Friday, October 31, 2008

Happy Halloween!

I had started a Halloween post that never got finished with the current busy schedule. Will try to post it later this afternoon/night.

In the meantime, Happy Halloween!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Craving Beauty by Nalini Singh

Oh, Silhouette Desires, how I've read you. With your extensively detailed titles and your rather formulaic style, I just can't seem to stop picking you up. Of course, every now and then, an author decides to punch you in the gut with some awesome greatness. Yes yes, that's bad grammar. :P

After falling in love with Ms. Nalini Singh's Psy/Changeling series, it's only necessary for me to get a hold of all her backlogs. In this case, when I found out Ms. Nalini wrote for Silhouette Desires, you might as well directly hook the chocolate to my veins...too bad that'll kill me (my sister insisted I put in the disclaimer - doctors ^_~).

Another thing that was even more fantastic, Ms. Nalini mentioned a manga version of Craving Beauty being published by Harlequin in Japanese. Manga- literally means comics in Japanese.

Seriously, hook the chocolate IV in me now. I don't care if it kills me. Just hook it in.
Being Ms. Nalini (my demi-goddess), I had received a copy while away at RWA. Books and friends (the very best ^_^) all week and coming home to more books and a new job. I musta done something good in my lifetimes to gain such karma.

Just so you know. Marc is in my hut on DIK Island. He was one of my first choices. This book is one of my six DIK books. I brought my pre-owned, dog ear beaten, always in my bag book with me to RWA and pestered Ms. Nalini to have it signed. I still carry this book to work, to the library, when I go shopping, and even when I'm out with friends going to a movie. This book is WITH me at all times. I love this book. I'm never without it. Never. Well, maybe when I'm swimming. Then it's just in my bag. Don't think I'm kidding because I'm being absolutely serious. One day, I'll take pictures of all the places I take this book. It stays.

After that lllllooooooooonnnnnnnnggggggggggggg forward, let us begin the review.


Craving Beauty by Nalini Singh - a comparative study of cross cultural translations and re-interpretations.

Or...Little Alys' love and obsession with great stories.
Hira's a beautiful woman. Drop dead, gorgeous beautiful and she knows it. BUT, unlike all villainous genius icy beauties as the usual foils in our mainstream romance (there's another one in here too), Hira felt her beauty was a curse. No one saw beyond her looks. "No one wanted to know Hira," as she had pointed out to our blockhead hero. Raised in Zulheil (no, it's not real *pouts*) with a dictator-like father, Hira knew her marriage would be a business deal.
Marc, a bayou brat who seriously clawed himself out of dirt-poor childhood (think Derek Craven-that good but not as dark), scarred physically and emotionally saw Hira one moonlight night and agreed to marry her the next rather than just do business as usual. Suffice to say, this was NOT the beginning of a loving marriage.
One thing I just LOVED about this book, they marry in the beginning. To see the couple work through a marriage; learning, growing and supporting each other. That's what I'd like to see. I don't want marriage to be a goal. Any dimwit can get married, but it takes true effort and love to make a marriage.
Hira and Marc were both equally hurt individuals thrown together with much misunderstandings, hurts, and love. From this early book, Ms. Nalini's wonderful writing and plotting abilities are clearly seen even in such a short book (my only complaint...too short, and abrupt ending). Also, this is a simple contemporary as there's a buzz and worry that this subgenre is not as it used to and may be fazed out. Even though Ms. Nalini did change genres, this book still gives me hope. *wink*
Both these characters were so different, yet driven with the same passion and thus equal. It's hard for me to fully write a review because let me just honestly say I'm gushing love. That's all. The core of the story was about these two characters. Their strengths and faults, maturing together and healing each other. Their happiness mattered to me and I truly felt they were real (I use this phrase in reference to Ms. Nalini's works often because it's true). Their past pains and sadness didn't disappear with one line understandings. Hira and Marc had to work at communicating and understanding each other and when they do, it's all double fudge brownies with marshmallow hot cocoa.
Slowly and sincerely. They still make mistakes and they still argue, but they learn to help the other achieve their dreams without sacrificing ones own. This book touches upon so many things I can personally relate to, feel, and understand. Of course, I say that with almost all Ms. Nalini's books, but for Craving Beauty, it's even more so.
As with all romances of that line, there was the 'other' woman, but I ignore that and focus on Hira and Marc. Teehee.

