Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Something To Ponder

First things first. My apologies to all of you who subscribe to the RSS feed for my Upcoming Historical Romances wiki. I was at work, went in to update a few things using Internet Explorer, and ended up corrupting several images and links. There was no easier way to fix it than wiping out a crap-load of cover art and starting over from scratch. Which is why those of you using the RSS feed probably got about 5698 notifications that I had added content. I did add some new content, but the vast majority of my time was spent fixing stuff that got mucked up because IE blows donkey balls.

Anyway, yes - I recently did some updating to the wiki and spent some time last week tip-toeing through some databases scrounging up some upcoming historical romance releases. It was while I was looking for cowboys, Dukes and rakes that I came across this happy little gem, due out in March 2010:
Longtime readers of this blog know that I'm a massive ho for the Harlequin SuperRomance line. Um, and unless the title of this blog hasn't clued you in, I'm also a librarian. So how awesome do I think this book sounds? Very! Hell, I don't even know what the damn thing is going to be about yet, but that title sounds like it's chock full of Harlequin-y goodness.

Which begs the question? What exactly did the librarian do? Something positively scandalous, no doubt. Maybe she had to break the news to some poor little orphan boy that Harry Potter isn't a real person? Or maybe she inadvertently allowed a book burning committee to meet in the library's community room? Ooooh, or maybe she banned Eric Carle and Maurice Sendak from her secret baby's book collection?

Heh, or maybe the librarian just refused to keep her mouth shut and started a blog.

Is it March yet?

Monday, September 28, 2009

Monday Round-Up

The American Library Association's annual Banned Books Week is going on right now, September 26 - October 3. I encourage you to visit the ALA web site, where you can find oodles of information concerning banned and challenged books. My personal feelings on the topic of censorship is that it sucks, and that every "good" public library should have something on the shelf to offend everybody. I also think everybody should "honor" the occasion of Banned Books Week by reading something that someone, somewhere would (or did) find offensive. Which honestly, isn't all that hard since people have a tendency to be ass-hats.

And for the record? Wendy's personal favorite challenged books are Of Mice And Men by John Steinbeck, Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes and the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling.

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One thing I forgot to mention that happened this weekend (beside the blogger meet 'n greet and Lil' Sis announcing she's knocked up) is that the Bat Cave has gone wireless! While I was out having fun on Saturday, My Man plunked down the cash for a wireless router. Which means yours truly can now surf the Interwebs while lying in bed, sitting in the living room, on the toilet (OK, even I wouldn't do that), from anywhere in the Bat Cave. Heaven! Joy! Oh happy day!

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As previously mentioned the agency I work for as decided to filter the Interwebs. The library got an "exemption" from this, but turns out the software isn't playing nice with Firefox. Since our IT department doesn't "support" Firefox, and frankly has bigger fish to fry than just catering to lil' ol' me, I've sucked it up and switched to Internet Explorer. Gotta say, I pretty much hate it. Oh well. Suck it up Wendy. I'll likely get used to it. Eventually. Blah.

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Beverly Jenkins has done a guest post over at the Borders TrueRomance blog. I adore Jenkins. 1) She's a Michigan girl 2) She puts such wonderful historical tidbits in her books and 3) She's just an all-around smart, awesome chick. Her latest book, Captured, is set during the American Revolution and is a sea-faring tale featuring pirates! Laydown date is tomorrow, September 29.

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My gal Rosie has an interesting post up over at Access Romance Reader's Gab about whether or not wading into online debate can or should be viewed as apathy.
"Depending on the day, week or month there is always some wave making itself felt throughout the blogs and author websites that comprise Romancelandia. While many people, myself included, will make the effort to comment that they either don’t care or can’t be bothered to get involved, that opinion is sometimes observed as being a wimpy or fence sitting. The perception seems to be that someone who can’t be bothered is really waiting to see where the hand of righteousness will fall and then the wimp/fence sitter will tumble to the side of popular opinion."
Go forth and make your own opinion known.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Big News From The Bat Cave

The So. Cal. Bloggers are spread out over such a large area, that we're currently experimenting with finding different places we can meet. Sort of like on a rotating schedule, that way one part of our group isn't always stuck with a crap-load of driving. Yesterday we headed north, which worked out great for me, since it was literally right around the corner from where the Lil' Sis lives.

So I get to her place, and tell her I brought a copy of Kiss It Better by Portia Da Costa for her to read. I turn my back to her, and as I'm rooting around in my book bag, she says, "I have something for you too. I have this really great bookmark...." I turn around and she's holding....

Ultrasound pictures!

Squeeeeeeeeeeee!

The Lil' Sis is pregnant!!!!!

It's Baby #1 and Pregnancy #1 for her and the Super Genius Brother-In-Law, which is why she waited until the end of her first trimester to tell any of us. The lil' stinker. I should have known something was up when we were at the L.A. County Fair, on a day hotter than blue blazes, and she turned down the opportunity for an ice cold beer. How obtuse is Wendy? Yeah. Very.

