The Golden Darter
My Life Through Books
Middle School was a weird mix of classics and Star Wars. I was obsessed with The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux to the point of the book falling apart. I also discovered that while I love Jane Austen, the Bronte sisters can go hang. As for Star Wars... I've read almost every meta-verse book that was published up until the New Order cannon. I can still go into detail and recite storylines of a few beloved books. Hence, my nerd life began.
High school was very paranormal, vampire, scifi, etc. I would literally go online and search for book series that concerned vampires and read everything on the list. We are talking Anita Blake, Charline Harris, Anne Rice, Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, Tanya Huff, Steven King, etc. This was before they sparkled, ya'll. Early college was philosophical and political theory for school, and mainstream fiction in my personal time. Wicked, Life of Pi, Memoirs of a Geisha. These are the 3 books that pushed me into my next phase, mostly because of how ambiguous I felt about them, and their questionable endings.
Late-mid college I was introduced to LaVyrle Spencer by way of Hummingbird courtesy of a gripe session with my Mom about how depressing the books I had been reading lately were. I've never looked back and have been hooked on the romance genre ever since. I've read and loved a ton of LaVyrle Spencer (who is a little hit and miss), Judith McNaught (of the rapetastic 80s era of romance), and Georgette Heyer (who writes in the vein of Austen). More recently I've discovered the joys of contemporary authors like Susan Elizabeth Phillips.
Lately I've been trying to read more non-fiction. I really do enjoy learning about subjects that interest me, but non-fiction can feel like work sometimes. So I fall back to romance. You just can't go wrong with knowing that there will almost always be a happy ending.
Currently reading
Humm... Flew through this but I think it was just because I happened to have the time on my hands to do so... People are right about this book being with Fifty Shade of Grey wants to be, but isn't. Near the end I began getting whiplash from the back and forthing the H/H were doing. I was about as confused as the heroine, but for different reasons I think. The end was very abrupt as well. There was no mini-resolution, nor did it give a cliff-hanger to lead into the next book. I just got to the last chapter, turned the page and it was an ad for the next book. Probably read the next one, just because of the side characters. The writing isn't too bad, although near the end the dialog becomes a little... wooden? Insincere? Emo? All of the above?Sidenote - Why do all of these popular book lately have such damaged H/H's? Fifty Shades, Bared to You, Black Butterfly, Beautiful Disaster? Kinda getting tired of it myself... Only so much depressing I can take, ya know?