I’ve never really liked horses. The way they side-step with those ginormous, clippy-cloppy hooves, bare those big, big teeth, and roll those huge eyes until the whites show all the way around? Very scary! Yes, they are beautiful, and yes, their shiny coats are like stroking silk. But still. Horses. <shudder>
My fear of horses probably is the reason that I never really wanted to read Westerns. But I quite often looked at Westerns. So many great covers! So many sub-genres! I read Doc, by Mary Doria Russell. And then Epitaph, the sequel. I wanted more, more, more!
I still don’t really like horses, but I have discovered that I really like Westerns! Check out some favorites in my Most-Wanted list.
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Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin: "Rachel White is the consummate good girl. A hard-working attorney at a large Manhattan law firm and a diligent maid of honor to her charmed best friend Darcy, Rachel has always played by all the rules. Since grade school, she has watched Darcy shine, quietly accepting the sidekick role in their lopsided friendship. But that suddenly changes the night of her thirtieth birthday when Rachel finally confesses her feelings to Darcy's fiance, and is both horrified and thrilled to discover that he feels the same way. As the wedding date draws near, events spiral out of control, and Rachel knows she must make a choice between her heart and conscience. In so doing, she discovers that the lines between right and wrong can be blurry, endings aren't always neat, and sometimes you have to risk everything to be true to yourself." (Book summary)
If you liked Something Borrowed, here are some other titles you may enjoy:
The Best Man by Kristan Higgins
Back in her home town after vowing never to return, Faith Holland wants nothing to do with the oh-so-sexy chief of police, Levi Cooper.
The Blue Bistro by Elin Hilderbrand
Adrienne Dealey has spent the past six years working for hotels in exotic resort towns. This summer she has decided to make Nantucket home. Left flat broke by her ex-boyfriend, she is desperate to earn some fast money. When the desirable Thatcher Smith, owner of Nantucket's hottest restaurant, is the only one to offer her a job, she wonders if she can get by with no restaurant experience. Thatcher gives Adrienne a crash course in the business...and they share an instant attraction. But there is a mystery about their situation: what is it about Fiona, the Blue Bistro's chef, that captures Thatcher's attention again and again? And why does such a successful restaurant seem to be in its final season before closing its doors for good? (worldcat.org)
I only clean my house to loud rock and roll music because a) I know my neighbors love it and b) doesn’t everyone?
In honor of American Craft Beer Week (May 11-18), raise a pint at one our area’s local breweries, enjoy a draft in your favorite pub or tavern, or just pick up a six-pack to take home. Beer and pizza, beer and good times with friends, beer and backyard barbeques—there are virtually no wrong ways to enjoy a brew. Just don’t overdo it! Be sure to imbibe responsibly.
BOSS: Hey, can you create a booklist to highlight downtown Fredericksburg, maybe for Restaurant Week?
ME: <out loud> Sure, that would be FUN! <to myself> Are you kidding? What kind of booklist could I do for that? What’s my hook? There is no hook. Nooooooo. I’m doomed! Doomed! I’m gonna need a snack to figure this out. There are no snacks here. What snacks do I have at home? Wait. Wait. I’m getting an idea….
They say that with age comes wisdom. I’m not so sure—most middle-aged ladies I know (myself included!) seem to not be able to remember anything! Maybe the phrase means the wisdom to say “now, honey, you’re gonna hafta remind me of this conversation, because I surely will forget everything momentarily!”
Now that I have become, ahem, une femme d’un certain âge, I find that I am drawn to mysteries with little old lady sleuths.
I don’t have a passport. I should have a passport. I need a passport. I want to be the type of person who can jet off to Paris on a moment’s notice. The type of person who is asked to jet off to Paris on a moment’s notice. I’ve printed out many passport applications.
I was not a very adventurous child. I wasn’t boisterous and loud and physically fearless like some of my friends. I did, however, harbor a secret wish to run away and join the circus. I was mesmerized by the bright lights and spangles. And maybe even a teensy bit aware that there just might be some...tawdry…aspects to the circus life.
From the safety my reading perch (depending on the season—the back of the sofa, or on top of the furnace vent, or in the shade of the side yard) running away to join the circus seemed possible. I could be transformed from an awkward kid with glasses into a glittering aerialist!
Have some PEEEEANUTS or POPCORRRRN or COTTON CAAANDY and enjoy these circus tales.