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Bob Stevenson

Book Review of Bob Stevenson, by Richard Wiley

Bob Stevenson

I won a paperback ARC of Richard Wiley‘s Bob Stevenson through Goodreads:

Description from Goodreads:
Dr. Ruby Okada meets a charming man with a Scottish accent in the elevator of her psychiatric hospital. Unaware that he is an escaping patient, she falls under his spell, and her life and his are changed forever by the time they get to the street.

Who is the mysterious man? Is he Archie B. Billingsly, suffering from dissociative identity disorder and subject to brilliant flights of fancy and bizarre, violent fits? Or is he the reincarnation of Robert Louis Stevenson, back to haunt New York as Long John Silver and Mr. Edward Hyde? Her career compromised, Ruby soon learns that her future and that of her unborn child depend on finding the key to his identity. 

Review:
I’m approaching my 300th book of the year (It’s Sept.) and I bet I haven’t given a dozen books five stars. But Bob Stevenson deserves it. Heck, I’d probably give it five stars for Gerard alone, who has to be the cutest, most genuine character I’ve read in a while. He was a true pleasure to read and I adored the way people accepted him into their lives and loved him too.

But the rest of the characters were of interest as well. Ruby, who finds herself in a baffling and embarrassing situation. Archie/Bob who is fighting his own demons. Dr. Utterson and Bette, who provide the necessary sidekicks, along with Dad and the nun. All engaging in their own way. Granted, you never get to know them deeply, but they fulfill their role succinctly.

The writing is marvelous. I laughed repeatedly at the dry humor. The fact that you’re never wholly sure where the surreal stops and the actual paranormal might pick up kept me biting my nails. Lastly, I was thrilled to see non-white main characters and people successfully functioning with disabilities. All in all, a real winner for me.


What I’m drinking: My husband makes amazing coffee. He uses an aeropress and puts a dollop of heavy whipping cream in it. Yeah, heaven. I read Bob Stevenson while one on the go, and Hubs sent me off with the ambrosia of life.

Book Review of The Glorious Heresies, by Lisa McInerney

The Glorious Heresies

I received a copy of The Glorious Heresies, by Lisa McInerney from Blogging for Books.

Description from Goodreads:
One messy murder affects the lives of five misfits who exist on the fringes of Ireland’s post-crash society. Ryan is a fifteen-year-old drug dealer desperate not to turn out like his alcoholic father Tony, whose obsession with his unhinged next-door neighbour threatens to ruin him and his family. Georgie is a prostitute whose willingness to feign a religious conversion has dangerous repercussions, while Maureen, the accidental murderer, has returned to Cork after forty years in exile to discover that Jimmy, the son she was forced to give up years before, has grown into the most fearsome gangster in the city. In seeking atonement for the murder and a multitude of other perceived sins, Maureen threatens to destroy everything her son has worked so hard for, while her actions risk bringing the intertwined lives of the Irish underworld into the spotlight . . .

Biting, moving and darkly funny, The Glorious Heresies explores salvation, shame and the legacy of Ireland’s twentieth-century attitudes to sex and family.

Review:
Wow, that was a head trip and one hard read. I could generally only read a couple chapters at a time before needing breathing space. In fact, I read several other books in the time it took me to finish this, and I’m usually a literary monogamist; preferring to read one book at a time.

But despite being gritty and hard to face at times, it’s a stellar book. It kind of has a similar feel to J.K. Rowling’s The Casual Vacancy, except I think it pulls off spotlighting the humanity of the destitute and desperate better than Rowling did.

The characters are fleshed out and human, most of them screw-ups of one sort or another, all constantly cheating one another and themselves in the process, knowingly or not. The plot is twisty enough to keep you interested, but not so much as to feel contrived. And the writing is magnificent! Really, if you are a literary fiction reader, who likes their fiction a little on the dark side pick this up.


What I’m drinkingLoyd Rich India Orange Pekoe Black Tea

Only You

Book Review of Only You, by Cheryl Holt

Only YouI won a signed copy of Only You, by Cheryl Holt, through Night Owl Reviews.

Description from Goodreads:
Lady Theodosia Postlewaite, known as Theo to her family and friends, has always had the worst luck. On the night her betrothal was to be announced, she was unwittingly caught in a compromising situation. With her engagement ended and her reputation in tatters, her incensed father demands she flee the gossip by accompanying her dour, grumpy aunt on a sightseeing trip to Egypt. Theo reluctantly agrees, and she’s determined to spend the months abroad proving she possesses the highest moral character. Most especially, she vows to never so much as speak to a handsome man ever again.

Soloman Grey has lived in Egypt for the past decade. His own scandal chased him out of London, and he’s built a new life for himself as an adventurer and explorer. Because of the gossip that ruined him, he doesn’t trust anyone, and he constantly vows that he’ll never so much as glance at a pretty woman ever again.

But when Soloman meets Theo, he’s dragged into her world in a dozen ways he never intended. She’s beautiful, funny, and lonely, and he can’t resist. Yet, he’s the bastard son of an earl, so he could never be worthy of her. When her relatives would do anything to keep them apart, dare he risk all to have her for his very own?

Review:
Gosh, I try so hard to like this sort of book. I really do. I really want to. But, while this was a fine book, it certainly didn’t light my fire. Victorian romances (yes, despite that deceptive cover it is a Victorian romance) just so often include things that annoy me and I don’t just mean because of the supposed conservatism of the time. But the common elements of the books (I’m trying not to say tropes, because i’m not really talking tropes) frequently annoy me.

One of the big one revolves around the sex scenes. Two things I strongly dislike in a sex scene: the idea that a woman’s vagina is a button and a man just has to touch it once and, click, she’ll orgasim. This especially enrages me when dealing with virgins. And two, the innocent little wide-eyed virgin that orgasims (usually at a simple touch) who then has to ask, “What was that?” “What’s happening to my body?” Gah, I hate this so much, I just can’t tell you how much! And these sorts of books always seem to have this scene, this one included. It’s the whole representation of women, their bodies and their sexuality that makes me want to kick a puppy or something.

Similarly, so often these sorts of books, this one included, always have to girl putting herself out there and the man never emotionally reaching for her (often ‘for her own good). This one felt especially egregious in this department to me. Theo spent the whole book informing Soloman that he’s a good man and she wanted him. Then we had the obligatory separation and she suffered horribly. But when he decided he wanted her again, he came to her and forced her to expose all her vulnerabilities and tell him she wanted him before he’d say he wanted her. I never felt that he was contrite over his behavior and he was never in an emotionally vulnerable position for her, that was ALWAYS her place.

The writing itself is fine. There was a tendency to repeat phrases. Several times men ‘sat back grinning and preening.’ People had a tendency to grab one another and then be ‘kissing and kissing.’ I also felt a little of the language was anachronistic, but it was more an over all impression than anything specific. Did woman say butt out in Victorian times? Maybe they did, but the bold way women spoke in general sometimes didn’t feel right to me. But overall the writing was fine. There’s some amusing banter between Theo and Soloman (though not always believable). It’s not a bad book and if such books didn’t annoy me in general, no matter how often I give them another try, I might have liked it more. As it was I’m barely keeping my rating about the centre mark.
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What I’m drinking: Beef sipping broth from Boylard’s Meat & Provisions. It’s delicious; flavored with ginger, kaffir lime & lemongrass. I gotta have it extra hot though!