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May. 10th, 2014 05:51 pmMany years ago I bought the first Anita Blake books, and fell in love with the universe. Ever since then I've bought each new book in the series, even though with each one, the quality keeps declining. Seriously, my hand still twitches with the urge to throw a book when I think of Micah, and how I spent actual money to buy something so thin and so totally focused on Micah's dick.
So, I've just started reading the latest, and the hand twitch is back. I do not need to know the height and physical description of every character, sometimes being told the same info word for word within a chapter. I did think this one had an actual plot at first, but really, what was I thinking? Solid plot in Anita Blake land doesn't happen, just lots of description and talking about sweeties and being tough and having sex and explaining sex and mentions of monsters, both in terms of creatures and cocks. Oh Anita Blake. Why can't I quit you?
Good book wise. A few days ago Corey raided my bookshelves for all my Song of Ice and Fire books. I guess I know what he'll be reading until Christmas.
Kay's dad finally died last week. It always feels wrong to write the words, but it was one of those situations where it was a relief to his family, because bodily, they'd lost him a long time before. The funeral is on Monday but thankfully mam and Kayleigh are speaking again now. Goodness knows how long for this time, but I'm glad that they are.
It's Eurovision tonight. Bring on the insanity!
I wrote something for bandom meme. It's set in the Painted Ponies universe and is here if anyone wants to read. I wasn't going to post it at A03 but someone asked if I could so I'll probably be uploading sometime soon. And do my no_tags story too or it'll be yet another story I forget about.
James has another limb center appointment on Thursday so we called at Tynemouth on the way home. We ate dinner overlooking the cove and it was really quite lovely. We also went to a wedding on Monday. That was good too, the only issue being we turned up on time but apart from one other person, no one else turned up until an hour later. Thankfully James knew the other person, but still, we were sitting like outcasts in that huge decorated room.
So, I've just started reading the latest, and the hand twitch is back. I do not need to know the height and physical description of every character, sometimes being told the same info word for word within a chapter. I did think this one had an actual plot at first, but really, what was I thinking? Solid plot in Anita Blake land doesn't happen, just lots of description and talking about sweeties and being tough and having sex and explaining sex and mentions of monsters, both in terms of creatures and cocks. Oh Anita Blake. Why can't I quit you?
Good book wise. A few days ago Corey raided my bookshelves for all my Song of Ice and Fire books. I guess I know what he'll be reading until Christmas.
Kay's dad finally died last week. It always feels wrong to write the words, but it was one of those situations where it was a relief to his family, because bodily, they'd lost him a long time before. The funeral is on Monday but thankfully mam and Kayleigh are speaking again now. Goodness knows how long for this time, but I'm glad that they are.
It's Eurovision tonight. Bring on the insanity!
I wrote something for bandom meme. It's set in the Painted Ponies universe and is here if anyone wants to read. I wasn't going to post it at A03 but someone asked if I could so I'll probably be uploading sometime soon. And do my no_tags story too or it'll be yet another story I forget about.
James has another limb center appointment on Thursday so we called at Tynemouth on the way home. We ate dinner overlooking the cove and it was really quite lovely. We also went to a wedding on Monday. That was good too, the only issue being we turned up on time but apart from one other person, no one else turned up until an hour later. Thankfully James knew the other person, but still, we were sitting like outcasts in that huge decorated room.