At the heart of all Ms. Nalini's writings are that, the heart. *happy sigh*

Now, the manga...
I enjoyed it. I honestly did, but I could completely see the Asian-Japanese influences in the manga. Somewhat toning down in the passion. Certain aspects changed to fit the more accepted cultural understandings. And of course, the sex was phased out. (How dare they!)
It's Harlequin mangas for goodness sakes, I've read Josei mangas. Yoshihara Yuki being one of my favorite mangakas, so seeing characters enjoying each other should have been in Craving Beauty. Alas, it was not.
The changes the artists and translators made were okay, but it dimmed the book from Need-Book-to-Live (original) to Somewhat-Enjoyable for me. Seriously, so much got cut and lost in the translations. Granted, my Japanese is MUCH weaker than it should have been, but I am still able to understand enough to miss reading the more hardcore essence of the original novel. Seriously, the storyline with little Bryan. Hira's mother's role. And what's with all that swimming? Give me Marc chopping wood please. Hmmm....
So, I thank Ms. Nalini for the manga (cuz it's still awesome), but I still prefer her original novel. Besides, I always saw Marc as more...primal (despite me not being into the primal type-I like the nerdy ones teehee). Much more primal and alpha in my head. Hira was much stronger and independent with that streak of inner fire in the original book too. The mangas toned it down. Yes, yes, I understand mangas quite a lot. I grew up with them for one and I was raised in similar cultures. I'll do a post on those someday. Far far away. ;)
I can rant on and on, but my point - Ms. Nalini Singh's books rule. Even when other's try to re-interpret, they fall short of her grand abilities. It's a must read and if you do have a chance, read the manga. Not bad, but the original Craving Beauty. Wooo la la. And no, you cannot borrow my copy right now. I'll be buying a second copy soon and then I'll lend that one out. ^_~
Before I go, I think I'm going to start something crazy that may just scare Ms. Nalini away from us forever. I want to propose a Ms. Nalini Singh day. A celebration of her wonderful works, the strong good effects of her books and the fact, without her, I wouldn't have met all of you as my friends. :) Which is the most important part of it all. *hugs*

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Love of Love Scenes

Teehee. I guess it's time for me to finally come out of the closet (no, not that one - it ain't not secret I swing like a monkey). *takes a deep breath to fortify self*

I love reading sex scenes in romance novels.

(Should we insert gasps here?)

I love the hot sexy and heavy stuff a part of the romantic developments of these books that are an integral part of my life. Why romance and not erotica, you ask? Although sex can be fun (hey-I don't judge), when emotions are fleshed out into these plots, the scenes become a type of physical expressions of love and communications between the heroine and heroes.

(Can't believe I wrote 'physical expressions of their lurv' *cackles*.)

Thus, I usually prefer the love making to take place after the characters have known each other for some time, developed an intellectual and emotional connection on top (best position *wink* but so rarely written - complaint, complaint) of the obvious physical attractions. I want to believe the act is a consumation of the feelings h/h has for each other. Very few, let me repeat, very FEW authors could pull it off. If you're going to start the story with characters boinking away, you better be Emma Holly, because she can pull it off and wonderfully so. What? I never said I wasn't bias.

(Obviously, I'm going to being extremely bias as to the authors whom write books I devour.)

For me, a good romance novel should have a minimum of 3 different types of smexiness. Yes, 3 scenes. That does not include heavy make out or really awesome kissing scenes. Even if the kissing scenes Lisa Kleypas does are wayyyyyyy hot where kissing becomes an art, a wordless physical conversation (still using the mouth though) of unspoken love and passion, but no, they don't count. Unless your Nalini Singh, I want my usual 3 thank you very much. So I'm totally bias here, this is my opinion blog you know ^_~. Try a little variety too, please. Always with the missionary. Aren't you bored yet? At least Ms. Nalini's one or two scenes are a bit more diverse (and the tensions usually burn the pages anyways *fans self*) all her books. Not every individual want to do it the same way. Give me a wall or a table everyone once in a while. I'll be happy with that too. And why is it the woman is always on the bottom? Anyways, I'm starting to rant...

