I'm a book buying junkie who buys books faster than I can read them. But what better way is there to live than surrounded by books?! I read as much as I can and I do my best to give coherent reviews...which doesn't always happen. I enjoy many genres, which is likely the reason I struggle with deciding my next read.
Many of you went on her journey of pregnancy, fostering, birth and rerelease into the wild with me. Sadly Moma Cat's journey has come to an end. We found her in her shelter this morning. Best guess is she was sick and we didn't know it. She seemed perfectly all right yesterday and I'm positive that she didn't freeze.
The whole family is devastated, particularly my youngest daughter. We know we did the absolute best we could for her. She was loved and cared for as much as she would allow us to do so. Now she's free of pain, hunger, loneliness. Perhaps she's in the kitty afterlife chillin' with my boy Paw-Paw and her babies that didn't survive. I am very sad, but also relieved that we no longer have to worry about her well being. She will be sorely missed.
...let me preface this with, he's not really; he spoils the crap out of me and our girls.
So ever since my dad passed my mom, brother & myself have made a point of getting together every month or two and having dinner, catching up, just seeing each other. It's just the three of us, no partners, kids, or extended family.
Last week my mom asked to get together this Friday (last night) and she wanted to see the kids and partners as well. We haven't all been together all at once in a long while. The problem arose when we couldn't decide where to go out to dinner. As my brother lives the furthest we always try to find a mid-way point to meet so that the drive time is about equal for us all. With kids and partners involved the indecision is just ridiculous.
We all seemed to decide on Hibachi, and then my hubby starts bitching about having to pay for the four of us and it's going to cost a fortune. Meanwhile I've recently eaten at Hibachi and the prices are very reasonable, and I offered for the two of us to split the cost, because, partners. He agrees and says, "Anything my wife wants," being the smartass that his is because it was a group decision, not just mine.
The next thing I know, he's confirming that he has the correct phone number for my brother and an hour later, we're going to bro's house and he's cooking. AND hubby offers to pick up mom and drive her with us so that she doesn't have to be burdened with driving and can have a glass of wine or two at dinner without issue.
The kids were a little meh but really they're just happy to get to see their uncle, cousin and mom-mom. And my brother and nephew took a tip to Rome and Greece for Christmas instead of doing the present thing, so we would get to hear all about the trip.
We got there at 7:00 and didn't get on the road home until 11:30. There was wine, rum, ouzo, and really, hilariously, inappropriate stories. I swear if I wasn't already scarred for life, I would have been after last night! We had the BEST time just eating and hanging out as a family. This morning hubby informed me that we would have never had so much fun at a restaurant (which clearly he forgets what my family is like, because we sooo could have,) but I digress. We had a wonderful night and it was mostly thanks to my hubby being cheap and orchestrating the evening.
Didn't quite meet the goal in 2018, but that's never stopped me from trying again. Same goal as last year, 52 books. With my buying ban, once again, firmly in place, I plan to [attempt] to read books that I currently own or library books. As always, I make no promises to myself, or anyone else.
Reading Rainbow is an old show from my childhood. Although not all of them are as old, these books have been on my TBR List for entirely too long. I hope to rectify that in 2019.
Censorship sucks, so as always I will attempt to show my distaste for it by participating in Banned Books Week. And I plan to read the wonderful works of art that small-minded people are trying to supress throughout the year.
And of course I have a standard list of books that I really want to "try" to get to this year. It's supposed to be a more flexible than the other two lists, but let's be real; I read what the book goddess deems me in the mood to read. It's still nice to have a plan though.
1. Army of Darkness: Omnibus 2
2. Brooklyn Brujas:
a. Labyrinth Lost
b. Bruja Born
5. Hail To The Chin
6. Inheritance Trilogy:
a. The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
b. The Broken Kingdoms
c. The Kingdom of the Gods
9. Shades of Magic Series:
a. A Darker Shade of Magic
b. A Gathering of Shadows
c. A Conjuring of Light
I came in short of my actual reading goal; however, I made a pretty good showing in 2018:
Wowzers this series is getting harder and harder to read. The loss is going to be the death of me. The family is together again, but still separated. Alanna's having another baby, Hazel's growing up so fast and has moved into her bratty phase.
