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Book Review of The Bitches of Everafter, by Barbra Annino

I’m still on my road trip and let me tell you it’s great for getting my reading done. As a bonus, I seem to have internet again, so I can still post. Just to repeat myself though, there is no guarantee I will tomorrow or the next day. So, if I stop posting it means I’ve been physically serrated from the digital teat and I’ll show back up when I reach civilization and wi-fi again. Now, on to the review.

The Bitches of EverafterI downloaded a copy of The Bitches of Everafter (by Barbra Annino) from Amazon when it was free.

Description from Goodreads:
These are not the mild-mannered maidens of your childhood. These are fallen princesses and fierce women with no recollection of who they are, where they came from, or how they arrived in a mysterious town called Everafter. All they know is that they’ve been sentenced to a stretch in a half-way house by a malicious judge with an ax to grind. They’ve been stripped of their freedom, their kingdoms, and their true loves. Now, they have nothing left to lose. 

Snow White is the newest parolee to arrive at Granny’s House for Girls. It isn’t long before she learns that her housemates harbor secrets, and that the mansion itself is a meandering enigma. She stumbles upon forbidden doorways, ghostly passages, and walls that seem to breathe. Determined to find out what’s really happening inside those old walls, Snow embarks on a dangerous discovery mission. Not everyone is thrilled about her nosing around. In fact, there are some who would kill to keep the secrets that the house—and its occupants—hold. 

Review:
This was a cute idea and the author managed to pull it off, but the shtick really did get old quickly. After a while it just started to feel ridiculous. It did make me laugh more than once though and the writing is pretty good. But if I was using ratings, I would take off half a start for not being a complete arc.

For real, some people might call this a cliff-hanger, but I don’t think that’s accurate. I don’t even think precipitous cliff-hanger is accurate, because nothing wraps up in this story. It literally just ends. I firmly believe that in order to be a cliff-hanger the book needs to leave something open for continuation while some part of the story concludes, thus marking the end of the book. That doesn’t happen here. This feels MUCH more like a serial than a series and I HATE serials. Why would I want only part of a story? I won’t bother with the next installment. Because this is a trilogy, so the next one will probably be just as incomplete. (See, author-person, you’ve completely created distrust in your reader.)

Book Review of Strong Signal (Cyberlove #1) by Megan Erickson & Santino Hassell

Ok, a warning first. I’m on a family road trip. I spent 7 hours in the car today, which was great for reading (as I wasn’t driving) but the trip means unpredictable access to the internet. I’m currently in Hays, Kansas and have it. So you’ll get a review post. But there is no guarantee that the same will be true tomorrow or the next day. Just know that if I go dark, just know I’ll show back up.

OK, on to Strong Signal, by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell. I purchased a copy of the book.

Strong SignalDescription from Goodreads:
I was counting down the months until the end of my deployment. My days were spent working on military vehicles, and I spent my nights playing video games that would distract me until I could leave Staff Sergeant Garrett Reid behind.

That was when I met him: Kai Bannon, a fellow gamer with a famous stream channel. 

I never expected to become fixated on someone who’d initially been a rival. And I’d never expected someone who oozed charm to notice me—a guy known for his brutal honesty and scowl. I hadn’t planned for our online friendship to turn into something that kept me up at night—hours of chatting evolving into filthy webcam sessions.

But it did. And now I can’t stop thinking about him. In my mind, our real life meeting is perfect. We kiss, we fall into bed, and it’s love at first sight.

Except, like most things in my life, it doesn’t go as planned.

Review:
This was incredibly sweet, much sweeter than I anticipated actually. I expected a lot more angst from a grump-faced soldier and an anxiety-ridden gaymer, but I’m not complaining. I have a pretty low threshold for hearts and flowers and rainbows in my romance, but this was just the sort I could handle—hot, dirty and heartfelt without being schmaltzy. Seeing Garrett’s marshmallow center and his legitimate attempts to control his overbearing instincts was really endearing. As was Kai’s much more expressive puppy-like love.

And I have to make a confession here. Everyone has their own kink, right? Something in smexy literature that cranks their shaft just right? Well, for me it’s masturbation scenes. For real, that shit is often better than the all out sex scenes for me and here we had two people falling in love over ~9 months while half a world apart. You know my toes were curled in just the right way for much of the book.  And that’s before I even get into how inappropriately titillated I am by the idea of what men get up to when there simply are no women about. That whole brotherhood of arms thing added to getting off together is another hot button for me. Totally objectifying, I admit, but there it is.

The book also deals with a lot of the shite that LGBTQI+ individuals have to put up with on a regular basis. Every once in a while I felt the agenda in this, more in the language than anything else—when ‘proper’ terms were used instead of slangy words, for example. But it was never enough to put me off more than I was happy to see some of it addressed.

I’ve read books by both Erickson and Hassell before. I’ve enjoyed them both, will again in the future. But as a team, they are one hell of a dynamic duo.

Wingmann Reading Park Dedication and a Review

Picture snagged from Facebook since mine came out blurry. Last week, one of my best friends took me to Wingmann Park in Old North Saint Louis to see the urban installation her daughter designed and fabricate for (what I think is) the first urban reading park in the city. I cannot tell you how much I love this idea. It is so right up my alley it’s almost painful.

Wingmann Reading ParkTwo years ago, the neighborhood installed a Little Free Library to encourage neighborhood children to read. (There are some lovely pictures of it here.) But there was nowhere for them to sit while they did so, or when the neighborhood held book club.

Wingmann ParkThus was apparently born the idea of a sculpture that would double a seating, and a number of amazing people got together, found funding, found volunteers, found donations and made it happen. I won’t try and list all those wonderful people. I’d only make a hash of it, but suffice it to say I was suitably impressed by their generosity, dedication and success. I LOVE to see communities come together to make this sort of thing work. It’s such a reminder of how enduring and endearing the human spirit really is.

Wingmann LFLWell, today was the dedication ceremony and since I adore this idea so much, have a personal (if tenuous) connection to the artist, and it was a surprisingly moderate day I took my girls (5 & 8) to listen to the speeches, see the ribbon cutting, applaud the efforts, try out the seating,  and do some outdoor reading. It was really lovely. I mean really, really lovely. 

And while my eight year old is perfectly willing to run off and read to herself, my five year old needs a little help. So, she and I read Scarlett’s Journey Home, by Mary Ellen Bryan (it was even signed), which means I get to include a review and stay on theme for the blog. Bam!

Description from Goodreads:
Sweet Scarlett Penguin travels far to find a place where she belongs. Join in on the adventure as Scarlett makes new friends, discovers distant lands, and learns to look deep inside her heart where she uncovers her own unique spark along her journey home.

Review:
This was a sweet little book about finding home, learning to trust, recognizing that just because someone looks different doesn’t mean they can’t become your friends, the warmth of the human heart and the making of community (especially apropos for our morning). Easy to read, pictures that kept my five-year-old interests and ended on a fluffy feel good note.