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Posted on 25 June 2011 by Flisha

Men in tailcoats and riding boots, women wearing gowns and brooches, Jane Austen’s world was full of beauty, charm and simplicity. I wish I had lived in her world. :)

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” Ring a bell? It is the most popular opening line to a book ever, and is written by Jane Austen, for Pride and Prejudice.

I recently bought a book called 101 Things You Didn’t Know About Jane Austen. I found it in National Bookstore, at a discounted price of P75 (love that store!) and it’s been fun just rifling through the pages of Jane’s life and comparing it to the lives of her heroines. For example, Jane, had her own romance (albeit brief) with Tom Lefroy.

In a letter to her sister Cassandra, she wrote about him:

Mr Tom Lefroy’s birthday was yesterday, so that you are very near of an age… You scold me so much in the nice long letter which I have this moment received from you, that I am almost afraid to tell you how m Irish friend and I behaved. Imagine to yourself everythign most profligate and shocking in the way of dancing and sitting down together.

Sounds like she had a blast flirting with him. :) Of course, if you’ve watched Becoming Jane (starring James McAvoy and Anne Hathaway), you know the story didn’t end well. Unfortunately, even though Tom and Jane were attracted to each other, they didn’t have much money between themselves to establish a marriage.

I guess life back then wasn’t without its perils. Still, it would be wonderful to be able to spend at least one year in Jane’s shoes. Makes you wish time travel was possible, eh?


Sweet Valley Confidential


Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Later [OMG]

Posted on 29 March 2011 by Flisha

I just wanted to let you all know that it is OUT!! [amazon_link id=”0312667574″ target=”_blank” ]Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Later[/amazon_link] is out!

Sweet Valley Confidential

[amazon_link id=”0312667574″ target=”_blank” ]Sweet Valley Confidential: Ten Years Later[/amazon_link] is available from Amazon in Hardcover at $11.87.

Here are the product details.
Hardcover: 304 pages
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press (March 29, 2011)
Language: English
Product Dimensions: 8.4 x 5.4 x 1.4 inches
Shipping Weight: 14.4 ounces
Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #170 in Books
#16 in Books > Literature & Fiction > United States > General

I wonder if National Bookstore or Powerbooks will stock this. Because I am definitely BUYING!!! :) Liz, Jess, let’s have a reunion. :) :) :)



[Movie Watch] Something Borrowed

Posted on 20 February 2011 by Flisha

Yay! A romance novel that isn’t written by the chauvinist that is Nicholas Sparks turned into a movie! How rare! :) Here is the trailer for [amazon_link id=”0312321198″ target=”_blank” ]Something Borrowed[/amazon_link], based on a book by the same name authored by Emily Giffin.

I read this a few years ago. It’s still in my phone, and it was one of those fun ones, like the [amazon_link id=”0061340243″ target=”_blank” ]Meg Cabot[/amazon_link] and [amazon_link id=”0385342039″ target=”_blank” ]Sophie Kinsella[/amazon_link] books, which aren’t too mushy and contain quite a good deal of comedy. I don’t remember the plot so much anymore, but judging from the trailer it’s obvious Ginnifer will end up with John, right? I like Ginnifer Goodwin and John Krasinki, and I love watching Kate Hudson as the bitchy best friend (not so much when she’s the leading lady). So I am looking forward to this movie. :)

The rest of Emily’s books are just as good. If you’re interested, check out these titles:

[amazon_link id=”0312321198″ target=”_blank” ]Something Borrowed[/amazon_link]
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[amazon_link id=”0312323867″ target=”_blank” ]Something Blue[/amazon_link]
[amazon_image id=”0312323867″ link=”true” target=”_blank” size=”medium” ]Something Blue[/amazon_image]

[amazon_link id=”B001GTFCG6″ target=”_blank” ]Baby Proof[/amazon_link]
[amazon_image id=”B001GTFCG6″ link=”true” target=”_blank” size=”medium” ]Baby Proof[/amazon_image]

[amazon_link id=”0312348665″ target=”_blank” ]Love the One You’re With[/amazon_link]
[amazon_image id=”0312348665″ link=”true” target=”_blank” size=”medium” ]Love the One You’re With[/amazon_image]


Finally, that Mockingjay review

Posted on 02 September 2010 by Gim

I’ve been meaning to write about the third installment of one of my most favorite series (second only after Harry Potter) but life kept on intruding. Exams to take, readings (real life readings. Read: How to treat cancer), faucets to fix, and students to give lectures to all created a buzz that just kept me from blogging about Mockingjay.