A great romance novel must have an equally great smexy scene. Contrary to popular belief, reading these hot scens are not used for that kind of self enjoyment (Ramblings on Romance discussion). Instead, I've noticed that really great romance allows the equally smexy scenes to become an integral part of character development and the growing bond between characters.

(Sexual tension + emotional build= page explosion :D)

If the two characters start a relationship based on attraction, although not impossible, are never that believable for me. Which is probably why I don't read much ebooks (since most are erotica) anymore. If they're shagging every other chapter, how are the two character developing? Doesn't matter if they're friends beforehand, I need to see them develop.

On the other hand, there are some great books (Georgette Heyer) which, IMHO, laid the ground work for the massive growth of the regency romance genre. Yet, as I love her books (need to get them all...somehow), I still wanted to see more sexual tension and intimacy. More than a kiss at the end of the novel. More than a touch or hint of the growing attraction. I want to know and read the characters I've come to love having sex (so bad of me). Granted, sometimes the h/h age differences makes it a tad uncomfy for me to read their bodies getting chummy, but I still want to read it.

(Years of separation may change sweet feelings to sexual, but doesn't mean they 'understand' each other the moment they meet again.)

Now...a problem that's beginning is making me more weary of love scenes and wanting to skip over them, aside from virgin orgasms (I'd like to daydream that it's possible) or coming on command (I believe this was brought up on The Thrillionth Page, but please correct me if I'm wrong, thnx ^.^):

(Please note, I do get a bit've been warned :P)

Isn't there a little more to foreplay and sex than breasts? Always with the kneading, pinching and twisting.'s not an etch-a-sketch and the constant licking and sucking...I keep thinking that the heroes have these oedipus tendencies. Yeah O_o. Really disturbing. Seriously, the more I read lately, the more I see of these hero breast obsessions. All I can see are little babies breast feeding and that is NOT the image I want in a romantic moment. Bleh. Totally turned off with the wheels coming to a horrific skid, full of metal screeching and rubber burns. Even as the heroes 'claim' to not care about how the heroine looks, these breast obsessions. Seriously mother issues...

(C)Baby Blues

The comics I really enjoy are debates about public breast feeding.

Yes, they're pretty. Yes, they're sensitive, but why do breasts take central stage all the time? The other is of course the little 'pearl' down there. Yes, I know oral sex is a sign of real and true love; when you do them without preconditions, that is (Coupling, BBC). But honestly, all I read are lips, breasts, and clit. Then it's shove it up, rattle it around and BOOM, the afterglow.

Ah, I'm being crude, but I cannot help it! This is in like every book I've been reading and frankly, this is getting annoying. >_<

No, not all authors write as such, but in greater and greater bulk do I see almost the same style of loving in my romance books. Is there a writer's sex scene handbook that says "concentrate on the breasts because all men are obsessed with those," " go for the clitoris because men don't get it good enough in reality" and "of course vaginal orgasm is a must" because this is a phallocentric society? Shouldn't it be about the woman's pleasure in a realistic enough sense? Or am I being too picky and detailed oriented? Ugh, now I'm starting to doubt myself. Bleh. Of course, I haven't even gotten into the big discussions about coercion, sexual power play, and the 'r' word (deep rooted issues) in romance novels that really turns my stomach (and mental trauma).

I really could go on and on, but that's not the point. The point is that I love reading the full on voyeuristic gleaming of a possible balanced, yet somewhat unrealistic relationship between two individuals. Granted, this is somewhat tied into my romance-novels-are-a-part-of-real-life theory, but then I'd have to go into feminist discussion, society hierarchy, and the possibility of hope and I just wrinkle my nose thinking about that long post.