She's due in early April, and feels pretty good right now. A little nauseous, but doesn't have full-blown morning sickness. Her main issue is exhaustion. She's really, really tired - which if you know my Lil' Sis, you know it hasn't been easy for her. She's very much a go-go-go kind of person.

So finding out that bit of news just added to an already great day. Seven of the So. Cal. Bloggers were able to make the trip. It was me, Rosie, Nikki, Tracy, Lori, Renee, and Rowena. Books were bought, swapped, discussed, food was eaten, and much merriment ensued. It's always so great to see everyone, and catch up not only on book-related "stuff" but also on our personal lives, husbands, kids, jobs etc. A greater bunch of chicks you'll never meet. A super-duper fabulous day!

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Where I'm At Today

I'm abandoning My Man with a full slate of college football (yeah, he's bereft - not!) to hang out with some of the So. Cal. Bloggers today! Yippeee! And better still? We're hooking up at a new meeting place (have a mentioned we're spread out all over the damn area?) which just happens to be, literally, right around the corner from where the Lil' Sis lives. So I get to see my sister, bring her a copy of Kiss It Better by Portia Da Costa to read (cuz that's how I roll) and hang out with some of my most favorite blogger, book-geek, peeps.

Wahoooey!

What are you all doing this glorious weekend?

Friday, September 25, 2009

Pimpin' Harlequins. Again.

Harlequin Spice author, Victoria Janssen, has been showing off her love for category romance this week with a series of guest posts on her blog.

Which naturally means that yours truly, Librarian Harlequin Ho #1, just about fell all over herself when Victoria asked me if I wanted to participate.

That's where I am today. Hanging out with Victoria and pimpin' out some of my favorite Harlequins that are buried in the Bat Cave Keeper Stash. Book pimpage and a chance to add to your used bookstore treasure hunt list? It's win-win people!

Head on over and show me some love.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Objectivity In The Age Of Twitter

What I've always found so interesting about the romance genre is the connection that readers share with the authors. Even back in The Dark Ages, it was pretty easy to send "fan letters" to authors. To this day when I crack open a book from the early 1990s, I often find a PO Box address listed at the end of the author bio.

Then the Internet happened. Authors got web sites and e-mail and it got even easier for readers to "mingle" with authors. Now in the age of social networking? Forget about it. It's a free-for-all.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing. Let's be honest here. Pretty much everyone outside of the genre tends to scoff at romance. It's poorly written crap. The authors are making money churning out Mad-Libs style books. The readers are idiots happily lapping up simplistic drivel. Lather, rinse, repeat. When you have that kind of scorn directed at you from "the outside," you're naturally going to look for approval from "the inside." So romance authors and readers have banded together as a clan, of sorts. It's pretty cool actually.

Where it gets sticky for me is when we talk objectivity. The line started blurring the moment the online romance community was born, and now in an age where anyone can start their own blog, it's gotten really murky. I'm all for everyone and anyone to start blogging (the more the merrier I say!), but when it comes to reviews and promotion, it's throwing a wrench in the works.

I'm a bit of a cynic at heart, but when I see an author and reader Tweeting each other, commenting on each others' blogs, and then I see the reader post an A+++ (squeeeee!) review for the author's latest book? Yeah. Doubting Thomas at 5 o'clock.

OK, so I'm a bitch.

And a hypocrite.

There are authors who comment on this blog. And authors who I follow on Twitter. Over the years I've unabashedly championed some authors (Maggie Osborne and Portia Da Costa coming to mind). So what makes me think I'm "different."

I'm not really. I'm a fan. An unabashed fan. What it all boils down to is objectivity. I've been accused of being "too hard" on books and being "hard-hearted." That last one, I hope, jokingly. But for me? The author is not their book. There are countless authors I have "met" (in person and virtually) over the years who I think are wonderful, beautiful, incredible, lovely human beings.

But I can't stand their books.

Do I feel like a shit-heel for it? Yeah. For about half a minute. And then I move on. Because my not liking a book is just that - me not liking it. Doesn't mean countless other people out there won't love the book and want to have babies with it. It's just that I don't. Also it doesn't mean I won't buy the book for work. Hell, my job is all about objectivity. Otherwise I'd never buy another Danielle Steel book as long as I live.

I think most authors are grown-ups and "get it." Maggie Osborne is retired, so she probably doesn't give a hoot that some crazy librarian fangirl didn't care for The Stranger's Wife or Shotgun Wedding. Portia Da Costa still talks to me even though I wasn't wild about one of her Spice Briefs short stories for Harlequin. Heck, Jennifer Lyon still acknowledges my existence despite me whining about her leaving behind mysteries (which I really liked!) to write paranormals.

Do I feel like crap when I meet an author in person and I gave one of their books a "negative" review? Yeah. I feel like shit. But I know it's a business, they know it's a business, and in the grand scheme of things, is my one less-than-enthusiastic review of their book going to ruin their lives? Highly unlikely. I don't have, or want, that kind of power.

Although if I did have that kind of power, just think what I could do for historical westerns?

