My husband doesn’t want to fly until there’s a vaccine for COVID and so the trips we usually take in the summer are cancelled. We love our beautiful little town but oh how I wish we’d gone to Japan (cancelled trip in May), Italy (cancelled wedding trip in July), and Southern California (another cancelled wedding…
Lisa Kleypas has released a revised and updated audio edition of Mine Til Midnight originally published in 2007. The book is the first in her Hathaways series. Here is the Amazon blurb for the current Kindle version which does not say it’s been updated:
For as long as AAR’s been reviewing, we’ve rated romances for how spicy/sexy/hot or not a love story is. (Our current sensuality ratings may be found here.) Currently, our standards are: Kisses: Kisses only. Many of these books are quite simply “sweet.
Happy Juneteenth! OK, peeps. We’re halfway through 2020–a year I’ll be thrilled to see the back of–and I want to know: What’s the best book you’ve read this year? And why? Go!
I recently read a book in which the hero of the book had been through and thus was obsessed with school shootings. I could barely get through it. That’s a topic that I just don’t want to encounter in a romance novel.
This week, I was reading Lisa’s review of These Violent Delights (coming out in November), a Romeo and Juliet retelling set in 1920s Shanghai. (She gave it an exuberant DIK.) The book sounds superb and it got me thinking about literary adaptations which… I love.
Over the past weeks, like vast swaths of America, every Sunday night, my family watched ESPN’s The Last Dance documentary series featuring the G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) Michael Jordan and his 1990s Chicago Bulls teams. We love basketball–we live in Tobacco Road territory–and have sorely missed the sport.
Last week, I was thoroughly enjoying an upcoming historical romance when, in a fit of understandable anger, the heroine slapped the hero across the face hard enough to leave a mark. As I continued reading, I couldn’t stop thinking about how uncomfortable that made me. If he’d hit her, that would be unacceptable.
Here’s a somewhat shocking confession: I haven’t read an actual book in over a year. And I don’t want to. Unless I can read a book on the Kindle app on my iPad, I’m just not interested.
My husband adores stand up comedy. I do not. My siblings all rave about Curb Your Enthusiasm. I think it’s mean and unfunny. Others in my book club–the less fun one–cracked up over Where’d You Go, Bernadette. I found everyone in it profoundly unpleasant. Clearly, humor is in the funny bone of the beholder. I…
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