• Sports, anyone …

    So the French Open tennis tournament starts this weekend. I know it’s weird, but I really like to watch tennis. It’s one of the purest sports out there, with two people facing off over a net. Man to man, woman to woman. Plus, it’s great to nap to, which I’ll probably be doing a little of this Memorial Day weekend. :scooby:

    It’s also a big weekend for Formula One racing, with the Grand Prix being held in Monaco. Wheezley, the significant other, is a big F1 fan (his cat is even named McLaren, after the racing team), so I’ve become a casual follower of the sport.

    All the good stuff on television this weekend almost makes me forget that it’s another three months until football starts again. Almost. 😎

    What about you? Got big plans for the holiday weekend?

  • 876 and counting …

    Finished The 47th Samurai by Stephen Hunter. This book is part of Hunter’s saga about the Swagger family from Arkansas, including Earl (the World War II hero dad) and Bob Lee (his son and a Vietnam-era sniper).

    This book focuses on Bob Lee, who’s now in his sixties and has retired to Idaho where he’s building a house for his wife. One day, a Japanese man, Philip Yano, shows up on Bob Lee’s land asking about a sword that Bob’s father, Earl, might have brought back from from Iwo Jima. Bob Lee eventually tracks down the sword and returns it to Yano in Japan — but soon after, Yano and his family are brutually murdered. So Bob Lee goes all samurai and returns to Japan, determined to track down the sword and kill the men who murdered Yano and his family.

    Samurai follows a predictable thriller formula, as Bob Lee bcomes a one-man killing machine roaming through Japan. Nothing wrong with that, but I expected a few more twists than I got (although there is one character whose motivations came as a complete surprise at the end).

    Hunter gives the reader a lot of info about Japan, swords, and the samurai tradition. You can tell he did extensive research (and I also know because I work with his daugther, who mentioned it to me). If you like swords or want to learn more about the samurai tradition, this book contains a wealth of information about both. 

    But one thing that drove me crazy was the dialogue. Hunter doesn’t put any tags in his dialogue (like “Bob said”), so it was hard to tell who was speaking. A couple of times, I had to go back up and count down the lines to see who was talking. Very annoying. Also, Bob Lee’s speech was a little more aw-shucks and country than I remember from previous books.

    Samurai isn’t the best Bob Lee book. (That would be the first book, Point of Impact, a truly great thriller read.) But even a lesser Bob Lee book is better than most. So thumbs up.

    Up next: Night Life by Caitlin Kittredge.

  • 875 and counting …

    Finished Dead Man Rising by Lilith Saintcrow. This is the second in Saintcrow’s urban fantasy series about Dante Valentine, a nercomance who raises people from the dead. Be warned: there are some spoilers ahead.

    In this one, Danny’s mourning the loss of her demon lover Japhrimel (from book one, Working for the Devil). But she doesn’t have time to grieve long. Her friend Gabe asks Danny to help her with a series of brutal murders, all of which lead back to Rigger Hall, the school where Danny and other students were horribly abused as children.

    This book was quite a bit darker than the first one, much more so than I expected. Poor Danny’s about to snap from grief over losing Japhrimel already, and then she has to confront the horrors of her childhood. Not a light read at all. 

    Still, Danny is a very likable character as she tries to work through her grief and adjust to her new demon-enhanced body. She gets a little whiny toward the end of the book, but she does have a lot to deal with. And once again, I enjoyed Saintcrow’s blend of magic and technology. (Plus, there was a glossary of terms in this book. Yeah!)

    But overall, I didn’t enjoy this one quite as much as the first book for one reason — Japhrimel. Although Dante thinks about him constantly, the demon doesn’t show up until the last few chapters of the book. His appearance reminded me just how much I liked him in the first book — and how this book suffers from his absense. (Jace is just not a good substitute for the demon, which Dante and the reader quickly realize.)

    But I get that Japhrimel’s resurrection was part of the climax and not the middle arc of the story. Still, if you’re a Japh fan like me, this book ends much better than the first one. 😎

    Overall, if you’re looking for a dark urban fantasy read, give Dead Man Rising and the rest of the Dante Valentine series a try. Thumbs up.

    Up next: The 47th Samurai by Stephen Hunter.

  • Adventures in gift giving …

    So it’s finally started to happen — my friends are having babies. Nick and Chelsea, and Amy and Alex are both having baby girls over the next few weeks. So this weekend, I went to Target to get baby shower gifts for the expectant couples.

    Oh my.

    First of all, it took me a while to find the stuff they were registered for because for some reason, the baby stuff aisles are labeled Q (at least they are supposed to be, I never saw a Q sign), while all the other aisles are labeled A through G or something like that. Something alphabetical that makes sense. What Q has to do with babies, I have no idea.

    And it didn’t get any easier after I found the stuff my friends had registered for. Body pillows and breast pumps and other things I didn’t even recognize, but that look like torture devices from the Middle Ages. Seriously, I have no idea what a Diaper Genie is, but I bought refills for it, even though they look like expensive rolls of duct tape. And this musical, light-up toy thingie that will probably drive N&C crazy. :joker:

    I felt like Alice in Wonderland trying to navigate through this strange and curious world my friends have entered into. Maybe I should have bought a Glo-Worm and seen if he could give me some mushrooms to eat, like the caterpillar in the Disney movie. Things might have made more sense then. 😮

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    Words of the week …

    There was an interesting post over at Fangs, Fur, and Fey this week talking about authors who blog and how much of their work they share online. One person commented that she likes to see a sentence or two from daily writing. I thought this was a cool idea and thought I would share a paragraph I’ve written this week.

    This is from Assassin 2. I’m currently working on the second draft of the book, really getting into the story and adding all the description, etc. Anyway, here’s a paragraph about one of the bad guys, a defense lawyer. Enjoy!

    At first glance, Jonah McAllister looked like any other man in the room. Classic tuxedo, white shirt, diamond cufflinks, polished wingtips. His gunmetal gray hair was parted on the side, with a thick doowop that curled up, down, and around his forehead like a scoop of vanilla soft serve. Although he had to be pushing fifty, Jonah had the face of a much younger man — smooth, clean-shaven, free of wrinkles, even around the corners of his brown eyes. My guess? Botox and the finest Air elemental facials and skin treatments his retainers could buy. Still, for all his youthful vigor, Jonah McAllister radiated aw-shucks charm the way a snake-oil salesman might. Shake his hand, and you’d be wiping the grease off yours for the next ten minutes. And wondering where the hell your wallet went.

    If you guys like these sort of mini-excerpts, I might share more as I go deeper into the book. Let me know in the comments.

    Have a great weekend! :ww: