A Rake's VowI really wish Stephanie Laurens hadn’t started with the ridiculous nicknames for the Cynster men. At least there’s only six who get called by something other than their name or title, but sometimes I feel like it is six men too many.

A Rake’s Vow is book two in the Cynster series.

There is a lot of thoughts that you just have to avoid. Like, how completely possible is it that Vane Cynster is totally at ease with the land and house of his Godmother, that Patience Debbington has spent massive amounts of time with her aunt (the same woman), and the two have never actually met before that fateful evening in the garden at Lady –’s house.

This book has quite more plot and suspense than the one that follows it in the series (Scandal’s Bride), and is much more a who-done-it for the majority of if.

Of course, Patience Debington is cut from the same cloth as the rest of the Cynster brides. She is fiercely loyal to her younger brother, and wants him to make the best connections. She helps her aunt manage a menagerie of guests, and is seen as the superior in the circles she runs in.

One thing that sets her apart from other Cynster brides is that she actually listens to Vane when he asks her to do (or to not do) something. When she runs out at night early on to try to catch the “ghost,” she recognizes that she let her emotions get ahead of her sensibilities in her need to clear her brother’s name.

The one thing that is pretty trite, though, is how Vane comes by his name. He’s not vane; he is like a weather vane, always able to see which way “the wind is blowing.” I think they mean for this to be a compliment, that he’s able to see to the heart of things. But of course, it allows Laurens to have Patience think that Vane is a vane man, a elegant gentleman who must be guarded against as she refuses to lose her heart to a man who doesn’t love her back, the way her mother did.

Of course, in the course of solving the ‘whodunit,” Patience realizes that giving her heart to Vane is putting it into safe keeping, not putting it into danger.

I very much enjoyed this book. I thought this one was much better done than Scandal’s Bride.

Conversation Hearts

God damn it, conversation hearts. You’ve let me down once again.

I love conversation hearts. LOVE them. You know, when they’re the right hearts. My favorite candy is Necco wafers. Conversation hearts? Originally made by Necco. They invented them. I would look forward to Valentines day specifically for the Conversation Hearts. I would stock up when the hearts went half off. I’d be eating them through Easter.

But not any more.

Some

where in the near past, finding genuine “sweetheart” conversation hearts by Necco became a ridiculously hard endeavor   Sure, it’s super easy to find the small gift boxes of conversation hearts. But a bag of them? A bag of the large size? Apparently harder than finding the abominable snowman. It’s to the point that Erik actually gave up on trying to find me the one type of Valentine candy I actually adore. No box of chocolates for me, please give me conversation hearts.

This year, for the first time in how ever long, I actually found a bag of large Sweetheart conversation hearts. I even made sure they were made by the same company that makes Necco wafers. After all, I’ve been fooled by bags of hearts in the past.

I was looking forward to putting my candy hearts in my heart candy dish and eating them one by one…. Until I popped the first one in my mouth.

There was no warning on them, but they are not the same! They’re too fruity and tart. Not chalky enough. They don’t taste a thing like Necco wafers. If I hadn’t double checked the bag, I would have thought I bought the wrong kind again.

Instead, I have been let down. Once more in a long line of faulty conversation hearts. Turns out, in the years that I couldn’t find a bag of hearts, they went and changed the flavor.

I make a sad, sad proclamation: I will never again buy a bag of conversation hearts. They are dead to me. I will probably end up tossing out the ones I have long before I get around to eating this impostor candy.

It’s not worth it–the build up and then the let down. The anticipation and the bitter bitter dissapointment.

Oh well; I’ve got other candy to love. As long a my chocolate oranges don’t let me down, I’ll survive.

Captain Jack's Woman (Bastion Club, #0.5)
Sometimes, I read a book and all I can think is “man, that guy is a complete jerk.” That’s what I thought the entire time I read Captain Jack’s Woman by Stephanie Laurens.

This book is supposed to set up the Bastion Club series novels; it’s considered a prequel to the other eight books. And as far as I can tell, Jack is the jerkiest of all the heroes in the series.

For a quick plot synopsis: Kit Cranmer finally finds herself back in the country after having escaped from her conniving aunts and uncles–people so terrible that they manage to make both Kit and her Grandfather think that the other had decided that Kit leaving was the best idea. And a family so headstrong and stubborn that grandfather and granddaughter don’t speak for 6 years, even though their relationship is supposed to be ridiculously strong. So Kit at long last finds herself at home but she needs excitement. She is bored out of her mind. And accidentally takes over a smuggling crew that thinks she’s a man. Which then gets taken over by Captain Jack’s crew; he, by the way, is ridiculously relieved to find out she’s a woman:

Kit’s identity was only one of his problems and certainly the easier to solve. His odd reaction to the boy was a worry. Why had it happened? It had been decades since any sight had affected him so dramatically. But, for whatever incomprehensible reason, the slim, black-garbed figure of Young Kit had acted as a powerful aphrodisiac, sending his body into a state of readiness. He’d been as horny as Champion on the trail of the black mare! (p. 55)

That’s right–Jack’s body knows Kit is a woman immediately, even though his head doesn’t.

