In which there are beetling about, by ladybirds and carriages
- The harlequin ladybirds, Harmonia axyridis, are awakening from their hibernation in my window frames. Yesterday a ladybird saboteur walked across the carpet to Tiny Dalek and subjected him to a prolonged and vicious assault, mostly biting his innocent protuberances....
- Reading, books 2016, 37.
33. A Week to be Wicked, by Tessa Dare (Eve Ortega), isn't a badly written novel if you want to read a typical 21st century Hollywood romcom (minus stalking) plonked down mercilessly on Britain in 1814: unlikely coincidences happen (and likely consequences don't happen), the lead couple bond over being arseholes to everyone else, he reveals his manpain which can only be cured by her magic healing vagina, and she gives up everything (literally including the clothes off her back) in exchange for being sexed-up by a pointless member of the upper classes (and he is a complete member). A clue to the author's "sense of humour" is that the local church has an unlikely dedication to St Ursula, y'know, the one with the 11,000 dead British virgins... ::tumbleweed:: .... Our amateur geologist heroine discovered trilobites near Fairlight in Sussex, which NOPE, so the author could have her hero make the observation that "trilobites" sounds a bit like "troglodytes"... ::tumbleweed:: .... The author also appears to be attempting wit by describing the virginal bookish upper-middle-class heroine in phrases that include words such as "slag" and "tart": "melting her intelligence to slag" and "so many tart words from these lips". o_O The same heroine can inexplicably track highwaymen considerable distances through unfamiliar woodland. And at the end, the Housekeeper of a Viscount's large stately home is sent to live in a cottage in the nearest village (one wonders what happened to the tenant?!) as a "chaperone" to her employer's mistress, and the aforementioned housekeeper doesn't immediately give her notice or object in any way at all. On the plus side, the arsehole hero's name is Colin Sandhurst, which never stopped making me lol. (2/5 if you like this sort of thing, which apparently I don't [extended diatribe redacted])
- The Georgian romance novel I want to read would basically be Thelma and Louise with an upbeat fixit ending, preferably involving at least hand-holding, and featuring skillful carriage driving, obv.
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- Reading, books 2016, 37.
33. A Week to be Wicked, by Tessa Dare (Eve Ortega), isn't a badly written novel if you want to read a typical 21st century Hollywood romcom (minus stalking) plonked down mercilessly on Britain in 1814: unlikely coincidences happen (and likely consequences don't happen), the lead couple bond over being arseholes to everyone else, he reveals his manpain which can only be cured by her magic healing vagina, and she gives up everything (literally including the clothes off her back) in exchange for being sexed-up by a pointless member of the upper classes (and he is a complete member). A clue to the author's "sense of humour" is that the local church has an unlikely dedication to St Ursula, y'know, the one with the 11,000 dead British virgins... ::tumbleweed:: .... Our amateur geologist heroine discovered trilobites near Fairlight in Sussex, which NOPE, so the author could have her hero make the observation that "trilobites" sounds a bit like "troglodytes"... ::tumbleweed:: .... The author also appears to be attempting wit by describing the virginal bookish upper-middle-class heroine in phrases that include words such as "slag" and "tart": "melting her intelligence to slag" and "so many tart words from these lips". o_O The same heroine can inexplicably track highwaymen considerable distances through unfamiliar woodland. And at the end, the Housekeeper of a Viscount's large stately home is sent to live in a cottage in the nearest village (one wonders what happened to the tenant?!) as a "chaperone" to her employer's mistress, and the aforementioned housekeeper doesn't immediately give her notice or object in any way at all. On the plus side, the arsehole hero's name is Colin Sandhurst, which never stopped making me lol. (2/5 if you like this sort of thing, which apparently I don't [extended diatribe redacted])
- The Georgian romance novel I want to read would basically be Thelma and Louise with an upbeat fixit ending, preferably involving at least hand-holding, and featuring skillful carriage driving, obv.
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