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 →
Trash, trashy, trash-ish. Fun, shallow romance, erotic fiction or light "book nosh" is how I classify what I'm reading. On One Condition, Someone to Love, Playing for Keeps, For Sale: Old Manor House (free ghost included), Raiders of the Lost Corset -- I am totally unashamed that this is what I've chosen right now. A... Continue Reading →