My Aunt's Runaway Mouth / Books / This Blog

You are looking at one exhausted but extremely happy cow. Next time my aunt asks to stay here, I'll take the first plane out of the country. I'm utterly serious here. I love and worship her, but by fuck, she can talk an ear off a statue. When she and my uncle drove off, Will and I stood on doorstep, waiting and watching and hoping, while their blue car slowly disappeared over hills. Once we checked with each other that they've truly left, Will and I stuck our arms in the air and cheered very loudly. Honestly, you have no idea how happy we were during that moment. Anyhow, Will decided to celebrate by setting me free in a bookshop earlier today:

Shadow Touch - Marjorie M. Liu Dark ??? [a X-Men book] - Marjorie M. Liu Wicked Nights- Nina Bangs I Served The King Of England - Bohumil Hrabal Hot Spell - Meljean Brook, Emma Holly, et al Awaken Me Darkly - Gena Showalter The Naked Truth - Amy J. Fetzer Kept - D.J. Taylor The Dare - Susan Kearney

I am starting to claw my way out of the reading slump, too, by re-reading:

Heaven Sent - Pamela Morsi Courting Miss Hattie - ditto Out - Natuso Kirono - the story itself bored me now, but I love the translator's interpretation. I think he did a fantastic job. Simplistic yet addictive. War for the Oaks - Emma Bull -- sadly dated, but still a favourite. Silver Lining - Maggie Osborne -- I wasn't wild about this story when it first came out and after rereading this, I don't think I'll ever like it that much. It started off well but somewhere along the line, it fell apart, which is a shame, I think.

I tried reading Awaken Me Darkly and couldn't get into it at all. Another time maybe. Unfortunately, it's same with Nina Bangs's book. :( I'll have better luck with Susan Kearney's The Dare. *fingers crossed* I talked Will into agreeing to watch Pride & Prejudice [2005] on DVD last night. While he put the DVD into player, he made some usual noises about "oh-so-girly *high-pitched mock giggle* movies", generally taking the piss. Half way through the film, I commented that perhaps we should stop watching because his favourite TV programme would be on, he didn't respond. I repeated my comment. No response. I jabbed his arm, and he looked at me with a sharp "What?" That was when I realised he was so far in Wright's world that he never heard me. Ha! He also got a bit tearful twice. :O When I noticed his eyes were watery, I asked, "Are you crying?" [Okay, in retrospective, I shouldn't.] He coughed a short 'Oh, please' laugh, with his eyes still glued to TV screen, but I could see that he was trying very hard not to blink. Soft bastard. When the film ended, I asked for his opinion. He shrugged and said, "... it was all right". Yeah, right. It's strange because when I write this blog, I'm quite conscious that I haven't quite got my 'blog voice' back. By that, I mean blogging with ease. I feel I'm a stranger in my own blog. Or rather, an intruder. I don't know if this makes sense. Also, I am still trying to figure out how the f. I managed to be a such link slut for so long yet I haven't the foggiest how I'd done it. Earlier I had problems finding links for authors listed above. That's one of my flaws, actually. I might be a quick learner, but I'm also a quick forgetter. On the bright side, I'm feeling it's time to return to me as a romance reader. That means I'm ready to get geeky about books as well as to fondle books on my shelves. I'm going off into romance blogland, making a pest of myself now. :) Be good, be bad & be safe.