Ultimately it comes down to the reader/blogger being honest with themselves. If they recognize that remaining objective is "hard" for them, maybe they need to decide what they want more. Mingling with authors via social networking or reviewing their books for a blog? I don't think being a fangirl is necessarily a bad thing (well, unless you're crazy - then that's no good), but own it. Admit it. Revel in it. Be upfront about it. Because I want honest reviews giving me good, solid information about the book. If your honest opinion is "Squeeeeee I love everything this author has written - including all the doormat heroines, 'man roots,' 'love grottos,' and asshole Alpha jerks who rape the heroine until she falls in love with him" then so be it. But own it.

Don't pass yourself off as being objective when you aren't. Because frankly, that sucks.

This is a constantly evolving issue, and one that I think quite a few reader bloggers struggle with. I also don't think it's going to let up anytime soon. Especially since so many aspiring author bloggers who have had feet in both Author and Reader blogging worlds are now starting to get publishing contracts.

Stay tuned for further developments.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Things That Suck

1. Someone needs to pull Oprah aside and tell her that nobody likes a tease. After the hype on her web site that "She's never picked anything like this before!" that's exactly what she does. The only things remotely "unique" about Uwem Akpan's Say You're One Of Them is that the author is African (OK, that's pretty cool) and this is a short story collection. Other than that? I'm hard-pressed to consider this selection "different" in any way shape or form.

2. My new vacuum cleaner. The one aspect of your life that should always suck is your vacuum cleaner. I was cleaning the Bat Cave on Friday, only to discover that my El Cheapo Bissell was now 110% useless, as opposed to 85% useless. This gave My Man a project, and he immediately hit the web researching vacuum cleaners. His assessment? Vacuum cleaners are serious business! After some shopping around we settled on a Riccar, and glory be - it sucks! It really and truly sucks!

3. Agreeing with A.J. Pierzynski. I loathe the Chicago White Sox catcher with the heat of a thousand blazing suns. I hate this guy. If I were driving down a Chicago street, and saw him standing on a curb, I'd gun the engine, run him over, then put the car in reverse to run over him again. Loathe. Seriously loathe. So it broke my heart when I read this quote from A.J.:
"Whoever wants it, us or Minnesota, Detroit is trying to give it. They are keeping us in it by not winning. That's what is so frustrating. It seems like it's there, but we can't do anything about it."
God damn it. I agree with Pierzynski. Detroit Tigers? Sometimes you make it really hard to love you. You are sucking major butt right now. Just sayin'.

4. My employers are now blocking certain social networking sites. Bye-bye Facebook, Twitter, and my super awesome Upcoming Historical Romances wiki. If blogs are on the chopping block, this will seriously put a crimp in my style. Do you know how many blogs I read for work-related "stuff?" A lot. Bugger.

5. Not reading. My reading mojo is toast. My blogging mojo is toast. I'm not sure what my problem is, but inspiration has definitely fled the scene of the crime. Sigh...

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Cheryl, Oprah, Ernie and Whitney

Today's round-up of linky goodness starts off with Cheryl St. John, who now has a cover for her December 2009 release, Her Colorado Man. She also has a very nice post up today over at the Petticoats and Pistols blog where she talks about about the book, and the cover.

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Librarians and booksellers around the country are girding their loins in preparation for tomorrow, when Oprah is set to announce her next book club pick. There's been quite a bit of fiction released in recent memory that screams "Oprah" to me, and my best guess was that she'd pick The Help by Kathryn Stockett. However, speculation I've read online suggests I'm wrong and there's this
juicy morsel on Oprah's web site:
"She's never picked anything like this before!"
I'll admit it. When I read this my first thought was, "Maybe she'll pick a romance novel." Then I put the vodka bottle down and came to my senses. Ha!

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The last of the great Old School baseball announcers was honored at Comerica Park last night. Ernie Harwell is in his 90s, and has publicly revealed that he has inoperable cancer. Ernie was the Detroit Tigers radio announcer for a ton of years, and they had a nice video tribute last night, along with Ernie coming out between innings to give a little speech to the fans. You can see the whole shebang on the Tigers website in their video archives.

A couple of memories about Ernie. First, I hope I look half as good as he does if I live to be 90. He's still quite sprightly, and is a big advocate for seniors to stay active. He's a big "walker" and I seem to recall reading an interview with him years ago where he said he "always takes the stairs." My favorite Ernie call? Probably "Long drive to right....and it is a home run for Gibson!" from the 1984 World Series. Maybe that's because I live in southern California now, and Dodgers fans like to think that Kirk Gibson only hit memorable home runs for them.

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Big Sis is the family Metal Head. Lil' Sis is all about rap and hip-hop. Me? I'm the pop girl. I love good pop music, which means Top 40 radio has been downright painful of late. Well brace yourself bitches because Whitney Houston is back, having thrown off the yoke of "Bobbbbbbaaaaaaayyyyyyyy."

Yeah, Lil' Sis. I put that in there just to amuse you.

I saw the official video for Million Dollar Bill yesterday, and damn, I am totally digging this song. It's upbeat. It's dance-y. And it's got mad earworm properties. Work it girl!

