This week’s post concerns the best autobiography or biography. I rather looked forward to this post because I just read a book that was darn fantastic. Just as I Am by Cicely Tyson, her autobiography. First off, I didn’t know much about her, but the photo on the front captivated me. Then I read it and wow. This woman lived and she was so cool. The book reads like a conversation between friends, too. I recommend it.
And I know there may not be as many Beatles fans here, but The Beatles by Bob Spitz is pretty darn comprehensive for a biography. It’s long, but recommended because it’s in-depth. I loved it.
What books do you recommend? I’m all ears…or in this case, eyes. 🙂
This post is about 5 places I’ve visited. I had to think about this one and opted to go rather broad. Why not?
I’ve visited Indianapolis. Sadly, I didn’t see the Motor Speedway. I wish I had. There is a general loop around the city and we drove on that before diving in. It’s a big city and I got to see an airplane on final approach, that had I not had it explained later, would’ve sworn the plane wasn’t moving in mid air.
I’ve visited Charlotte. I’ve driven past the Panthers stadium. It was an accident that we did and not the intention of the trip, but we found it. It’s very teal.
I’ve been to Ron Jon Surf Shop. It was while at Disney and at the time, I wasn’t impressed. Everyone made a big deal about it. It was a surf shop. Shrugs. While I was in Florida, we saw Disney and I wandered around much of the magic kingdom on my own because I got left by my group (Weren’t those friends peachy?) and Epcot (my friends stuck around for that part). If you’re super into Disney, then this is the place to go. If you’re meh, then it’s rather expensive. Shrugs. We didn’t get to Universal Studios and I’m not sure it was a thing when I went (it was AGES ago).
I’ve visited Warm Springs Ranch – Home of the Budweiser Clydesdales. It’s in Missouri. I got to see the baby (foal) Clydesdales and even encouraged to pet a few. I have no idea where the photos are of this event, but I remember it quite vividly.
The last one of note is Niagara Falls. If you’ve never been there, the Falls are beautiful. I did the boat ride where you go right up to them (on the Canadian side). I met a rather nosy squirrel that followed me all along the walkway. Then there’s the Burger King. Now, normally, I wouldn’t mention the eateries, but this one has Frankenstein’s monster on top. Just that made it cool. So I’ve seen, there’s a roller coaster with it, but I don’t remember that part. Just the monster on top.
Where have you visited? I’d love to know.
While you’re here, take a trip and visit my mermen in Lake Erie!
Perfect Rhythm by Megan Slayer
Forever Wicked, book 18
Book three in the Perfect Series
From Changeling Press
Art by Karen Fox
Contemporary Paranormal LGBTQ Romance
Magic, Mermen, Paranormal Creatures
Their perfect rhythm might be possible with a little magic — and the promise of second chances.
The moment the king passed down the curse, Minos knew he wasn’t getting his voice back. He’s caused enough heartache for two lifetimes, but when he sees a handsome man struggling in the lake, his innate desire to protect comes to the surface.
John Leed just wants to be loved. When he comes out to his friends, instead of embracing him, they throw him overboard — into the arms of a merman. Once together, he realizes he’s found the partner he’s always wanted.
Minos is determined to protect this human. Can they forge a relationship or will the secrets in Minos’s past disrupt their perfect rhythm?
I love John Grisham’s books. I know when I pick one up, I’m in for a treat. I really do. I got this one as a birthday present with the caveat I was supposed to give it to the giver when I finished it so the giver could read it. Odd way to give a gift, isn’t it? Anyway, it’s taken me a while to get to the book, but it’s quarantine time, so I’m reading a lot of things I’d otherwise put aside. Part of me wished I’d read it when I got it, but the rest of me is glad I waited. The thing is, this book is a tad uneven. It is. It’s almost like it was written in fits and starts. Not what I’ve come to expect from the author, but I was still entertained. It’s not one I’d recommend if you’re looking to try Grisham, but the story was interesting enough and kept me reading.
