Well lookie here - Blogger has added text color and other goodies.  It also appears that I can now post images on my free account, although it looks like I need to download software to do so.  That little experiment will have to wait then until I blog from my home computer.

 

It's Monday so that means back to work.  I actually wandered into work in a good mood today, although that was quickly dampened when I realized I don't get paid enough.  The realization hit me when a young boy came to the library today with his mother and had an "accident."  In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't too bad - but yours truly had to clean it up the excess.  Thank heavens for rubber gloves is all I got to say.  The stains on the carpet and one of our chairs is going to have to wait for our cleaning crew though.

 

I also finished a good western today.  The Courting of Widow Shaw by Charlene Sands features a fabulously delicious Beta hero, although the heroine takes some time to warm up to.  Glory Shaw's home is in flames, her worthless husband has been stabbed to death, and she's been beaten to near unconsciousness.  When Steven Harding happens upon this scene he also notices Glory holding a bloody knife in her hand.  Having always admired her from afar, he also feels indebted to her since her preacher father died saving the life of his mother - a madam who owns a local brothel.  So he spirits Glory away and hides her in the one place no one will ever look for her - his mother's brothel of course!

 

Glory is naturally dismayed to discover that Lorene Harding's son rescued her and stashed her in a brothel.  Glory has been working to shut the brothel down, blaming it's existence and Lorene Harding on her father's death.  But she's in a tight situation given she cannot recall the night of the fire.  Did she murder her husband?  And if she didn't, who did?

 

Steven is so sweet and caring I wanted to rip him out of the pages and take him home to meet my mother.  While he doesn't realize he's doing any such thing, his wooing of Glory is tender to the point of being painfully romantic.  Glory starts out a bit shakier because I had issues with her behavior early on, but her transformation over the course of the story won over my cynical heart.  A nice read.

 

Next up is The Immortal Highlander by Karen Marie Moning.  I should state up front that I loathed the previous book in this series, The Dark Highlander.  The hero had one emotion (erection) and the heroine was as dumb as a sack of bricks.  TIH has won me over thus far though because in the first chapter the hero is annoyed by the insistent crying of the the heroine from TDH.  Since I was annoyed with her as well, I could relate.  And so far the heroine of TIH sounds promising - a law student who can "see" mythical fairies.  I just started it though, so the jury is still officially out. 

As promised, here is the link to my review of Hot Pink by Susan Johnson. Consider yourselves warned.



Looks like my very mini Kathryn Shay reading fest will come to an end when I wrap up The Man Who Loved Christmas. I got a notice yesterday that there is a package of review books waiting for me at the post office. I'll pick them up tomorrow after my scheduled doctor's appointment and work on those next.



I have to say the best part about reviewing is getting books in the mail. It's like Christmas all year around.



As for other news, I was ready to quit my job this week. But then I thought about how much I would miss living in my apartment, eating, and buying books - so decided to stay on. Most of my annoyance stems from the sheer challenges of working in an older city in an older building. Our air conditioning keeps going out, I'm finding used condoms in the parking lot, and yesterday someone hopped the wall to one of our patios, retreived a bag and took off (which just smells of drug dealer don't you think?).



So needless to say I'm more than ready for my long weekend off of work - even if I do have to spend time at the doctor's office and getting my car's oil changed.

I never dedicate blog entries, but I'm breaking form here to acknowledge the fabulous Paula Danziger who passed away last week. The Cat Ate My Gymsuit was one of my favorite books when I was in junior high, and while published in the mid-1970s, it's still widely read to this day. Brava sister!



Now onto leftover birthday news - Gawd, I love my boyfriend. I really do. You know what this fabulous man did for me? Not only did I get a big bouquet of a flowers and a dinner out at a fancy restaurant - I got a gift package to a local spa! Yours truly gets to soak up a body wrap, full body massage, a manicure and a pedicure. I can hardly stand waiting, but my schedule won't free up for a couple weeks still.



I also just finished the most wonderful book - Feel The Heat by Kathryn Shay. A Harlequin SuperRomance from 1999, it tells the story of a female firefighter and the handsome businessman she rescues. Our hero is instantly captivated, but our heroine is more wary. She's blue collar and he's blue blood. However he ultimately wears down her defenses and a very realistic romance ensues. But will they be able to overcome their baggage and her dangerous profession to find their way to happily-ever-after?



Shay has this knack for creating believable characters - not just her main protagonists, but an entire cast of players. When I read one of her books I feel like I know these people. I also like the fact that she tends to write her stories with Western New York settings - damn if it doesn't almost make me homesick for my college days.