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I Am Woman

When people find out I'm a librarian, the first comment that pops up is usually, "That must be great. To have a job where you read all day." I hate bursting their bubble, but as awesome as my job is, I don't sit in my cubicle reading books all day. Oh, I do a ton of reading, but it's usually in the form of book reviews, promotional e-mails, blogs, etc. Which is how I heard about this happy little book that's coming out in November 2009.

Flow: The Cultural Story Of Menstruation by Elissa Stein and Susan Kim.

Yep, someone wrote a book about periods.

I'll admit, this book intrigues me. In between my course load of British history classes in college, I took several women's studies/women's history classes and always found it fascinating. It also made me very appreciative that I was born in the latter half of the 20th century (seriously, glory hallelujah!).

What will this book cover? Well, looking at the book's web site, I'm guessing what the hell we poor women had to endure until Kotex came on the market. Also, the other use of Lysol (which I knew about already, but it still horrifies me!), and how doctor's would treat hysteria for their female patients (hey, I know it makes me feel better, but in a doctor's office? Talk about clinical!).


Flow's Youtube Channel

Take it from a librarian, they really will publish books on just about any subject. Although honestly, this isn't the weirdest book I've ever heard about. I think that honor still goes to the Russian Criminal Tattoo Encyclopedia.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Football Schmootball

I'll admit I was eye-ing the Chicago Bears as a possible football bandwagon, but during last night's game where Jay Cutler threw four interceptions and Brian Urlacher suffered a season-ending injury, I wasn't much in the mood to keep watching. So I improvised and read a book instead.

Karen Templeton is one of my go-to category romance authors, mostly because I think she writes "real" characters. Characters that don't come off as silly or contrived, and act like "normal" people. From Friends To Forever is part of Silhouette Special Edition's on-going Famous Families promotion and is book four in Templeton's Guys & Daughters series (which I adored).

Lili Szabo is a nice Hungarian girl visiting relatives in the States. After taking care of her for several years, her mother has passed away and Lili is at loose ends, not sure what to do "next" with her life. A vacation to visit distant relatives seems like just the ticket, and it's there that she crosses paths with Tony Vaccaro, her cousin by marriage.

As teenagers, Tony and Lili spent a lot of time together when she visited one summer. They bonded, over the fact that a broken leg had effectively ended his athletic aspirations and that she felt like a square peg in a family full of colorful circus performers. Now they're all grown up, and Tony finds himself attracted to Lili. Unfortunately the timing sucks for everyone involved. Lili is set to return to Hungary in a few weeks and Tony is still coping with being a single dad to three young daughters after his wife's death.

One thing I've noticed about many of the Famous Families books is that they are very series "heavy." This book is no exception. Several past characters from previous books turn up in this installment and as a "fan," I got a kick out of seeing all of them. But for newcomers? Yeah, probably not going to care all that much and I suspect it'll feel like "series-itis."

The conflict takes a while to get moving, and it involves The Dead Wife and a secret from her past that effectively throws Tony for a loop. This bit of conflict is compelling, and has a ton of emotional juice to move the story forward. However it's really complicated, and so fraught with heartache, that I felt the matter was resolved a little too conveniently at the end.

Lili seems like a nice enough girl, although she spent entirely too much time in this story cleaning Tony's house. She wants to "feel needed" and Lord knows Tony needs an army of help. I like home and hearth as much as the next girl, but I also need some fire. Luckily the author gives Lili some of that, which is illustrated in the form of a conversation Lili has with Tony's mother-in-law. That sealed the deal for me. The gal had gumption and I like gumption.

Besides the conflict with The Dead Wife, there's the small matter of the happily-ever-after which is a little complicated since Lili is Hungarian and not an American citizen. The author glosses over this aspect, and while most readers aren't likely to give a damn, all I could think about was my Lil' Sis and Super Genius Brother-In-Law, who practically had to fill out INS paperback in blood after they got married. Just sayin'.

All in all? This was an OK read. This wasn't a dud, but it didn't have quite the same magic for me as some of Templeton's earlier titles - especially the other books in the Guys & Daughters series. If you're a fan, it's worth a look. If you're a newcomer? Start here instead.

Grade = C+

ISBN 9780373654703, Silhouette Special Edition #1988, August 2009, $4.99

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Monday Morning Quarterback

For those of you who have only recently discovered this blog because of my last Ranty McRanty editorial post, this is the Honeymoon Is Over post. Yeah, I occasionally blog about stuff that nobody really cares about. Namely sports.

Tonight marks the first official game of the NFL regular season. This makes My Man very happy. He loves football. Loves it. If you cut him open, he would most likely bleed football. I also enjoy football, but I'll be honest - I really only started watching it because of him. See, we're one of those couples that has nothing in common. No really, we don't. If either one of us had resorted to Internet dating (we hooked up the old-fashioned way - getting drunk and meeting at a college fraternity party), we never would have been "matched." Since it seemed unlikely that he would take up reading romance novels, I decided to "learn" football. And glory be, I actually have come to enjoy it.

However this year is already looking like a slog for me. Why? Because gentle blog readers, I have the great misfortune of being a Buffalo Bills fan. It's not entirely my fault. I went to college in Buffalo, and sometime during those years when I was earning two degrees the university implanted a microchip in my brain rendering me a Bills fan for life.