All in all, actual scenes of the heroine and hero being intimate is a must and I want it done well. This is one of the few things that will convenience me this isn't some bizarre bunch of words being strung together for the sake of fame and glory.

How do you like your love scenes? Does it matter for you if it's purple prose? Overly graphic? Does it even need to be realistic? Or can you throw it out for a good solid story? Or does great stories get ruined by horrid sex scenes? Tell me your thoughts. :)

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The Sugar Queen

This review has been delayed for quite some time (well before RWA), mainly due to my lack of NOT knowing what to write or even how. After seeing the glowing review from Ms. Nalini Singh, how could I not attempt this book? It's right up my ally full of sugary goodness. :D

Sarah Addison Allen’s mellow simple style is only part of the sweet oddity that is The Sugar Queen.
The blurb itself was kind of misleading, but does ultimately contain the underlying story connected through the main character, Josey Cirrini. While on the surface, The Sugar Queen may seem a bit on the ordinary side, but with a touch of powdered sugar and magical quality. Each chapter title is a type of candy, starting with Everlasting Gobstoppers moving onto SweeTarts, through Lemon Drops, Sugar Daddy (no, not the one from the greatest romance author ever ever…I’m okay, really, I am), Sour Patch etc., each hinting at the contents in that chapter.

Josey is twenty-seven, living at home, and eats tons of the sugar infused candy hidden in her closet. Josey is trapped (emotionally, thus physically as well), never goes out except to drive her mother around and rarely speak to anyone except the housekeeper.

This all changes the day she comes home and finds Della Lee in her closet, looking like a drowned rat. Della Lee threatens to reveal Josey’s very extensive collection of candy (it’s like a candy store she created herself throughout the years) if Josey does not hide Della Lee. And this is where the story begins.

Two subplots follow Josey’s mother and a friend Josey makes due to Della Lee intervention, Chloe. Josey’s mother who seems like a self centered, controlling and unloving woman, but the subplot does a great job showing the layers of different individuals. Chloe’s going through a relationship heartbreak, unsure whether to move on or give the man another chance.

The Sugar Queen is a very soft and sweet book dealing with the complexity of life through the simplest things. Like sugar, something seemingly small and insignificant, is actually a part of everything.

There were many instances were I felt akin to Josey, her situation in life and the choices she makes (though I'm not as gentle and sweet). The end was not unexpected and the author did not really make much of an attempt to hide certain twists. I really did enjoy the ending for it gives some resolutions, but kept in realistic enough that I felt this could possibly happen. With a little bit of magic, the book brings to life both the harsh realities and sweet possibilities if one was willing to take the chances.
Unfortunately, because of it's pace, I can't write too much without giving away the plot. Just think of this as the perfect book to read during the cold winter days when you're stuck inside the house with tons to do, but decidedly put everything off instead and drink some hot chocolate. ;)

Monday, October 20, 2008

I've made a huge mistake

I joined NaNoWriMo and I don't even know what I'm going to write. I should have at least read through a bit more before I signed up. So screwed.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Real Love Stories 2

Maybe I should write love tragedies. My first story ever that I wrote in 5th grade was a love tragedy. Ah, so memorable. Of course, I got a C from the teacher despite everyone else in class LOVING it.
Another story with another format.

This story began at the age of 14, almost 15. That's how old I was when I met him. 14 going on 15, as the song which I cannot afford goes, but I knew that I was going to marry him. Not straight away, no. It wasn't that easy. See, he was my sister's friend. Her then friend's (current boyfriend soon to be fiance/husband -J) roommate and buddy, G.

So I met him and thought whatever, yet he never made me uncomfortable. No, he went out of his way to talk to me, ask me about random niceties, and play video games with me. His video games of course. It didn't seem like much, but his kindness and unpressuring friendship was something I didn't know existed. As my sister and her boyfriend dated, he and I would become cordial friends of a sort. Sis and J became a couple and remain still. Whereas it never crossed my mind I had noticed G at all. High school and college were different worlds and age was foremost in my mind. The five years apart may as well be the distance of the Pacific Ocean.

