The pun’s the thing

I was on a wesbite that posts lyrics. I was just poking around and checking things out. I came across “White Rabbit” by Grace Slick. Everything was ok until the last couple of lines:

Remember what the doorknob said …

Feed your head, feed your head

Say, what? Doorknob? No, I don’t think so.

I joined the website just to correct the line. And then I emailed a friend who is “of an age” with me. I quoted it to her, along with the correction.

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Seventh Grave and No Body

The series just gets better and better. Charley Davidson, aka Grim Reaper, is beginning to discover just what she is capable of doing.  In the final scene with Rocket Man, she’s also finding out there are consequences. It’s difficult to say much without spoilers.

Again, I was in the position of knowing certain details about 1/2 a book before Charley. In the case of Darynda Jones’s books, that’s not a bad thing. This becomes a matter of when and how will Charley find out and how will she react.

Cookie, Amber, The Dealer and Reyes are revealing wonderful dimensions to their characters. While Charley is still the smart-mouthed and sassy driver, the readers are discovering there is much more complexity to the story line than was originally presented in First Grave on the Right. 

Once again, Ms. Jones has sucked me in, kept my interest, and when it was over, left me begging for the next book.

Sugar Jamison

I usually avoid books that have “BBW” in the description or genre. Think plague.

For some reason, I when I read the blurb for Sugar Jamison’s Dangerous Curves Ahead, I did not go screaming in the opposite direction.In fact, I downloaded it to Vishous.

Dangerous Curves Ahead

After I slogged through the very tedious romance (yeah, not an adjective I usually use for romance) If You Only Knew, I wasn’t sure I was ready for another chick lit read for a long, looooooong while. I skimmed and skipped through the last half of the book and still ran into the same phrases again and again. The final reveal of the deep, dark secret was such a small detail next to the best friend’s secret. And frankly, even I haven’t met guys that are nearly as dim-witted about relationships and women as the two men in that book. But I digress.

It was the middle of the night and I needed something to read to help me get back to sleep. I looked through my To Be Read and saw the title, clicked on the description, and thought, “Oh hell, why not?” I found out why not.

In response to a snarky aunt of an ex, skinny, holier-than-thou, I-have-a-weight-loss-center, judgemental bitch, Ellis gave this response as to why she was buying a Black and White cookie: “Ellis shook her head sadly. ‘I ate fifteen boxes of cookies the last time I robbed a Girl Scout. And then I gained three pounds. And then I got arrested and then they forced me to do all that community service and let me tell you, my big ass does not look good in neon orange.’ ”

All Hail Sugar Jamison! I think this woman has just become a new shero of mine.

Now, my snarky, skinny, holier-than-thou, über-critical, judgemental bitch is simply one of the many voices in my head, harping at me night and day, telling me I’m not good enough because I’m plus-size. She nags at me, then my self-destruct voice says any good habits and life-style changes I attempt are going to fail. Miss Bitch starts her tirade, and Miss Self-Doubt tells me I can’t, so forget it. I then throw my hands in the air, just chucking the idea of losing weight and getting fit.

Maybe this time, Miss Mouth can use Ellis’s line? In just a few short pages, Jamison is making me finally understand that not every woman has to be a size 0 to be happy. Not every woman needs to be the perfect model. Not every man needs a sweet little lady. Some men aren’t afraid of curves and some men like sassy women. In fiction, at least.

A very good start. Let’s see if the rest of the book keeps up.