Kate thought that once her mother died, the pain she had caused would end. Then she discovered that a letter had been sent to a prominent television presenter on her mother’s orders taunting him with the fact that Kate now held photographs which would ruin him and probably lead to his arrest. Suddenly Kate is running for her life. She seeks help from Rob, a much older man whom she has only known for a very short time. While at his London apartment, she rescues a teenage girl, Vickie, from a street pimp and over the following days finds a bond growing between them that feels like a lot more than friendship; but with both their lives now in danger there is no time for thoughts of anything but escape and survival.
Once again an author has gotten in touch via the Contact Ste! page, D.W. Carver whose work Nightmares and Other Therapy I previously reviewed kindly offered me another novel for the perusing.
My dalliances with romances have to date been bad experiences, the books I have previously read and reviewed, Fifty Shades of Grey and The Man Every Woman Wants were definitely not my cup of tea so I approached this desperately hoping that this would break my barren spell and give me something that I would enjoy.
The author did describe this book to me, in our initial correspondence, as BDSM without the B and within a few pages I was straight into that aspect of the explicit yet oddly personal world of fetish fans. To begin with the psychology of the shared predilection for discipline is quite interesting but after the initial encounter this aspect is moved to the side somewhat to make way for the main storyline.
Continue reading “Desperation – D.W. Carver”
Once again life continues to surprise me, this time a lot closer to home than I would have thought to expect. Namely the book case situated 90 degrees to the left of the direction I am facing. Let me start at the beginning and paint a picture of the scene as it was and ever shall be…
It was a rainy afternoon, I was soaked through after a brisk walk/jog from town and the only thing that could possibly warm me up that was ready to hand was the warm non judgemental tactile experience of book handling. With hands sufficiently dried, I turned to my happy task.
So there I was having some me time with the books, you know the drill, randomly picking them up, reading a sentence or two, caressing the backs, eyeing up the blurb in a borderline flirtatious way when I come to a particularly old book that I haven’t looked at for years. A barely remembered book that has been occupying the same space with me for the best part of a decade.
Now flicking through it was an experience in itself, hearing that crack of the spine and feeling the gentle waft of a breeze from speedily flicked pages, complimented nicely by the aroma of warm mustiness. Suddenly something slipped from betwixt these olde pages and, to my eyes, in slow motion didst flutter to the floor. Unmoved, as the last time this happened it was an old pizza and kebab menu from one of the local, only inviting when drunk, take out places. Not this time however, sighing I reached for the rectangle of paper and realised that this was something special…. Continue reading “Surprisingly Poetic”
” Vita Brevis is both a classic love story, beautifully told, and a fascinating insight into St Augustine’s life and that of his concubine. It is up to the reader to determine its authenticity”
I find Jostein Gaarder’s books a bit hit and miss, in fact the score is now 4-3 in favour of the ‘hits’ thanks to this book.
Whilst having a potter around a bookshop in Buenos Aires, the author comes across a letter written to St Augustine (author of The Confessions, bishop of Hippo in the fourth century and all round pious chap) from his ex lover Floria Aemiliathe.
Naturally he (Gaarder) buys the letter and wants to get it verified, so sends it off to the Vatican, where it is never heard of again, and all he is left with is a photocopy of the original. The question being how much of the letter you are about to read is true, or is it just an intellectual excerise by the author?
I haven’t got around to purchasing and reading a copy of The Confessions yet but it doesn’t make the book any less enjoyable as Floria quotes extensively from said book and gives us a mini biography of their relationship, his treatment of her, as well arguing with his views on religion.
Floria herself is very intellectual, quoting from various Greek myths and philosophies as well as Roman orators. Although the letter is written from her personal viewpoint, it has a wider aim of asking questions of the way the Catholic church doctrine works and how the church viewed and treated women, especially intelligent women. Continue reading “Vita Brevis – Jostein Gaarder”
‘Ryan knew if he did any such thing, he’s have a world of trouble on his hands faster than a world class striker could score a goal – amazingly fast’
In an ideal world, that quote would be all you needed to make a decision on if you truly wanted to read something of this nature. Sadly it’s not an ideal world and I have a little bit more to say on the matter…
First of all, this is not my usual reading material but as my good friend Kirsty purchased it for me as a ‘humourous’ christmas present, I, naturally out of sheer politeness decided to make the time and immerse myself into what could be a hitherto undiscovered genre of fantastic literature for me to explore.
Mills and Boon have been knocking about since 1908 and are written for ladies of a certain age, who want escapist fiction to brighten their day. I suspect Kirsty bought the book for me just to wind me up, unless I really give off that bored middle aged woman vibe.
The cover shows the Sydney skyline and a man who seems to have a nasty itch on his neck. Also there is the offer (bribe to buy the book) of a chance to win £5,000. The about the author bit tells us the author likes to create “stories that are believable, modern, fast paced and sexy” her interests include gambling amongst others. Continue reading “The Man Every Woman Wants – Miranda Lee”
Everyone’s going on about how great it is blah blah blah, and i was lent the book to pass judgement on sadly, I had to read it to give it a fair crack of the whip (snigger) before I passed judgement.
You all know the plot by now so I need not go into it, the whole BDSM thing is of course the main selling point of the book, as if it’s something new and sensational like Madame Bovary etc but they were sensational for a reason, these days it’s nothing new, just another novelty beach read.
“Romantic, liberating and totally addictive, this is a novel that will obsess you, possess you and stay with you forever”
the back cover lies to me. After reading the first few pages, it was clear it was going to be another one of those poorly written books which bring nothing to the literary world. What finally destroyed any credibility the book could have had was the following exchange:
“I assume you’re not on the pill?”
“I don’t think so”
The main female character (the heroine, can that really be the right term?) the intelligent student of literature and her penchant for British classics doesn’t even know that? And we are expected to invest time in Continue reading “Fifty Shades of Grey – E. L James”