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Coincidence?  I Think Not

Coincidence?  I Think Not

I just whipped through Darynda Jones’ newest Charley Davidson adventure, Eleventh Grave in Moonlight. It was just what the doctor ordered to soothe my battered body and spirit. I’ve caught every conceivable virus out there and must admit to succumbing to depression and despair that I wasn’t able to rub more than two months of health together at a stretch. But with Charley and Reyes and the team there to cheer me up, life was better than it otherwise would have been. And, as often happens while I read my beloved fantasy, I was struck by a concept, this one articulated by the inimitable Charley Davidson, Grim Reaper, god and all around bad-ass as I described her here. Upon solving a case, Charley ascribed the path to the solution as being strewn with blind luck and coincidence. But then she noted that given the way her life was unfolding, she… READ MORE

High Maintenance

High Maintenance

I just finished Darynda Jones’s The Curse of Tenth Grave. Ms. Jones, please, please write faster. I’m dying to know what happens to Charley Davidson, Grim Reaper, god, and all around bad-ass. Charley has taken her place in the pantheon of extraordinary heroines, whose ranks include Anita Blake, Merry Gentry, Jane Yellowrock, Mercy Thompson, Sookie Stackhouse and, of course, Mac Lane. These women rock. Charley is a bit different. She’s highly irreverent. She’s also got a severe case of ADHD. And, as she described one of her clients, Charley has “turned high maintenance into an extreme sport.” I love that woman. Charley has the attention span of a tse-tse fly. She is easily distracted by sparkly things, good-looking men, and the smell and taste of delicious foods. I can so relate. But the aspect of her personality that I find the most interesting is how difficult it is to keep… READ MORE

Great Expectations

Great Expectations

​I went to a yoga retreat with one of my closest friends in Costa Rica, one of my favorite places. I love yoga; it’s changed my life. So I was expecting fireworks. Ecstasy. Inner transformation and killer abs. Bliss, right? Well… not so much. This trip was nothing that I expected. It’s possible it was everything I needed, but that remains to be seen, and, frankly, I’m doubtful. Moreover, I was there a freaking week and only got one book read, Darynda Jones’ Dirt on Ninth Grave, the latest in the Charley Davidson series. Thankfully, it was excellent, although it wasn’t anything I was expecting, either. Sometimes that’s okay, and sometimes it’s not. In yoga, they talk a lot about letting go of expectations. Unmet expectations usually create suffering. I can testify that this is true. Suffering takes us out of the present moment, which is not a good thing.… READ MORE

The Burden of Beauty

The Burden of Beauty

I’ve spent my whole life wanting to be beautiful and not making it. In my mother’s world, the one where I spent my formative years, being beautiful was all that really counted—followed closely by being rich, which being beautiful would inevitably achieve. In the world according to my mother, it was never too early to start planning for plastic surgery (she dragged me to have my nose fixed when I was 15), watching my figure like a hawk (which resulted in my developing a major eating disorder), and happily shelling out ridiculous sums of money for couture clothing while balking at buying me a computer for school. The bitch of it  (besides her) was that I never did live up to her standards of beauty and I was therefore always a disappointment to her.  So imagine my surprise as I’m reading the eighth installment of Darynda Jones’ entertaining Charley Davidson… READ MORE

Nothing More Than Feelings

Nothing More Than Feelings

I’m reading the latest installment of Darynda Jones’ Charley Davidson series, which is so much fun. The books are getting better as they go along, which is awesome. My only real complaint is that I started the series when only the first three or four books were out, and I’ve had to read new installments one at a time instead of all at once (when Charlaine Harris was writing the Sookie Stackhouse books, I reread the whole series every year when the new one came out, which was awesome but no longer feasible with my schedule and my list of “to read” books, which is getting longer all the time). But I digress. Again. I know, if you only had a nickel for every time I do that, you’d have a pile of nickels. Got it.  Back to Seventh Grave and No Body, which has made me laugh out loud… READ MORE

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