Geez! I was going to keep track of this, so that I could have an accurate record of what I've read so far. I plan to tag all these with ratings, but I'm deciding how to do my ratings for this blog. I'm not satisfied with the ratings system I've used so far because it doesn't give me enough flexibility.
Anyway, here the list...ratings to be added...
May 2010 – total ??
The Fallen by Thomas E. Sniegoski
Leviathan by Thomas E. Sniegoski
Hard Magic by Laura Anne Gilman
Embers by Laura Bickle
The Wish List by Gabi Stevens
Deadtown by Nancy Holzner
Honeymoon of the Dead by Tate Hallaway
Shadowglass by Erica Hayes
Raven by Allison Van Diepen
Spirit Bound by Richelle Mead
Prom Nights from Hell (anthology)
Demon Hunt by C.E. Murphy
Web of Lies: Elemental Assassin 2 by Jennifer Estep
April 2010 – total 13
Succubus Blues by Richelle Mead
Succubus on Top by Richelle Mead
Succubus Dreams by Richelle Mead
Succubus Heat by Richelle Mead
Succubus Shadows by Richelle Mead
Kiss of Death by Rachel Caine
Radiant Shadows by Melissa Marr
Master of None by Sonya Bateman
That Which Bites by Celis Rono
La Vida Vampire by Nancy Haddock
Last Vampire Standing by Nancy Haddock
Don’t Kill the Messenger by Eileen Rendahl
Linger by Maggie Stiefvater (ARC)
March 2010 – total 15
Nightlife by Rob Thurman
Moonshine by Rob Thurman
Madhouse by Rob Thurman
Deathwish by Rob Thurman
Roadkill by Rob Thurman
Mind Games by Carolyn Crane
Jessica’s Guide to Dating on the Dark Side by Beth Fantaskey
Skinwalker by Faith Hunter
Blood Cross by Faith Hunter
Matters of the Blood by Maria Lima
Blood Bargain by Maria Lima
Blood Kin by Maria Lima
Where Angels Fear to Tread: A Remy Chandler Novel by Thomas E. Sniegoski
The Book of Illumination by Mary Ann Winkowski & Maureen Foley
And Falling, Fly by Skyler White
February 2010 – total 10
Black Magic Sanction by Kim Harrison
What a Demon Wants by Kathy Love
Street Magic: Black London 1 by Caitlin Kittredge
Demon Bound: Black London 2 by Caitlin Kittredge
Unknown by Rachel Caine
Spiders Bite: An Elemental Assassin Book by Jennifer Estep
A Tale of Two Demon Slayers by Angie Fox
The Dark Storm by Kris Greene
The Iron King by Julie Kagawa
The Devil’s Librarian by Lilith Saintcrow
January 2010 – total 18
Eve of Darkness by S.J. Day
Eve of Destruction by S.J. Day
Eve of Chaos by S.J. Day
Unperfect Souls by Mark Del Franco
Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick
They Call Me Death by Missy Jane
Hell’s Belles by Jackie Kessler
The Road to Hell by Jackie Kessler
Hotter Than Hell by Jackie Kessler
Staked by J.F. Lewis
Revamped by J.F. Lewis
A Rush of Wings by Adrian Phoenix
In The Blood by Adrian Phoenix
Beneath the Skin by Adrian Phoenix
Bite Marks by Jennifer Rardin
Spiral Hunt by Margaret Ronald
Wild Hunt by Margaret Ronald
Unbound (anthology)
Monday, May 17, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
An emo day...sigh
Today is an emo day for me. What does that mean? It means its taking every ounce of energy in me to do the most basic tasks. I'm tired, worried and feeling overwhelmed....
Yesterday was a "bad" day for my kiddo. He started off tired & crabby. At school, a teacher had a project that she was unable to explain to him sufficiently for him to be able to do it. He got "stuck" (think brain revving but gears in neutral) & was horribly frustrated by his disability. Next class, he needed access to a computer & they were all being used. He panicked. Headed to counselor who was not in. Ended up with the nurse who determined (a) he wasn't sick (b) he wasn't going home. It was the final straw. He cursed at her. And I got to go pick him up in the principal's office.
Today, he went off in an even more tired & cranky state. I'm sitting here on pins & needles waiting for - no anticipating - another one of those "Mrs...we need to talk" calls. Those calls SUCK! As does the aftermath of them.
