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review 2017-07-12 11:05
Ich werde wohl nie ein Fan der Chic-Lit
P.S. Ich liebe Dich - Cecelia Ahern,Christine Strüh

Einst schwor ich, sollte mir jemals ein Chic-Lit-Roman begegnen, der mein Interesse weckt, würde ich ihm eine Chance geben. Im April 2017 ging ich an der Buch-Telefonzelle vorbei, die bei uns in der Nähe aufgestellt ist. Einem Impuls folgend schaute ich mir an, welche Bücher dort aktuell auf ein neues Zuhause warteten und hielt plötzlich „P.S. Ich liebe Dich“ von Cecelia Ahern in der Hand. Ich kannte die Geschichte bereits, denn vor Jahren hatte ich die Verfilmung mit Gerard Butler und Hilary Swank gesehen. Ich mochte den Film, also entschied ich meinem Vorsatz entsprechend, es mit dem Buch zu versuchen. Gekauft hätte ich es sicherlich nicht, aber da ich es umsonst ergatterte, fand ich, ich hätte nichts zu verlieren.

 

Man sagt, stirbt ein geliebter Mensch, stirbt ein Teil von uns mit ihm. Als Gerry starb, verlor Holly nicht nur ihren Ehemann, ihren besten Freund und ihren Seelenverwandten, sondern auch sich selbst. Sie weiß nicht, wie sie allein weiterleben soll. Gerry war ihre ganze Welt, die Sonne ihres Universums. Depression und Trauer haben sie fest im Griff. An den meisten Tagen findet sie nicht einmal die Kraft, aufzustehen. Doch ihr Angetrauter kannte seine Frau besser, als sie dachte. Nach seinem Tod erreicht Holly ein Päckchen, in dem sich 10 nach Monaten beschriftete Briefe befinden. Hollys Herz setzt beinahe aus, als sie Gerrys Handschrift erkennt. Jeder Brief enthält genaue Anweisungen; Aufgaben, die Holly Monat für Monat meistern soll. Zögernd, aber entschlossen, Gerrys Wünsche zu erfüllen, begibt sie sich auf die schwerste und beängstigendste Reise, die sie je unternehmen musste: den Weg zurück ins Leben.

 

Ich denke, ich habe durch „P.S. Ich liebe Dich“ herausgefunden, welches grundsätzliche Problem ich mit Chic-Lit habe. Doch bevor ich euch von dieser bahnbrechenden Erkenntnis berichte, erst einmal ein paar Worte zum Buch selbst. Für das richtige Publikum ist Cecelia Aherns Erfolgsroman garantiert die Erfüllung eines literarischen Traums. Die Idee, dass der verstorbene Gerry seiner Frau Briefe hinterlässt, um ihr zurück ins Leben zu helfen, ist ohne Zweifel süß und – so ungern ich das Wort gebrauche – romantisch. Gerry liebte Holly und kannte sie gut genug, um zu wissen, dass es ihr schwerfallen würde, sich eine Zukunft ohne ihn vorzustellen. Trauer lähmt. Cecelia Ahern illustriert diesen Fakt elegant, indem sie Hollys Umfeld große Veränderungen durchleben lässt, während sie selbst stillsteht. Um sie herum geht das Leben weiter, nur sie tritt auf der Stelle. Gerrys Tod versetzte sie verständlicherweise in eine Schockstarre, aus der sie erst die Briefe langsam befreien. Sie ist verblendet, vollkommen in ihrer Trauer versunken und nicht mehr in der Lage, sich selbst korrekt wahrzunehmen. Als sie sich in einem Film sieht, den ihr Bruder an einem feuchtfröhlichen Abend mit ihren Freundinnen drehte, ist Holly schockiert, wie unfassbar traurig sie nach außen wirkt. Sie glaubte, sich gut zu schlagen, dabei ist ihr ins Gesicht geschrieben, wie furchtbar unglücklich sie ist. Ahern versäumt es nicht, abzubilden, dass ein Verlust dieser Größenordnung durchaus hässliche Seiten hat. Holly ist selten eine würdevoll trauernde Witwe, oft überkommen sie giftige, eifersüchtige, ungerechte Gefühle und Gedanken, betrachtet sie das Glück ihres Freundeskreises. Ich fand ihren Trauerprozess insgesamt sehr realistisch beschrieben und hatte keinerlei Schwierigkeiten, jede der vier Phasen (nach Kast) zu erkennen und nachzuvollziehen. Trotz dessen berührte mich Hollys Leidensweg nicht in dem Maße, wie er es vermutlich sollte. Zu oft wurde ich daran erinnert, wie abhängig die junge Frau von ihrem Ehemann war. Das Frauenbild, das Holly verkörpert, widerspricht allem, was ich mir für mein Leben wünsche. Ohne Gerry hat Holly nichts: kaum Freunde, keine Hobbys, keinen Job und keinen Lebenssinn. Sie definierte sich über ihre Beziehung; es war ihr genug, Gerrys bessere Hälfte zu sein und er scheint sie nie dazu inspiriert zu haben, mehr erreichen zu wollen. Er ist an ihrer Hilflosigkeit nicht unschuldig, denn er ließ es zu, dass sie sich von ihm abhängig machte. Sie sah sich nie veranlasst, eine eigenständige Persönlichkeit zu entwickeln und steht deshalb jetzt vor der Mammutaufgabe, sich selbst zu erfinden. Ich konnte sie nur bedingt bemitleiden, weil ich das Gefühl hatte, ihre unbestreitbar schmerzhafte und grauenvolle Situation wäre leichter zu ertragen gewesen, hätte sie sich bereits weit vor Gerrys Tod ein eigenes Leben aufgebaut. Außerdem war mir der Druck, Holly bemitleiden zu müssen, viel zu stark. Ich denke, DAS ist mein Problem mit der Chic-Lit. Ich reagiere allergisch auf die allzu plakative Manipulation meiner Emotionen. Ich will Mitgefühl empfinden, weil die Figuren es verdienen, nicht, weil ich gezwungen werde. Ich will aus eigenem Antrieb weinen, nicht, weil ich keine andere Wahl habe. Zwang erstickt jegliches natürliche Gefühl im Keim.

