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review 2017-10-31 01:49
Love By Number by D.J. Jamison Review
Love By Number - DJ Jamison

Aidan doesn’t have the best record with relationships, but he’s had a lifelong love affair with baseball. Player stats and computer simulations make sense. People don’t. But when he needs a ride to the World Series, he must rely on another person: a sexy artist who is as spontaneous as Aidan is predictable.

Jesse doesn’t care about baseball. As an artist, he'd rather paint a player than watch him at bat. But his grandpa loves the Kansas City Royals, so he takes him to every home game. He has no idea a fender bender in the parking lot is about to deliver new inspiration in the shape of a man with a whole bag of quirks.

Despite their differences, Jesse and Aidan hit it off, and their sexual chemistry is fantastic. But when Aidan's numbers betray him, Jesse isn't prepared for the fall-out. If Aidan continues to put his passion for baseball stats above everything else, he could miss out on the most important numbers in life: the sum total of smiles, kisses and laughs they could share in a journey of a lifetime.

 

Review

 

 like books about particular things set in particular places. Jamison writer this book about a baseball fan who loves the probability side of the game set during the World Series in Kanas City and St. Louis. 

I love those bits of the story. 

Aiden, the math nerd, may be on the spectrum for autism but Jesse, an artist and bartender, has as many social connection issues. 

They both have loving elders in their. 

I like this romance but it suffers from a rush at the end because of its short length. I will pick up another book by this writer.

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review 2017-10-12 08:10
Release Day Blitz - Love By Number

 

 

TitleLove By Number

Author: DJ Jamison

Publisher: DJ Jamison

Release Date: October 12, 2017

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 31,000 words

Genre: Romance, LGBT, m/m contemporary romance

 

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Synopsis:

 

Aidan doesn’t have the best record with relationships, but he’s had a lifelong love affair with baseball. Player stats and computer simulations make sense. People don’t. But when he needs a ride to the World Series, he must rely on another person: a sexy artist who is as spontaneous as Aidan is predictable.

 

Jesse doesn’t care about baseball. As an artist, he'd rather paint a player than watch him at bat. But his grandpa loves the Kansas City Royals, so he takes him to every home game. He has no idea a fender bender in the parking lot is about to deliver new inspiration in the shape of a man with a whole bag of quirks.

 

Despite their differences, Jesse and Aidan hit it off, and their sexual chemistry is fantastic. But when Aidan's numbers betray him, Jesse isn't prepared for the fall-out. If Aidan continues to put his passion for baseball stats above everything else, he could miss out on the most important numbers in life: the number of smiles, kisses and laughs they could share in a lifelong journey together.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Aidan clutched at his hair, heart hammering in his chest. The front driver’s side of his black Saab was crumpled. The wheel well took a direct hit, the force of the collision pressing it into the tire. He could tell from just looking that the axle must be bent, if not broken, by the way the tire tilted at the wrong angle.

 

It’s not drivable, he thought, and his heart hammered harder. He felt his hands trembling, and not as an aftershock of the accident. Well, not from experiencing the accident, at least. He was shaking because his plans had just been thrown in the blender.

 

“Hey, you okay?”

 

He looked up, gazing blankly at the figure approaching him. A man, but his features were lost in the shadows. Not that Aidan could focus on something like facial features right now. That wasn’t easy on a good day, much less in a moment like this.

 

“It’s not that big a deal,” he muttered to himself, as he’d learned from his therapist years ago. “It’s not. It’s not. But ...” He groaned and clutched at his hair some more. “How am I going to get to the World Series now? I have to get there!”

 

He’d wrapped up so many hopes in getting to that series, in watching the Royals perform in high-stakes games. It was the perfect time to prove out his math. It might not be rocket science, but Aidan still wanted to watch his math come to life on the baseball field, in the most important series of the season. In person.

 

A hand touched his shoulder, and he flinched away.

 

“I’m sorry. Are you hurt?” a voice asked. A nice, mellow voice. He liked the raspy quality of it and the cadence of the man’s words. His tone calmed Aidan.

 

He managed to drag his gaze from the damage to the man’s face. “I'm ...”

 

Sexy Artist Guy.

 

He faltered when he recognized the dark hair tinted with maroon highlights, dark eyes and sculpted lips — all coming together in a perfect symmetry. A perfect representation of geometry in nature, really. And the freckles splashed over his nose, highlighted now by the security lights overhead? They somehow added to his sex appeal instead of detracting from it.

