Geeky Dior Girl

Okay. I know I know. I haven't posted. I am suppose to be keeping this thing up right? Well I have a perfectly good excuse why I'm slacking and it all has to do with books! Mainly the R.I.P. challenge and The Moonstone.

 

I finished it Saturday and I must say I was not expecting to enjoy this book so much. Unfortunately I liked it so much that I read it at work when I should have been working, I read it in bed when I should have been cleaning/cooking, I have even read it in traffic jams on the way home from work. I was so addicted to this book that it has been basically attached to my hand for the better part of last week. I recommend this book to anyone that loves mystery. I laughed, I yelled, I sighed and when I was finished I missed the characters, especially Mr. Betteredge who held my hand for the first part of the book and sadly let it go suddenly. Miss Clack was the next character that took up my hand but by that time I was so prejudiced towards Mr. Betteredge that this Miss Clack, this lunatic religious fanatical evangelist really didn't stand a chance. Can you tell she was my least favorite?

 

I came away from this book with the basic knowledge that circumstantial evidence will do you in if you do not have strong conviction of  your character. Not only that but I can sum it up also as "if you have something to say to someone, SAY IT! Don't beat around the bush!"

 

I may not be making much sense but I'm not very good on book reviews. I'm working on that though.

 

We went to Books-A-Million this weekend and I must say if you have to get out in bad weather, it's nothing like a trip to the bookstore on a rainy day. People were mingling, sipping coffee/lattes/cappucinos, reading, laughing while the weather outside got worse and worse. I almost forgot I was in the deep south and began to feel like I was in some quaint New England town full of literary folks. The bookstore has stocked up on a lot of the classics and I think that after this challenge I will dive deep into them and spend the better part of the winter reading classics. I'm an autumn lover, so BYE BYE horrid Louisiana summer, bring on the cool weather.

I've been challenged! You've been challenged! We've all been challenged. So I'm taking up this book challenge. I'm excited about this and nervous as well. Most of the time I read before I go to bed and I'm a very spook-sensitive person. Here's to many nights wide awake with a racing pulse because I think I hear something supernatural in my living room. My spooky list is located right under my photo album. Take part in the challenge too. You can find it at R.I.P 2006 Autumn Challnge. It's being hosted by Stainless Steel Droppings, a great blog I stumbled upon one day.

I have finally finished the book Memoirs of a Muse. And I must say how happy I am to finish it. Sadly it was a waste of my time but my determination to not give up on anything that I start (including this blog that has no comments) made me trudge through it regardless of the headaches I endured trying to understand and connect with this character Tanya. Some parts of the book peeked my interest like her neighbors who I really wanted to hear more about because I honestly began to wish the book was about them and not about the main character Tanya. More details on the book later.

I would love to sit down and read Memoirs of a Muse in one setting because so far I am intrigued. But.I.Have.Children. Demanding little beings that don't care if I am an intellectually challenged individual or not because they want cereal. So my progress here has been slow moving. Although I haven't made much progress (which worries me because there's other books that are sitting on my nightstand and they are all due back by September 26th) there is one line in the book that I keep thinking about over and over again. It's during a scene where Tanya has first arrived in America from Russia and her uncle and his family host a celebration/welcome dinner for her.  She describes her cousin Dena's husband and sums up their relationship in almost one line "Dena  sat across the table from her husband, Igor, who had grown a bald patch, a potbelly, and a weird habit of stroking Dena's neck all the time as if she were a dog and would've bitten him if he had stopped stroking."

 

It's such a loaded sentence. Is Dena happy? Obviously her husband has changed from what Tanya remembers of him. Is there abuse? Is it a loving gesture that Tanya is not use to? Is this a culture clash such as, maybe in Russia a man does not often touch his wife and vice versa? I have so many questions that I'm hoping will be answered later in the book.