It's hard to get excited about the football season when your team seems content to mire itself in mediocrity. Especially when this past off-season they could have done so much to make themselves suck a little less.

And no, signing Terrell Owens does not count as "doing something." We signed T.O. for one reason. The Old Goat who owns the Bills figured signing T.O. would sell more tickets. And T.O. signed with Buffalo (seriously, Buffalo?!?!) because he has officially pissed off too many people in the NFL. While I think T.O. is a talented receiver, I also know that you need someone who is going to throw him the ball - and hello? Trent Edwards? They still think Edwards is starting quarterback material? Really?

The starters didn't score one offensive touchdown during the preseason. Not one. You don't have to know jack about football to know that really sucks ass. This bit of ineptitude led to the firing of the offensive coordinator....already.

I haven't even gotten into what is passing for our offensive and defensive lines these days.

Oh and did I mention we're opening the season against the New England Patriots on Monday night? Yeah, that'll go well... /end sarcasm

It's a sad state of affairs that I'm more interested in watching the Detroit Lions this year than the Bills. Well, sober at any rate.

Yep, a bit difficult to muster up much enthusiasm. I should take heart though. As crappy as the Bills are likely to be this year? We're still not as big a suck-hole as the Oakland Raiders organization.

Now, to find myself a nice cushy bandwagon to jump on....

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

What's In ILL? Russians, Vampires & Librarians

As I've already mentioned, I work across the hall from my library's InterLibrary Loan department. I love wandering over there and poking around the stacks of books to see what is getting requested. And inevitably? There's usually quite a bit of romance to be found. Here are some titles I recently stumbled across:

(Don't know what ILL is? Check out this previous post)

Splendor by Brenda Joyce, published in 1997.
She Played a Dangerous Game

Carolyn Browne was a poor bookseller's daughter and an enlightened thinker, delighting London with her scathingly witty columns, written under the name Charles Copperville. Penetrating the ton's gilded salons in male disguise, Carolyn soon throws her barbs at the wrong man-the enigmatic Russian prince, Nicholas Sverayov.

He Was a Dangerous Target

His notoriety, extravagances, and indulgent disregard for social convention fuel Carolyn's outrage. Nicholas has moved through the balls and soirees of high society effortlessly, a natural target of gossip, envy, and desire. But Nicholas is furious to find himself lampooned by Copperville, and quickly discovers Carolyn's dearly held secret. Now, as the two spar, a new game begins-a game of deception and pride, of longing and chance.

And They Played for the Ultimate Prize...

As Nicholas sweeps Carolyn from the teeming streets and gala balls of Regency London to the splendor and majesty of St. Petersburg, against all odds the unlikely lovers embark upon a whirlwind of passion and peril until there is no turning back-for the stakes have changed, demanding no less of them than the unwavering courage to claim the love of a lifetime.
Regency London, Russia and a Chick Wearing Pants? Fantastic!

For All Eternity by Linda Lael Miller, published in 1994
I will love you beyond forever, in heaven or in hell, in life or in death....

She is a creature of the night. Beautiful. Seductive. Immortal. Her kiss brings the mercy of death to wounded soldiers at Gettysburg. Her courage defies the darkest schemes of the queen of the vampires. Her soul struggles for peace in a war that is brewing with angels and warlocks.

But her heart is all too human -- and one man holds the key. His name is Calder Holbrook, a mortal man who has unlocked her deepest desires. And Maeve Tremayne is a vampire who has never experienced such all-consuming hunger. For love. For passion...

A vampire romance back before vampire romances were "cool." And the heroine is the vampire? Not the hero? Hello, awesome sauce!

Annie In The Morning by Curtiss Ann Matlock, Silhouette Special Edition #695, published in 1991
Annie Lane had always loved reading and writing, so it wasn't all that surprising than she met and was courted by her husband, rancher Matt Breen, through the mail. Soon he knew every little thing about her--except one: she was pregnant. But there were some things you just couldn't say in a letter .. . .

Writing to Annie, Matt found himself able to share his thoughts and feelings in a new and wonderful way. And when they met, he knew he'd found the right woman. But after discovering her secret, he felt like a stranger. Now that they were together, could they rediscover the love that had flourished when they were apart?
Wow! It's like Internet dating before the Internet! And we even have a secret baby to boot! Could it get any better you ask? Why yes, it can! According to a review over at Amazon, our dear heroine is a 30-year-old virgin librarian who had too much to drink one night, had one sexual encounter (which was probably terrible because all these heroines tend to think they're "no good" at sex afterward) and voila! Ended up with a bun in the oven. If I didn't think it would have me running towards the closest bottle of vodka, I'd be tempted to read this one.

Now it's time for true confessions. Anyone read any of these? C'mon, I know a boat-load of you must have at least read the LLM vampire title. Any of these sound intriguing enough for you to hunt down for yourself?

