This is fun, and there are little pokes at the comic book fandom. Still, it's not half as clever as most parodies, or anything breaking the fourth wall, partly because it's not as self-aware. These are just meant to be fun, whereas most parodies really play with the tropes, most times pointing out the flaws within said tropes. Likewise, breaking the fourth wall is more effective when it has teeth: commenting on things that are harmful, or simply not well done.
Grumpy Cat aims to be harmless fun, and it is that. But it comes off at toothless: generic humor that doesn't really make a point except that, say, Superman vs. Batman was lame. (Which is so almost universally agreed upon that even if it has a little teeth, it's little enough to feel toothless: it's okay, because it knows it won't upset most of the comics fandom.)
And this isn't a bad thing. It was fun enough for that harmlessness. It was amusing. I just didn't feel as strongly about it as something that wasn't afraid to go for the jugular: that safety net made me feel like this was too strongly neutral about almost everything. And I wanted to feel something about this. It didn't have to get super intellectual, but something more clever wouldn't hurt. (I like plenty of things that are good, harmless fun. They do tend to have some sort of excellence about them, though: the writing, the ideas, the art, the execution, something. This felt fairly average on top of not really wanting to hurt anything, even if it meant not really saying anything, and that made me like this a little less than those other good, harmless fun things that I've read.)
Apparently, The Eurovision Song Contest is over. I say apparently, since I don't keep up with these things. Usually, my mom does, for some weird reason, but this time she only watched some of it and mercifully spared my sister and me the whole house shaking ear drum breaking noise attack. Do I sound negative? Sorry. I'm having a bad day.
When my sister and I got curious, after the fact, as it were, about why many people were unhappy about the song that won, we decided to listen to a minute or so of each of the top ten songs. So we did, and I quickly realized that while the winning song definitely wasn't my thing, I could tell that it actually was a good quality song. The others were meh at best. To me, that is. I'm not judging the people who liked the others.
All this is just a prelude to what I really wanted to say.
I feel out of touch with the world. And considering the way the world is going, that's fine with me. But it does make me feel like some weird freak. I hate the music most people like. I hate most tv series and movies released these days. I hate the aggressive marketing strategies that most people seem to take in their stride. It makes me sound like some grumpy old 100-year-old and I hate that too. LOL.
So - what did I want to say? I'm not sure. Maybe that I want to take my family and find some out of the way place and at least be safe, if not happy. And dive into books and (probably old) movies and tv series and forget about the rest of the world.
A star quarterback and a feisty detective play for keeps in this sporty, sexy, sassy novel—a long-awaited new entry in the beloved, award-winning, New York Times bestselling author’s fan-favorite Chicago Stars football series.
Piper Dove is a woman with a dream—to become the best detective in the city of Chicago. First job? Trail former Chicago Stars quarterback, Cooper Graham. Problem? Graham’s spotted her, and he’s not happy.
Which is why a good detective needs to think on her feet. “The fact is...I’m your stalker. Not full-out barmy. Just...mildly unhinged.”
Piper soon finds herself working for Graham himself, although not as the bodyguard he refuses to admit he so desperately needs. Instead, he’s hired her to keep an eye on the employees at his exclusive new nightclub. But Coop’s life might be in danger, and Piper’s determined to protect him, whether he wants it or not. (Hint: Not!) If only she weren’t also dealing with a bevy of Middle Eastern princesses, a Pakistani servant girl yearning for freedom, a teenager who just wants to fit in, and an elderly neighbor demanding Piper find her very dead husband.
And then there’s Cooper Graham himself, a legendary sports hero who always gets what he wants—even if what he wants is a feisty detective hell bent on proving she’s as tough as he is.
From the bustling streets of Chicago to a windswept lighthouse on Lake Superior to the glistening waters of Biscayne Bay, two people who can’t stand to lose will test themselves and each other to discover what matters most
|I love me some Susan Elizabeth Phillips and this book is just great.
What happens here, that always happens in a Phillips' boo, is the hero and heroine come to deeply respect and value each other. They like and admire each other. They are also really hot for one another but that seems to follow this deep connection the Phillips does like nobody else. Sigh.
The hero and heroine a difficult people. They are cranky. I love them. They are both very witty and so much themselves. They meet in a moment where they are both struggling.
They both kick ass and are loyal and brave. But not so much with the emotionial bravery which lingers for a little longer than I would like.
The secondary characters are grand. We have the old crew show up. The opera singer needs her own romance please.
This week's favorite romance pick will kick off a a count down till Christmas with Christmas/Hanukah/Festivus of all kinds reviews for the rest of the month.
Elizabeth Bevarly writer fun, funny books. I like a lot of that around the holidays.
I love a grumpy hero and here we have one who just adores our heroine. And why shouldn't he? She is great.
I have a soft spot for books where the heroine is pregnant but not with the hero's baby. Beverly gives me a romance I can believe in this lovely Christmas miracle love story.
Single and pregnant, diner waitress Mindy Harmon might have been a little down on her luck, yet she'd still managed to keep her holiday spirit. But she was more than a little surprised when she opened her door on Christmas Eve to find ...Reed Atchison, M.D.--her gorgeous-but-grumpy customer--declaring himself her own personal Christmas present!
Reed had never been big on Christmas, but when he met Mindy--the beautiful mother-to-be who had so little yet gave so much--he became a believer. In roles he never thought he'd take on--like Dr. Husband. And Dr. Daddy?