Now, imagine the anticipation of those calls has been going on (to varying degrees) daily for eleven years. Sometimes they come daily, sometimes I get a month or two break between them. But they always come. So today is an emo day. I won't get anything accomplished. My book is abandoned because I can't concentrate to read it. I'm too anxious to eat. I have the phone sitting beside me & I'm ready to grab it the second it rings. I'm just praying that he makes it to the 2:00 bell.
And in this moment I think life can't suck any worse (when the truth is it can & I know it).
Get me thru today.
Yesterday was a "bad" day for my kiddo. He started off tired & crabby. At school, a teacher had a project that she was unable to explain to him sufficiently for him to be able to do it. He got "stuck" (think brain revving but gears in neutral) & was horribly frustrated by his disability. Next class, he needed access to a computer & they were all being used. He panicked. Headed to counselor who was not in. Ended up with the nurse who determined (a) he wasn't sick (b) he wasn't going home. It was the final straw. He cursed at her. And I got to go pick him up in the principal's office.
Today, he went off in an even more tired & cranky state. I'm sitting here on pins & needles waiting for - no anticipating - another one of those "Mrs...we need to talk" calls. Those calls SUCK! As does the aftermath of them.
Now, imagine the anticipation of those calls has been going on (to varying degrees) daily for eleven years. Sometimes they come daily, sometimes I get a month or two break between them. But they always come. So today is an emo day. I won't get anything accomplished. My book is abandoned because I can't concentrate to read it. I'm too anxious to eat. I have the phone sitting beside me & I'm ready to grab it the second it rings. I'm just praying that he makes it to the 2:00 bell.
And in this moment I think life can't suck any worse (when the truth is it can & I know it).
Get me thru today.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Spartacus, Bob Newhart & Drinking Games....
When I was in college, I was a party girl. Yes, I probably drank more than most guys I know - and that's not to brag. It was crazy, stupid and reckless. (And fun...but then I didn't really give a shit about college.)
So, in college we played this game called "Hi Bob". If you were a college student in the late 80's, you might know this game. Basically, we would hit the liquor store. We'd pick up bottles of hard liquor (schnapps, vodka, rum, Jack Daniels, Southern Comfort - whatever was on sale) & cases of beer. One awesome roommate had one of those new-fangled VCR's (heheh). We would have "Hi Bob" parties & watch episodes of The Bob Newhart Show, which was a fairly popular sitcom starring Bob Newhart. The rules of the game were simple. If a character said the name "Bob" you had to drink a shot of beer. If someone said "Hi Bob" you had to drink a shot of hard liquor. Let me say this - every time Bob showed up in a scene the Hi Bob's flew. It was a quick & effective way to get drunk. (Alternately, some people did shots of beer for "Bob" & downed an entire beer for "Hi Bob".)
Which brings me to Spartacus. It's the perfect series for the same sort of drinking game. (And I'm not advocating it - I'm just sayin' is all.) How many times in each episode is the name Spartacus used? How about "The House of Batiatus"? Or "cock"? Any one of these words could render serious drunkeness in a party game. Maybe you could do a shot when they say the word 'cock' and drink a whole beer when they show one?
Do I miss my party days? Absolutely. I even played Beer Pong with my nephew & his friends last summer. I'm happy to report that I'm still a crack shot for bouncing things off tables & into cups. (I was a deadly Quarters player), but sad to say my drinking skills now suck. Oh well, I had to grow up sometime.
So, in college we played this game called "Hi Bob". If you were a college student in the late 80's, you might know this game. Basically, we would hit the liquor store. We'd pick up bottles of hard liquor (schnapps, vodka, rum, Jack Daniels, Southern Comfort - whatever was on sale) & cases of beer. One awesome roommate had one of those new-fangled VCR's (heheh). We would have "Hi Bob" parties & watch episodes of The Bob Newhart Show, which was a fairly popular sitcom starring Bob Newhart. The rules of the game were simple. If a character said the name "Bob" you had to drink a shot of beer. If someone said "Hi Bob" you had to drink a shot of hard liquor. Let me say this - every time Bob showed up in a scene the Hi Bob's flew. It was a quick & effective way to get drunk. (Alternately, some people did shots of beer for "Bob" & downed an entire beer for "Hi Bob".)
