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Sunday, December 13, 2009

Sunday's Are For Blogging


Ok, in an effort to connect more with readers of this blog, I have dubbed Sunday's as blogging day. What does this mean? It means a day when I just rant and rave and write about anything I want, even if it's not book related. So, here it is...Sunday's Are For Blogging.



RANT 1
I absolutely can not wait for this coming week to be over! This semsester of grad school was about 1 week longer than it was last year, and you'd think this wouldn't make much of a difference. But, it sure does when you also teach at a high school. So, I have all my final stuff and papers to turn in for grad school on the same week that I have massive grading and exams for my own students. They keep asking for grades, but all I can do is smile and say, "Sorry, Guys, but your grades are gonna have to wait until I turn all my stuff in." I've got essays, tests, newspaper projects, notes, quizzes...you name it and I gotta grade it. Ahhh...the joys of teaching world history!

RANT 2
What I really want to do is read a good book, but I haven't had time nor do I have time now. And, when I can't read I feel a little more stressed. So, why don't I read just a little bit, like a page or two, just for my own sake? 'Cus I have no self-control! I want to read a book straight, like in one day. I can't get myself to relish a book over a period of a few days. I want to read it all as soon as I get my hands on it. Actually, right now I'm a little on edge because I previewed a book on Amazon and I am addicted...all this base on like 5 pages of chapter 1. I would seriously go out and buy it, but then I'd feel guilty with it being Christmas season and all. It's like why am I out buying a book when there's other people I need to buy for before myself. Then I start thinking about other people in the world or just in my own community who don't even have a warm home or any nice shoes to wear. I wish I could just buy random gifts for people in need...especially children. I donate all of my kids good and used clothe throughout the year and participate in my church's gift program for needy children from Mexico, but none of this is enough. If I ever become the next Stephenie Meyer or simply make some major profit from a published book, I want to be much, much more active in some kind of program geered towards children in need because my heart goes out to them. Imagine, some kid out there believing for some major gift from Santa and he doesn't get it. Why did Santa not come to their house? The more I think about, the more selfish I feel. I am truly blessed with everything I have and that my family has, but how I wish I had way more than enough to share with those who are less fortunate.

I'll let my school library order that book I want, or maybe I will go waste some time at the closest Barnes and Noble and speed read the book. But, I guess I already ranted enough.

RAVE
OK, now to rave...Soulless (The Parasol Protectorate) by Gail Carriger.

So here is the product description:


Alexia Tarabotti is laboring under a great many social tribulations. First, she has no soul. Second, she's a spinster whose father is both Italian and dead. Third, she was rudely attacked by a vampire, breaking all standards of social etiquette.

Where to go from there? From bad to worse apparently, for Alexia accidentally kills the vampire -- and then the appalling Lord Maccon (loud, messy, gorgeous, and werewolf) is sent by Queen Victoria to investigate.

With unexpected vampires appearing and expected vampires disappearing, everyone seems to believe Alexia responsible. Can she figure out what is actually happening to London's high society? Will her soulless ability to negate supernatural powers prove useful or just plain
embarrassing? Finally, who is the real enemy, and do they have treacle tart?

SOULLESS is a comedy of manners set in Victorian London: full of werewolves, vampires, dirigibles, and tea-drinking

Like I said, I've only read the beginning and it is so funny...you have a prim and proper Victorian woman killing a vampire with her parasol and then faking a fainting spell when some "young dandies" come to the crime scene.


How can you not love it?

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