I continued with my life and dated once in a while, but nothing ever felt right. The boys were too pushy, too annoying, too picky, or plain weird and creepy. Then, I dated this really nice guy. Same age as my sister. Nice, acceptable...but I just didn't feel anything. Why? I thought and though and realized, 'well, duh, I've been comparing everyone with him.' And I knew, I realized that G was who I wanted.

But I was young. So very young. What do I know about life, about growing up, about anything? Instead, I gave myself some time. "College," I said. "When I'm older." Things were sweet then. Nothing big, nothing serious. A no relationship-relationship. G was my sister's bf's friend, and I was his friend's gf little sister. I went to college as they all graduated. Studied and worked, growing and learning - becoming something better. "Soon," I told myself. "Soon I'll be old enough and mature enough to ask him. We'll take it slow, but I know it will be wonderful."

Probably get married and have kids, but that was up in the air. What was important was that I could finally confess and we can see where it goes, right?

I was 19, almost 20, one year away from my self given date when I heard the news. G passed away. It was inherited, but no one knew. It all happened very fast. In his heart and he just left. I waited over 3 years only to be told he'll never be mine.

No one knew back then, of course, that I had held him in my heart. No one would understand why I wanted to go to his funeral. So I didn't. I stayed behind, never knowing what would have been. Quietly waited until the day where I knew it would never be. My silence and insecurity had robbed me of even the right to mourn and say goodbye. All I could do was think back and sigh.

I tried to date some time took a year I believe, but nothing left right, not really. Of course I knew I was using the others and my guilt upon sadness caused me to make more mistakes than I could imagine. Stupid mistakes, mostly out of pity, but I've finally come to realize that I need accept this empty goodbye.

Just because he's gone does not mean I should say 'yes' for fear that person might suddenly croak on me. I should pity their loneliness, or try to give them some emotional reprieve. Not worth it, I tell you, because they'll never be him. No use pretending that it never mattered.

So to the mistakes that I made, I am sorry for using them, but seriously- no thank you for the horrible ways they've treated me. Vengeful and perverse, obsessive and broken. I'm here for me and I hope that's what G has taught me. I should not despise boys (because they really are not men-doesn't matter their age) because G was never like that. Even though he's gone, he was a great example of what men should be and could be. Not perfect, but not abusive.

In the end, this is a love story. The shy quiet kind. A passing memory the breathes life with it's last sigh.

A while ago I met someone that looked just like him. My sister and her bf both said so, but I didn't believe them until I saw him. Just as tall, with extremely similar features. He was a nice man, but it finally clicked in my head. G's gone. We might have had the beginning of something, but it was just not meant to be. At least not anymore. Being nice to others, wasting my time; none of it really matters because they would never treat me the way he did.
It took a little more than this, but that story is for another night. The young woman who showed me more about love and life. She may be gone, but the memories still there. That I'm worth more than how they treated me, that she had at one time actually cared. But even then, these love they leave - whether by fate or by choice. In the end, life is about living to the best way that I wish.
I forgot to mention the cute cartoons are copyrighted to Jeff Thomas. I do not own any parts of it, so they will be taken down if requested.
Am I depressing everyone yet? Can't help it. If these are the ones I can write about. I'm going to at least try and get them out. So many stories. The sad ones happen to take a front seat at the moment with some emotional overhaul, but I have quite a few happy stories too. :D
I think I write third person better, what do you think?

Thursday, October 16, 2008


For a little cuteness in life. :)
My cold is getting much better, but am a little worried since I'm getting my flu shot soon. Ouch.

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Real Love Stories 1

The ladies at ripmybodice's posts are always hilarious to read, but today, I saw a review that reminded me of how close romance novels resembles reality sometimes. Having already commented there, I cannot seem to get the full story out of my head. It would be better if I could cry it out, but I'm a little lacking in tears at the moment and would rather vent-so to speak.

This story was real and it happened to a tv personality. I didn't know them directly, but I knew people who did (it's a long complicated thing and not really pertaining to the actual story).