And then Jack becomes more and more possessive of Kit, wanting her to change and be a more, well, lady-like-lady. He thinks to take her as a mistress when he believes she’s illegitimate. When she finds out she’s a proper lady, he slightly regrets taking her virginity, but is more than happy to make her his wife–so long as all she does is become exactly the type of boring woman he despises.

I think we’re to think that over time Jack becomes more mellow, that he realizes that he can’t have his cake and eat it too. He fell in love with Kit because she was wild, he can’t expect to tame her and have her be the same. Also, we’re supposed to believe that he finally comes to his senses that he doesn’t want the lady-like -ladies. After all, that is why he escaped the ton; the match-making mamas and their simpering daughters just didn’t cut it for him.

However, it really is Kit that has to make all the sacrifices in the end. She can’t go riding on her horse alone. She can’t help him with anything that she did before. Jack only promises to tell her what he’s doing in an effort to keep her from “helping” behind his back.

It’s an odd sort of relationship, and Jack is never really redeemed for being a jerk. He is just unveiled as a lord, and thus all his jerkiness is just fine.

This story actually had a plot and drama, so it had that going for it. I just always wish the heroes weren’t such jerks.

 

Temple Run 2 and Brave side by side.

Temple Run 2 and Brave side by side.

I love playing games on my iPhone and iPad. Games were the first apps I downloaded on both devices. And the type of game I am drawn to more than any other (meaning if it’s free I will try it) is the “see how far you can go” game.

Temple Run has been the runaway hit of this genre. It’s an okay game. It probably didn’t start the genre, but it did definitely put it in front of millions of people. And it’s a great story about how Imangi Studios made it big, starting as it did as a husband and wife team.

After Temple Run made it big, Imangi was approached by Disney to make almost the exact same game, rebranded for the movie Brave.

So here’s my beef: Brave is a much better game. I don’t know if it’s because Disney put so much money down or what, but game plays so much better for me than Temple Run or Temple Run 2. The coins are easier to get, swipes are much more responsive for turning and jumping, and it’s just all around a more enjoyable experience.

I had high hopes for Temple Run 2. I was hoping the touch-responsiveness would be better. I was intrigued by the curves. I had expected that running around a curve would require actually using screen tilt. Instead, game play is the same, I have issues with the responsiveness, and it frustrates me how hard it is to get a fair amount of coins. (I have this issue with Jetpack Joyride as well.) I like coins. Make stuff more expensive in the store if you must, but I shouldn’t feel like it’s going to take 100+ runs to gather enough coins to upgrade something.

Temple Run 2 lasted all of two days on my iPad. And I got myself hooked back into Brave when I was trying to compare gameplay and figure out why one worked better for me than the other.

It’s only January, and I already feel like I’m months behind on everything. Between planning the wedding, preparing to buy a house, and being busy enough at work to be exhausted when I get home, I feel like I am barely hanging on to my sanity. I would love to have an evening where I don’t want to take a nap the moment I get home because there is just so much to do.

I know the wise thing to do would be to make lists, to approach everything step by step. And I love lists I love checking things off. Nothing gives me a greater thrill at work than to turn my red flags in Outlook to little exes, and to remove it from whatever folder it’s living in, because once its done I never need to look at it again.

But the wedding and the house have so many steps, and the worst part is that there are steps that I don’t even know. So I let them kinda just float back there, overwhelmed by the continually growing work to-do list that seems to never account for the actual tech tickets I do everyday. I could probably have a week without tickets and never once have empty afternoon.

I am going to try to rescue my evenings, though. Blogging is a start. Tonight I plan on pulling together paperwork that I have been ignoring for ages. I’m going to take that appointment with the loan officer if it kills me.

It won’t kill me. And getting it done is one more thing to cross off the list.

Also on the list? Book reviews or books I read a week ago. You’ll see how that goes shortly.

Scandal's Bride (Cynster #3)I’m pretty positive I’ve read this book before. I would say somewhere around mid 2000s. I’m a huge Laurens fan, and once upon a time I was working my way through all of her Cynster novels. And then I decided I needed shelf space and tossed most of my romance section because there are always more romance novels to read. Silly me.

Anyways.