 

Aidan had seen an open sketchbook on this man’s lap more than once when passing by on a bathroom break. He mostly drew portraits, from the look of it, but Aidan had only caught a glimpse. It made sense he was an artist since his entire appearance was like a work of art to Aidan’s eyes. He couldn’t imagine being so creative with his hair or his wardrobe or his skin, where Sexy Artist Guy had embraced both tattooing (his right bicep) and piercing (both ears and right eyebrow).

 

“I’m so sorry,” Sexy Artist Guy said again. “I saw an opening and went for it. I didn’t see you coming, but my grandfather was distracting me—”

 

“Blame it on the old man, why don’t ya?” a hoarse voice boomed loudly enough to make Aidan jump.

 

“Gramps, not now, huh? The guy is freaking out.”

 

“I’m not freaking out,” Aidan said sharply. The fascination with the stranger’s face faded as he remembered why he was in this situation. He gestured to the damage. “There’s no way I can drive that.”

 

“We can give you a lift,” the old man said, at the same time the handsome stranger said, “We’ll call you a tow truck.”

 

“But look at my car!” he said, not sure they understood the direness of the situation.

 

Artist Guy frowned, then glanced behind Aidan. Following his look, he realized they were blocking traffic. A line of cars snaked through the parking lot, headlights shining on Aidan’s personal disaster.

 

“I should move my car.” He glanced back at the bent wheel well, frowning. He hoped he could move the car.

 

“Jesse,” the old man spoke, “you help him push. I’ll get in and put it in neutral.”

 

They all took their positions, and with some work managed to push the car into an empty space next to the Lincoln Towncar that had so cruelly crunched the Saab. Aidan cringed at the scraping metal sound as his car rolled out of the lane of traffic.

 

Once off to the side, Jesse pulled out his wallet. He handed his license to Aidan, who stared at it. He took in all the details: 6-foot-1, 175 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, born one year after Aidan, making him twenty-six.

 

Jesse cleared his throat, and Aidan glanced up.

 

“Aren’t you going to take a picture?” Damn. He’d been staring. The old saying popped into his mind: Take a picture, it’ll last longer.

 

He flushed. “Sorry.”

 

He started to hand the license back, but Jesse looked at him as if he had a screw loose. Then it clicked. Take a picture. For insurance. Right.

 

He dug out his phone and clicked the pic of the license, and then of the insurance card that Jesse handed over. He was still rattled by the accident, thrumming with bottled-up anxiety.

 

“You okay? You’re pretty twitchy,” Jesse said. “I’m sure the insurance will cover the damage.”

 

“Yeah, but it’s my car.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

Aidan waved to his car, unsure how to make Jesse understand.

 

“It was reliable.”

 

“Um, won’t it still be reliable when it’s fixed?”

 

“The World Series is in two days.”

 

“So ...”

 

“Jesse, stop being thick,” the old man interrupted. “Obviously, he was going to drive up to St. Louis, and a Saab is a foreign car. He won’t be able to get the parts locally. Maybe not even the mechanic. They don’t make those cars anymore. He can’t get it fixed in time.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“I have to go to that game. I go to all the away games within driving distance. I always do. And this is the World Series. I'm going to have to take a bus, and, oh God, I can’t stand to ride the bus—”

 

“Jesse will drive you.” Aidan looked at the older man. He had a bushy head of white hair and enough wrinkles to give a Shar-Pei a run for its money, but his tone was confident, the kind of confident that brooked no nonsense. He’d heard that tone from his own mother too many times to count.

 

“He will?”

 

“I will?” Jesse echoed. “Gramps, I’m sure Aidan doesn’t want—”

 

“That would be great!”

 

Normally, Aidan wouldn’t want to ride long distance with a stranger, but when contrasted with a bus full of strangers, he jumped at the opportunity. Besides, Jesse and his grandfather had been at every home game. If Jesse were some kind of predator or bully, he'd have shown it by now. Right?

 

He’d only had one other interaction with Jesse. He’d walked up to Aidan once, when he was trying to quickly record the stats from the latest play and compare them against what he’d predicted for that player’s performance. Aidan had been too distracted to make conversation, especially small talk with a stranger. But he couldn’t help noticing his great smile. Jesse was one of those people who smiled with his whole being, not just his mouth. His eyes brightened, his cheeks dimpled and his body even seemed to vibrate with happy energy.

 

Aidan liked that because it was easy to see Jesse’s happiness. It wasn’t subtle, which would be lost on him, or confusing — like when people’s mouths smiled but their eyes stayed cold. He didn’t understand that. Was he supposed to respond to their mouth or their eyes? And then there were some people who just smiled all the time, even when they said mean things. What did that mean? Smiles could be confusing, but Jesse’s wasn’t.

