Quiet by Susan Cain

Oh my gosh, I loved this book so much, I didn’t want to quit reading it. I just had big pink and purple hearts floating around the whole time. Suddenly, so much about my life made sense! Like, why most of it has been so uncomfortable. It’s because I am an introvert in a world that encourages extroversion. Who knew!

By the end of this book, I felt okay with the fact that I hate going out to dinner on Mother’s Day (also known as amateur hour) because of the hordes of people all out doing the same thing. I’m okay with not ever wanting to host dinner parties, or any parties, really. Or actually, ever have anyone over to my house. It’s me, not you.

And boy howdy, do I feel lucky that Mr. Bookmark My Heart is also an introvert. If he wanted to go and do and have-people-over, I would crawl in a hole. I dated a guy like that once. He said I was boring.

So, Thank You Susan Cain, for helping me see that it is okay to be the one at the back of the room looking for the quick exit from the meet-and-greet social hour. And for helping me see the world from the eyes of my poor, lonely, extrovert daughter – the only one in the house.

Le Grrr.

So for all of you actually reading this blog, Congratulations!!! Here I was blithely blogging away, and wondering why no one was commenting. When all the time, no one could read the thing. A hacker had re-routed everyone to a sweepstakes site. Well, hopefully we’ve got it taken care of. Read on!

The Novel Bookstore by Laurence Cosse

A Novel Bookstore was so completely amazing and fantastic, I can’t even begin to describe… Okay I’ll try.

So at the beginning, it’s a little crazy because these 3 completely unrelated people have some weird stuff happen to them and I was all like WHUH? but then, it all started to come together and the whole thing just took off. The three people are actually all members of a secret committee. But no one knows how the attackers know that they are on this committee. So the people in charge of the committee go to the police and then the whole story comes out. And it’s a doozy.

These two dreamers decided to open their dream bookstore, with only their favorite kinds of books in it. Only novels. Only good novels. Now, let’s stop right there for a second. What would your dream bookstore have in it? Well, for one, mine would have more than just novels, because I like non-fiction, too, but hey. Whatevs. I thought about this while I was reading this book and I realized that any bookstore can be my dream bookstore. If it has books in it that I dislike, I ignore them. It’s like they aren’t there. I only pick up the ones I’m interested in. As far as I’m concerned the store only has “good books”. And if it doesn’t have what I’m looking for, I’m sure they will order it, just like the store in the book.

Anyway, back to the book. Luckily, one of the dreamers in the book comes equipped with a large inheritance she is willing to spend on opening the store. This being France, the store is a HYOOGE success. But within 6 months, someone is raining on their parade. Who? Why? What the Heck?

Being a French novel, it isn’t all sunshine and roses all the way through, but it is a fantastic book and I absolutely LURVED it!!

I am driving myself nuts!

I originally had all these good intentions to be all virtuous and stuff and, like, actually read the books on my to-read list. Because now that I’m on Goodreads, I actually have a legitimate list. As you might already know, because of that self-challenge-wot-I-did. Anywhosit. My list now has over 200 books on it. FOR REALS!!

So, I had planned to get real and start reading from the top of the list. Well, I read a few and then I got side-tracked by new books coming in at the library (Shiny!) and all these fabulous other books keep catching my eye, and I’m reading my butt off (not that you can tell by looking at my butt) but my to-read list is not dwindling. If anything, it’s growing!!!

What’s a girl to do?! Does this happen to anyone else?

Third Grave Dead Ahead by Darynda Jones

Howdy folks.  I’ve sure missed you all.  Things have changed a lot and I hope to be around here a little bit more.  We have decided to start homeschooling my 11-year-old.  This means I will be spending my days at home instead of in the car.  I hope this means you will get to hear more of my opinions on what I have been reading.  I assure you I have been reading.

Most recently, I have been reading Third Grave Dead Ahead by Darynda Jones.  Now, if you are not familiar with this series, may I suggest that you run right out and acquire First Grave on the Right, which is the first one.  Being the cover slut that I am, I was first captivated by the shoes the cover model is wearing on the first book.  Skull flip flops!  Where can I get some?!  The shoes on the second book cover (Second Grave on the Left) are equally drool-worthy.  But I love the shoes on this one.  High top Chuckie T-s!  I love me some Chuck Taylors.

Okay, so the actual book.  Charlie Davidson is the Grim Reaper.  But not like you think of the Grim Reaper.  She doesn’t go around looking for people to kill off.  She waits for dead people to come to her and to decide to cross through her to the other side.  But for her day job she’s a private investigator.  Which is good since she can ask dead people who killed them.  Also, she can sense living people’s emotions. She is also a smartass.  Which makes for sensational comedy, which causes people in the vicinity of me reading this book to go, “What’s so funny?”, cause I usually read such sober boring stuff.  Yeah.  Right.

Nathan Yost’s wife is missing and he wants to hire Charlie to find her, only Charlie doesn’t think he really cares if she’s found.  But the wife’s sister and brother definitely want her found.  Also, Charlie’s lifelong supernatural savior (AKA Reyes Farrow, AKA Son of Satan) who is really (reallyreallyreallyreally) ticked at her for binding him in his body (see Second Grave on the Left) wants to “talk” could she come see him at the prison he’s been in since he was convicted of murdering his abusive father 10 years ago.

I recommend starting with the first book.  Seriously.  They don’t take long to read because you can’t stop.  It’s like crack-literature.  (Hey a new display idea for the library!)  They are super sexy and funny and sassy and did I say hysterical?