So much drama and angst. I hate it. I love it. I'm almost frightened to see what happens next.
I have no idea how to review this, because I don't want to spoil it. I'll do my best. The story was original and once I stop letting myself be distracted by outside forces (e.g. children, husband) I couldn't put it down!
The author has quite a way with words. They were so descriptive that I could picture everything clearly. The protagonist, General Édo, was a badass who was basically blessed by a demon. She was basically the reason the empire was powerful and feared, but the minute she called an order into question they wanted to oust her. And what's worse, her Shadows, the soliders she brought up and trained herself were so quick to turn their backs on her. So her options were to let them take her out, or fight back.
Of course she fought back!
I was happy with the pacing of the story and the ending. Sometimes with short novels the ending seems rushed or unfinished. Not the case here. There was a clear ending that fit with the plot, nothing ridiculous or convoluted. And even though I could definitely go for more, everything was resolved.
Hope to see more from the author soon.
So nearly a week later, I've found a minute to post my box. Mallory, thank you so much, I love it!
Where to start? Okay, how cleaver were you to send me a message in a bottle?! I never thought to do that and was tickled by it. I adore the wrapping paper and the fact that I got to open a box AND unwrap gifts! As you can see the hat and gloves are loved and look great on me (orange is so my color.) Pocky and Ferrero Rocher are total faves! The lint brush, first aid kit, and hand sanitizer were also very cleaver and will definitely be put to use. I'm a stationery freak so all of those supplies are in good hands. I have not crocheted for years, but I've been itching to get back into it as well as learn how to knit, and this just added fuel to the fire, so thank you! I love tea and peppermint so I cannot wait to try the tea. I LOVE my sailor scouts (my oldest daughter was so jealous.) I adore Melissa Joan Hart--especially Clarissa Explains It All--and who didn't love Bob Saget growing up?! I also enjoy a good (auto)biography, so great choices. And I got an awesome backpack to carry all of my survival gear in.
Thank you so much, this box was absolutely:
I feel like my box pales in comparison; however I always feel like that, so that's just a me thing. I cannot wait to see the rest of the boxes; so far they are all looking wonderful (as per usual.) This group is awesome and I'm so glad I joined.
This book is the beginning of Jack Aubrey's captaincy, and the start of physician Stephen Maturin's tenor as a naval surgeon.
Jack is made captain of the Sloop, Sophie. In his excitement at finally being made captain, Aubrey seeks out Maturin, with whom he had an unpleasant meeting with the previous evening, to apologize and invite to share a meal. During this time he learns that Stephen is a physician in need of employment as his current patient had recently died. Jack was in the market for a ship surgeon. It was kismet.
The Sophie engages in several battles, takes several prizes and Jack begins to make a name for himself; especially with what he has accomplished with such a small ship. We see the start of the Aubrey/Maturin great friendship, and meet fun characters that will stick with him through his captaincy like Pullings, Bondin and Mowett. All-in-all it was an interesting start to the long story f Aubrey/Maturin and I look forward to seeing how many books it takes for Jack to inherit the Surprise.
Finally got back to this one. I'm not even sure how long ago I started it [it's easily been years.] I'm loving the early development of Jack & Stephen's friendship.
So, I've kind of accepted my fate of being at customer service with zero training. I adopted a "no fucks left to give" attitude, and can I just say, it was like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders. I just don't care anymore. What I don't know, I don't know, through no fault of my own. I learn what I can when I can and if I mess up, oh well. If customers get disconnected because I can't work their ancient and confusing phone system, not my problem. If I take a return of something I shouldn't, or enter wrong info into the ancient and confusing computer system, not my problem. And if customers get upset because I don't know how to help them, also, not my problem. You get the picture.
So my non-availability days are Friday, Saturday, Sunday. It's my only time with my hubby and I'm not giving that up for any job. Plus that place is a nightmare every Sunday and I love myself too much to deal with that. Last Friday they called to see if I could come in and help out because they were short staffed. I agreed and specifically told them that I was only coming in because my husband got called into work so that left me free. And tomorrow is Black Friday so everyone has to work a shift.