Finally, I’m all settled in and ready to talk about Suzanne Collins’ third book in the Hunger Games trilogy. How did I feel? Well, let’s see.

Although I really liked the happy ending, there were times that I found it too dragging. Especially the part where Katniss was in limbo in District 13, feeling all helpless and useless. Well, she *was* useless during that part. All I wanted to do was shake her up from her trance and yell at her that hey, you used to be cool. You used to be a freaking tribute for crying out loud! Do something!

I kept on hoping that she’d somehow silently sneak out of district 13 while no one was watching and go get Peeta herself. Instead, Suzanne had other people do what Katniss should’ve done while Katniss herself moped about at the rebel’s camp.

Then there was the part where she was used a s the ‘face’ of the rebellion- not allowed to do anything dangerous as she’s too valuable to the cause.

Come on, Suzanne, what the hell happened to all that bad-assery that characterized the first two novels? Why o why have you turned this hot, ferocious woman into a, a teenage girl lovesick and googoo eyed over her man who also by the way, USED to be a bad-ass himself?

And speaking of Peeta, why the hell did he have to be turned into a muttation??? That I just cannot dig.

I guess Suzanne was giving in to pressure from her publishers that she try and capture the market of teenage girls all gooey eyed over that uber-pale and freakish monstrosity Stephanie Meyer concocted. I really hope this isn’t the case. I refuse to believe it for one second.

There. I’ve said it. Although it hurt, I’ve said out loud how I felt about those agonizing moments in the book. But still. Despite its shortcomings, the ending more or less made up for it.


Sweet Valley Confidential Ten Years Later

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Sweet Valley Confidential [Download]

Posted on 26 July 2010 by Flisha

Sweet Valley Confidential Ten Years LaterRemember Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield? Steven and Lila and Enid and Bruce and Todd and Jeffrey and… SWEET VALLEY HIGH?!? Remember? :)

If you do, I’d say you’re in your late twenties, or maybe even early thirties. You grew up in the 80’s, you’re a girl, you’re fantastically sensible like Elizabeth, and cute and fun like Jessica and you most probably owned/read all of the Sweet Valley series – Sweet Valley High, Sweet Valley Twins, Sweet Valley Kids, Sweet Valley University and you probably even watched the short-lived series on TV starring Brittany and Cynthia Daniel. :)

Actually, I stopped reading around the time Sweet Valley University began… it just was never the same for me when Elizabeth left perfect handsome Jeffrey and took back selfish, arrogant and insufferable Todd. :(

Sweet Valley High brings back so many fond memories. :) I remember my elementary years in the library and discovering these amazing books. I used to max out the limit of books I could borrow in a day and I’d devour the stories at home. And when I realized the library had ran out of the later books, I’d save up all my allowance – AND I would even wash my dad’s car every morning for ten pesos a day just to get 50 at the end of the week. Then on the weekend my dad would bring me to Golden Bell – our local bookstore – and I’d buy one Sweet Valley High book. :) Those were the days when paperback novels cost only Php50.

It was the first time in my life I ever saved up to buy something. :) At the end of my high school years, I had shelves lined up with Sweet Valley High books. Later my sister Patricia would read them, then much later on my youngest sister Melisse. Now they’re all packed up in boxes and ready to be donated… I don’t know if my mom actually donated them already. But though it was really hard for me to part with them — especially my most favorite cover ever, the one with Jeffrey on the cover; or my most favorite book ever, the one with both Jess and Liz on the cover staring daggers at each other because they were fighting over the same boy Jeffrey (Jess, for Lila; Liz, for Enid) — I knew that it would be a travesty if the books lay gathering dust and weren’t enjoyed by other coming-of-age girlies.

