First up, I've had three reviews posted over at TGTBTU within the last few days.
Clicking on the covers will take you to the full reviews.
A few things of note. The Substitute Bride by Elizabeth Lane is a sequel to last year's The Borrowed Bride.
I read In A Mother's Arms mostly because it had stories by Jillian Hart and Victoria Bylin, and also because I thought it was high-time I tried an inspirational romance. The Bylin story is emotionally magnificent, but readers have to be willing to wade through some "God-stuff" to get to the payoff. For that reason, I'm not sure how widely read it will be by the
I'm thinking of trademarking "God-stuff," in reference to inspirational romance books. As in, "How much God-stuff is in this story?" I think this is a perfectly reasonable question, but that could just be the way my mind works.
And because I tend to get a bit
No billionaires. No tycoons. No virgin secretaries. No mistresses. And no babies - secret or otherwise. Seriously. It's like the anti-Harlequin.
What the 'eff is up with the lack of leftover Easter candy this year?! Frankly, the best part about Easter is going to the grocery store the Monday after and buying up leftover Cadbury Creme Eggs, Cadbury Mini Eggs and Robin Eggs for 50% off. But this year, and several trips to different grocery stores, have turned up absolutely nothing except a few leftover chocolate bunnies.
My running theory? The crappy-ass economy freaked out candy makers, and they distributed fewer quantities this year. Hence, no leftovers.
Either that or the So. Cal. grocery stores are conspiring against me. Doesn't matter really. I still don't have leftover Easter candy and that gives me a sad.
Now, to explain the title of this post. Yes, gentle blog followers, my Dad reads my blog. This would probably be enough to freak out the typical mild-mannered librarian, but not I. I am "super" after all. No, it just means I try to keep my swearing to a minimum (hence the lack of F-bombing on the blog).
Dad told me over the weekend that he really liked my Opening Day baseball post. He thought it was funny. So funny that he made one of his coworkers read it.
I love you too Daddy.