Doctor Sleep: A Novel by Stephen King … a review by Emma Jameson

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So first … a caveat. I almost never write book reviews. Think about it. As a novelist, when I write a review, that review arrives with a certain amount of baggage. And the questions that might crop up, as the review-train puffs into the station, can be excused as only human. Why did I write it? Am I propping up a friend? Dissing a competitor? Discharging some shadowy obligation?

So on this blog I feature new releases, and I mention them, and if the author is a personal friend, I mention that, too. But this is different. It’s a review from me, and suffice it to say, I am not blessed to call Stephen King a personal friend.

Having said that … for the last thirty years, you might say Danny Torrance has been a personal friend.

I read THE SHINING for the first time when I was 14. I…

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While I’m not writing about Mrs Crane, per se, she wlll be mentioned…

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March is National Women’s History Month, with this year’s emphasis on celebrating women in science and technology. I’d like to draw attention to a very controversial and colorful woman: the nation’s first war correspondent: Cora Crane, a true rebel of her time.

Born in Boston in 1865, the young Cora enjoyed all the amenities of a well-educated Bostonian. She had the habit of either marrying men who were successful or had been born to money. Her first husband, a federal collector for the Port of New York, was a gunrunner and gambling-house operator. She married husband number two, Captain Donald William Stewart, the son of Sir Donald Martin, the Commander in Chief of India for Queen Victoria, and set up house in England and partied in London. When the Captain had been promoted to command operations in the War of the Golden Stool (don’t you love the name), his…

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I know

I am a terrible blogger. I don’t say much, and usually it has to do with my only published work. 

Well, that’s not going to change this time.

I received a review on Goodreads that left me smiling and happy all day, yesterday. I have to share it, as I think Tiya Rosa just coined my genre.

02/17 Tiya Rosa gave 5 stars to: The Red King by Rosemary O’Malley 
bookshelves: fave-couple-or-threesome, hurt-comfort, m-m, favorites 
status: Read in February, 2013 

This was a delicious combination of chin hands and porn. Kind of like the literary equivalent of someone quoting Shakespeare to you while they take you from behind, holding your hair for leverage and roughly slamming away. You want to go “awww shucks” and “fuck yeah” all at the same time.

This was an intense, comparatively long read about Rory, his campaign for vengeance against his childhood tormentor and all around jackass, Maarten, and his salvation of and by the beautiful Andrew. 

O’Malley created a vivid world and such compelling characters that as long as the read was, it didn’t feel dragging at all. The MCs had chemistry in spades, the dialogues felt authentic, and the supporting characters were each realized that you could tell one from another.

This is the author’s first solo writing work, and it was brilliant, romantic, and sexy. Can’t wait for what she dishes out next.

Chin hands and porn?!?! That’s brilliant. Perfect. I love it so much, especially with her description of the term right after…gah, so much love. 

I know a lot of writers don’t read their reviews. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I would have never seen that I I hadn’t!

The Red King on Goodreads is here, and Tiya Rosa has fabulous reviews all over the place!

Theo Fenraven

734574_10151334099960155_1449830097_nWARNING: This blog entry is bound to piss some of you off. I ain’t apologizing. If we don’t start speaking out, religion will never go away. If you’re a believer, you’ve been brainwashed, honey. But it’s never too late to start thinking again.

Someone on G+ asked me today what keeps me from killing and stealing. She thought me being an atheist meant I had somehow exempted myself from the social contract we all abide by.

Atheism-isn´t-a-religion.-Its-a-personal-relationship-with-realityThis is not the first time someone has wondered how I keep from doing wrong without the fear of some deity keeping me in line.

My first reaction is always amazement. I mean, my parents raised me right. They taught me what was acceptable behavior and what wasn’t. Isn’t that what parents are supposed to do? Their teachings were amplified and 536940_10151379993380155_663154122_nunderscored by the behavior of those around me. It doesn’t take a genius…

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