Aloha. Howz it?
Sorry for being a bit misleading in the last post. We didn’t have WiFi which streams our Roku and powers our landline, but we did have 3G on our phones. I didn’t want to post Android pics as you know I’m trying to step it up with photos. Not to mention our laptop isn’t recognizing my Nexus 4 when it’s connected with the USB. If I have an Android photo, I have to upload it into a post via the WP app, save it as a draft, and then go on the laptop to open up WP so I can download it and edit it with Picasa to then reupload it. Anyways, our outdoor cable wire was hella old, more than 10 years. Comcast replaced it and our apartment one yesterday – hoorah!
Well, it still feels like I’m a flip-flop or two behind where I should be as it’s been busy with our ohana lately. Case in point: Book Reviews.
But before I get into them, I just wanted to say mahalo nui loa for the worry about me and the crew over here on the wes’side. While talking to ppl Monday morning, some said they slept through it which shows you how most San Franciscans are used to earthquakes. A few were freaked out but the majority of us take each one in stride. The fault that will affect us the most is the San Andreas one which runs along the coast. This is the one that caused the big, 1906 earthquake, a magnitude of 7.8 to 8.25. If you’re ever in our city, go to the Academy of Sciences. There is an earthquake exhibit that shakes and gives you a good indication of how strong the 1906 earthquake was.
I. WICKED APPETITE BY JANET EVANOVICH
Life in Marblehead has had a pleasant predictability, until Diesel arrives. Rumor has it that a collection of priceless ancient relics representing the Seven Deadly Sins have made their way to Boston’s North Shore. Partnered with pastry chef Lizzie Tucker, Diesel bullies and charms his way through historic Salem to track them down—and his criminal mastermind cousin Gerewulf Grimorie. The black-haired, black-hearted Wulf is on the hunt for the relic representing gluttony. Caught in a race against time, Diesel and Lizzie soon find out that more isn’t always better, as they battle Wulf and the first of the deadly sins.
I don’t have much to say about this eBook which should give you an indication of where this review is going.
1. Descriptive, bakery scenes
2. Doesn’t shy away from explanation of magic
3. Some humor among characters
4. Plot right on target
However, while I’ve been wanting to read Wicked Appetite – was rated about 3.78 on Goodreads – for quite some time, I just didn’t feel that hook while reading it. The vibe was different. I guess I had high expectations after all the supernatural romance I’ve read. Lizzie, the protagonist, wasn’t perfect which was fine but she was an uninteresting newbie at magic. Her antagonist, Diesel, was cocky and machismo. I think this was somewhat of a turn off for me, like he wasn’t believable enough for me. I had the urge to roll my eyes. Also, maybe the books I’ve read in the past had more grit and darkness while Evanovich’s work was full of light.
Two stars from me.
II. NICE TO COME HOME TO BY REBECCA FLOWERS
I told you before that I was a bit of a book snob as I tended to add books to my TBR on Goodreads if they rated above a 3.5. Well Nice to Come Home To rated 3.33, but you know what? I enjoyed this read.
Everyone around Prudence Whistler, thirty-six, seems to be settling down. Her once single girlfriends have married and had babies. Her gay best friend is discussing marriage with his partner. Even her irresponsible younger sister, Patsy, is the single mother of a two-year-old. But when Pru panics at losing her mediocre boyfriend of two years-and begins to see the door to her traditional family life closing-she accidentally finds something even better: a new definition of family and happiness. First, it’s the crazy cat who moves into her apartment. Then come Pru’s headstrong sister and two-year-old niece. Then the niece’s dog, the sister’s ex-boyfriend, and, ultimately, Patsy and Pru’s widowed mother. With the strength of her modern new household, Pru musters the confidence to open the dress shop she’s always wanted in town-and discovers an extended family of sorts in the community of shop owners and devoted customers. It’s only then that she ends up with the man of her dreams.
I think one of the things that attracted me to it was the main character was in her late thirties, near my age. I liked how even at that age, with some life under her belt, a woman can reinvent herself and can find something she’s always wanted later in life.
This is by no means a fast-paced book. It is a thorough journey of Pru’s road from being dumped to finding herself to finding true love. Because no stone was left unturned, it took some getting used to. But while my expectations had to adjust, I found this plot to be realistic. It made me think of a conversation I had with a police officer many years ago – we were talking about TV, cop shows; I told him how I liked to watch CSI and he had made a comment about how they solve the crime in a half an hour. We know this doesn’t happen in real life. It takes months or even years to find a murderer. I felt this old conversation paralleled this eBook. Recovering from a break up and getting laid off each has its own special cycle or process a person has to go through. The author was detailed in having Pru go through them.
And there is something about Rebecca Flowers’ style of writing that a few of her passages had this certain effect upon me. I don’t know how to properly identify it. Maybe it’s imagery? Could you nail it down to a technique or term for me?
Page 25, 8%:
“Rudy reached over and put his other hand on top, sandwiching her hand between both of his. She did not like how this made her feel, like deli meat, like cheese. His hands were not much bigger than her own, but the move was accompanied by a power shift so real she could feel it. She had the wild thought to shift it back again by covering up the pile of hands with her free one.”
Page 135, 42%:
“The hand. As soon as it was holding hers, she had a feeling about it that didn’t fully make sense. It was a nice enough hand, dry, with sensitive fingertips. Through it she could feel his worry, and his wish to reassure her, and his heartbeat. She was glad to have it guiding her along, in the darkness that at last had begun to close in on them. But it gave her an eerie feeling, too, of something familiar, something she had forgotten but now remembered. Like when you looked under your bed and there was your watch, which you hadn’t even noticed was missing.”
Okay; I need to eat something as my brain is running on empty.
Two books reviewed – check! Now for the fun part – picking out the ^__^ next read.