Anyway, enough background. :) If you get me going on SVH, I never stop. :)

The point is – you thought SVH was over? You’re wrong. Because now there’s Sweet Valley Confidential! And guess, what?? The girls are all grown up just like us!!!

Fast forward ten years later (actually if they were to be honest, it’s definitely more like twelve, because they were 18 when I was 16, heh). They’re both 27 years old, single Liz is a hotshot reporter in NYC while Jess is a soon-to-be divorceé – and the girls are NOT talking to one another! Oooh, I wonder what sort of drama they’re up to now!

I’m definitely going to be watching out for this series! Though I hope it’s going to be a lot edgier. After all, we’re all adults now. :) And… don’t string us forever, Francine Pascal. Maybe a trilogy would be enough, yeah? ( I don’t think I’m up for another SVH collection, sorry.)

You can download the first chapter of Sweet Valley Confidential here and you can even follow the book on Twitter here.

Excited, excited! :) Comes out March 29, 2011. Mark your calendars! :) :) :)


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Dead in the Family Chapter One

Posted on 24 December 2009 by Flisha

You can download a copy of Charlaine Harris’ Dead in the Family chapter one here. Dead in the Family is the latest book in the Southern Vampire Mysteries series, also known as the Sookie Stackhouse novels.

Or you can start reading the entire chapter right here. :)

by Charlaine Harris

March – The First Week

“I feel bad that I’m leaving you like this,” Amelia said. Her eyes were puffy and red. They’d been that way, off and on, ever since Tray Dawson’s funeral.

“You have to do what you have to do,” I said, giving her a very bright smile. I could read the guilt and shame and ever-present grief roiling around Amelia’s mind in a ball of darkness. “I’m lots better,” I reassured her. I could hear myself babbling cheerfully along, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “I’m walking okay, and the holes are all filled in. See how much better?” I pulled down my jeans waistband to show her a spot that had been bitten out. The teeth marks were hardly perceptible, though the skin wasn’t quite smooth and was visibly paler than the surrounding flesh. If I hadn’t had a huge dose of vampire blood, the scar would’ve looked like a shark had bitten me.

Amelia glanced down and hastily away, as if she couldn’t bear to see the evidence of the attack. “It’s just that Octavia keeps emailing me and telling me I need to come home and accept my judgment from the witches’ council, or what’s left of it,” she said in a rush. “And I need to check all the repairs to my house. And since there are a few tourists again, and people returning and rebuilding, the magic store’s reopened. I can work there part time. Plus, as much as I love you and I love living here, since Tray died . . . .”

“Believe me, I understand.” We’d gone over this a few times.

“It’s not that I blame you,” Amelia said, trying to catch my eyes.

She really didn’t blame me. Since I could read her mind, I knew she was telling me the truth.

Even I didn’t totally blame myself, somewhat to my surprise.

It was true that Tray Dawson, Amelia’s lover and a Were, had been killed while he’d been acting as my bodyguard. It was true that I’d requested a bodyguard from the Were pack nearest me because they owed me a favor and my life needed guarding. However, I’d been present at the death of Tray Dawson at the hands of a sword-wielding fairy, and I knew who was responsible.

So I didn’t feel guilty, exactly. But I felt heartsick about losing Tray, on top of all the other horrors. My cousin Claudine, a full-blooded fairy, had also died in the Fae War, and since she’d been my real, true fairy godmother, I missed her in a lot of ways. And she’d been pregnant.

I had a lot of pain and regret of all kinds, physical and mental. While Amelia carried an armful of clothes downstairs, I stood in her bedroom, gathering myself. Then I braced my shoulders and lifted a box of bathroom odds and ends. I descended the stairs carefully and slowly, and I made my way out to her car. She turned from depositing the clothes across the boxes already stowed in her trunk. “You shouldn’t be doing that!” she said, all anxious concern. “You’re not healed yet.”

