Please excuse me, my
blog life has been taken over by a kitten and resistance is futile!
Please excuse me, my
blog life has been taken over by a kitten and resistance is futile!
The Prince’s Son is, of course, the sequel to The Prince’s Man.
I read The Prince’s Man last year and found it to be a solid book:
“This newly created world is firm, there are no gaps or jumps of reasoning. One creature, idea, magic or bit of history flows right into the next. Characters that appear substantial at the beginning of the book do nothing but grow and evolve as their backstory unfolds behind them.
This is solidly written fantasy tale.” -myself on The Prince’s Man last year
The first book was very much a web of spies and lies and political maneuvering that really had me hooked. In this book what struck me was the character growth. I loved the way the characters from the previous book grew between books and how the whiny lady at the beginning (that I could barely stand reading about) turned into the character than I’m most excited to read about in the next book. While there is a precedent in fantasy for the original whinging characters to turn into fantastic heroes by the end, it’s a trend that can feel forced enough to be questionable. Not in this book. When you build your characters with a backstory and foundation as solid as Deborah Jay has, their growth and change isn’t something to wonder over but something to enjoy!
Would I recommend it? The Prince’s Son can be read as a stand alone, you don’t have to read The Prince’s Man first, but I think you should. What would happen to order in the universe if everyone just started reading books all willy nilly and out of sequence? Chaos I tell you, chaos! Either way, if you choose to be an agent for chaos or read the books in a sensible order like proper purveyor of peace, if you are a fan of fantasy I recommend this/these books!
I was given a copy of this book from the author in exchange for Beta reading it, which was basically the best nerdy book lover experience ever! After reading the final copy I also agreed to post my own honest review. Thank you Deborah Jay for letting me be a part of the experience!
Never have a conversation about how you aren’t going to go looking for a kitten but if a kitten showed up in need of a home, it would be a good time to add a cat to the family… unless you really mean it.
Meet our new kitten, and Jane’s early birthday present, whose name has ranged from a very confusing “Sarah” to an equally confusing “Baroness Sarah McCutiePie Von Stuffington of Sunshine Manor”.
Be careful what you say, the universe responds to kitten requests in a very timely fashion.
Deer hunting is a great time of year to have children experience the joy that comes with survival.
Taking a two-hour hike through the woods, falling in a freezing swamp, possibly getting lost but getting back on track. Finally arriving at the house with boots full of swamp water, soaked and shivering to jump straight into the sauna. And then, once thawed, telling stories of deer jumping up out of the bushes closer than they’d ever seen, helping the hunters find a down deer, and the pride that came with knowing they helped the hunt.
Sure, it was cold, and hard and painful but they did it and that comes with it’s own special joy
Don’t believe me?
Ask them about helping on the deer drive. They’ll start talking a mile a minute about the terrors of the hike – but they’ll be smiling.
Also we processed the six deer from yesterday’s drive today and I didn’t include a single dead deer or meat picture in this post.
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Many of you wondered why my cousin and I caught so many frogs this past summer. Well, I finally have an answer for you.
If you’ll remember, my cousin is mighty good at catching frogs. In fact my cousin is so good at frog catching that we discussed starting a frog hunting show, The Frog Whisperer, for him to star in.Audiences would be astounded by feats of frogginess like catching frogs without catching a mouthful of mud, catching more frogs than one would think is humanly possible and catching frogs out of midair.
But, despite these amazing skills, I think his real talent lies in the kitchen. Not only can this cousin of mine wallow in the muck and catch slimy amphibians, but he can then turn around, clean up, and whip out his gourmet chef skills.
It took him a bit to get around to cooking our catch from this summer but he finally was able to whip up this amazing frog soup!
What do you think, “Dinner With The Frog Whisperer,” would you watch it?
And the winner is:
Anyes from Far Away in the Sunshine!
Anyes will need to watch her mail box because on it’s way is a brand new paper back copy of Scotch on the Rocks by Lizzie Lamb, the print of the first line artwork by Bradley Corbett and a fun packet of extra goodies sent along by the author!
Lizzie Lamb writes humorous, contemporary romance, you can find her on her website, on Twitter and on Facebook. If you hop on over to any of those places you’ll see that it just so happens, that her books are on sale right now!
If she’s a new author to you, this is the perfect time to give her books a try.
I think they are just as good as birthday cake…
“Romance novels are birthday cake and life is often peanut butter and jelly. I think everyone should have lots of delicious romance novels lying around for those times when the peanut butter of life gets stuck to the roof of your mouth.”
– Janet Evanovitch
Why a birthday cake of a romance novel?
Well, because like birthday cake, you aren’t expecting nutrition from your romance novel. You don’t expect your latest romance or slice of birthday cake to make you a better person. And you don’t actually want much of a surprise. “Surprise – your birthday cake has nuts!” Is not something anyone wants to hear.
The comfort of predictability, reliable sweetness, a touch of decadence, and a great big pile of happy… that’s what makes both a good birthday cake and romance novel.
Scotch on the Rocks was a true birthday cake of a romance novel.
The woman is beautiful, but in a girl-next-door way: Yellow cake.
The man is gorgeous: Chocolate frosting.
And rich: Chocolate ganache frosting.
The banter between the two is witty: Two layers!
The steamy scenes are steamy without being raunchy: Extra big slice!
He, on occasion, wears a kilt: Frosting roses!
There is a super sassy parrot: Sparkler candle!
But then, of course, there is the terrible, everything has to fall apart so they can get back together section.
I hate that part.
It’s like when your husband pretends to steal all your frosting and then gives it back right at the last second. You’re pretty sure that since he hates frosting, he’s going to give it back but it’s always a relief when it’s back on your own plate. Just in case this is the time he changes his mind.
Sure, it adds some drama to the experience but I don’t actually want drama. I just want to eat my frosting and be happy. It was a relief that, while reading this birthday cake, frosting was merely scooped off my plate with a flourish before I received a wink and it was plopped right back on top!
Would I recommend it? Well… do you like cake?
Book at the Door winner was chosen using a random number generator from http://www.random.org
Artists of all kinds (Yes, you photographers and you who says you can’t draw and you who just wants to practice hand lettering and you who is selling paintings online and…all of you!) if you are interested in providing a small piece of work that includes a first sentence I would love to hear from you!
Authors, have I read your book and tagged it as a recommended read? Would you like to donate a hard copy? Let me know!
Book at the Door is taking a break for the month of December but will be back again in January!
I want to get gold stars again.
Little shiny stickers so the world knows I did something well.
Today I correctly answered this tricky question on the first try:
“Mom! What’s that other word for wrong?”
“Left,” is, of course, the answer.
I think I should get a gold star for that one.
A little shine during one of my typical slapdash, seat of my pants day of mothering to remind myself to stand taller.
I know lots of things!
…just not how much toilet paper we have or where the thingamabob is or who’s got gym class today or what we are going to eat for dinner…
But I know lots of other things and so do you!
I want to get little gold stars for them again.
(And no, we don’t teach our children that being left handed is wrong or evil or that that particular direction has anything to do with the devil. Geeze what do you take me for?!?)
It’s not just a blanket. It’s a roof, a cloak of invisibility and, most importantly, protection from the Little Grizzly Bear that was roaming the living room.
Time with cousins is always magic.
“I’m not going to bed… I’m going to suck your blood!”
She said it not me…