Not Until You Part by Roni Loren My rating: 5 of 5 stars This series is just fantastic. I’ve held off doing a review because I wanted to read the whole story first. I’ve NEVER taken this long to read a Roni Loren novel but I’m so glad this was a serial. It’s been nice to return week after week and take another juicy bite of this shiny red apple of a story. Cela is such a great, down to earth heroine– a character I can identify with and sink my teeth into. And while I do love adorable, rock dude Pike, I ADORE Foster. He’s so… Mr. Darcy. Brusque, serious but with a gentle side. He does things you don’t expect him to do because he cares about others, but does it so quietly. I love the arc in his character, from “My Way or No Way” to someone that incorporates who the other person IS into how he loves her. I was most surprised by not only Cela’s father, but Foster’s parents. Just goes to show you how people can be different once you stop expecting them to be a certain way. A great series and likely a great standalone release as well. I am already gearing up for Roni’s next book! View all my reviews This is a copy/paste from my Goodreads review but I thought I’d add a little postscript here. When I “met” (as in started following around the internet) Roni, she was writing her first novel. She didn’t have an agent or a book deal. She was sharing the lessons she was learning along the way with other writers, and in a way no other author (that I’ve ever followed) has done before. Then she got an agent, and then she sold a book. And another and another and DAMN. Look at her now. I’m inspired by her success and so proud of what shes been able to make of herself I wish […]
Monthly Archives: July 2013
I’ve not made a ton of tangible progress on the book so far. Still in the beginning steps of planning out the story, the beats, making sure I have all of the elements there.
Raveled is a fast paced, plot driven, complicated, twisty ride from beginning to end. McAneny uses a familiar, conversational, comedic tone that makes reading go quickly and easily. There were a few times I thought I had solved the mystery, and I was wrong. Once it began to unfold and the pieces started to come together, I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.
As I announced earlier this week, the countdown has begun to my 40th birthday and my gift to myself is completion of my novel (no matter what state it is in, I want to say I finished it). I’ve been skirting it long enough… the voices are clearly not going to go away. This weekend my task is to set a side a space in my house for writing.. away from my bed (where I have one of those lap desks and have written just about everything I’ve ever written… crazy, eh? But it’s comfy, and if the ‘writing area’ doesn’t work out, I can always go back to that. I just want to set myself up in a distraction free zone. So I’ll be working on that.
In 8 months, exactly eight months from today, I will turn the glorious age of 40. And I have decided what I want from myself. I want to finish my novel. Crazy, I know. I’ve been fighting with it for a long time. I’ve put it away for more than a year. I decided I was done with it. But it won’t. go. away. So I decided that no matter how much of a steaming pile of excrement it is… I am going to finish it. When I turn 40, I want to be able to say I accomplished that one thing. When it’s done, we’ll see where it is, do some revisions and editing and see if it’s any good. I don’t think I want to sell it (because there’s a chance it won’t be any good at all) but I know my mother will want a copy so I do hope to get a couple of copies printed up, just to have and to say that I wrote something. So, eight months and counting. I have a lot written, but I’m going to have to tear it apart and start over. Go in another direction. Go back to what works.
Obviously I need to read Sandra Brown’s entire backlog of romantic suspense, because WOW.
I first discovered her years and years ago when I read Alibi. I borrowed it from my mother and promptly forgot about Sandra Brown. Years later she popped up with Rainwater and since it was historical fiction, I snapped it up, read it, enjoyed. I read her next release, Low Pressure and liked it. So when NetGalley had this one up for grabs, I requested it. I will never regret it!
White Sugar, Brown Sugar by E.G. Tripp My rating: 3 of 5 stars Summary: White Sugar, Brown Sugar is a novel set in Daytona Beach, Florida. An upper middle-class white boy from the peninsula, or beach-side, of the Inland Waterway, and a black boy of lesser means, who lives west of the railroad tracks, where Blacks (who were called Negroes and other names at the time) were required to live, become good friends, in spite of the racial separation in effect in the 60’s in the south. David “Jude” Armstrong and Roosevelt Harris meet at a basin of a yacht club. Jude, the white boy, fishes from the docks, where stately boats stand. Roosevelt, the black boy, and his family, fish with cane poles on the wall next to the street. The boys meet various times over the years. The tranquility of Jude Armstrong’s safe, upper middle-class white world ends when his alcoholic mother tosses his father out of the house. Roosevelt Harris’s life has never been tranquil. He has grown up with his grandparents. He has never known a father, and his mother is a heroin addict who disappears for weeks at a time, and is incarcerated frequently. Neither boy understands the racial issues of the time. Both boys fully understand the misery and difficulties that arise from abuse of alcohol and drugs, and both swear they will never end up in that situation, yet they both follow the same path. White Sugar, Brown Sugar follows their loss of innocence, submergence to the depths of desperation and eventual emergence as recovering adults. It is a story of deep friendship, hope, strength, and inspiration. My Review: So, I have this habit of picking books based on the cover and a few lines of description. I don’t want to know too much… I don’t want anyone’s preconceived notions to infiltrate my thoughts and personal feelings about the story. I’m always down for a book about racial discord and/or harmony, southern literature […]
I think what bothers me the most is what bothers me about a lot of books, especially romances– they’re like fantasies and wet dreams. Rich beautiful people and their problems. Little to no conflict, I don’t care or feel any particular emotion for them. I’m following along like a soap opera and not involved like a well written drama.
Who needs sleep anyway?
As usual, Cleave provides vivid imagery, believable and realistic characters and a story line that moves so quickly, you have to read without blinking, for fear you’ll miss something.