“I’m fine.”

“Not hardly. You always jump when someone comes into the room and surprises you, and I can tell your wrists hurt,” she said. She grabbed the box and slid it into the back seat. “You still favor that left leg, and you still ache when it rains. Despite all that vamp blood.”

“The jumpiness’ll get better. As time passes, it won’t be so fresh and at the front of my mind,” I told Amelia. (If telepathy had taught me anything, it was that people could bury the most serious and painful of memories, if you gave them enough time and distraction). “The blood is not just any vampire’s. It’s Eric’s blood. It’s strong stuff. And my wrists are a lot better.” I didn’t mention that the nerves were jumping around in them like hot snakes just at this moment a result of their having been tied together tightly for several hours. Dr. Ludwig, physician to the supernatural, had told me the nerves — and the wrists — would be back to normal — eventually.

“Yeah, speaking of the blood.” Amelia took a deep breath and steeled herself to say something she knew I wouldn’t like. Since I heard it before she actually voiced it, I was able to brace myself. “Had you thought about . . . Sookie, you didn’t ask me, but I think you better not have any more of Eric’s blood. I mean, I know he’s your man, but you got to think about the consequences. Sometimes people get flipped by accident. It’s not like it’s a math equation.”

Though I appreciated Amelia’s concern, she’d trespassed into private territory. “We don’t swap,” I said. Much. “He just has a sip from me at, you know . . . the happy moment.” These days Eric was having a lot more happy moments than I was, sadly. I kept hoping the bedroom magic would return; if any male could perform sexual healing, that male would be Eric.

Amelia smiled, which was what I’d been aiming for. “At least . . .” She turned away without finishing the sentence, but she was thinking, At least you feel like having sex.

I didn’t so much feel like having sex as I felt like I ought to keep trying to enjoy it, but I definitely didn’t want to discuss that. My ability to cast aside control, which is the key to good sex, had been pinched out of existence during the torture. I’d been absolutely helpless. I could only hope that I’d recover in that area, too. I knew Eric could feel my lack of completion. He’d asked me several times if I was sure I wanted to engage in sex. Nearly every time, I said yes, operating on the bicycle theory. Yes, I’d fallen off. But I was always willing to try to ride it again.

“So, how’s the relationship doing?” she said. “Aside from the whoopee.” Every last thing was in Amelia’s car. She was stalling, dreading the moment when she actually got into her car and drove away.

It was only pride that was keeping me from bawling all over her.

“I think we’re getting along pretty well,” I said with a great effort at sounding cheerful. “I’m still not sure what I feel as opposed to what the bond is making me feel.” It was kind of nice to be able to talk about my supernatural connection to Eric, as well as my regular old man-woman attraction. Even before my injuries during the Fae War, Eric and I had established what the vampires called a blood bond, since we’d exchanged blood several times. I could sense Eric’s general location and his mood, and he could feel the same things about me. He was always faintly present in the back of my mind – sort of like turning on a fan or an air filter to provide a little buzz of noise that would help you get to sleep. (It was good for me that Eric slept all day, because I could be by myself at least part of the time. Maybe he felt the same way after I went to bed at night?) It wasn’t like I heard voices in my head or anything — at least not more than usual. But if I felt happy, I had to check to make sure it was me and not Eric who felt happy. Likewise for anger; Eric was big on anger, controlled and carefully banked anger, especially lately. Maybe he was getting that from me. I was pretty full of anger myself these days.

I’d forgotten all about Amelia. I’d stepped right into my own trough of depression.

She snapped me out of it. “That’s just a big fat excuse,” she said tartly. “Come on, Sookie. You love him, or you don’t. Don’t keep putting off thinking about it by blaming everything on your bond. Wah, wah, wah. If you hate the bond so much, why haven’t you explored how you can get free of it?” She took in the expression on my face, and the irritation faded out of her own. “Do you want me to ask Octavia?” she asked in milder voice. “If anyone would know, she would.”

