Ouch | Work | Book Review (for those that like Harlequins and occult) | The Professionals
Okay, I had some days of feeling incredibly rough in the brane region. Then, yesterday and today I was at work. Besides feeling like a maths problem: if Buzzy has twenty-two letters to go to various foreign destinations and the wait in the post office is ten minutes, how long will it take and will she be back before tea-break? Today, I got to watch some scary scaffolding and talk to lots of Dutch people.
As I spent today on the desk, not in the office, I got a lot of reading done. Reading this: Succubus Blues* by Richelle Mead. I still think Richelle as a name rates with Nigella and Henrietta as an "ops! We were expecting a boy" name, but, digressions on baby-naming aside, it is a lot of fun (and embarrassingly filed under romantic fiction at my local library). Okay, so it is blatant "romantic fiction" with the required ditziness, love scenes etc, but is smart, funny and the heroine, Georgia: succubus, book shop manager, and dater of scuzzy guys, is actually very likable. And... unlike some of the "oh, smart chick, vampires etc" books I have picked up at the library in the past (mostly when Computing for Inept and being in possession of zero Inepts) it actually handles the occult/strange world thing well, neither bogging us down in explanations after every strange event that sound like they were culled from the occult novel dictionary, or in possession of a shameless Mary-Sue. We find things out as Georgia finds things out, which feels natural, and we get a quick introduction to Georgia's powers (her buddy Hugh bought a loner - of the mother's basement variety - soul and he needs a hot demon woman to secure the deal, and his usual has flaked out and hey, Georgia, you can do wings, right?) and she has bad points (which saves her from Mary-Sue-age) and she's very aware of them. Were it not for sucking a guy's soul out, why would she be avoiding two dishy love interests of very different flavours?
Hey, that's kind of long for a buzzy-book-review (and heck, you don't get them very often) but I'm twenty pages from the end and there's a teaser for the next book after that, and I might have to figure out how to get my hands on the sequel.
Other than that, stitching works, I am in fear of the new mp3-player and it's current reluctance to do its thing (and the clumsy "manager" programme which is the only one it will accept: it makes me like wmp (eeks!)) and I really should get back to some writing. I wonder what Beau Starr looks like in a dj (dinner jacket. And now I am sharing my brain with the latest Pimms advert. Yum. Pimms. Also, I am waiting for the parents to see the dancing Brains-from-Thunderbirds advert. Televisually, we might start drowning in retro).
Sadly, I didn't manage to watch right to the end of the Pro's episode in which the boys are held hostage by an injured gun-toting gangster and there was a fair bit of slashiness going on despite the girlfriend. So, either don't spoil me or do something to the controller of ITV3/4/whatever to make them show it again.
*An amazon link, sorry. If you're in the UK and don't want to buy extra goodies, it's the same price at play.com with the bonus of free postage. Which is why I bought mummyfrog's birthday present off them.
As I spent today on the desk, not in the office, I got a lot of reading done. Reading this: Succubus Blues* by Richelle Mead. I still think Richelle as a name rates with Nigella and Henrietta as an "ops! We were expecting a boy" name, but, digressions on baby-naming aside, it is a lot of fun (and embarrassingly filed under romantic fiction at my local library). Okay, so it is blatant "romantic fiction" with the required ditziness, love scenes etc, but is smart, funny and the heroine, Georgia: succubus, book shop manager, and dater of scuzzy guys, is actually very likable. And... unlike some of the "oh, smart chick, vampires etc" books I have picked up at the library in the past (mostly when Computing for Inept and being in possession of zero Inepts) it actually handles the occult/strange world thing well, neither bogging us down in explanations after every strange event that sound like they were culled from the occult novel dictionary, or in possession of a shameless Mary-Sue. We find things out as Georgia finds things out, which feels natural, and we get a quick introduction to Georgia's powers (her buddy Hugh bought a loner - of the mother's basement variety - soul and he needs a hot demon woman to secure the deal, and his usual has flaked out and hey, Georgia, you can do wings, right?) and she has bad points (which saves her from Mary-Sue-age) and she's very aware of them. Were it not for sucking a guy's soul out, why would she be avoiding two dishy love interests of very different flavours?
Hey, that's kind of long for a buzzy-book-review (and heck, you don't get them very often) but I'm twenty pages from the end and there's a teaser for the next book after that, and I might have to figure out how to get my hands on the sequel.
Other than that, stitching works, I am in fear of the new mp3-player and it's current reluctance to do its thing (and the clumsy "manager" programme which is the only one it will accept: it makes me like wmp (eeks!)) and I really should get back to some writing. I wonder what Beau Starr looks like in a dj (dinner jacket. And now I am sharing my brain with the latest Pimms advert. Yum. Pimms. Also, I am waiting for the parents to see the dancing Brains-from-Thunderbirds advert. Televisually, we might start drowning in retro).
Sadly, I didn't manage to watch right to the end of the Pro's episode in which the boys are held hostage by an injured gun-toting gangster and there was a fair bit of slashiness going on despite the girlfriend. So, either don't spoil me or do something to the controller of ITV3/4/whatever to make them show it again.
*An amazon link, sorry. If you're in the UK and don't want to buy extra goodies, it's the same price at play.com with the bonus of free postage. Which is why I bought mummyfrog's birthday present off them.