Next up is book two in this series (America's Bravest) - The Man Who Loved Christmas.

Happy Birthday to me! For the sake of full disclosure, I'm turning 29 for the first time.



No big exciting plans for today other than my darling boyfriend is taking me out to dinner. And no, I haven't gotten my present yet. He gives the best presents, so I'm sure I'm going to love it.



More good news to share - I finally finished Hot Pink by Susan Johnson. It has been a long time since I've read a book this mind numbing (August 2002 to be exact - I checked). I'll post the link when the review gets posted at TRR - it's too tedious for me to rehash it all here in my blog. My brain is still trying to recover.



Next up is the first book in Kathryn Shay's American Bravest series from Harlequin SuperRomance. I have had this book, along with most of Shay's backlist, in my too-be-read pile forever. I've read other books by this author, having found them emotional and her character interesting. So I'm thinking that Feel The Heat will be the perfect antidote and reward for my suffering.

By my estimate the state of this country's mental health care system went down the toilet in the 1980s. I've been spinning a fantasy in my head of how that budget meeting went down in the Oval Office:



Some Advisor: "Mr. President - we could fund the Star Wars project if we cut mental health care!"

Reagan: "That's an excellent idea! These people don't need much help - after all, they can just spend their days in public libraries!"



I'm sure it was probably a bit more complex than that, but after just dealing with The Mad Russian (again) I'm ready for a shot of Jack Daniels.



I can't decide if our Mad Russian patron is mentally ill or just a garden variety crack pot. He's always writing letters to various government types with bad punctuation, formatting, and spelling. This latest one was to the DMV and was about getting his license revoked.



I've made the mistake of humoring him, so he's latched onto me. He's also the kind of person that you must repeat things to over and over and over and over and over.....



Well you get the idea.



Every library has it's crazies - but I swear I have more per capita here than should be legally allowed. Personally I think it's all the sunshine here in California - it's literally cooked one too many brain cells.

Yes! I've still got it goin' on.



I was hit it on - sort of. My children's librarian at work has a 21-year-old son home on leave (he's in the military and darn if I can remember what branch now). Anywho this fine lookin' young man with a haircut you could bounce a quarter off of apparently expressed interest in me to his mother (his exact words were I lacked the "ring of death" on my left hand and I smiled at him).



After informing him that I was too old for him and living with my boyfriend, the matter was dropped. (And for the record, I'm only 28).



Cripes, I love younger men. I've dated older guys and guys my own age, but heaven help me I just love the younger ones the best. They tend to be sweeter, nicer, and frankly have less baggage. The chances of them having been screwed over by another woman is slim, and they're not nearly as set in their ways. Oh hell, I'll just admit it - they're so darn cute!



So it's kind of nice to know I still got the touch when it comes to younger guys. Hell, it's nice to know I'm still breathing. I haven't been hit on in so long I was starting to forget what it was like.....

After a lovely 4 day weekend, here I am back to work. It's depressing really. I wasn't meant to work for a living. I was meant for lounging on a Caribbean island, reading a smutty book, while my hunky cabana boy, Marco, serves me pina colodas.



I had a fairly uneventful holiday weekend, considering the highlight was purchasing a sofa sleeper for a second bedroom/computer room. We also sunk a considerable chunk of change into my boyfriend's car - which essentially needed a fluids flush.



I did get around to finishing Five Days In Summer by Kate Pepper. Not a bad book - but too slow for a suspense novel. The author spends a lot of time on inner character musings that do nothing to move the suspense thread forward - thus bogging the story done. I'm sure this would be fascinating stuff for, say, a general fiction novel - but it all seemed extraneous to me. But heck, what do I know - Publisher's Weekly loved it!



I've started Hot Pink by Susan Johnson, and I should state up front that this is a review book. After a particularly nasty experience with another of this author's contemporary efforts - I've pretty much sworn off of them. I do have some of her older historical titles sitting in my TBR (too-be-read) pile - but only because so many readers I know rave about them.



Hot Pink is better written than that other unfortunate title I suffered through, but it's still a little "too cool for school." The name dropping is starting to get a little thick, and at any moment I expect Linda Evans and Joan Collins to show up for a cat fight in the pool.



Frankly, it seems like lazy writing to me. Instead of creating the hero, the author writes that he looks like Goran Visnjic. The heroine wears Jimmy Choos and has pink hair - oh and to complete the hipness she's a web designer.



Like I said it's a little much. But it's a review book, so I must soldier on....