“Yes, I’d like to find out,” I said, after a moment. I took a deep breath. “You’re right, I guess. I’ve been so depressed I’ve put off making any decisions, or acting on the ones I’d already made. Eric’s one of a kind. But I find him . . . a little overwhelming.” He was a strong personality, and he was used to being the big fish in the pond. He also knew he had infinite time ahead of him.

I did not.

He hadn’t brought that up yet, but sooner or later, he would.

“Overwhelming or not, I love him,” I continued. I’d never said it out loud. “And I guess that’s the bottom line.”

“I guess it is.” Amelia tried to smile at me, but it was a woeful attempt. “Listen, you keep that up, the self-knowledge thing.” She stood for a moment, her expression frozen into the half smile. “Well, Sook, I better get on the road. My dad’s expecting me. He’ll be all up in my business the minute I get back to New Orleans.”

Amelia’s dad was rich, powerful, and had no belief in Amelia’s power at all. He was very wrong not to respect her witchcraft. Amelia had been born with the potential for the power in her, as every true witch is. Once Amelia had some more training and discipline, she was going to be really scary – scary on purpose, rather than because of the drastic nature of her mistakes. I hoped her mentor, Octavia, had a program in place to develop and train Amelia’s talent.

After I waved Amelia down the driveway, the broad smile dropped from my face. I sat on the porch steps and cried. It didn’t take much for me to be in tears these days, and my friend’s departure was just the trigger now. There was so much to weep about.

My sister-in-law Crystal had been murdered. My brother’s friend Mel had been executed. Tray and Claudine and Clancy the vampire had been killed in the line of duty. Since Crystal, like Claudine, had been pregnant, that added two more deaths to the list.

Probably that should have made me long for peace above all else. But instead of turning into the Bon Temps Gandhi, in my heart I held the knowledge that there were plenty of people I wanted dead. I wasn’t directly responsible for most of the deaths that were scattered in my wake, but I was haunted by the feeling that none of them would have happened if it weren’t for me. In my darkest moments — and this was one of them — I wondered if my life was worth the price that had been paid for it.

March – End of the First Week

My cousin Claude was sitting on the front porch when I got up on a cloudy brisk morning a few days after Amelia’s departure. Claude wasn’t as skilled at masking his presence as my great-grandfather Niall had been. Because Claude was fae, I couldn’t read his mind — but I could tell his mind was there, if that isn’t too obscure a way to put it. I carried my coffee out to the porch, though the air was nippy, because drinking that first cup on the porch had been one of my favorite things to do before I . . . before the Fae War.

I hadn’t seen my cousin in weeks. I hadn’t seen him during the Fae War, and he hadn’t contacted me since the death of Claudine.

I’d brought an extra mug for Claude, and I handed it to him. He accepted it silently. I’d considered the possibility he might throw it in my face. His unexpected presence had thrown me off course. I had no idea what to expect. The breeze lifted his long black hair, tossed it around like rippling ebony ribbons. His caramel eyes were red-rimmed.

“How did she die?” he said.

I sat on the top step. “I didn’t see it,” I said, hunching over my knees. “We were in that old building Dr. Ludwig was using as a hospital. I think Claudine was trying to stop the other fairies from coming down the corridor to get into the room where I was holed up with Bill and Eric and Tray.” I looked over at Claude to make sure he knew the place, and he nodded. “I’m pretty sure that it was Breandan who killed her, because one of her knitting needles was stuck in his shoulder when he busted into our room.”

Breandan, my great-grandfather’s enemy, had also been a prince of the fae. Breandan had believed that humans and the fae should not consort. He’d believed that to the point of fanaticism. He’d wanted the fae to completely abstain from their forays into the human world, despite the fae’s large financial stake in mundane commerce and the products it had produced . . . products that helped them blend in to the modern world. Breandan had especially hated the occasional taking of human lovers, a fae indulgence, and he’d hated the children born as a result of such liaisons. He’d wanted the fae separate, walled away into their own world, consorting only with their own kind.

