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review 2016-09-19 20:28
King's little definitions
Bag of Bones - Stephen King

I love King's little asides and observations. This book alone has a wealth of quotability. I've posted some, but to prevent spam, I'm gathering them all here.


Grief is like a drunken houseguest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.


Readers have a loyalty that cannot be matched anywhere else in the creative arts


My first editor used to say that eighty-five per cent of what goes on in a novelist’s head is none of his business, a sentiment I’ve never believed should be restricted to just writers. So-called higher thought is, by and large, highly overrated.


Humor is almost always anger with its makeup on, I think, but in little towns the makeup tends to be thin.


There's something creepy about any repeating dream, I think, about knowing your subconscious is digging obsessively at some object that won't be dislodged.


It was a sense that reality is thin. I think it is thin, you know, thin as lake ice after a thaw, and we fill our lives with noise and light and motion to hide that thinness from ourselves.


This is how we go on: one day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time, one breath at a time. Dentists go on one root-canal at a time; boat-builders go on one hull at a time. If you write books, you go on one page at a time. We turn from all we know and all we fear. We study catalogues, watch football games, choose Sprint over AT&T. We count the birds in the sky and will not turn from the window when we hear the footsteps behind us as something comes up the hall; we say yes, I agree that clouds often look like other things—fish and unicorns and men on horseback—but they are really only clouds. Even when the lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.


I think houses live their own lives along a time-stream that's different from the ones upon which their owners float, one that's slower. In a house, especially an old one, the past is closer.


Any good marriage is secret territory, a necessary white space on society's map. What others don't know about it is what makes it yours.


Sometimes things work just because you think they work. It's as good a definition of faith as any.


Still, I understood her. I read the words off her lips if you prefer the rational, right out of her mind if you prefer the romantical. I prefer the latter. Marriage is a zone, too, you know. Marriage is a zone. — So that's all right, isn't it?

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text 2016-06-27 08:38
Shimmy for Me: A California Belly Dance novella - DeAnna Cameron

Gonna do another running commentary on a book, this one unfortunately just took a wrong turn.


Back in the day when I was dancing on a fairly regular basis I can remember two main factions of the dance- east and west coast.  The east coast dance was more closely old school classical. West coast even then seemed looser and more entwined with other forms of dance. It's sort of hard to put into words but, trust me, it was possible to tell which coast any dancer hailed from by a single dance.


One of my fellow dancers also divided us up into the bouncers and the floaters. That should be pretty easy to figure out, right? So if the troupe needed someone to dance classical orientale, I was the go to girl. I loved it. Especially the veil and floor work.


Floor work, now there is something you don't see much of anymore. And veil work- please. I was watching some dancers on you tube today and most of them treated their veils like a schmatte. A small schmatte. A veil should be 3 yards long for students and an accomplished dancer should be able to handle 6 yards of silk with comparative ease. This is not a conventional veil and her dancing is not particularly good but she does handle her wings/veil quite well.


Here are some excerpts from a dance I would like to see from beginning to end uncut. This is good old(er) school. And this one starts with a veil, watch how the veil is a part of her. Now here she is, her name is Velina, starting out with the veil again but doing a tango fusion. One more old school dancer, Melina with a candle tray.


Fusion seems to be big now. And that brings us to this book. What? So I took the long way round, wasn't it fun? Our heroine is a belly dancer, more like a tribal fusion dancer and while I can accept fusion I'm having a hard time with a headdress that includes roses and pheasant feathers.


If you watched those videos you saw a lot of silk, velvet, brocade, rhinestones, sequins, coins, and beads. Usually there is some expense involved. Where am I going with this?


The "dancer" in this book just finished her routine and after fixing her makeup, has left the restaurant/club to hookup with this guy in a courtyard next door. In her costume.


I can't even. I went looking and I found






This headdress looks like the author's description- roses, feathers, braids, shells.




Top half has all the cuddliness of the nuts and bolts aisle at Home Depot and the bottom half is like embracing your laundry.



These dancers are wearing gorgeous and very expensive skirts. Would you wear it out on the street at night to meet a stranger?




Nope, nope, nope. Lots of metal and a headdress like Princess Leia, tribal fusion version.

I know it's fiction but when you've shimmied a mile or several in similar costumes, sorry but no.






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text 2016-06-21 05:50
Death and Relaxation - Devon Monk

"Rhubarb exploded," I said, answering his first question.

"You don't often see that in the heritage strains," he said.

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review 2016-03-01 23:10
Feed Review by Archer
Feed - Mira Grant

Well slap my arse and call me Bertha, this book moved me.


I’ve had a great deal of difficulty finding books that I actually give enough of a shit about to finish in recent years. So for me to finish a trilogy… and then go back and re-read the fucking thing is amazeballs. And I fell in love with the plight of the characters in this story from the very moment that I met them.


The background of the world is the gloriously undead. The shambling and rotted masses of the infected. In a world where the common cold and cancer (ALL CANCER) are a thing of the past, the genetically engineered super viruses joined together and had an unexpected side effect… RESURRECTION!


But Brain eating aside, the rest of the world continued. The apocalypse happened, and life moved on. Isn’t that just awesome? there are still cities, utilities, presidential campaigns, TV shows… and the news media has changed in such a way that now the most trusted news outlet sites are blogs, because bloggers didn’t lie about the issue when traditional news did. It’s awesome.


In this tale we follow the crew from the After the End Times news site. They’re three 20 somethings on the presidential campaign as a candidates official press pool. The writing is fresh and easy to follow, and the tone is so absorbing that I honestly read the book in about 3 or 4 sittings around work. I couldn’t put it down, I didn’t just read it, I fucking devoured it.


Mira grant kept the pace flowing at just the right speed, and added conflict and conspiracy with just the right timing that the reader is propelled, page after page, into the heart of a story that is gritty and real, despite the zombies, and shows a tenderness that is not often found in many horror thrillers of it’s ilk.


I don’t want to spoil anything for you for this book because I’d hate for anyone to have done that for me but suffice it to say, if you like thrillers and zombies then this book is definitely worth your time. The characters are likable, the writing is clean and easy to follow, and most importantly (and terrifyingly in my opinion) it’s absolutely believable. The hubris of mankind releasing something unchecked and being unaware and unready for the consequences, but adapting and surviving any way? That happens at least once a generation. And this is an excellent example of what could be. I can’t recommend it enough.


Happy reading peeps!


Source: Well slap my arse and call me Bertha, this book moved me. I’ve had a great deal of difficulty finding books that I actually give enough of a shit about to finish in recent years. So for me to finish a trilogy… and then go back and re-read the fuck
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