Monday, September 7, 2009

What's Old Is New

Before the proliferation of blogs, romance readers congregated on message boards. I was mostly a lurker on the AAR Boards, but inevitably the same debate would crop up every few months. Some reader(s) whining about how historical romance "ain't what it used to be." I'll admit, most of the time I rolled my eyes and moved on. I didn't agree with about 90% of their whining. That said, 10% of their whining was spot on. Historical romance in the 1970s, 1980s and the first half of the 1990s definitely had more meat on the bone. There was a real "saga" quality to the stories. They were bigger in scope, and there was ::gasp:: actual history to be found. The stories felt less interchangeable. Now, was all historical romance back in the day great fiction? ::Snort::, that's a big "Hell no." Some of it sucked ass. But my theory has always been that it's not the purple prose and "forced seduction" readers miss, so much as that "saga" feel.

First with Broken Wing, and now with Highland Rebel, Judith James seems determined to resurrect historical romance as we once knew it. The best part? She's reminding all of us how great those "big" stories can be, without drowning her tales in mind-numbing purple prose and having her hero rape the heroine until she falls in love with him. She's taken the best of the "old" and the "new" and melded it into a winning combination.

Jamie Sinclair has no use for religion. Protestant or Catholic, it doesn't much matter to him. That said, a man has to pick a side, and he's most likely to pick the side that will make sure his bread is buttered. With James II now sitting on the thrown, Jamie has thrown his lot in with the Catholics. It's on the battlefield that he spies Catherine Drummond, daughter of a now dead laird who has ridden into battle to rescue her foolish baby brother. Naturally it goes awry, and she's captured by a rather large group of hardened soldiers. Yeah, this will not end well for her. But riding to her rescue is Jamie, who immediately plucks her from their clutches and in a bid to save her, marries her on the spot.

The rest of the book essentially follows their marriage. It's a very inconvenient one for Jamie, who was promised a wealthy Catholic heiress by King James II to restore his coffers. It's very convenient for Catherine, who as a wealthy Highland heiress, is an inconvenience to her uncle, cousin and brother. They're determined to marry her off to have her out of their hair and secure a valuable alliance. She wants no part of it - so naturally being already married is quite beneficial to her. However with so much political unrest surrounding them, their marriage will be anything but easy. Jamie plays a very dangerous game, and Catherine's beloved Highlands will soon be choosing sides.

Some of you might recall that I was one of about three readers who didn't want to have babies with Broken Wing. I had a lot of issues with that story, uppermost being the writing style. So I can say with absolutely certainty (and you won't be able to convince me otherwise) that Highland Rebel is flat-out a better written book.

Jamie is one of my favorite types of heroes. Yes, he has a tragic past and plenty of baggage, but he doesn't wallow too much. He knows the way of the world, and how quickly fortunes can change. In fact, his fortunes change several times over the course of this story. He's a charmer, a rogue, and a bit of a scoundrel. He'll sell his loyalty to the highest bidder, just so long as that bidder actually has a shot in Hell at winning. Jamie's main mission in life is to look out for Jamie.

I'll be honest, Catherine annoyed me considerably for the first 50 pages. If you're going to ride into battle, at least cut your damn hair to disguise yourself better. Also, she's rather combative with Jamie when it's rather blatantly obvious that he's just saved her from being raped to death by a gang of soldiers. She struck me as rather dense. All that being said, readers need to stick with her past page 50, because that's right around the time the author fills in her back story, which I found interesting and it really helped to flesh out her character. Also, she stops acting so dense, and that certainly helps.

The Restoration period of English history is largely neglected in historical romance, and is one ripe with possibilities, if only for all the political maneuverings and court intrigue. It provides the author with plenty of fodder, and gives the romantic couple plenty of conflict to overcome. That said, the ending of this story is rather, well, open-ended. Make no mistake, the characters get their happily ever after, but the author doesn't lay it all out at the reader's feet. It actually reminded me a bit of the ending of All Through The Night by Connie Brockway. There's no epilogue showing Jamie and Catherine 10 years down the road with children running wild around them. It's up to the reader to imagine what shall happen to them next. What adventures they'll encounter. I rather liked it, although I'll admit I would have loved more closure for some of the secondary characters.

It took me a week to read the first 50 pages of this book, and one evening to plow through the last 400. Once I got sucked in, I couldn't seem to stop myself from reading all the way to the finish line. If you're a reader who digs stories with that Big, Sweeping Saga feel to them, you really have to read this book. There's really nothing quite like it out there, except for maybe James' debut novel Broken Wing. That being said, Broken Wing was the kind of story that I was selectively recommending, where Highland Rebel is one I think historical romance lovers everywhere need to consider giving a shot. It's got great history, interesting characters, and a wonderful sense of adventure. It misses an 'A' because I've no burning desire to reread it, but that doesn't make it any less "good."

Final Grade = B+

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Wendy And Lil' Sis Go To The Fair

Yesterday my sister and I went to the L.A. County Fair.

Yes, L.A. has a fair. I know. It's more than slightly bizarre and hard to wrap your mind around, but it's actually very nice. Lil' Sis wanted to go because some of her students (have I mentioned she teaches high school English?) were working, and she wanted to do the whole Supportive Teacher Thing. Well that, and the fair is always a most excellent opportunity to gorge yourself on totally inappropriate food choices. Here are some random observations on the day:

1) Oh. My. God. H-O-T! Hot, hot, hot. So, hot. Insanely hot. Inhumanely hot.