Oddly enough, that’s what my great-grandfather had decided to do after defeating the fairy who believed in this apartheid policy. After all the bloodshed, Niall concluded that peace among the fae and safety for humans could be reached only if the fae blocked themselves into their world. Breandan had achieved his ends by his own death. In my worst moments, I thought that Niall’s final decision had made the whole war unnecessary.

“She was defending you,” Claude said, pulling me back into the moment. There was nothing in his voice. Not blame, not anger, not a question.

“Yeah.” That had been part of her job, defending me, by Niall’s orders.

I took a long sip of coffee. Claude’s sat untouched on the arm of the porch swing. Maybe Claude was wondering if he should kill me. Claudine had been his last surviving sibling.

“You knew about the pregnancy,” he said finally.

“She told me right before she was killed.” I put down my mug and wrapped my arms around my knees. I waited for the blow to fall. At first I didn’t mind all that much, which was even more horrible.

Claude said, “I understand Neave and Lochlan had hold of you. Is that why you’re limping?” The change of subject caught me off guard.

“Yeah,” I said. “They had me for a couple of hours. Niall and Bill Compton killed them. Just so you know – it was Bill who killed Breandan, with my grandmother’s iron trowel.” Though the trowel had been in my family’s tool shed for decades, I associated it with Gran.

Claude sat, beautiful and unreadable, for a long time. He never looked at me directly or drank his coffee. When he’d reached some inner conclusion, he rose and left, walking down the driveway toward Hummingbird Road. I don’t know where his car was parked. For all I knew, he’d walked all the way from Monroe, or flown over on a magic carpet. I went into the house, sank to my knees right inside the door, and cried. My hands were shaking. My wrists ached.

The whole time we’d been talking, I’d been waiting for him to make his move.

I realized I wanted to live.

March – The Second Week

JB said, “Raise your arm all the way up, Sookie!” His handsome face was creased with concentration. Holding the five-pound weight, I slowly lifted my left arm. Geez Louise, it hurt. Same with the right.

“Okay, now the legs,” JB said, when my arms were shaking with strain. JB wasn’t a licensed physical therapist, but he was a personal trainer, so he’d had practical experience helping people get over various injuries. Maybe he’d never faced an assortment like mine, since I’d been bitten, cut, and tortured. But I hadn’t had to explain the details to JB, and he wouldn’t notice that my injuries were far from typical from those incurred in a car accident. I didn’t want any speculation going around Bon Temps about my physical problems — so I made the occasional visits to Dr. Amy Ludwig, who looked suspiciously like a hobbit, and I enlisted the help of JB du Rone, who was a good trainer but dumb as a box of rocks.

JB’s wife, my friend Tara, was sitting on one of the weight benches. She was reading What to Expect When You’re Expecting. Tara, almost five months pregnant, was determined to be the best mother she could possibly be. Since JB was willing but not bright, Tara was assuming the role of Most Responsible Parent. She’d earned her high school spending money as a babysitter, which gave her some experience in child care. She was frowning as she turned the pages, a look familiar to me from our school years.

“Have you picked a doctor yet?” I said, after I’d finished my leg lifts. My quads were screaming, particularly the damaged ones in my left leg. We were in the gym where JB worked, and it was after hours, because I wasn’t a member. JB’s boss had okayed the temporary arrangement to keep JB happy. JB was a huge asset to the gym; since he’d started working, new female clients had increased by a noticeable percentage.

“I think so,” said Tara. “There were four choices in this area, and we interviewed all of them. I’ve had my first appointment with Dr. Dinwiddie, here in Clarice. I know it’s a little hospital, but I’m not high-risk, and it’s so close.”

Clarice was just a few miles from Bon Temps, where we all lived. You could get from my house to the gym in less than twenty minutes.

“I hear good things about him,” I said, the pain in my quads making stuff start to slide around inside my head. My forehead broke out in a clammy sweat. I was used to thinking of myself as a fit woman, and mostly I’d been a happy one. There were days now when it was all I could do to get out of bed and get in to work.