I bought this one (again?) at the end of the year for my nook. I love a good book sale, and honestly I’m not going to pass up a Laurens book sale at 99 cents a pop. I read book 1 (Devil’s Bride) in December, and I thought a fluffy historical romance would do quite nicely for sick me. I honestly had no idea where this book fell in time-line when I started reading it again, because for the most part it doesn’t matter. As long as you read Devil’s book first (and even then it’s only needed to introduce you to the family), you can really read the books in any order. It’s not like you’re going to ruin a romance novel by knowing that Vane marries Patience before you read their story, or who the twins marry when in the beginning they’re only 16 and not even had a season yet.

So, I’m not reading in any particular order. And I would like to say, I enjoy the fluff. I will read all of Laurens’ work as it comes out. One day I will have to examine why even if a story didn’t work, I would read it over and over again.

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it is a really good thing i can keep three similar but different romance novels in my head at the same time. i am still working on the first review but couldn’t help but read two more. hopefully those reviews won’t be as long or take as long.

I am still fighting a cold (hope to go back to work tomorrow!) but I managed to focus my energy enough today to read a book. Which is amazing, since I lived on the couch all weekend and did nothing but watch football and sleep. My goal this year is to read only (mostly) books from my own bookshelves. Between planning and paying for a wedding, and gearing up to attempt to buy a house, I really need to cut back the money I spend. A lot of which tends to be books.

However, limiting myself to my own bookshelves is actually something I’m looking forward to. Between Erik and I, we have over 400 books cataloged in Delicious Library, and every so often I have to wander around the house to find books that I haven’t cataloged. While about a fourth of those are craft books–knitting and sewing, mostly–the rest are mainly novels with some non-fiction thrown in. And that count doesn’t include the ebook library (add me as a Nook friend, find me on GoodReads!) that is growing much more quickly than the paper one these days. Especially since the the bookshelves have run out of space.

One of my goals this year is to actually review the books I read, examine why they have managed to remain on the shelves after purging, would I keep them on the shelf after a second reading (or third, or fourth). I read a lot, but I don’t often think about what I’m reading, think about what worked for me or what didn’t. I miss that a lot from college, and I really wish I had the energy, and the local friends, to actually do a book club.

I thought I would be able to review the book I read today tonight, but I’m already exhausted, and my brain is wandering. Lets just say that tomorrow there will be a review of “Scandal’s Bride” by Stephanie Laurens, a book that I have read before (I believe) and will probably read again.

Once upon a time, a long long time ago, I kept a running list on this blog of all the books I read in a year. I’m hoping to bring that back this year, and include review for every book read. That may mean less books read, or really short reviews. And I may choose to review book series as a whole  ((No need for seven Harry Potter reviews, after all.)) in one long post instead of broken up.

I’ll try to note whether the book is off the shelf or new, who’s book it is (mine or Erik’s), when it first made an appearance on the shelf (if I can remember), and what made me think it was a keeper the first time around. I’ll even try to note how many times I think I’ve read the book, and who I would recommend the book to.

I love books. I can’t wait to start this project.

It is always nice starting the new year off with a cold. Who doesn’t enjoy a sore throat, a stuffy nose, a clogged up sinus? It’s always especially nice when you wake up and your nose has magically transformed into a broken faucet and no way to turn the drip off.

I think the worst thing about a cold is that nothing really seems to work. I tend to think cold medicine is a waste of money for me because I don’t feel noticeably different after I take it. My nose is still stuffy, my sinuses still ache, my head pounds.

This cold has kicked my but this weekend, and that makes me sad because I had such high hopes. This weekend was going to be new-years-cleaning. The tree is still going to come down, but everything else is on hold for another week while I try to find the energy to get off this couch.

It seems sad, really, that the very last time I wrote on this blog, it was 2010, and I was posting about new years resolutions.

I suppose, then, that I shouldn’t unilaterally declare that this year–THIS YEAR--is the year I get back in to writing. Because I’ve made that promise before, and failed to keep it.

Instead, let me just say that I’m tired of being tired. The last few years have really kicked my butt, which is really sad because they were the last ones of my twenties, and I had been looking forward to them for a very long time. And when they finally arrived, they spit in my face and said HA.

The world is an entirely different place since I was here last. 3 years have passed. I have a brother-in-law. I have a fiancé. I have a nephew. I think the reason my resolution failed the last time around was that I felt pulled to compartmentalize myself in so many ways. Tumblr. Twitter. Pinterest. Instagram. Goodreads. Everything was separate, it’s own ecosystem.

It’s taken me a good long while to realize that’s not who I am. I am an all or nothing girl. So here comes all, to stop the drought of nothing. My whole world, everything I share, will be here in the one place that is mine all mine. The one place that I can be emphatically me, and not worry about what other people think.

I’m not doing this for the comments, because it’s never really going to be a dialog. You’re here because you think I’m interesting.

I’m here because I’m unsympathetic.