Which brings me to Spartacus. It's the perfect series for the same sort of drinking game. (And I'm not advocating it - I'm just sayin' is all.) How many times in each episode is the name Spartacus used? How about "The House of Batiatus"? Or "cock"? Any one of these words could render serious drunkeness in a party game. Maybe you could do a shot when they say the word 'cock' and drink a whole beer when they show one?
Do I miss my party days? Absolutely. I even played Beer Pong with my nephew & his friends last summer. I'm happy to report that I'm still a crack shot for bouncing things off tables & into cups. (I was a deadly Quarters player), but sad to say my drinking skills now suck. Oh well, I had to grow up sometime.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
I do not feel bad for sled dogs...
I used to feel really bad for sled dogs. How horrible their lives...strapped into a harness, attached to a sled which is laden down with heaping, heavy piles of crap. And what kind of awful person would strap those dogs in and then hop on back to ride? How cruel!
I now admit my impressions of dog sled is completely off base. Those dogs could probably pull an elephant & not break a sweat. How do I know this??
I have a dog. He's a 50 lbs. (give or take a pound) mutt that was born with seriously deformed hips. (Basically, the poor thing had no sockets.) We adopted him as a puppy & spent $10,000 repairing those hips. He has steel plates in his back end that created artificial hips for him. Does that slow him down? No.
Today, I was sitting outside on the stoop with my sweet little beastie. Down the street, we see our next door neighbor coming back from a walk with his dog. Our dogs love each other. I immediately locked my dog's leash (its one of those 16 footers). When the neighbor reached his yard, he decided to walk over and say hi.
Now, I am 165 lbs. - no lightweight. That's more than 3 times my pooch's weight. I'm fairly strong, too. Did this slow him down when he realized his buddy was coming? No. He took off like a bat out of hell to get to him. I tightened my grip on the leash and planted my feet to brace myself from being jarred. I was sure that would stop him.
I didn't have a chance. He charged forward (to my left side) and I shot off the front steps like a rocket - still on my ass! I flew about 5 feet off the side of the stairs & crashed down on said ass, still in sitting position, in my nicely rounded yew bush.
Did that end it? Um no.
As I attempted to extricate myself from the sadly mangled, broken bush he took off again. I was propelled out of it and face planted on the lawn with the leash now firmly clamped in both hands. As I struggled to slow down the damn dog, I was summarily dragged another twenty (yes, let me repeat that - 20) feet across the lawn, on my stomach until he reached his buddy.
If my dog can do that, those sled dogs as a team can pull anything.
(And yes, I'm very scratched up. I actually had to pull out a small branch from where it lodged under the skin in my forearm. Yowch.)
I now admit my impressions of dog sled is completely off base. Those dogs could probably pull an elephant & not break a sweat. How do I know this??
I have a dog. He's a 50 lbs. (give or take a pound) mutt that was born with seriously deformed hips. (Basically, the poor thing had no sockets.) We adopted him as a puppy & spent $10,000 repairing those hips. He has steel plates in his back end that created artificial hips for him. Does that slow him down? No.
Today, I was sitting outside on the stoop with my sweet little beastie. Down the street, we see our next door neighbor coming back from a walk with his dog. Our dogs love each other. I immediately locked my dog's leash (its one of those 16 footers). When the neighbor reached his yard, he decided to walk over and say hi.
Now, I am 165 lbs. - no lightweight. That's more than 3 times my pooch's weight. I'm fairly strong, too. Did this slow him down when he realized his buddy was coming? No. He took off like a bat out of hell to get to him. I tightened my grip on the leash and planted my feet to brace myself from being jarred. I was sure that would stop him.
I didn't have a chance. He charged forward (to my left side) and I shot off the front steps like a rocket - still on my ass! I flew about 5 feet off the side of the stairs & crashed down on said ass, still in sitting position, in my nicely rounded yew bush.
Did that end it? Um no.
As I attempted to extricate myself from the sadly mangled, broken bush he took off again. I was propelled out of it and face planted on the lawn with the leash now firmly clamped in both hands. As I struggled to slow down the damn dog, I was summarily dragged another twenty (yes, let me repeat that - 20) feet across the lawn, on my stomach until he reached his buddy.
If my dog can do that, those sled dogs as a team can pull anything.
(And yes, I'm very scratched up. I actually had to pull out a small branch from where it lodged under the skin in my forearm. Yowch.)
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