I just finished reading my RITA books, but here’s the latest and greatest update to my reading pile. What really sucks is that I was too sick to read over the last two days (waaaah!)
- Night Life, Caitlin Kittredge
- Gale Force, Rachel Caine
- The Darkest Pleasure, Gena Showalter
- Cry Wolf, Patricia Briggs
- Shades of Dark, Linnea Sinclair
- King of Sword and Sky, CL Wilson
- The Face of Death, Cody McFadyen
- At Grave’s End, Jeaniene Frost
- Aussie Rules, Jill Shalvis
- Eye of the Beholder, Shari Shattuck
- To Taste Temptation, Elizabeth Hoyt
- Bloodfever, Karen Marie Moning
- Demon Night, MelJean Brook
Citizen Kane (1941)… So the hubster and I decided to watch this because of the buzz and its status as the #1 movie of all time on more than one list. For us, not so much. We made it through about an hour before throwing in the flag. Actually, hubby fell asleep again *g*, and our DVD player is possessed (it turns on and off by itself) and winked off right at an hour, and I couldn’t be bothered to get up and turn it back on. Which shows you exactly how enthusiastic I was *g*. As a whole, it just didn’t work for me, from the acting to the way it was laid out. Maybe I’ll try again at some point, but not in the near future. I’m just kind of bummed that the last three movies have been duds. I’m hoping for more with The Bourne Identity!
The hubster and I threw ourselves into painting this weekend as a way to NOT think about smokes, in addition to actually getting something done rather than stare at the boob tube. The results? I’m sore as hell, but the room looks about a thousand percent better. Also, I only thought about smoking approxmiately 65 times over the whole weekend, which is down from the 100 or so of last Thursday alone 8) .
So obviously, no movie or music review today, and honestly, I may just check in here and there, rather than do my usual schpeal.
Hope everyone’s weekends were faboooo!
The hubster quit smoking a few weeks ago, and I said I’d join him as soon as my current stash of cigarillos ran out. Well, that happened on Wednesday night, so yesterday was my first full day of not smoking in over ten years. With the exception of quitting for two years back in 1996-1998 and then deciding I could be a social smoker (yeah right), I’ve been smoking for the last twenty-two years. To say it’s a bitch to quit is a minor understatement.
Yesterday during the day wasn’t so bad, because I was at work, and didn’t smoke there anyway. But last night? Oh man. I was seriously jonesing…massive headache, twitchy nerves, the whole nine yards. And yeah, some of that could surely by my hypochondriac side rising up, but it was still there, and still driving me nuts.
I was joking with my critique partners that I’ll either become totally spastic, getting 120 things done (this is how hubby has coped), or I’ll curl up in a fetal ball for a week. So far it’s option #1, but I’m not counting anything out…
As a Miami narcotics detective, Leah Daniels never knows how her day will turn out. But she certainly never expected to be strapped to a stone altar, the human sacrifice in an ancient Mayan ritual meant to coax up a demon from the underworld. Or that she’d be saved by a handsome warrior-priest king who claims to recognize her from his visions… Jaguar Strike wishes he hadn’t made the mistake of reuniting his fellow warrior priests, or broken the law by saving their chosen human sacrifice. Now, he has no choice but to join forces with Leah and invoke dangerous magic in a death-defying race against the end of time.
I very much enjoyed this book, and the wealth of information on the 2012 end-time…Andersen obviously did her homework, and it shows. That attention to detail, in addition to a cast of characters that are sexy and smart, makes this a fabulous book to curl up with on a cold winter’s night. If you’re a fan of JR Ward, then you’ll definitely enjoy this new series!
Gran Torino (2008 ) Hubby and I went to watch this in the theater (a treat for us). As we left the theater, I couldn’t help but think the last two movies I’ve seen have been less than stellar (see last week’s review on There Will Be Blood) and were supposed to be all that and a bag of chips. So why didn’t I love Gran Torino? For starters, the outright bigotry, even though it was across the board, made me cringe. Yeah, I laughed like everyone else in the theater at some of the cringe-worthy early zingers, but after about an hour, it got old. As did Clint’s squinting and growling. Maybe it was because Eastwood’s character, Walt Kowalski, is of an age of both my father and father-in-law, and both served in Korea. My dad was as redneck and outspoken as he could possibly be, but he never uttered derogatory phrases like the ones casually thrown out in the movie. Hubby said it was cheesy, hokey and overrated. Guess you can’t be more succinct than that.