hello, my freaky darlings :>
(random ot4. francis black graduates from high school.)
"Which one's yours?" asks the woman next to Megan.
"The really tall one." Megan points to one of the groups of teenagers milling around in their caps and gowns. At 6'2", Francis is taller than everyone in his class. He's hard to lose in a crowd.
"Mine's one of the short ones." The woman chuckles and offers her hand. "Milena Polanski. No relation to Roman. Mother of Lukas."
"Megan Olin. Mother of Francis." Megan shakes Milena's hand. "Congratulations."
"The same to you. They grow up so fast, don't they."
"No kidding."
i went into the bookstore across the street to look for a map of new york and got distracted by, uh, danse macabre? the new anita blake - not the short stories, but the one where anita thinks she might be pregnant. and oh yeah, she's slept with like seven men in the past month, so it could be almost any of them. >.< (sweetiehoneypie, if you're so worried about pregnancy, did it never occur to you to maybe take birth control? or ask your stud farm to wear condoms? considering you have to fuck someone every four hours or something, one would think you might have considered that if any of these guys is remotely fertile, the chances of them knocking you up are pretty big.)
anyway. i skimmed the first (short!) chapter and it didn't grab me but didn't seem so terrible, altho there was preliminary we're-about-to-have-sex-in-the-kitchen-in-front-of-someone on page eleven and it read as if anita's friend ronnie existed just so anita could get righteously indignant about her stud farm harem boyfriends and how much they all really love and care for each other (nothing to write home about but not as horrible as i was expecting) but what really made me giggle was the dedication.
it's dedicated to lkh's husband - and really, i have no problem with that at all, in fact i think it's really nice - because he comforts her when she weeps, holds her when she screams, and understands why she rages. because he knows how to weep, understands that pleasure can be found in a scream, and has rage of his own. because opposites attract, but not for her.
*headdesk*
i know i shouldn't laugh, but man, she makes it easy. (and is it me or does it sound like she loves her hubby because he's basically her with a dick?)
...er. not to offend anyone who might be reading this who would dedicate their novel to their life partner for the same reasons and using the same language as ms hamilton. or anyone who loves their life partner for those reasons. because seriously, there's nothing wrong with guys who can cry, or with people admitting they love the men in their lives because of it. i dunno, maybe because it's lkh and i've never read anything about (or by) her that would make me take her seriously.
"Which one's yours?" asks the woman next to Megan.
"The really tall one." Megan points to one of the groups of teenagers milling around in their caps and gowns. At 6'2", Francis is taller than everyone in his class. He's hard to lose in a crowd.
"Mine's one of the short ones." The woman chuckles and offers her hand. "Milena Polanski. No relation to Roman. Mother of Lukas."
"Megan Olin. Mother of Francis." Megan shakes Milena's hand. "Congratulations."
"The same to you. They grow up so fast, don't they."
"No kidding."
i went into the bookstore across the street to look for a map of new york and got distracted by, uh, danse macabre? the new anita blake - not the short stories, but the one where anita thinks she might be pregnant. and oh yeah, she's slept with like seven men in the past month, so it could be almost any of them. >.< (sweetiehoneypie, if you're so worried about pregnancy, did it never occur to you to maybe take birth control? or ask your stud farm to wear condoms? considering you have to fuck someone every four hours or something, one would think you might have considered that if any of these guys is remotely fertile, the chances of them knocking you up are pretty big.)
anyway. i skimmed the first (short!) chapter and it didn't grab me but didn't seem so terrible, altho there was preliminary we're-about-to-have-sex-in-the-kitchen-in-front-of-someone on page eleven and it read as if anita's friend ronnie existed just so anita could get righteously indignant about her stud farm harem boyfriends and how much they all really love and care for each other (nothing to write home about but not as horrible as i was expecting) but what really made me giggle was the dedication.
it's dedicated to lkh's husband - and really, i have no problem with that at all, in fact i think it's really nice - because he comforts her when she weeps, holds her when she screams, and understands why she rages. because he knows how to weep, understands that pleasure can be found in a scream, and has rage of his own. because opposites attract, but not for her.
*headdesk*
i know i shouldn't laugh, but man, she makes it easy. (and is it me or does it sound like she loves her hubby because he's basically her with a dick?)
...er. not to offend anyone who might be reading this who would dedicate their novel to their life partner for the same reasons and using the same language as ms hamilton. or anyone who loves their life partner for those reasons. because seriously, there's nothing wrong with guys who can cry, or with people admitting they love the men in their lives because of it. i dunno, maybe because it's lkh and i've never read anything about (or by) her that would make me take her seriously.