Category: Books

When names and romance novels collide

Borrowing shamelessly from Chris at Book-A-Rama.

Go to the advanced book search on Amazon, type your first name into the Title field, and post the most interesting/amusing cover that shows up.

There were a few tempting titles, like: When Charity Destroys Dignity (I’m sorry) and The Road to Hell: The Ravaging Effects of Foreign Aid and International Charity (Don’t blame me; I haven’t been international for years.)  

But, dude, check it! I’m a romance novel.

Actually, I’m several, mostly (and somewhat predictably) inspirational romance. Bah. How boring. True, there is that Ellora’s Cave book, but … uh … we’re not going there. Not when there’s:

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Him: Dang, my sleeve’s all bunched up and I can’t get my arm through. Why is my shirt tucked into my pants?

Her (note barely contained eye roll–that’s not passion, that’s disdain): Gawd, he can’t even dress himself. Sigh. Now where’s my circa 1860’s blow dryer and round hairbrush. My layers need some work.

Booking Through Thursday: Monogamy

Booking Through Thursday:

One book at a time? Or more than one? If more, are they different types/genres? Or similar?

(We’re talking recreational reading, here—books for work or school don’t really count since they’re not optional.)

Generally, I have three things going: audio book, nonfiction, and fiction.

 

I usually have a book on CD going in the car, otherwise, the commute–or rather, drive-time radio–would chip away at my sanity, and I don’t really have any of that to spare.

 

I’m slowly reading Script Partners, not that Darcy and plan to write any scripts together soon. It’s the only book that I could find about writing collaboration and partnership. I promised to send it to her once I was done–and I’m so not done with it. This one is moving up on the priority list.

 

I need to update my sidebar widget because it’s out of date. I finished A Northern Light a while back. I’m still reading A Girl At Sea.

 

I’m made some good progress on my TBR pile earlier this year, but now it’s teetering again on my nightstand, threatening to crush me while I sleep.

The day after

I did actually use a fork today to eat my lunch. Improvement all around.

 

I do confess I was pretty taken aback by the email from the our (!) agent. I anticipated a quiet evening of setting up a new computer. (Andrew gets my old one; I get to be the family Vista beta tester.)

 

I was taken aback because the first email on my new computer was from the our (!) agent.

It was downhill after that. Because clearly, I did not:

  • Call my own mother (!)

  • Call my sister (!)

  • Email Marianne (!)

I. Am. Remiss. Forgive me. Last night was swimming and football. Andrew has words of  wisdom on the importance of wearing a cup, but I’ll save those for later.

 

Yesterday, I discovered a SASE with a rejection in it in the mailbox. I found this highly entertaining.

 

Today, I found out one of my tech writing haikus made the short list in the Haiku Buckaroo contest.

 

Marianne and Judy have been working very hard on their new review site: The Long and the Short of It. They have contests and prizes and a grand opening. Visit their sites for more information.

Booking through Thursday: Multiples

Booking Through Thursday

Do you have multiple copies of any of your books?
If so, why? Absent-mindedness? You love them that much? First Editions for the shelf, but paperbacks to read?
If not, why not? Not enough space? Not enough money? Too sensible to do something so foolish?

I do have multiple copies of the same book. I have a Jane Austen compilation with all her novels. Then I have (possibly many) copies of the individual novels. Because the print in that compilation? Pretty tiny.

I have three copies of Anna Karenina. One was from a survey of Russian Lit in college. One was from the Tolstoy class I took senior year–this copy is in Russian, then I have the recent release of it, the “Oprah” version that was a gift.

Gift receiving is also the reason I have two copies of The Lovely Bones, which, slacker that I am, I haven’t read.

I also have a couple copies of War and Peace. I have Pushkin’s works in English and Russian (sensing a trend here), oh, and I also have A Hero of Our Time by Lermontov in English and Russian.

Some of these are from college. I never sold back any of my Russian fiction. Some of them are from the trip I took to Russia in November 1991.