fanfic, is just awful.
Without “spoiling” it for you, this is mild BDSM and lots of abnormal psychology. Both main characters appear to be schizophrenic because they fall in love in seconds, cure a fetish, and the woman alternately wants/doesn’t want to be with the messed up guy. If that isn’t enough for you, NOBODY wants to have that much sex. Ever. Nobody. I’m telling you now, I don’t even want to READ about that much sex. One more “thrust” and that book was going in the bonfire. So, if you want to know what all the fuss is about, go ahead and read it. But don’t come here and ask me to explain what a butt plug is.
After I suffered through Fifty Shades of WTF, I read Fifty Shames of Earl Grey by Andrew Shaffer writing as Fanny Merkin. It was worth reading the over the top erotica just so I could enjoy this parody. It was hilarious and played off of the books perfectly. It is the only real reason to read Fifty Shades in the first place. Trust me. It won’t hurt a bit.
Sorry, folks. I have been extremely busy with work and with one child graduating from High School.
I will take this moment to apologize and to add that I have given in to reading the Fifty Shades trilogy, if only so I can mock them properly. If I read the word thrust one more time I may hurl. But I will treat you to a nice review… maybe not nice. Soon. As soon as I slog through the last one.
I read this one for my book group… and by the title I feared I was going to be bored out of my mind. Surprisingly, I wasn’t. Unsurprisingly, I was one of the only people in my group who enjoyed it.
I love my book group, but they tend to like a nice safe read like The Help. I like to read things with a little more edge, but I love the discussion, the diversity of the women and their opinions, so I stick with it. Just FYI.
Anyway, The Lace Reader was less about reading lace and more about blind faith, cult worship, witchcraft or the perception of it, and sanity. I found it intriguing. Warning: buy it on kindle. The cover is kind of wimpy looking. I’d love to hear what YOU think of it. Give it a try and let me know.
After reading The Lace Reader for my book club (I’ll post about it ne
xt) and the JFK book from King, I was in need of some light reading. I grabbed Janet Evanovich’s Smokin’ Seventeen and Explosive Eighteen and read them both within a week. Stephanie Plum, inept bounty hunter with an ex-ho spandex clad sidekick and two hot
men after her never fails to make me laugh. And while Steph is fun, the books wouldn’t be anywhere near as hilarious without Grandma Mazur, Lula, and Mooner (wish he was in more).
So, if you have been re-reading Oprah’s depressionfest of books or too many serious novels or nonfiction, grab a Plum, have a seat, and enjoy.