We expect our judges to be honest and wise. Their integrity is the bedrock of the entire judicial system. We trust them to ensure fair trials, to protect the rights of all litigants, to punish those who do wrong, and to oversee the flow of justice. But what happens when a judge bends the law or takes a bribe?
Lacy Stoltz is an investigator for the Florida Board on Judicial Conduct. It is her job to respond to complaints dealing with judicial misconduct. After nine years with the Board, she knows that most problems are caused by incompetence, not corruption.
But a corruption case eventually crosses her desk. A previously disbarred lawyer is back in business, and he claims to know of a Florida judge who has stolen more money than all other crooked judges combined. And not just crooked judges in Florida. All judges, from all states, and throughout United States history. And now he wants to put a stop to it. His only client is a person who knows the truth and wants to blow the whistle and collect millions under Florida law. When the case is assigned to Lacy, she immediately suspects that this one could be dangerous. Dangerous is one thing. Deadly is something else.
I’m still new to the cozy mystery genre, but this is a cute book. I liked the heroine owned her own business and is a force in her own right. I liked the cat, Elvis. First, he’s a trip and second, he’s good at catching a liar. I liked the chemistry between the characters, too. I’m more of a romance reader, so the weird romance-y thing that didn’t quite happen between Nick and Sarah, then Sarah and Mac was irksome. I wanted someone to get together, not the dancing around each other thing, but that’s okay. If you want a mystery that’s fun, but sad, too, then this might be the one for you.
Sarah Grayson and her trusty companion, Elvis, race to tail the right suspects in the fifth installment of the New York Times bestselling Second Chance Cat Mysteries.
Sarah Grayson owns Second Chance, a shop that sells lovingly refurbished items, in the charming town of North Harbor, Maine. But she couldn’t run the store without the help of her right-hand man, Mac–or her dashing rescue cat, Elvis.
Mac’s life before North Harbor has always been a little bit mysterious, but it becomes a lot more intriguing when a woman from his past shows up in town, and then turns up dead. Suspicion falls on Mac, but Sarah–and Elvis–know he can’t be the killer, and they hope they can prove his innocence quick as a whisker.
This week, I read The Dog Diet, A Memoir: What My Dog Taught Me About Shedding Pounds, Licking Stress and Getting a New Leash on Life by Patti Lawson. I thought this would be a cute book. I did. It’s got a dog, a person learning how to be more of a person by having a dog and it’s supposed to be a memoir. I have to admit, I wasn’t bowled over by this book. In fact, there were a lot of times when I just plain wasn’t happy. This woman didn’t strike me as a dog person (people change, so I get that), but she seemed to really not having ‘time’ for a dog. She wasn’t built for having a dog. Um, they’re messy, they’re loud, they’re clingy…they’re dogs. She spent a lot of time being dismissive with the dog. Whatever. Then there were her thoughts on the diet part of the story. She decided the dog was a furry exercise partner. Sure! I agree. But part of her diet involved just putting down the (insert name of food here) and play with the dog instead. She went from being rather obsessive about exercise to a slug, then back to obsessive, but about moving while having the dog. She struck me as an obsessive person. When she has one thing to focus on, she’s happy. I don’t know. Her suggestions for diet items included things she and the dog could eat, eating quiet things so the dog wouldn’t bother her and walking. Um, that’s part of having a dog. You have to move around. They require exercise. She acted almost shocked about this. I’m glad she got her dog and found a buddy in her dog, but her advice wasn’t all that great. But try it for yourself. You might have other thoughts.
We live in a diet-obsessed age, when we lose five pounds just to gain ten, delude ourselves that the next exercise contraption we buy from that midnight infomercial will finally take that extra inch off our thighs, and become convinced that the latest diet fad of beet soup and goat’s milk will help us look good in a bikini. But now you can forget the Zone, Atkins and South Beach! It turns out that the ultimate weight-loss plan is owning a dog: Man (and woman’s) best friend is the fail proof personal trainer-dietician-nutritionist you’ve been looking for you all your life.