“Sook,” JB said, “Look at the weight on here.” He was grinning at me.

For the first time, I registered that I’d done ten extensions with ten more pounds than I’d been using.

I smiled back at him. It didn’t last long, but I knew I’d done something good.

“Maybe you’ll babysit for us some time,” Tara said. “We’ll teach the baby to call you Aunt Sookie.”

I’d be a courtesy aunt. I’d get to take care of a baby. They trusted me. I found myself planning on a future.

Copyright © 2009 Charlaine Harris. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author.


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Dead in the Family Book Cover

Posted on 24 December 2009 by Flisha

It’s here, it’s here! This is the cover for the newest Sookie Stackhouse book called Dead in the Family. And it stars Sookie and Eric! There is no Bill in the picture! OMG!!! It’s going to bloody and it’s going to be beautiful, I just know it! :)

Sookie looks especially pretty. Love the sparkly green dress. And Eric is dressed in his black cape, as usual. They are divided by a single rose – or is that two? I only see one flower but two thorny stalks. What does it mean???

Can’t wait to read it! It will be out May 2010! Charlaine Harris, you better bring it! :)

Dead in the Family Chapter One is out as well! You can read it here.


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Sookie Stackhouse 10: Dead in the Family

Posted on 06 December 2009 by Flisha

The Sookie Stackhouse / Southern Vampire Mysteries book number 10 is entitled Dead in the Family. It will be out on May 4, 2010. The cover and the first chapter should have been released by now, as in the past years, but it seems that it has been delayed this time around.

Sookie Stackhouse / Southern Vampire Mysteries

However, Dallas reports that the cover is ready! Charlaine Harris confirms that the Dead in the Family cover is expected to be blue (like Sookie’s eyes!) and sparkly (eh? I hope that does not refer to the vamps!).

As to the first chapter of Sookie #10, we hope it gets released soon. I know the hardcore Sookie fans are itching to see what happens to Bill, and to read when Eric and Sookie finally realize they’re meant for each other forever and ever!!!

Here’s a summary of the tenth book:

Sookie Stackhouse has finally settled into a relationship with the Viking vampire Eric, and her errant brother Jason seems to have his life in order, too. But all the other people in Sookie’s life – Eric himself, her former lover Bill, her friend and boss Sam – are having family problems. Eric’s maker shows up with Eric’s ‘brother’ in tow, the ailing Bill can only be healed by a blood sibling, and Sam’s brother’s marriage is about to take place …or will it? The furor raised by the coming out of the two-natured has yet to settle; some people are just not ready to sit down to dinner with a man who turns into a dog. And Sookie herself is still recovering from her last ordeal. She’s definitely improving, physically and mentally, but she’s always going to have some dark moments now. The werewolves tell her that there have been strange and ominous passers-by in the Stackhouse woods; now Sookie is about to come face-to-face with one of her more distant relatives…

Oh, and you can already pre-order it in Amazon! Dead in the Family: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel (Sookie Stackhouse/True Blood)

Can’t wait, can’t wait! :)


Update on the Hunger Games 2

Posted on 10 October 2009 by Gim

Omg. Waay kewl. As I turn the last page of the novel, I know it’s going to be another loong, frustrating wait till book 3. Just like the first novel, book 2 is raw and real. Filled with the kind of intensity that just definitely keeps you glued. You just can’t put it down. I found myself skipping work just to finish it. You’ll once again find yourself losing pounds at the intensity of the action (no need to go to that austin weight loss program).

Before I go on, a warning for those who plan to read the book, spoilers start here.

Book 2 picked up where the first one left off, with Katniss and Peeta about to start a victory tour of the districts. They’re already living in the victor’s village, a special part of District 12 where the district’s winners of the games are housed. They’re both wealthy beyond imagination, their families well provided for. For Katniss and Peeta though, the trouble is just starting to begin.

