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LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!!! Pardon me whilst I stop rolling about on the floor, after reading Meljean Brook’s most recent blog, where she revisits old Harlequin books that once upon a time she cherished and adored.

I know that a lot of us often find ourselves re-reading books that we once loved in the hopes of re-igniting our passion for romance. This seems to be happening to me more often than not. I find myself liberally mixing up my genre’s at the moment in the hope that romance and I will become firm friends once more.

There are many books that I can read over and over again, and still find them as fabulous as the first time I read them, but then there are others which I read and like Meljean, can’t understand what the hell I was smoking at the time.

One of my favourite Harlequin Silhouette Desire reads of all time is a book called Just Joe, by Marley Morgan. Every time I read a book like JW Mckenna’s Darkest Hour, and find myself despairing that I’ll ever read a decent book again, I run straight into the arms of this 1987 publication for tea, sympathy, and comfort.

Just Joe still has the power to move me to tears no matter how often I read it, and I believe that this is the mark of a truly good book, (I probably need to step in here and add that this is my opinion, and not necessarily the opinion of others). Joe, who was the hero, was just the most amazing man, and he probably made the book for me. I can’t be arsed telling you what it was about so if you want to look it up, go to Amazon.

However, not so long ago, I went back to a Mills and Boon offering (I wont name and shame this author as some of her books are amongst my fave reads now) that I used to absolutely love, and Oh. My. God. What the fuck was I thinking! Not only was the heroine the kinda gal that you’d cheerfully strangle for being such a weak-assed dick, the hero was the epitome of all the things I hate in a badly-written alpha male.

He was arrogant beyond the pale, and treated the heroine like shit (she deserved it for being so damn stupid, but that doesn’t excuse the author for writing characters that most readers would hate with a passion) whilst accusing her of sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harriet, she took a fancy to.

I mean come on, can a girl who does voluntary work at a shelter for children (she probably sounds likeable, but believe me, she wasn’t) a girl, who shook in her boots every time the hero gave her a “thin-lipped disparaging smile” and “blushed wildly” whenever his royal masculine thighness/bearer of “an aura of raw sexuality” got to within a few feet away from her, be the kinda chick that opens up her legs to all and sundry? Yeah right. Yet funnily enough, the hero seemed to miss all these nuances, and ridiculously came to the conclusion that she was hiding something, most probably a secret lover, as if! Yech!

Having said all of the above, I remember reading this book as a young teen and absolutely loving it, it may have been the “smoldering looks” that the hero kept throwing the heroine at every given opportunity, or the way the girly against her better judgement couldn’t control her baser instincts, and let Alpha Dickless continually “imprison her body against his” whilst she “moaned in ecstasy”.

Do ya get what I’m saying yet? The book muchos sucked, and I’ve hitherto come to the conclusion that all my taste was in my mouth as a teen!

I know you must have read books like this in the past, care to share?

My Weekend Shenanigans!

Sunday, May 8, 2005
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Afternoon folks! I’m feeling especially lazy today. It’s a sunny day here in the North of England, and I’ve had a pleasant weekend thus far.
On Friday, hubby and I went to watch Beauty Shop, with Queen Latifah and Alicia Silverstone, which was hilarious!

Last night, he and I attended a 30th birthday party which was fabulous. We stayed at the hotel where the party was being hosted, and was lucky enough to get a four-poster bed in our room, it was pure luxury.

Hubby got quite drunk, and turned into his version of Romeo, when we went to bed. Sex and alcohol don’t mix well with me, so he had zero chance of getting any action last night!!

During the party, we were sat with three other couples, two of whom hubby and I knew really well. I also kinda knew the other couple, but I hadn’t seen them in 13 years since I attended their wedding! It didn’t even click that I knew them until she started reminiscing about our local majorettes team (baton twirling folks!) of which she used to help out with.

Well how time changes some people. The last time I saw Nancy (her name) she was an ecstatic and joyous bride. I always remember thinking how lavish her wedding was thirteen years ago, and how happy she was to be marrying her husband. Things have certainly changed.

Nancy and her husband were terrible together, every time she looked at him, she shot him daggers, and he just laugh it off. At one point, she even said out loud that she wished she was single, which obviously created quite an uncomfortable silence, and Paul being Paul just had to pipe up, and say “Well, that was a conversation stopper wasn’t it!” I groaned inwardly at his lack of tact (I know, I know, Pot calling Kettle) but funnily enough it broke the tension a little bit, to my relief.

As the evening wore on, the situation between Nancy and her hubby (I forget his name), didn’t improve. They barely said more than two words to each other all night, it was almost like she hated him, God knows what he had done, I mean he seemed ok to us, but obviously he must have pissed her off big time! I wonder if he’d been caught shagging somebody else, that’s the only explanation I could come up with, for the venomous looks she was sending his way at every given opportunity. I tell ya, if looks could kill, he’d have been lying on the floor, screaming for mercy!!

I do think though that if I had been in Nancy’s situation, I would have either attended the party with somebody else, or pretended that everything was ok, instead of washing my laundry in public. It was just too uncomfortable for the rest of us! Paul however thought it was hilarious, the cad!!

This morning we had breakfast in the hotel with the two couples who we knew, which was very nice!
We then drove home at a leisurely rate (In fact the hotel was only ten minutes away by car, lol!)
When we got home, we went to our local healthclub, where we swam, well actually I swam, and Paul just laid in the hydrotherapy pool, nursing a hangover. We spent two hours there, and then came back home. Paul went off to his parents house after that!

All in all, it was a pretty good weekend, but I feel quite exhausted now!!

I hope you all had a good weekend, please feel free to share any stories of your escapades!