That’s just what Patti Lawson found in her dog, Sadie.
A diet-obsessed, single lawyer, Patti spent the winter indulging in multiple brands of chocolate while mourning the demise of her latest relationship. Spring found her pudgy and pitiful, when Fate – and a fortuitous trip to PetSmart – brought rascally puppy Sadie into Patti’s petless, pristine, if a bit sterile, life. Since that day life hasn’t been the same for Patti or Sadie.
A life that began together with 3:00 a.m. walks through the park, incessant barking and stolen moments of trying to eat just a crumb of breakfast without puppy-interference soon morphed into a partnership of exercise and healthy eating with the added bonus that Sadie taught Patti a thing or two about letting go and stopping to smell the roses.
A memoir-cum-diet, The Dog Diet takes a tongue-in-cheek look at our obsession with weight loss and will have you laughing out loud as you recognize your own dysfunctional relationship with food. In the process you’ll learn a simple and natural method for shedding unwanted pounds without the usual stress and disappointments that go along with typical dieting regimens.
This week I picked up a copy of Sleeping with the Fishes by Mary Janice Davidson. I’ve read this author before and liked her books. This one…it wasn’t quite as much of a hit. Fred isn’t your average little mermaid type mermaid. She’s cranky, snappy and gives no…you know. She has two men to choose from Artur and Thomas. Here’s the thing and why it wasn’t as great a book for me…Fred is downright snotty sometimes. I didn’t like her. I had a hard time rooting for her. I had a hard time deciding if I should root for Thomas because he’s just sort of there. Artur is nice enough, but almost like someone to settle for. I didn’t feel the passion between any of the characters. And if I had to read about Jonas, her friend, and his girlfriend one more time…it’s done too much. But this is book 2 in the series, so maybe if I’d have read book 1 first, this one would’ve been more fun. I don’t know. It just didn’t hit the mark for me.
As Fred the Mermaid tries to fit in with her own kind, she finds herself hooked on both Artur, the High Prince of the undersea realm, and Thomas, a hunky marine biologist. She’s also caught between two factions of merfolk: those happy with swimming under the radar-and those who want to bring their existence to the surface.
When things weren’t so scary and crazy and I could get books from the local book sale, one of the ones I picked up was a copy of Sizzle by Jennifer Crusie. Now I love her books, especially the one with the dog that would fall over when someone shouted bang. It sounds a lot funnier when your own dog does it because she thinks she’s one of those tiny goats. Anyway, I picked up this book, this short book, because I knew the author. It’s a cute book. Short. The story moves rather fast, too. The thing is, it’s too fast for my taste and the characters were rather hard to root for. Emily seemed angry the entire time. I didn’t like that. I didn’t want her to be putty, but she could’ve softened a little faster. Richard was pushy, but I guess I took it more from him because this book is over 25 years old. It’s quick and if you want quick heat, then grab a copy.
Business takes a backseat when successful ad executive Emily Tate meets Richard Parker. He’s an accountant who’s been sent to keep her in line and under budget in her ad campaign for a sensual new perfume called Sizzle. And if Emily’s not careful, she just might melt in Richard’s hands.
I have a love of biographies. There’s something about learning about other people that appeals to me. I’ve always had an interest in rockets and NASA, too. I’ll never be a rocket scientist or astronaut (I hate being up high and math isn’t my friend), but it’s neat to read about those who understand both. The book this week that I’m reading is a biography with some creative license taken. I know the author, the son of Mary Morgan, doesn’t know the precise conversations his mother had as a child. She wasn’t a chatty person. But that’s okay. It’s still an engrossing read. Maybe it’s something you’d like. It’s what I’m reading today.
