It's time for another round-up, mostly because I don't think I can stretch any of this stuff into a full-fledged blog post. Aren't you all the lucky ducks?
First up, Major League Baseball announced their Rookies Of The Year, and my boy, Austin Jackson got hosed. The worst part about it is that My Man was right. He said because Jackson didn't finish the year hitting .300 he didn't stand a chance. But bitter girl that I am, I threw back that if Jackson had stayed a precious, precious Yankee - the media would have been touting him as the second coming of Mickey Mantle and there wouldn't have been a question. He would have had RotY, MVP and New York probably would have made up some more awards to bestow on him.
OK, maybe not Mickey Mantle. I don't see Jackson ever having those kind of power numbers.
The SoCalBloggers have gotten together two weeks in a row thanks to visiting dignitaries. A couple of weeks ago it was Kris, and last Saturday it was SonomaLass. We met up in Pasadena and had a grand time. This time of year is always slightly nuts for everybody, so I imagine that will be the last organized gathering until after the new year.
On the book shopping front (because, you know - there's always book shopping at these things), I picked up The Lovers by Eden Bradley and A Christmas Waltz by Jane Goodger. The Bradley because she's a SoCal'er, Jill Sorenson liked it, and because I'll admit to enjoying the rare bird that is the F/F/M pairing in erotic women's fiction (romance or otherwise). The Goodger got bought because it's a western (although the heroine is English) and a little birdie told me that the hero is....wait for it....gasp...a virgin!
I weeded the TBR Mountain Range several months back. Some books got sent off to new owners thanks to Paperback Swap. The SoCalBloggers took a few off my hands. But I still had a ton sitting in my home office and I'm at the point where I just want them gone. Where are they now? Well about 40 of them are sitting on my desk at work where I'll farm them out to poor unsuspecting branch libraries. Hey, it's all fairly new stuff and this is me we're talking about - so the books are in disturbingly pristine condition.
I've got two audio books going right now. Sizzling Sixteen by Janet Evanovich and The Search by Nora Roberts. The Evanovich is a lather, rinse, repeat, and honestly I have no idea why I'm still keeping up with this series via audio. Oh wait, yes I do. It's because they're undemanding listens. The turn-your-brain-off kind of listens. Sometimes I just need that.
The Search was chosen because the ARC of the book sat on my desk for months, unread. Generally speaking, I cannot listen to romance on audio. Having someone read me sex scenes tends to squirk me out seven ways 'til Sunday. And while this particular book isn't doing a whole lot of me (It's OK. A little of the "dog stuff" went a long for me, and I've found the pacing slow in spots) - I think I'll be able to listen to Nora's single titles on audio. Why? The way she's written the sex....at least in this book. It's pretty straight-forward with not a bunch of flowery goo-ga mucking up the narrative. Also, the hero pretty much acts like a guy. No poetry spouting Care Bear. Thank the good Lord. So while, so far, The Search, hasn't lit my world on fire, it's been a nice, pleasant listen and glory, glory - I think I've found at least one romance author I can listen to on audio.