Wicked Books!

Huzzah, have found a new favourite author!

It`s been a while since I read a book and thought “Wow, I must have MORE!” and I have to admit I started to miss that feeling. Now usually I would condense my stories down over fears of boring my audience, but seeing as this is MY blog and everybody has the option to click away from this page if they so choose, im going with the long version.

Actually it’s not that long a story.

Basically amongst the masses of inane posts and useless bits of advertising I get on my Facebook news feed I saw a quiz from Bookbub entitled “which new book should you read?” So this was a quiz about BOOKS, and with the potential for buying a new book at the end of it . . . . I just had to take it.

So I waded through the handful of questions, and my book suggestion was . . . . `Wicked Charms by Janet Evanovich` ooooh! The title was enticing and I`d actually heard of the author too (I used to have a work colleague that got rather excited about pre-ordering her new releases) So I did a little research and discovered that ‘Wicked Charms’ is actually the third in a series.

I’ve made the mistake before of reading books out of sequence, I actually read the whole of Elizabeth Haydon’s ‘Prophecy’ really enjoyed it, then found out that it was the second book in a series and, as you can imagine, after reading the first book ‘Rhapsody some bits ofProphecy’ did make a lot more sense. Anyway, I digress.

So yes, I discovered that ‘Wicked Charms’ was the third in the series which was a little disappointing until upon looking at the rest of the series I found that ‘Wicked Appetite’ the first in the series was 99p to download to Kindle. Yippee! Now don’t get mad at me all you purists out there, I know you can’t beat the feel of a good paperback but there’s something exciting about having instant access to a book, and for that I do love my Kindle.

So downloaded ‘Wicked Appetite’ and instantly started reading . . . . and just kept on reading. This book had so many key points for me.

  • Set in Salem – I love books with a slight mystical aspect
  • Kooky and not quite with it main character. You know the kind of person, she may have a life that you wish you had but deep down she’s as confused and slightly crazy as the rest of us.
  • even kookier side characters. The nuts and slightly quirky side kicks. better known as ‘the comic relief’
  • lots of madcap antics.
  • a potential love interest that the main character ISN’T fawning over for most of the book

I wont ruin it for anybody and spoil the plot, but this book had me chuckling to myself quite a lot, and if this is that standard of work Janet Evanovich usually kicks out she’s got a keen follower in me now.


The times they are a changing

Have you ever looked back at something you’ve written and either wondered “Who is that person?” or possibly like me “What happened to that person?” I know they say we do change as we grow older, but some things I’ve been looking at are from as little as 5 years ago. Can a person really change that much in such little time, and is it possible to get back to who you once were, or is that the point of growth, there is no going back?

Through the power of ‘Timehop’, a time travelling Apple app that shows you what you posted on facebook on the same date in previous years, I’ve been reading a lot about who I once was, well the last 7 years of who I once was at least. Now whilst i’m glad that a certain part of me has moved on (the part that stayed out partying til 4 in the morning had a couple of hours sleep then went to work, knackered and a little hungover) I do miss certain other things and wonder where they went, or if they’ll ever come back. This part of me is particularly apparent in things I used to write, I was quite articulate and word creative, and as my mother used to say “She never uses just one word where ten will do”

This past me always carried a notebook in her pocket and would frequently scribble down thoughts and ideas even in the middle of work. I even have shoeboxes filled with old notebooks. The current me still does carry a notebook, but mostly for working out what we’ve spent, reminding me to do things I know i’ll forget, or making a note on who’s been toileted (that last ones for work, that’s not a general day to day musing) And the amount of notebooks I’ve used in the last 5 years couldn’t fill a matchbox let alone a shoebox. (ridiculous comparison I know but THIS IS WHAT I MEAN!!)

I don’t know what to call that part of me that’s lost, it’s not my creativity I still have that in abundance, although mostly in physical crafts now.

Is it just a simple case of ‘use it or lose it’? Five years ago I had my dream job at Waterstones, became reaquainted with a very good friend, we started seeing each other and shortly thereafter moved in together and got married. Did I reach the pinnacle of my bliss at that point and just stop trying? To quote the eagles “Did she get tired or did she just get lazy” Did I become the human equivalent of a contented house cat? I no longer hunted for my words, I just lay back and waited for the words to come to me.

Maybe it’s my inspiration that I’ve lost, my muse. Maybe she’s not even lost, maybe even as I write this is she sitting in the back of my mind giggling to herself, thinking ‘just a little longer’ lOST