 

„P.S. Ich liebe Dich“ ist ein gutes Buch. Das kann ich reinen Gewissens behaupten. Cecelia Aherns nahbarer Schreibstil liest sich leicht und flüssig; die Geschichte ist einfühlsam und psychologisch realistisch, wenn auch ein wenig kitschig, was ich allerdings erwartet hatte. Ich bereue nicht, es gelesen zu haben, obwohl mich der Film damals besser erreichte. Das wichtigste Ergebnis dieses Lektüre-Experiments ist für mich indes, verstanden zu haben, warum ich der Chic-Lit kaum etwas abgewinnen kann. Alle Autor_innen manipulieren die Gefühle ihrer Leser_innen. Das ist ihr Job als Geschichtenerzähler_innen. Autor_innen wie Cecelia Ahern jedoch spielen berechenbar und unverblümt auf der Klaviatur der Emotionen, was mir persönlich einfach nicht subtil genug ist. Kurz gesagt, ich möchte nicht merken, dass ich manipuliert werde. Daher werde ich vermutlich niemals ein Fan der Chic-Lit. Und das ist okay. Ich habe es versucht, herausgefunden, dass es mir nicht zusagt und die Gründe dafür analysiert. Fall abgeschlossen.

Source: wortmagieblog.wordpress.com/2017/07/12/cecelia-ahern-p-s-ich-liebe-dich
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review 2017-06-18 22:31
Nope, nope, nope!
Deadpool (2015-) #32 - Gerry Duggan,Matteo Lolli,David Lopez

So, Gerry Duggan might just be phoning it in - but he also is all for punching nazis.   Which I was on the fence about, mostly because I was afraid of disappointing someone, but it turns out their in favor of punching nazis, too. 

 

So, I basically feel like he's being forced to make Deadpool a nazi and is like 'fuuuuuck!!!!'   I like to imagine he is, anyone, and no one disillusion me about this.  I will glare at you via the internet, and I'm not even half joking.  I don't want to know if Duggan was pumped about this. 

 

Anyway, I promised to half star every single SE tie-in, and I am.   Here we are, Marvel.   

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review 2017-06-09 18:27
Love this
FCBD 2017: All-New Guardians Of The Galaxy #1 (All-New Guardians Of The Galaxy (2017-)) - Aaron Kuder,David Marquez,Gerry Duggan,Brian Michael Bendis

Marvel may be completely tone deaf when it comes to, let's say, one particular event their running right now.   They also have a lot of series that look like they won't be touched by said event: the Guardians and the Royals are in space, so it looks like Guardians of the Galaxy, I Am Groot, Royals and Black Bolt are safe, at least for now.   Luckily, the Defenders looks like a safe bet, too, if only because it looks like it's based on the TV shows on Netflix, or at least an amalgamation of the shows and the comics.   

 

And Marvel's FCBD books tend to follow the same pattern: new stories that highlight new series, or events, that they hope are huge.   That event, Spider-Man, Guardians of the Galaxy and Defends are up this year; I already spoke about the other comic, and this year?   Guardians makes sense.   Written by the author who wrote Deadpool, and tying into the movies.  Defenders ties into the upcoming Defender series, based on the four series thy already have out: Daredevil, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist in that order.   (And I always hated the name Power Man; I'm glad Luke seems to be dropping that all around.   My friend asked me if I was serious and when I said 'yes,' he nailed why I hated that name: it's so generic.)