LIKE THE FEMALE SCIENTISTS PORTRAYED IN HIDDEN FIGURES, MARY SHERMAN MORGAN WAS ANOTHERUNSUNG HEROINE OF THE SPACE AGE-NOWHER STORY IS FINALLY TOLD.This is the extraordinary true story of America’s first female rocket scientist. Told by her son, it describes Mary Sherman Morgan’s crucial contribution to launching America’s first satellite and the author’s labyrinthine journey to uncover his mother’s lost legacy–one buried deep under a lifetime of secrets political, technological, and personal.In 1938, a young German rocket enthusiast named Wernher von Braun had dreams of building a rocket that could fly him to the moon. In Ray, North Dakota, a young farm girl named Mary Sherman was attending high school. In an age when girls rarely dreamed of a career in science, Mary wanted to be a chemist. A decade later the dreams of these two disparate individuals would coalesce in ways neither could have imagined.World War II and the Cold War space race with the Russians changed the fates of both von Braun and Mary Sherman Morgan. When von Braun and other top engineers could not find a solution to the repeated failures that plagued the nascent US rocket program, North American Aviation, where Sherman Morgan then worked, was given the challenge. Recognizing her talent for chemistry, company management turned the assignment over to young Mary.In the end, America succeeded in launching rockets into space, but only because of the joint efforts of the brilliant farm girl from North Dakota and the famous German scientist. While von Braun went on to become a high-profile figure in NASA’s manned space flight, Mary Sherman Morgan and her contributions fell into obscurity–until now.
Sometimes coming home is the best way to heal a broken heart—especially with two ranch hands involved.
Channon Kennedy planned to come home, but she never expected to find herself in the arms of the two men she’s fantasized over since high school. Back then, Shaun and Brian didn’t seem interested. Now, she’s older, wiser and has nothing to lose. If the men of her dreams want her, who is she to resist?
Shaun Maple and Brian Powell have done everything together—work at the farm, live together and love the same woman. They’ve wanted Channon since they first laid eyes on her, but circumstances beyond their control kept the threesome apart. Times have changed and so have Shaun and Brian. They’re not taking no for an answer—they want her between them for good. Can the ranch hands convince her she’s the only woman for them or will the relationship implode before it gets a chance to grow?
“Where are a couple of farm boys when I need them?” Channon Kennedy brushed her horse, Peaches, and rested her head on the side of the large animal’s neck. She liked being around the horses. She could talk to them and not have to worry about someone arguing with her. She’d done enough arguing in the last year for a lifetime.
“I don’t know how I’m going to manage,” she said. She stopped brushing the horse and looked Peaches in the eye. “I’m one person with three horses and a hundred acres. That’s a lot for one person to keep things going.”
The horse snorted, then shook her head.
“I get it. We’ll figure it out.” She sighed and surveyed the stall. According to her father’s notes, there were two farm hands living on the property. She hadn’t seen anyone, but the state of the stall said otherwise. Someone had cleaned it out recently. She’d need to shovel out the muck and add fresh straw, but it could’ve been worse.
Not knowing who lived on the farm was her own fault. She’d been at the house for three days, but had only ventured out during the last hour. Between the guilt over not being home when her father died and mourning the loss of him, she hadn’t wanted to be out in public. She grieved for the end of her relationship with her former boyfriend, Jack, too. The bastard had cheated on her and dumped her for a younger woman. She shouldn’t have been so upset. Getting rid of him should’ve been a relief, but it wasn’t. Seven years was a long time to be with someone, only to be shafted.
Channon climbed the side of the stall and sat on the wooden planks. She leaned against the divider bars between the stables. “I miss the boys the most.” She gripped the shelf along the wall. “I could use their help, yeah, but I miss their friendship. Brian and Shaun were here when no one else cared.”
Peaches shifted around and bumped her head against Channon’s side. Channon hugged the horse. “I miss them. I shouldn’t because we’re horrible when we’re together. I still remember all the times we got into trouble, but it was fun.”