November So Far

I’m sure that y’all know by now what an inherently exciting person I am—as evidenced by the past weeks of silence that involved not so much books as work shenanigans, playing a PC game, mourning the minutes of Downton Abbey, and—certainly a favorite—drooling on any horizontal surface at any and every available opportunity.

I still haven’t been reading much, and when I do pick up books, I tend to go genre-ish: A swashbuckling highland romance, the first book of an overachieving fantasy series, the most entertaining book ever on the “curious coupling of science and sex”—the latter earning me not a few curious stares in my commutes to and from work.

Oh, I’m excited for Maya Banks’ new series; I had loads of fun with the first installment, In Bed with a Highlander. Heiress and potential political pawn, through sheer grit and gumption, saves herself and a laird’s son from the baddies? H&PPP reluctantly finding a home in a crumbling keep of three strapping Highland men? Yes. A lot of easy laughter and believably messy characters? Sure.

[Note: Has anyone ever read a book from Banks’ ongoing Colters’ Legacy series? The first book of which, Colters’ Woman, involves a woman who’s fled from her asshat husband, and into the arms of, um, three brothers? Seriously, that book is, like, canon in the 3m/f subgenre of erotic romance. It sounds skeevy, I know, haha. Commence suspension of disbelief!] [Note, v.02: The heat level in this Highlander book is kind of tame. I will not admit that I was disappointed.]

My romance reads this year have allowed me to conclude how much I love historical romances—Regencies, Victorians, usually [you gotta love the Season!]—but them men of the Highlands hold a special place in my heart. And no, not just because of the kilts.

In other news, other genres, I curled up with Lev Grossman’s The Magicians—a year or so too late, I guess?—and it was enjoyably but, well, ultimately it wasn’t as rich or as affective as the books it repeatedly tried to kupal out. Hah. Ugh. It was not, well, it was too full at the same time, and not full enough. It was exciting and rich, but anticlimactic and blah. It was rushed in too many places, it felt like it didn’t know what it wanted to do with itself. It wanted to introduce us to a magical world but it wanted to do too much at one time? Eh. I don’t know, gah. I read it, it was a fun couple of days, and I’d buy the second book when it comes out in paperback—but nope, no fireworks for me.

Speaking of fireworks [forced segue, but hey], I’m currently reading Mary Roach’s awesome, hilarious book whose title I want to chant over and over in public places: Bonk. Bonk, you guys, BONK. Aherm. I am a fount of useful and not-so-useful information. Like, say, this footnote on “the erectile tissue in the lining of the nose”: It “does, very occasionally, expand when its owner is sexually aroused. It too is made erect by increased blood flow. Nasal congestion is an erection inside your nose.”

Hur. I also learned, among other things, that pandas are so atrociously bumbling when it comes to slipping Tab A into Slot B, and that “panda porn” had to be created by scientists and panda caretakers—a sort of instructional video for pandas to get it on, with people inside panda costumes and, well, yeah, that. Hur, pandas. Aherm. I’ll definitely keep you updated.

So, yeah. That’s my month so far. I’m going back to bed now.

10 thoughts on “November So Far

    1. I never know what to feel when I say things like, “I AM SO GLAD YOU HATED THIS BOOK.” It doesn’t sound very, um, nice, haha. But, well, yeah. That sentiment up there. I was so annoyed with this book. It served its escapist purpose, but it was so frustrating whenever the narrative would refuse to expound on the new things it has to offer in favor off, I dunno, dissing other fantasy novels, canon or not.

  1. I actually read the whole Colter series and found it wonderful. The description you gave it really made it sound bad, but it does make sense in the books. She’s running from an emotionally abusive husband, car breaks down in a snowstorm and in the process of looking for help nearly freezes to death in the snow where she has fallen. She is found by one of the brothers and brought back to his lodge where his other brothers are. This is the beginning of the book. The relationships in the series are totally wonderful. It is not just smexy times, but an honest, healthy relationship among the four of them. I totally recommend the series.

    1. I apologize if I wasn’t clear–that’s the problem with attempting to be funny, eek–but I have read the four books [so far] of Colters’ Legacy, and love them. As in, love them in a keep-them-forever-in-my-hard-drive love them.

      Colters’ Woman introduced me to the wonders of effective and affective multi-protagonist-ed romances, and I couldn’t agree with you more about how the novel’s premise was earned by its conceit [that whole F-M/M/M matching] and the narrative the unfolded. It was a perfect balance of conflict and emotion, and, well, actually, after reading In Bed with a Highlander, I dug up my copy of Colters’ Woman and revisited my favorite scenes. [I also did the same for the other books in the series, but I won’t share more of how my afternoon whiled itself away.]

      It remains hokey when I attempt to tell friends about this book’s premise, but, well, I hope you allow me to copy and memorize your comment the next time that situation arises.


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