I came home from a lovely dinner at my brother's house. We don't even really celebrate this as a holiday, we just like to eat an indulgent meal. We had beef short ribs (bro and I both hate turkey). It was nice just me, hubby, my two girls, my bro and my nephew. We had a nice meal, caught up, joked around. Zero family drama. Traffic wasn't terrible going to his house and was practically non-existent on the drive home. Perfect day.
I come home, take off my bra, have a glass of wine and get a bit of hubby's laundry done before I have to go to bed. I get online to check if next week's schedule has been posted................................................................................................................... ...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................Didn't this bitch put me on the schedule for next Friday.
Besides the fact that I stated before I was hired that I couldn't not work Fridays--perhaps the odd one like last week, but next Friday is my daughter's 18th birthday. We have an entire day planned. Have had it planned for months.
I've had trouble with this woman before and the last thing I want to do is have a confrontation--especially tomorrow of all days. If tomorrow is the nightmare I know it will be, and if I have issue with customers being asshats and my ire is up, things could go bad if her response is condescending (like it typically is). And I've gotten to the point where I'm cool with the job and I'd hate for all of that to fly out the window because one person is really shitty at her job. I'm not going to go into the conversation raring for a fight; I'm just planning to kindly remind her that Friday is not my availability and that she will need to find someone else to schedule next Friday, because I'm not cancelling my kid's day for anything or anyone. This is the kid that has battled with depression terribly since she was about 13-years-old, and she's been in therapy and has made amazing progress this year. She's excited for a birthday celebration for the first time since I can remember! Nothing short of death or dismemberment will make me miss it. But also, I don't want to have to walk out on a job because of it. *sigh*
Not gonna stress because I'll never sleep tonight. Just gonna stick to my "no fucks to give" mantra and see what happens. But other than that, I've been doing well. Mostly because I just stopped caring. If they don't care to train me, why should I bother stressing? I'll just do what I can and collect my pay check. And more people have quit, so they really can't afford to get on my bad side. I'm great at my job, even not knowing most of what I should.
Hope those who celebrate today had a lovely day. I'm off to bed because I need to be rested for my American brethren and their ridiculous need to get doorbuster sales, and their inability to understand that they can't use two coupons on one item. It's not a grocery store and we don't do double coupon weekends! Be happy they let you use more than one coupon per order!
...and I couldn't be prouder. Long story short she's watching the She-Ra remake to which I scoff. She was complaining about one or two character flaws to which I responded, "This is why I hate remakes." So she continued on and ended with, "But the current animation is much better than your old 80's version."
Needless to say, that stung and I told her she was blasphemous and that nothing could beat old school 80's animation. I also reminded her that I raised her on 80's music, movies tv, etc., so the 80's is where she got her good taste.
Her response, "We have better technology now and therefore this new animation is better."
The standard smart-ass response to anything in this family is, "Your face is _____" fill in the blank. So of course I say, "Your face is better."
And her priceless response is, "I know it's better, because I'm the remake."
Can I even be mad that I raised her to be a bigger smart ass than me, and it seems as if I'm doing my job a little too well?!
This was creepy and scary without gore or jump scares. It was almost more psychological because there was never a solid presence or any one thing to fear like in a slasher film/book. It's like going into a dark basement alone at night. Logically you know there is nothing there that can harm you, but you still get the wiggins. It's the not knowing that freaks you out because your imagination can conjure much worse things than what's actually hiding in the shadows.
Clearly there was a presence haunting the house and it tormented Doctor Montague and his group of young assistants--to a bad end for poor Eleanor. The house seemed to be an entity itself and it sucked Eleanor in--bewitched her.
Very well written, interesting characters. I have to assume that the author meant for readers to hate Mrs. Montague, because she was just a nightmare. I wanted bad things to happen to her in the house. With the other characters [Doctor Montague, Theodora, Luke, Eleanor] you could see both their endearing, and annoying qualities. And overall enjoyable listen.