Not Dead, I Swear!

Hello, All!

I apologize for my long absence considering I'm supposed to be writing book reviews and all. But if you've read my  last post, you know that I've been going through a personal crisis of desperate levels. Likewise, if you've checked my rapidly growing reading list, you also know that I haven't been able to stop reading Sherrilyn Kenyon books and I am currently reading my 8th book of the year. Nearly one fifth of the way to reaching last year's book goal of 55 books and January isn't even over with yet. That's what a book lover's broken heart does, forces you to read romance novels until you're blind.

Alas, my writing has suffered because of my obsessive need for escape and I'm trying to scramble to finish Thistledown by my own self-imposed launch date. Consequently, there won't be a lot more reading or any reviews until that has happened since I've got a buttload of stuff to do and very little time to do it in.

Just know that I've lost the ex, lost the hair, and will probably lose my sanity as the deadline approaches. I have gained a major lead on my book list for the year and I will be more than tickled to play catch up on my book reviews after February 1st!

Love you all, don't poke out an eye running with scissors.

Reading Blurb: Devouring Romance Novels to Keep Hope Alive

We all go through those crappy times in our lives when a relationship is falling apart or has completely hit the fan with the force of a pack of synchronized orangutans flinging their own shit. I dunno about you, dear reader, but during those times I begin to wonder what's wrong with me that my partner has decided to do whatever horrid selfish thing which makes me throw up my hands and say "Fuck this, I'm out." I begin wondering if true love exists, if I'll ever find happiness, if I'll ever find the other half of my soul. I've always been a romantic at heart and there is a small part of me that still believes in Happily Ever After and I refuse to let her die.

With so many romance novels out there, true love must exist if so many people have written about it, right? They must have experienced it once in order to write about it. Otherwise is it all just bullshit? I can't believe that, statistically at least.

It is on this tiny spark of faith that I throw all of my hopes. And I end up devouring romance novel after romance novel....after romance novel. I feel like I need to read it until all of the broken little pieces of my heart begin to heal and shiver with hope. I refuse to let an inconsiderate asswipe ruin my heart.

Which is why, after two years of disappointment after disappointment, I've dropped my ex like a two ton lead ball into a vat of quicksand. And now I'm devouring Sherrilyn Kenyon books like there's no tomorrow. She's a great author who has enough passionate scenes, enough of a plot, and a wide cast of unusual characters that I can just keep reading book after book. Plus there's just the right amount of magic and supernatural stuff to keep my imagination happy. Sherrilyn Kenyon, you are a saint.

So when you've kicked your ex to the curb where he belongs, do yourself a favor and pick up a romance novel. It will hurt to read about someone else finding happiness, but read enough of them and you'll begin to hope again. Someone is waiting for you out there in the wide world. Someone who fits you perfectly, someone who clicks with your strangeness like a missing puzzle piece. Don't loose faith. I know I won't.