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 →
A child’s tea and Black Dagger Brotherhood?
Today my mom was telling me about a scene from her childhood. She was about four years old. It was the early 30s and her dad hunted to help feed his family. He kept a kennel of hunting dogs. This was serious business and the dogs were vicious, feral hunters -- not pets. The kids... Continue Reading →
Place holders
That's what I feel like I'm reading now: place holders. Books that I might not normally read, I am reading now. There are so many books coming out soon by authors I love. I don't want to start a book that I won't want to put down when Death, Doom and Detention or Lover at... Continue Reading →
It's My World 