 

“I have tickets to the games,” Gramps was saying now. “I was going to ask you to go, as a favor to me.”

 

“What? But you said in the car—”

 

“Hush,” Gramps said, a gleam in his eye. “I’m not up for that kind of travel. I want you to go in my place, so you can tell me all about it. You take this nice young man. It’s the least we can do. Watch the games for me, and tell me all about it when you come home.”

 

Aidan pulled out his phone to call the tow truck, watching the two men in a staring stand-off. He made arrangements for the tow and disconnected in time to see Jesse sigh and nod.

 

“Okay, Gramps. For you.”

 

“Good boy,” Gramps said, clapping him on the shoulder.

 

 

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Love By NumberLove By Number by D.J. Jamison
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Aidan is smart and loves math. He also loves Baseball. A mishap has him meeting the man he watched from afar, Jesse.

Jesse has also watched Aidan from a distance. Only he is very different from Aidan. When they finally meet, there is a cupid trying to get them together. Can they meet in the middle?

This book has many sexy moments. The story flowed well and at a good pace. I wish we had seen more actual character interaction. Overall is a good read.


***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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Meet the Author:

 

DJ Jamison grew up in the Midwest and worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years, which came in handy when she began writing stories centered on a series of love connections between small-town Kansas newspaper staffers, their sources and their readers. It was the perfect entrance into the world of fiction, and she has since branched out into ERs, health clinics and other settings to tell the stories of characters who are flawed but loveable. She writes a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual, with a focus on telling love stories that are more about common ground than lust at first sight. DJ is married with two sons and two glow-in-the-dark fish that are miraculously still alive.

 

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review 2017-10-08 11:49
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Love By Number - DJ Jamison

Aidan is smart and loves math.  He also loves Baseball.  A mishap has him meeting the man he watched from afar, Jesse.

 

Jesse has also watched Aidan from a distance.  Only he is very different from Aidan.  When they finally meet, there is a cupid trying to get them together.  Can they meet in the middle?

 

This book has many sexy moments.  The story flowed well and at a good pace.  I wish we had seen more actual character interaction.  Overall is a good read.  I give this story a 3/5 Kitty's Paws UP!

 

 

***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review only.

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John Forbes Nash, Jr. R.I.P

 A Beautiful Mind is one of those books that I loved so much, and learned so much from reading that I've yet to actually review it. However, in light of the news that the man behind the eponymous mind, John Forbes Nash Jr., is no longer with us I thought I'd at least take the time to recommend the book, if not to explain why. John Forbes Nash Jr 1928 - 2015

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review 2015-03-02 18:12
Flash Boys: A Wall Street Revolt
Flash Boys: A Wall Street Revolt - Michael Lewis

On Reading & Rating

For my money (which, since I'm neither a Wall Street tycoon, nor a Russian coding genius, isn't a whole heck of a lot) this isn't Michael Lewis' best work. My reading experience was a mix of fascination and frustration. Why the latter? Lewis covers (and condemns) a whole bunch of different things. Agreement aside, as a human who reads books, this lack of distinction is what resulted in the bulk of my star-docking (and, I'm guessing, some of the backlash against the book among insiders). Lewis' books often seem to spawn ‘for’ and ‘against’ camps, but with this one I can't for the life of me figure out where I fall!!

 

I was hoping to have come to a resolution before attempting to write a review, but, as time passes, it seems like that's just not in the cards…

 

Since Flash Boys evoked some pretty heated internal debates between Mara and Other Mara I'm gonna let you know where I'm coming from (by all means, feel free to skip ahead—I'll even spoiler-ize this section it to make it easy for you).

 

My knowledge of markets and how they work in general is definitely skewed. Lacking any sort of formal training, most of what I know comes from reading "popular economics" featuring the "behavioral" side of things (e.g. what's going on in the head of this so-called homo economicus), and I definitely love a good narrative account of financial crises new and old.

 

Other relevant characteristics? Well, I'm terrible at capitalism. I dabble in quantitative analysis and other data-y goodness by day, and often find myself wanting to qualify everything I do with ‘but I used framework (or package) x, y, z’ as if, otherwise, everyone will assume that I derived my results from first principles (it's ridiculous, I know, and I'm working on it). That being said, I'm also learning that people are willing to pay you (despite my protests) for accessing and compiling information that's out there for free because, well, you know how to get it, and they simply don't have time. 