2) When it's so incredibly hot outside it's hard to gorge yourself on inappropriate food choices. Nothing sounds good because it's so bloody H-O-T out.

3) I love bacon and I love chocolate but chocolate covered bacon is so wrong on a whole lotta levels.

4) You can deep-fry just about anything. No really, you can! Oreos, Snickers bars, Twinkies, S'Mores - you name it, someone was probably deep-frying it at the fair.

5) L.A. lacks "real" carnies. Maybe it's from my growing up in the Midwest, but carnies are supposed to wear Metallica T-shirts, have a grand total of ten teeth, practice questionable personal hygiene and operate carnival rides that look about 25% safe. All the rides at the L.A. County Fair looked safe, clean and the "carnies" were well-groomed, practiced good personal hygiene, had all their teeth, and were wearing blue polo shirts. Maybe L.A. recruits for carnies at Old Navy?

6) Oh. My. God. Did I mention how hot is was? Seriously. H-O-T.

7) Nothing says L.A. County Fair quite like seeing a giant white mushroom cloud off in the distance silhouetting the Ferris wheel. Yep, fires still burning.

8) I understand that when you have a baby, you do need to "get out" in order to not lose your mind. But did I mention how hot it was? And how many teeny, tiny babies (as in infants!) I saw at the fair? Seriously people. Where are your brains? Wait, stupid question. No need to answer that.

9) It was Karaoke Day, and Lil' Sis refused to get on stage and rap Jump Around by House of Pain. Yeah, she sucks.

10) I got my white trash fix, and Lil' Sis got her scary tattooed gangsta fix. It was all good.

11) Miracle of miracles, I didn't get too sunburned. Thank you SPF 45.

12) They do have animals at the L.A. County Fair (and not just of the human variety). Although gotta say there seemed to be an exorbitant number of goats this year. Cute baby goats - but still, what was with all the goats? Other highlights? Baby piglets next to the largest sows I've ever seen (like, the size of my couch!), rabbits, horses, and milk cows.

Now I leave you with one of my favorite commercials for the fair. Yeah, it's kinda like this.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Month That Was August 2009

Now that the dust has sorta settled on my last bit of editorializing, it's time for me to stop putting off the general housekeeping here at the Bat Cave. Case in point, a recap of the reading I got done in August. My grand total is seven books. Not too terrible, but also not very good. Here's how it all breaks down:

Sensual Winds by Carmen Green (Kimani Romance, Contemporary Romance, 2009, third book in trilogy) My Grade = C. Heroine is sent to Key West to break up with the hero, who is engaged to heroine's boss. She gets there, hurricane hits shore, and the two are stranded together in the Dream House hero was building for his fiancee. Unfortunately the compelling conflict gets resolved within the first few chapters, which leaves this story adrift. The characters seemed like nice people, but bye-bye conflict made this a bit of a boring read. Full TGTBTU Review.

Sierra Bride by Jenna Kernan (Harlequin Historical, Historical Western Romance, 2009, part of series) My Grade = B-. Widowed heroine rescues hero from thugs attacking him in a back alley. He's smitten and determined to make her his mistress. Her late, unlamented husband was a no-good scoundrel, and she's not about to sell herself to another man. That is until her auntie's home is threatened and she desperately needs the money. Kernan is one of my favorite western authors and this story was a bit of a letdown. The romance was just OK, and frankly I was disappointed that the setting took a back seat in this story. Kernan's talent (I think) lies in her incredible ability to craft compelling heroines and her use of setting as conflict. This wasn't a "bad" read by any stretch of the imagination, but she's done better. Full TGTBTU Review.

Kiss It Better by Portia Da Costa (Erotic Romance, Black Lace, 2009, part of very loosely connected series) My Grade = B. Hero rode to heroine's rescue 15 years ago while on holiday, and neither of them have forgotten each other. He stumbles across her photo in a newspaper article while recovering from a car accident, and heads to her tiny English cafe determined to "take things slow" and woo her. A Big Secret plot and enough sex scenes to make your grandmother's hair fall out. Full Review.

Wild, Wild Women Of The West by Delilah Devlin, Layla Chase & Myla Jackson (Historical Western Erotic Romance Anthology, Kensington Aphrodisia, 2007) My Grade = C-. A pretty uneven anthology, but nothing outright offensive. Two C reads and one DNF. I'd be willing to try all these authors again. Full Review.

Cowboy Comes Back by Jeannie Watt (Harlequin SuperRomance, Contemporary Western Romance, 2009, book two in series) My Grade = C+. Hero and heroine were childhood sweethearts until she told him she wasn't ready for marriage and oops, his penis fell into another woman and knocked her up. He's back in town now that his rodeo career has gone bust, and heroine is beyond less than thrilled to see him. Well-written category romance, but felt the author spent too much time on "other stuff" instead of focusing on the oodles of conflict between romantic couple. Pacing issues aside, I plan on reading more by this author. Full TGTBTU Review.

