Showing posts with label Anne of Green Gables. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne of Green Gables. Show all posts

May 7, 2015

New Photo And Reading Updates

I love it when the DC Comics universe decides to release new photos of yours truly.  Apparently there's a new video game coming out (after a series of delays) called Batman: Arkham Knights and fans have been criticizing the yearly subscription rate as being "too high" when very little information has been made available about what the game entails.  So to appease the fanboys and girls out there, the studio behind the game released this image of Batgirl (Barbara Gordon) that you can play in a "prequel story" as part of the game.


Or as I like to title this image: Wendy, Working a Sunday Shift at the Library.  Seriously.  Just. Like. This.

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http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1451692447/themisaofsupe-20
So, in other news - how am I doing after my epic whiny post from earlier in the week?  Better.  Oh no mistake, I'm still whiny (Rome wasn't built in a day y'all) and my Tigers seem incapable of beating the Chicago White Sox at the moment, so blah.  But as for reading?  I'm getting there.

I burned through Anne of Green Gables on audiobook, which I enjoyed.  I think I'm going to go through the rest of the series, but am taking breaks in between so I don't gorge myself on Americana Goodness and hit saturation levels.

I'm also pretty well invested in Tiffany Girl by Deeanne Gist, despite reading reviews on GoodReads that made my head explode.  Gist has been moving away from inspirational with her last few books, but trust Auntie Wendy on this one - it's not like she's putting on latex, carrying a whip and going full blown Fifty on us. 

Ladies, I know filthy naughty times and this is so far away from that - well let's just say please do not come over to the Bat Cave and go merrily traipsing through my bookshelves.  The shock would either 1) kill you or 2) lead you to call a priest to perform an exorcism on me.  Wait, does the priest look like Ewan McGregor in Angels & Demons?  Maybe?


Anyhoodle.....

The "feel" of this story reminds me quite a bit of the Americana "sub genre" that existed in the 1990s and early 2000s.  Folks like Pamela Morsi, Stephanie Mittman and Stef Ann Holm.  That kind of vibe.  So while I wouldn't say this book is inspirational per se, I'd still classify it as a gentle read (thus far).  Time will tell, of course.  I mean, I've got several hundred pages left.  Full-length review will follow, I just need to read the whole book first.

I'm also finding myself hankering for Harlequin - which should shock no one.  Looking back at my reading year thus far, I haven't really read that many category romances yet and Lord knows the last Harlequin Historical I read.  I've got a couple library books I want to try, see if they hold my attention, but then I might go on a bit of a category binge.  I certainly have plenty to choose from.