(spoiler show)

 

In reality neither I nor the voices in my head know much about the logistics of trading beyond the scope of this book, but what follows is a list of some of the points of mental contention.

 

1. The Need for Speed

While I'm very pro Net Neutrality and public access to public goods, I had trouble discerning an appropriate analogue for Dan Spivey and his super straight, super fast, fiber optic cable.

HFT Express Lanes Map

Let's say that information travel is like human travel. If information highways are the equivalent of, well, highways, then yes, everyone should have equal access. However, there are people who are willing to pay a premium to get to and from wherever they need to be more quickly and more reliable—perhaps by helicopter or private jet. Heck, us common folk can cough up cash to get better bandwidth, so that much seems fair. 

 

However, what about all the eminent domain stuff? Well, I don't know. Is this any different from 'air rights' transactions?

 

2. Information Asymmetry 

Let me start by zooming out a bit here. Some games are games of “perfect information.” Chess is probably the most commonly cited, but backgammon, and tic-tac-toe both share the same requisite attributes: both players are completely aware of the state of the game at all times.

 

In order to avoid launching into a treatise on Bayesian Nash Equilibrium and such, I'm gonna just lump games like poker or crazy eights, or the Prisoner's Dilemma in together as games of imperfect/incomplete information. 

 

Information asymmetry, on the other hand, exists when one party has more or better information than another. And, FYI, we deal with transactions of asymmetric information all the time! I don't care if you go on car fax, or get a whole bunch of quotes from contractors before remodeling your kitchen—even if we have access to information, we deal with people who could, theoretically, screw us over because they simply know more.  

 

Of course, there are different types of information asymmetry when it comes to financial markets. For example, “insider trading” is an example of information asymmetry that, in most cases, is illegal.* Most of the time when one refers to “information asymmetry” it's not a good thing, but it seems to me (and, again, I'm no expert) certain types of information asymmetry make the world go round. It’s not that it’s always innocuous, it’s just that we allow (and encourage) it on so many other levels. The market would be static if everyone thought that they had the same amount of information (or less than) everyone else out there. Right? (Seriously, I’m asking…)

 

3. The Fight for Fairness

My dad, who read this book a while back, contended that before *something* (high-frequency trading, I'll assume), the market used to be a level playing field. My knee-jerk reaction was that this simply wasn't true. But, then again, there are many different types of unfairness (and I'll have to ruminate on this some more before I figure out what exactly these are). 

 

This is definitely the part of the book about which I feel most conflicted. Other than Brad Katsuyama, the Patron Saint of Fairness, who exactly are the good guys supposed to be in this all?

Flash Boys The Evolution of Wall Street

I don't know how much input (if any) Michael Lewis was allowed to give on the cartoon above, but it captures perfectly what rankled my nerdy feathers most—the idea that, basically, it's these computer-using hoodlums that are responsible for the injustices of Wall Street. 

 

4. Dark Pools and Fiduciary Duty

As far as this part goes, I just felt like I need more information than I was given—dark pools seem shady (they have the word ‘dark’ in their titles, after all), but I also don't know how a client's investment ends up there.

 

Though I'm taking it into a new context, I'm gonna make use of an analogy Chris Stucchio laid out in “A Fervent Defense of Front-Running HFTs” (the thesis of which, BTW, I'm not totally sold on). In the context of a competition (and, let's be real, the stock market is definitely a competitive arena) the rules of engagement are different depending on the relationship between the parties involved. 

Rocky Mickey vs Rocky Apollo

So, if Mickey (who is Rocky's coach) punches Rocky in the face, that's bad. It's unfair, and, as Chris put it, that would mean that Mickey is an asshole. Conversely, if Apollo punches Rocky in the face, this does not make him an asshole. Actually (and here I'm taking it a step further than Chris did), Apollo would be an asshole if he didn't at least try to punch Rocky in the face. There are people counting on him to do just that!

 

Questions? Comments? Snide remarks?

So yeah, I'm just going to leave it there with this loosely related boxing analysis that I haven't even tied back in with the book. I don't want this to add to my growing list of languishing, half-finished reviews, so I'm putting it out there, half-baked thoughts and all.

 

In addition to snide remarks, I'd be happy to field any further reading recommendations, especially anything that begins to describe normal, “just” behavior in and on Wall Street (and those fast, straight wires running across the globe) because, damn, is that stuff ever difficult to find!

 

If you found this book interesting I highly recommend checking out Steve's two-part review (learning and laughing always pair nicely). 

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* Thanks a lot SEC—turns out there is legal insider trading, which is just confusing. 

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