Full House Seduction by A.C. Arthur (Kimani Romance, Contemporary Romance, 2009, book four in series) My Grade = C. Heroine heads to east coast to over see the final construction on a new casino her brother-in-law is building. Hero owns the construction company and is still hauling around baggage from the death of his parents. This was an OK story, and I liked the romantic couple, but this is book four in a series and has a terminal case of series-itis. Fans will probably like it, newcomers will probably be overwhelmed. Full TGTBTU Review.

After by Amy Efaw (Young Adult, Viking, 2009) My Grade = B. Star athlete, exemplary student, over-achieving 15-year-old girl with white trash mama conceals her pregnancy, gives birth to daughter in bathroom, and throws infant in trash can in alley behind her apartment building. She's arrested and awaiting a court hearing while in lock-up to determine if she should be tried as an adult. A compelling book about an extremely difficult subject that didn't descend into preachiness. Some of the adult characters rang my "too good to be true" bell, but if I had a teenage daughter, I'd want her to read this book. Full Review.

Four C grades? That's kind of depressing. And it's been ages since I've read an "A" book. Here's hoping September drops something truly spectacular in my lap.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

An Open Letter To Romance Bloglandia

Dear Romance Bloglandia,

Yes, it's me. Your Auntie Super Librarian. I've been putting off writing this letter for sometime, mostly because I couldn't seem to arrange my thoughts in a coherent manner. However, today it all seemed to gel, and I think it's time we sit down to have a chat.

I'm tired. I'm tired of the same, old, tired ass flame wars. I'm tired of reader bloggers talking about "business," "industry," and "traffic." I'm tired of us turning on each other and eating our young. Two bloggers are closing up shop (admittedly I don't know their reasons), people are overthinking the BBAW awards, and I swear to God if I see one more "mean girls" brouhaha I'm throwing a Leon Uris book at someone's head (Uris because all of his books were like 9456 pages long and they would hurt).

Everybody is so damn pissy about everything and looking for ulterior motives under rocks and behind potted palms. It's gotten so absurd that Kristie, Sybil and I even fielded complaints about The Great Western Drive. Yeah, seriously. Are y'all not having enough good orgasms? Is that it? Well, just in case - I guess I better clarify....

We did The Great Western Drive because Kristie thought it would be fun, and the idea amused me and Sybil. I can't speak for Kristie, but Sybil and I do about 95% of what we do just because it amuses us. Nobody put us up to it. No authors or publishers came knocking on our door, begging us to promote historical western romances. We did it because we wanted to. That was it. We knew some people would really dig it, and others wouldn't. To expect universal love is just ignorant. But still, I was surprised. Color me Pollyanna, but of all the crap I've posted on my blog over the years, a little amusing project showcasing my love for historical western romances ranks pretty damn low on the list. Why the feck criticize? If you don't like what we're doing - 1) don't follow or 2) build a different bandwagon all your own.

My theory is that this criticism was born out of the shifting viewpoints on what "reader blogs" should be. Blogging is a job. Blogging is a business. If you're a reader and you want to blog, you need a "plan."

Seriously, just shoot me now. It would be a mercy killing. No jury would convict you.

I still firmly believe that blogging and the blogging community is about doing your own thing. Yes we all want validation, love and acceptance. But let's be honest. We all started blogging about books because we're patently "uncool." No, really - we're all "uncool." If any of us were "cool" we wouldn't be spending so much time on the Internet talking about books. Now, now - don't be offended. I make my living as a goddamn librarian. Here in the Bat Cave I'm referred to as Queen Dorks-A-Lot. The magic of the online romance community is that all of us "uncool" people found each other. And when we're together? Yeah, we're all frickin' awesome! We're all rock stars!

I guess what it boils down to is that I think some of us, as reader bloggers, have lost our way. I don't know. Maybe you think I'm full of shit. Maybe I just have a raging case of PMS. But I can't help thinking that it all used to be a whole lot simpler. Back when nobody felt the need to have a "plan." Back when we were all just tossing up stuff on our own personal Internet walls. Back when we didn't care about things like traffic, advertising, and getting on ARC distribution lists.

Back before any of us thought our own shit didn't stink.

I'll say it again. I've been blogging since 2003. That makes me old. But if my blog vanished tomorrow? Yeah, some of you might miss me....for like half a second. And then you'd all move on. That's the beauty of the Internet. It's totally fluid, and no one is immune. Even the "big blogs" could vanish tomorrow and sure people would be sad - but you know what? They'd get over it. The minute a blogger starts believing their own hype is when, I think, the first nail goes in the coffin.

I'm not sure what the answer is. Especially since some of you are probably reading this wondering what the hell crawled up my ass and died. I will say that if you're reading this, and you blog, that you do one thing for me. Just step back and think for a moment. Think back to why you started blogging. Think back to a time when blogging and the online romance community made you happy. Think back and remember. Hold on to it.

Then take a deep breath....

And exhale.

Yeah. That's it. I want that back.

Sincerely,
Wendy The Super Librarian