Bean* and Angel* met in Junior High school. Angel was a pretty, optimistic and well liked girl. Bean was the funny guy and well liked, but not popular in the sense Angel was. Being in the same home room one year (in these schools, students remained in the same classroom and the teachers switched for the different subjects), Bean and Angel became friends. The friendship continued into High School and their group of friends had realized there was a mutual feelings between Bean and Angel.
Bean wasn't a handsome guy by any standard. He wasn't even plain. Somewhat smart, but not brilliant, Bean didn't feel as if he had a chance with the beautiful and sweet Angel. It took him six months, with encouragement from friends, for Bean to finally ask Angel out. To his surprise, but to no one else's, Angel said yes and they were together ever since.

As with all relationships, there were ups and downs. Arguments and disagreements, but having been friends first and for so long, there were never mentions of breakups or even 'taking a break.' Bean and Angel loved each other. It was a love with the gentle foundation of childhood trust, the strong camaraderie of adolescence, and the unity of friendship and passion. They were family. Their families were families - so to speak. Their friends would switch between envy and teasing at the love Bean and Angel shared.
Yet, around the time Bean needed to go to mandatory army training (I forgot if it was before or after, since the training ranged from 1 1/2 years to 2 years depending on the drawing), Angel brutally broke up with Bean. Part of the discussion had been about the future and careers. Bean wanted to risk going into entertainment - in comedy too. Angel had supported him before, but this sudden change was a rude awakening for Bean. No matter what Bean did, Angel made sure the relationship was completely cut. It probably felt like ripping out his beating heart where the empty hollow hole left Bean with nothing more than his determination and dreams.
A year passed. Then two. Bean did go after his dreams and was starting to gain ground at a host on game shows and such.

He reconnected with a few friends, but didn't see Angel. Singing, food, and light drinking later, Bean remembered how great it had been for old youthful friendships. These relationships were rarely built as adults and even less in his chosen career.

Slowly getting in touch, a friend had suggested Bean contact Angel's family without giving much reason why. Instead, Bean was contacted by Angel's family. It wasn't until Bean actually called had Angel's sibling spoke the truth.
All those years ago, Angel had went to the doctors for a checkup. They had felt something was wrong and wanted more tests. Cancer was discovered and it was metastasizing. The most extreme chemo treatments were to be needed, but Angel prepared for the worst. Despite her family's objections to her decision and the few friends' (who found out) arguments, and persuasion, Angel broke up with Bean. To Angel, she didn't want Bean to be burdened by her. In the army, he would rarely get vacations and if he knew she was being hospitalized left and right, it would have made Bean suffer even more. Angel wanted him to go forward in his life. Not put everything on hold for her. To Angel, she wanted to keep the love they had and not wear down every last bit of his strength. She wanted to fight this disease herself. Or so her sibling had said. Towards the end, Angel went into a coma and never came back out.

To Bean, there was the possibility Angel knew how severe her condition was and made her decision to go. Bean was completely shocked. Completely. He had been completely mislead and was wrong in his self dialogue and assumptions that Angel no long loved him. All thrown out the window.
A few days later, he had wandered out after work to go for a midnight snack. Bean had walked by and saw a shop he and Angel had gone to before. Deciding on there, he was led to a small table, sat and ordered something. At that moment, the radio started playing a song so familiar his breath stopped and time stopped. Bean was sitting at the exact same table he had been with Angel all those years before with the exact same song singing all around. As if seeing Angel there smiling at him, Bean began to cried. Scared the other patrons and the shop owner, but he couldn't stop. Just kept crying and sobbing as his heart broke even more terribly than it had when Angel left him, washing out the tiny pieces of emptiness.
It took a really long time for Bean to come to grips with everything. He wanted to have been there, to love her and stay with her. To have done something instead of being left alone and to have her been alone. It took years, but Bean's okay now. Despite still feeling that Angel should have told him the truth and to at least have given him a chance to truly say goodbye, Bean has come to see what Angel did as love. Even though he wanted to be there (despite the fact he probably wouldn't have been allowed to), Bean has also come to appreciate that his memory of her wasn't when she's lost all her hair, her weight, and her suffering. Still would have wanted to be there though, but at least Bean knew he was loved.
If this were a romance novel, she would have survived. Or this would have been the back story to the main hero as something he must overcome to be with the heroine. Yet, this was real life. And it sucks. Even in romance novels, why would it usually be the women whom want to spare the men they love pain? I wanted to rewrite it, but I can't.** If I could, I would be smiling and crying at the same time.
Was Angel's action really love? Would this count as a type of happy ending? What is your take on this story? Love tragedy? Doomed love? Or one of those Great Love story?
*Disclaimer: All names have been changed for a) translation purposes and b) protection of identity.