Just before Effie, Cinna and the rest of the prep team arrive, Katniss gets an unexpected visitor. The cruel, tyrannical and snake-eyed President Snow shows up unexpectedly in Katniss’ house. He gives Katniss an ominous message about how her final act in the hunger games came across as an act of mutiny. Now people in the districts are talking about an uprising and if Katniss doesn’t do her best to show the world that what she did was an act of love instead of rebelion, the president would kill off her family and Gale, her best friend/hidden love.

As Katniss tries her best to show the world of her inocent intentions, she also tries and succeeds in mending her relationship with Peeta. As the tour progresses, it is clear that the rebellion is no longer just talk. In district 11, home of her co-competitor Rue, a man is executed by the capitol peacekeepers as he starts to whistle a tune used by Katniss and Rue in the arena. District 8 starts to rebell, taking over key government positions. The Capitol respond by sending in more peacekeepers and locking down districts.

In a jarring move by the Capitol, Katniss and Peeta both find themselves in back in the arena, once again unwilling participants in the Hunger Games. As the Games begin, the rebellion also starts in earnest with even Cinna defying the president by symbolically turning Katniss into a mockingjay- the symbol of the rebellion.

As with the first novel, the action in the arena is fast paced and brutal. It featured vicious insects, a chemical fog that ate through clothing and flesh, blood rain, lightning strikes and more. The games end in a surprise twist that you just can’t see coming.

All in all, the Cathcing Fire is a must read.

PS I didn’t know how huge, Collins’ fan base was until I came across an article about it in Time Magazine by Lev Grossman after I wrote this. Apparently both Stephen King and Stephenie Meyer are huge fans.


Catching Fire

Posted on 30 September 2009 by Gim

It’s here! It’s finally here! After a year of waiting, Suzanne Collins finally realeased the 2nd installment of the Hunger Games trilogy. It’s entitled Catching Fire and based on the reviews, it promises to be as good as, if not better than its prequel.

It was Fli who first inroduced me to Suzanne Collins, bestselling author of the Underland Chronicles. But it wasn’t the Underland series that cemented her status as one of my all time fave authors. It was her novel Hunger Games, the first book of a trilogy which was released last 2008. Riveting is understatment enough to describe the book becuase you literally cannot put it down. Suzanne weaves a highly entertaining and intriguing spell, allowing you to meet characters that fast become people you can relate to. And the action. Migod, just reading the novel makes you feel that you’ve lost more pounds than when reading that diet pills review. It’s lean, it’s mean, and it hits you hard.

Hunger Games mostly revolves around Katniss Everdeen, a very stoic and resourceful 16-year old living in the remains of the North American Continent where an unknown calamity wiped off most of the nations as we know it. In Katniss’s time, North America is now the nation of Panem, which is composed of 13 states ruled by an autocratic Capitol. The tyrannical Capitol forces the other 12 states or districts to send one boy and one girl every year to compete in the hunger games- a live, free for all competition where the contestants try to kill each other off. The winner brings not only fame and glory to their district, but also much needed food (the Capitol regulates the food the other districts get, successfully keeping them in a continually famished state. This is in order to prevent rebellions against the Capitol).

Despite the harsh conditions and her solemn outlook on life (as evidenced by her views on love and happyness), Katniss manages to charm the reader enough that you’ll find yourself holding your breath as she tries and manages to evade certain death. She’s that kind of heroine that screams- human! Although outwardly tough and skillfull, there’s a vulnerability about her that makes you just want to wish that everything will turn out OK in the end. Her misgivings and obvious error in judging the intentions of co-competitor Peeta Mellark just serves to enhance her “real-ness”.

The plot is also something that would make you shake your head in amazement. It’s simple enough to follow but very intriguing that it’ll guarantee to keep you hooked as you turn page after page after page.

I honestly could say that turning the last page made me really sad. It was as if I had to say goodbye to friends with whom I started a journey with and who I now had to leave behind. Needless to say, the release of this new installment just brightened my day. I can’t wait to read it!



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