I rarely do something like this but more stories are being released as novella series or episodics and in a case like this it’s going to be a lot more easy for me to just look at it as a whole thing but piece by piece. Think of it as mini-reviews inside of a huge party for Clare Atling! Yay! Cake, martinis, hot men and sexy times! This is Penn Lake Wolves, Ladies and Gents!
Wait? Were there martinis? That might have just been me partying in my closet by myself. Continue Reading
What is it about time travel books that are so alluring. I think the first time travel book I ever read was a First Love From Silhouette book, that was way back in the 80’s when Silhouette books had a Young Adult Romance book line. I wish I could find the title out there somewhere because I would love to read this book again. A young girl visits her grandmother in New England where there is a boardwalk nearby. For a reason she can’t name she is attracted to the boarded up carousel and when she gets on the carousel she is taken back in time to when the boardwalk was in it’s heyday; it was the 20’s or 30’s.
It was the first time I ever thought about how someone in the past might react with modern dress and modern speech. In the book a dime is the catalyst to some commotion. It becomes foggy in my gravy boat trap mind but I think when she goes to use the dime it sends her back to her own time. I loved that book. From that point forward Time Travel Romance crossed from fancy to adoration in my heart. Speakeasy Sweetheart might have shined the dime the first book left in my mind and this book took me back to that adoration. Well–not that in the YA book the hero, that I have no recollection of wanted to see the heroine’s jugs.
What the hell? Does Monday always come after the weekend? How does that happen?
I read all the books for this week on Friday. No shi–poop. And because I wasn’t so hot on this review I plan to do two Hidin’ the Salami Monday reviews today. Waiting until seven at night to write them is probably not the best idea but I was watching Wicked Attraction all day and fighting an uphill battle with some hypomania that made me disassemble and reorganize all of the organized boxes I keep things in. I’m actually a terribly orderly person. Being bipolar means that when my house is a mess my entire mood is out of control. When I should have been writing reviews… I was scanning anything I might want to back up digitally (medical records, lawyer correspondence, love letters from when D and I first met), wrapping Christmas presents, cleaning out the patio storage closet, washing dishes, cleaning out my purse, cleaning out the fridge, going through college papers I wrote, looking at family photos to scan, filing away documents and making out my will and last testament–all at the same time. BIPOLAR MUCH? And yes, I was actually writing my will.