Showing posts from January, 2012

Book Review: Elphame's Choice

Elphame's Choice by P.C. Cast My rating: 4 of 5 stars I really enjoyed this book. It was sent to me in a book club and I cancelled my membership. This is a book in the middle of a series and the ending felt just a little forced, but it was an enjoyable read for me. Elphame didn't fall to the typical "woman" trope of so many books. She had uncertainty and moments of weakness, but she was a strong woman who did what was right. The only thing that really bothered me was the literal Hand of God, so to speak, that is through the book. Epona has a literal hand in everything and crafts their world. As a silver lining to this, however, it is a well done Dues ex Machina. I can't wait to see what happens to Cu in the next book! View all my reviews

Book Review: Death by Chocolate

Death by Chocolate by Julie Anne Lindsey My rating: 4 of 5 stars Ruby Russel is a modern day June Cleaver with twist. When she finds her husband's little treasure box filled with pictures of a sexy young girl, she whips up a viagra-infused chocolate mousse as an embarrassing payback. And the story only gets crazier from there. Once her husband is gone, Ruby gets herself into all sorts of trouble with her neighbors, a nosy reporter, a too-do-gooder preacher and a suspicious therapist. With her best friend at her side, Ruby tries to set the record straight with unfortunate results. Death by Chocolate is a dark comedy likened to if Arsenic and Old Lace met I Love Lucy met Thelma and Louise. The plot unfolds, revealing more and more information to make you suspect that things aren't always what they seem. (view spoiler) [Ruby begins a remarkably innocent murder with the first kill, but as the list grows by mishap after mishap, you start to see that Ruby is less and less innocent

Babbling About Myself

I began writing when I was in the third grade. We were given a prompt to write about a person who was living inside a world that had been overrun by trash. I wrote about a girl who had to crawl through tunnels of trash to get anywhere she needed to go. Her shoelace caught on some of the trash and she accidentally collapsed one of the tunnels. My assignment was chosen by my teacher for a competition. Since the paper had already been sent home, I had to go home and ask my mother for it. She had thrown it away. I tried desperately to recreate it, but the zen was gone and the redone story never won any awards. Other stories crept out through my pencil through the years and I found a love of romance novels from my grandmother who kept a box of them under her bed. The new genre won me over with dashing heroes and lovely heroines and my writing took a turn for the same. When I was sixteen, I called a local publishing company and asked them what it would take for me to become a writer. They