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Photo by Carlos Nakazato on Unsplash I'll admit it. My guilty pleasure is reading romance novels. However, that pleasure comes with a major annoyance. Writers need proofreaders or copy editors, but often don't use them. I've read two books recently that illustrate the problem. "Her eyes darted to his mouth and back to his face."... Continue Reading →
Recently, I've been thinking about why I blog. I don't really have a talent for writing, so why even blog? Years ago, I read Elie Wiesel's The Gates of the Forest. In it, there is a story of Rabbi Israel Baal Shem Tov, founder of Hasidism. It's something like this: When his people were threatened with grave... Continue Reading →
Amanda Stevens is one of my favorite authors. March 29, her new book in the Graveyard Queen series, The Visitor, is due for release. Because of devastating circumstances, it has been a long time between books. So I'm re-reading the first three books in the series before the release date. The main character, Amelia Gray, is a... Continue Reading →
"The sleek, coppery locks that donned her head this morning ..." Her hair put her head on this morning? Or perhaps padlocks put her head on this morning. "Good thing she didn't wear much make-up. It would slide off her face faster than a double scoop of ice cream in a five-year-old's hand." Where do I... Continue Reading →
Acclimate: verb; ac·cli·mate\ˈa-klə-ˌmāt; ə-ˈklī-mət, -ˌmāt\ Simple definition – to adjust or adapt to a new climate, place, or situation Synonyms – adapt, acclimatize, accommodate, adjust, condition, conform, doctor, edit, fashion, fit, put, shape, suit, tailor Reconcile: verb; rec·on·cile \ˈre-kən-ˌsī(-ə)l\ Simple definition – to find a way of making (two different ideas, facts, etc.) exist or... Continue Reading →
I'll admit it. I read a lot of what is often called "trash" -- romance novels, paranormal romance, cozy mysteries and chick lit. You know, the basic escapism fare. My life is real enough; I don't want to read about someone else's drama. For my escapism tastes, I blame Jane Austen, Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy.... Continue Reading →
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