What I’ve been reading…
Okay, so I’ve had a break away, and surprising only read four books! One of which I started while camping and finished this morning. I’
m blaming the weather and Cyclone Funa for the lack of reading because this year we had very little beach time. Here’s an aerial view of the little beach beside the campsite where we stayed. Normally it’s a very safe beach with soft rolling waves but this year, with Funa bearing down on NZ, the waves were real dumpers and there were two rips to catch out the unwary.
Anyway, with little time to lay around in the sunshine I did manage to read the following books:
Kay Hooper’s, Sleeping With Fear. I’ve been waiting ages to read this book and for some reason found this particular story harder to get into than her previous books/series. I love the Bishop Special Crime Unit stories and particularly the skills of the members of the team. Finding out that Riley had under very weird circumstances been stripped of her skills was a bit disconcerting for me. That said, I really enjoyed the outcome of the book. It was one that I hadn’t been able to pick from the start and I always love it when an author keeps me guessing. 
Mary Balogh’s, Web of Love. This was the first Mary Balogh I’ve read and I have to say I’m not a great historical fan. Ms Balogh does a great job of setting scene and character in her writing and gave me a new appreciation of the hardships of the women who travelled with their men in wartime on the Continent. Personally, I found the Hero a little too Beta for my tastes, but overall the story still left me with that feel good of a wonderful happy ending after a series of trials.
Jane Porter’s, Flirting with Forty. I absolutely loved this book. Again, it was a type of story I haven’t read alot of, being first person and women’s fiction, but it wasn’t long before I was thoroughly entrenched in the character’s lives, loves and losses. It also made me wonder if I haven’t been guilty of the same type of exclusionary behaviour towards friends who have separated/divorced amongst our group. It’s never easy to look at yourself and question your behaviour but Ms Porter certainly raised some questions in my mind. I’ve got her Odd Mom Out in my tbr pile and I’m really looking forward to it.
Nora Roberts’, Blood Brothers. I have never read a Roberts book that I didn’t like. Some I’ve liked a heck of a lot more than others (Angels Fall being one of those) and this book falls very firmly in that top category. I eagerly await the next instalment in this trilogy. There’s something so helpless about knowing there’s a rising evil that is gathering its strength from the past and that it is set to wreak its wrath on those both suspecting and unsuspecting. Bring it on!
In closing for this blog I have to skite about my own Alpha Male. How many men can go fishing catch a good feed of snapper for dinner AND manage to lasso a massive crayfish from the sea bed. Lasso, you ask? I kid you not! AM’s fishing line had looped around the waist of the crayfish and the hook had latched itself back on the line, effectively lassoing the cray. As the AM was bringing the line up he was apparently cursing a blue streak about having hooked some sea weed…until his line broke the water and on the end of it was this big guy. Needless to say we thanked the big guy and the powers of the sea that saw him make a meal for about six or seven seafood lovers that afternoon. In all that dreck and bad weather that was Cyclone Funa we still didn’t do too bad.