 

The Guardians is written by Duggan and is just hilarious.  I didn't think I'd be into the new Defenders - I've spoken about my Bendis fatigue, and yes, he writes Defenders.   However, I actually truly enjoyed this: it had some angst and a vicious circle of destroying ones enemies.  Looking forward to seeing where this series goes, although I'll most likely take it out of the library or buy it on sale later.

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review 2017-06-09 18:25
Book Review for TEXAS FIRE by Gerry Bartlett
 
 
TEXAS FIRE
by Gerry Bartlett
Pub. Date: 5/2/2017
 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Penquin Random House
Reviewed by: Angels With Attitude Book Reviews


 
 
Her father’s dream. Her crossroads. And a man who sees just her . . .
 
Megan Calhoun doesn’t stick with anything long. She’s the daughter of a billionaire—why pretend to be somebody else? Until she finds out her father’s will says she has to. She has to last a year in the oil patch, in the dust and heat of West Texas, working for her daddy’s company. Otherwise she’s cut off without a cent—and no way to earn one.
 
The only upside is her new pal Rowdy Baker, ex-football star, Calhoun engineer, and grade-A stud. If she has to live in a trailer, his doesn’t sound so bad. Rowdy knows the roughnecks running the rigs won’t take kindly to a smartass blonde rookie whose last name matches their paychecks. He can’t control his attraction to her. And with everyone from the foremen to the stockholders spitting mad at the Calhouns, he expects trouble ahead.
 
But Megan has never been scared in her life. And with Rowdy to help her plot, she has the chance of a lifetime: to find her calling, to fix her company, and, if she doesn’t screw it up—to capture a heart . . .
 
 
 


 
Megan Calhoun paid the driver, stepped out of the car, and rolled her suitcase over the gravel parking lot. Her hand slipped on the handle when she hit a pothole. Sweaty palms. Then her stomach rumbled. No, she refused to be nervous. She put on her “I don’t give a damn” face, and stared down a man slouched next to a pickup truck who made a comment about her butt in snug jeans. She kept going toward the building that housed the offices of CWC Industries.
 
This was all her daddy’s fault. Conrad Calhoun’s will spelled out the terms: she had to work in the oil fields for a year if she wanted her inheritance. It had been her own bright idea to pick the man who’d be stuck with her for the next twelve months. She’d already scanned the parking lot filled with dusty pickup trucks. No sign of him. If he was as thrilled as she was about what was coming, he was probably hiding out.
 
Who could blame him? Except for one summer when she’d humored her father and gone along for the ride, she had no clue what went on in the oil fields. All she really knew was that those dirty, noisy places had always paid for her cushy lifestyle.
 
Megan stopped in front of the office. It wasn’t much, just a lowslung building that had seen better days. Not like the high-rise where the Calhoun Petroleum Headquarters reigned supreme. This subsidiary of Calhoun obviously didn’t rate funding for frills. She wrestled her suitcase up the steps, then pushed open the glass door and cold air hit her face. It was hot outside, typical for Texas in early September. At least air-conditioning was in the budget here.
 
The man at the counter had those wide shoulders she recognized. Former football player. “Rowdy, I was looking for you outside.”
 
Rowdy Baker turned and looked her over. “I’m signing us in. Why the hell did you do it, Megan? Request me to be your partner for your playtime in the field?” He threw the clipboard he held down on the worn Formica counter. “I’m used to working alone.”
 
“I’m not used to working at all.” Megan let go of her suitcase. Of course it flopped over, landing on her foot. “Damn it.” She left it there and looked around, making sure no one was close enough to overhear them. A couple of clerks were nearby, but one was on the phone and the other was in an office behind a glass wall.
 
“I wanted someone I knew. My sister says you’re a decent guy. Was she wrong?” She grabbed the clipboard and checked their names.
 
“Am I supposed to be flattered?” Rowdy looked like he wanted to pound the counter. “‘Decent’. Wow, I’m overwhelmed. Thank Cassidy for me. Now, go outside and pick someone else. Anyone else.”
 
“No.” Megan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her fake name on the list. “Listen, we’re stuck with each other. You need to adjust your attitude. She’s probably going to wind up running Calhoun Petroleum, you know. Cassidy is showing everyone at Headquarters that she’s got Daddy’s business sense.”
 
“Whoop-de-do. So I could get a promotion out of this?” Rowdy got close to Megan and she almost backed off.
 
He was big and, at the moment, intimidating. Maybe this had been a mistake. Cass had broken it off with him. Maybe he was mad and would make Megan’s life a living hell. But then the devil you know . . .
 
“At the end of the year, all four of the Calhoun kids could be in a position to help you out. If we get good evaluations and get our inheritances.” Megan smiled. Rowdy clearly wasn’t impressed.
 
“I’m sure Cass will do well and end up running things. Wouldn’t surprise me at all.” He finally backed off. “She called me personally to break the bad news that I’d be dragging you along with me.
 
Begged me to take you on, because you can imagine how I feel about dealing with another Calhoun woman about now.” He glanced around the room this time. No one seemed to be listening to them. “I’m sorry.” Megan really was. Rowdy had been with Cass until recently. He was probably still aching over their breakup.
 
“Sure you are, Ms. Cochran. An assumed name. Really? What’s the matter, afraid the roughnecks wouldn’t like Daddy’s little girl coming by to check on them?” He picked up the clipboard and a pen from the counter.
 
“It could cause problems. I’m not naïve, Rowdy.” Megan ignored his sarcasm. “I’ve got to succeed this year. A lot’s on the line. You get that? You going to help me swim? Or sink me like the Titanic?”
 
“I don’t know.” He looked her over, his dark eyes skimming down her body until she wanted to tug at her T-shirt. “You going to work this year or float through it and then expect me to lie so you can get your big payday at the end?”
 
Megan wondered if a smart woman would leave right now and pick a stranger, someone more intimidated by the Calhoun name— or at least respectful. But Rowdy was still standing there, looking like he expected her to cut and run.
 
She picked up her suitcase off her foot and raised her chin. “I’ll work if you’ll give me a chance. Will you? Or am I going to get the fallout because I’m Cassidy’s sister and you’re mad at her?” Megan saw she’d struck a nerve when he signed the clipboard and threw it down again. Good. Let him prove he wasn’t still smarting from Cassidy’s rejection. Too bad Megan couldn’t help noticing that her sister did have great taste. She’d always been a sucker for big men with dark eyes and washboard abs.
 
“Cass and I are history. The question now is your attitude. I heard you never stick with anything more than a week or two.” Rowdy strode toward the door, then turned to look at her.
 
“Someone’s been talking too much. My sister claimed you were a nice guy. Guess she overstated that.” Megan wanted to storm out of there and slam the door in his face. But what choice did she have with a three-hundred-million-dollar inheritance on the line? One year. She had to stick with this and Rowdy for three hundred and sixty-five days.
 
 
First of let me say that Ms Bartlett is one of my favorite authors as I absoultely loved her Real vampire series and Blade and Glory were one of my favorite characters so I was really looking forward to reading her latest series.
 
I enjoyed the main characters Rowdy and Megan they were like-able fun both had a sense of humor.Megan though she had to be my favorite character one because of her big heart when she saved the puppy and two even though she had been forced to learn about the oil business and work for the company for the year to gain her inheritance she just dove right in and toughed it out without complaining.A pampered princess now having to work now without someone else paying they bills.I loved that she took it all in stride and embraced the experience.In the beginning she was just biding her time but, she truly loved beng involved and changing things for the better even with her and Rowdy having to make difficult choices.We saw Megan blossom throughout the story which I loved seeing.
 
I loved all the mishaps that this couple had on their road trip and their adventure.One bad thing after another kept happing to this couple.But, through all this mishaps we saw opposites attract and how they form and bond of friendship that turned into love.We saw and attraction between this couple early on even if each fought against it.My only complaint is that although I enjoyed the love story this story lacked heat and sizzle.This couple had the perfect opportunity together to really heat things up on their mishap adventure even though the road trip was about work and not pleasure. 
 
I enjoyed the story from cover to cover which had enough drama along with secrets coming to life with mishaps and a mystery to solve along the way to keep our interest.I also loved the teasing and banter and playfulness this couple had brtween the two of them.Looking forward to reading the other books it its series.
 
A recommended read to all
 
 
4 stars from us
 
 
 
 
 
 

Gerry Bartlett is a native Texan who lives halfway between Houston and Galveston. Her antique business is on the historic Strand on the island. When she's not treasure hunting, she loves heading to the Texas capitol of Austin where she imagines her vampire Glory St.Clair of the Real Vampire series has her own vintage clothing shop. She also loves writing about the big city of Houston and the oil business in her new contemporary series, Texas Heat. 
 
 
 
Gerry has over a hundred cookbooks but would rather read them than cook these days. She also has way too many purses and posts pictures of her latest finds on Pinterest. This former elementary school teacher is working on her twentieth published novel. Her first three were written as Lynn McKay and can be found on Amazon for a penny. Now she's out of the classroom and happy to write under her real name.


 
 
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text 2017-06-02 02:17
Secret Empire tie-in
Deadpool (2015-) #31 - Gerry Duggan,Matteo Lolli,David Lopez

This whole issue made me want to vomit, and then made my brain want to vomit. 

 

The writing and the art quality have not gone down, but Secret Empire makes me sick. 

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