** More Disclaimer: This is based on a true story, BUT was written mostly from memory from a few years back so I'm sure a few of the dates and situations probably didn't happen exactly the way it was written. The actual events happened nearly 17 years ago. Please also excuse my quick write. I would have loved to go all novel, but my skills still fall more in reporting. Besides, I just wanted to get this all out.


I'm It. Sorta ;)

Tracy tagged me for the Book Meme. :D

So here are the rules:

Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal/blog along with these instructions. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the closest. Tag five other people to do the same.

' "I know he must care about me; otherwise, why would he want to be around me?" she shared with me during one of our sessions.'

Seriously, I think everyone has done this at some point. So... whoever wants to play. Go for it. I know, I can be so lazy sometimes, but seriously. Pretty much everyone has done this!


Aymless also tagged me (I'm feeling so loved ^_~) for the 'I Love Your Blog'

The rules for this award are that you need to:

1) Add the logo of the award to your blog

2) Add a link to the person who awarded it to you

3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs

4) Add links to those blogs on your blog

5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs!

So, even though everyone and their grandmother probably already has this, I'm awarding this to:

Aymless - Yes, she gave it to me, but she's my blog buddy and has kickass reviews. Bow down to the alpha nerd. :D It's a good thing ^_~.

Ramblings on Romance - Two wonderful peeps that encouraged me to start blogging with very extensive stuff.

the Happily Ever After - The other wonderful lady that encouraged me and supported me to blog (among other stuff), all the while letting me live vicariously through her awesome blog of life and books.

the THRILLIONTH Page - Hilarious stuff. Absolutely hilarious. Especially the pictures and of course, the only place for kitty p*** *cough*

Ciaralira - Such wonderful stuff. Anything and everything nice. :)

EDIT: I just saw I got nominated again by Katiebabs on Babbling about Books, and More! I'm all embarrassed and so happy at the same time. Thank you everyone for even coming to read the odd bits of scribble I do. *bashful*

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Off and on

I'm still reading blogs (at work, which is very bad and I must try to cut down on it), but things are a bit on the busy side for me.

Lots of books to read.

AND, with the upcoming election: I found this site to be extremely helpful :D I've been waiting for a site that actually lists BOTH and ALL possible sides. I was taught that by an awesome teacher once, ya know. Too bad there aren't more of them.

VOTE, people! Even if I disagree with you, please VOTE!

have tons to write about soon.


Sunday, October 5, 2008

Thinking thinking...too much tihnking

Or not enough.

I've been thinking a lot lately, but never seem to get pass the thinking. Yet when I act, I don't think I quite think through my decisions.

Thinking so much that I'm no longer thinking. Jumbling mass of thoughts with no coherenty.

So many things to write, but the words just don't seem to come. So much to do and never know what to do or not enoughmoney or lack of timing.

I was going to go into blog hybernation, but I caved and was surfing at work. >_< Bought stuff I shouldn't have and didn't buy stuff I should have. Need to just save money under current economic situation.

My sample ballot came in and now I'm deciding if I should vote by mail or just go the day of.


If I'm a little slow in posting, don't worry. Doing some thinking. Hahaha.

Also, I'm reading a self help book. *gasp* I know. Having actually studied psych and read a lot of other self help books, I'm usually completely skeptical and critical of this type of books in general. This author, though, is really hitting me.

The Nice Girl Syndrome: Stop being manipulated and abused and start standing up for yourself
by Beverly Engel

It actually reminds me of a LOT of romance heroines and rather than annoy me, this author is presenting some really good points and possibilities. Even with disagreements, this book is helping me already: letting me know I'm not alone.

Going to write about it eventually. I'm still slowly moving through this book. I love my library. :D Horray to the Super Librarian.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Banned Books read

I got tagged by Christine! OMG! So loved I feel. hehehehe. So, I was trying really hard not to blog hop all day at work today and I succeeded!!! Of course, I did other stuff like read wikipedia, the news (so pissed about it), and some games, but I didn't blog! Very proud of myself.

Anyhoo~~~ let the meme begin.

Stuff I've read are in color.

1. Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz
2. Daddy’s Roommate by Michael Willhoite
3. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
4. The Chocolate War by Robert Cormier
5. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
6. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
7. Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling
8. Forever by Judy Blume
9. Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson
10. Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
11. Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman
12. My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier
13. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
14. The Giver by Lois Lowry
15. It’s Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris
16. Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine (really?)
17. A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck

18. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
19. Sex by Madonna
20. Earth’s Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel
21. The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson
22. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
23. Go Ask Alice by Anonymous

24. Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers
25. In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak(seriously?)
26. The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard
27. The Witches by Roald Dahl
28. The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein
29. Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry
30. The Goats by Brock Cole
31. Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane
32. Blubber by Judy Blume
33. Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan
34. Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam

35. We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier
36. Final Exit by Derek Humphry
37. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
38. Julie of the Wolves by Jean Craighead George (I was very shocked when I first read it in my youth...and wanted to run away and live with wolves. Hehehe)

39. The Bluest Eye by Toni Morrison
40. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Girls: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Daughters by Lynda Madaras
41. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (Such a classic)
42. Beloved by Toni Morrison
43. The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton (Double classic)
44. The Pigman by Paul Zindel (Are they kidding me? This book changed my life! It got me reading again.)

45. Bumps in the Night by Harry Allard
46. Deenie by Judy Blume
47. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes (it made me sad)
48. Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden
49. The Boy Who Lost His Face by Louis Sachar
50. Cross Your Fingers, Spit in Your Hat by Alvin Schwartz
51. A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
52. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley (if this is here, where's 1984?)
53. Sleeping Beauty Trilogy by A.N. Roquelaure (Anne Rice)
54. Asking About Sex and Growing Up by Joanna Cole
55. Cujo by Stephen King
56. James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl (mmm, peaches)
57. The Anarchist Cookbook by William Powell
58. Boys and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
59. Ordinary People by Judith Guest
60. American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis
61. What’s Happening to my Body? Book for Boys: A Growing-Up Guide for Parents & Sons by Lynda Madaras
62. Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume
63. Crazy Lady by Jane Conly
64. Athletic Shorts by Chris Crutcher
65. Fade by Robert Cormier
66. Guess What? by Mem Fox
67. The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende
68. The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney
69. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
70. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
71. Native Son by Richard Wright

72. Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women’s Fantasies by Nancy Friday
73. Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen
74. Jack by A.M. Homes
75. Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya
76. Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle
77. Carrie by Stephen King

78. Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume
79. On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer
80. Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge
81. Family Secrets by Norma Klein
82. Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole
83. The Dead Zone by Stephen King
84. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
85. Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
86. Always Running by Luis Rodriguez
87. Private Parts by Howard Stern
88. Where’s Waldo? by Martin Hanford (someone has got to be kidding me)
89. Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene
90. Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman
91. Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett
92. Running Loose by Chris Crutcher
93. Sex Education by Jenny Davis
94. The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene
95. Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy
96. How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell
97. View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts
98. The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder
99. The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney
100. Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier

A lot of them I've read, but forgotten. A few of the titles sound familiar as if I've read them, but no real memories (left them blank).

I'm rather surprised at some of the books being challenged and kept asking myself if these people were serious. A few of the books may not be my cup of tea, but I don't want to go around stopping others.

So who hasn't been tagged yet that I can annoy?

Aymless (always going to bug ya)
Super Librarian (if she wants to play)
Sula (even though she's busy, I tag her anyways)
Sarai (whenever she has time)
Tracy (when she has time too)