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K. J. Charles – A Fashionable Indulgence [1]

23834716I’m a fan of K.J. Charles, and her easy-to-read, suspension-adventure filled books. So after a short recommendation, and a long wait, I went ahead and grabbed “A Fashionable Indulgence” (Society of Gentlemen 1; ISBN 1101886021; 264p.; Goodreads). And while this was not as great as A Charm of Magpies, it didn’t disappoint either.

Harry Vane is a Radical in Regency England. He fights for reforms, democracy, and one law for all. Radical bread in general is not sweet, yet when his grandfather, who decided he needs an heir, plucks him off the streets, and drops him into Julian’s lap, in attempt to make him a true gentleman – he’s about to choke on it. If Harry wants his inheritance, he’ll have to learn to hide his views, and play along. It’s just that, Julian, unlike his grandfather, doesn’t look all that appalled by it…

Already difficult Harry’s life turns upside down when his friend gets murdered the night he wore Harry’s coat. The man was not robbed, even thou he had the wallet Harry gave him. Thus both him and Julian come to conclusions – someone tried to kill Harry, and might still be out to get him. Did someone in Society of Gentlemen found out Harry’s true nature?

This was a pretty good detective, something I rarely say. I didn’t expect the things that happened, and I enjoyed the dandy side of this society more than I expected too. I still missed the witchcraft, so 4 out of 5 it is. Not because it lacked action without magic, but because I can’t help but compare the two trilogies. The cover is great tho, isn’t it?

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Diana Gabaldon – Outlander

outlander Ah, finally. “Outlander” by Diana Gabaldon (ISBN 0440242940; 896p.; Goodreads) was our book club assignment that most of us struggled with, no matter all the good reviews about the it. Now, right away let me clear this up: it’s not a bad book. It’s simply something I am tired of, since I had enough already. If you like Jude Deveraux or Nora Roberts writings, you will most likely love this book. I would too if I had not waded through so much of their writings a year or two ago.

Our protagonist Claire is a fairly modern woman. I say fairly, since she lived in ’40s. She’s a nurse, has a loving husband, and a growing collection of press-dried plants. One day they both travel to Scotland for, again, I’ve no memory what. There she is introduced to local women, who, turns out, practice this homely shamanism (or at least they call it so), sheet togas and dancing among stones included. Clare gets a chance to witness it all, where she notices a strange plant growing by one stone, a stone that seemed to be split by some great force. Upon deciding how to root the plant out, she leans upon that stone and… Time Jumps two hundred years back. I’m not fond of time travel at all! Like at all! I’m the blasphemer who didn’t even watch Dr Who because I dislike the whole time-traveling idea. I don’t know why I dislike it, since I’ve read so many books about it before and didn’t mind, but there it is. The book rubbed me the wrong way from the very first chapters. I’m biased thus, I think. But let’s go on.

Out of the time portal and into a hurl of battle. Savage Scots in kilts against redcoats of England! One of these redcoats, a dragoon commander or someone among those lines, promptly saves her. He looks strikingly like Clare’s husband too! All up until the point where he tries to rape her, and she gets saved once more. This time by those previously mentioned men in kilts. And I keep referring to that, for I find Scottish traditional attire to be the best out of all I’ve ever seen.

All in one night’s work, Clare is questioned about her flimsy dress that men take for undergarments, gets to try her best and explain that nurse is not a wet-nurse in every case, sets back a dislodged shoulder of a handsome redhead Scot named Jamie, and is soon carried away to meet their laird (that’s a clan leader). All that to prove him she’s not an English spy. Don’t ask me why they didn’t just dump her ass in the forest if they didn’t trust her, I’ve no idea myself.

The book and the story goes on, and progressively evolves into a lot of things. Some good, some bad. The bad ones are unnecessary ones. For instance, story goes on an important track, and gets broken off in the middle to let us know Clare put her shoes on and made the bed. Then the story is continued. All these small and irritating (yet, masterfully placed within a proper flow, I admit) interruptions make up to probably half of a book, thus half of this book could be cut away and thrown away without us missing a damn thing. It gives nothing to the story, at all.

The good things are the unexpected ones, and those that take courage to be touched by any author at all. Say, the Loch Ness monster was unexpected, since this world has no magic beside the time-portal in the stones. Or the man-on-man rape, since we’re so (wrongly) unused in seeing truly strong and unbreakable men get broken to the point where they wish upon death in the face of physical violation. Then there’s the whole witch trial thing, and how in truth it could have been staged, and why.

Truly, the book is not bad. It simply reached me in the wrong time (ha!). Two years ago I would’ve told you this is the best thing I’ve ever read, but today I cannot. I’ll give it 3 out of 5 from the technical side, but know that it’s only my personal opinion. As I said before, if you like romance books with adventures and action, if you like Jude Deveraux or Nora Roberts – take this book and give it a chance.

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Simon Brooke – Harem


Let me just start by saying how much misjustice this cover does for Simon Brooke‘s book “Harem“. It’s often like that, thou, with the e-editions of the books. And to think that one day they’ll be the first-choice… Anyways, the book. I know Simon Brooke and I am proud to tell people I call the author a friend, even before the book was published. I’ve read some of his things before and thus I knew it’ll be worth the time one way or another and I was not disappointed. Only by the cover, thou. Cover is bad. Why? Well, when you look at it and see the title “Harem”, you think of this neo-arabian-prince with a bunch of model girls around him, who bend at his whim (no pun intended), but that is not so.

The only male in the Harem is Thor. He’s from Iceland and he’s a footballer (soccer, if you wish). The women around him are very different and unique, they’re smart, charming and they’re real people. You know how the books go, this or that character always ends up being a filler for another. This is not the case. When I say they’re real people, I mean that each one of them has their own character, character that does not falter to suit someone else’s. Each one could take on the lead of the book and the story would not be harmed, for each one seemed important, different, with all those details and aspects about them. They aren’t just spilling “right” lines to seem attractive to the reader, no, you will love this one and you might dislike that one. They do agree on one thing thou – there are no leaders in the Harem. It’s a family, and was Thor to go, they’d go on without him.

As I said, Harem is a large family and we get the introductions with members and it’s structure through Fiona, a journalist who was hired by them to write a honest story, a true story, for she seemed fit for it. Warts and all, as they said, and so it began. The ceiling in the first floor is made of glass, so you can see all what happens in the second floor, and what happens is people are taking showers, having sex, dressing up or whatever one does. Ladies walk around their home nude or with barely anything on. And yet there’s no sheer vulgarity. Bit by bit they all explain why they joined the family, the harem. Bit by bit you start buying it, this whole large family thing. They care for each other, they stand up for each other, they protect each other and love each other. They vote through important decisions and make sure everyone is okay with changes or what not.

And just when I was about to get bored to read about this idyllic life, family of friends (and lovers, if you please – you can be part of the Harem and not participate in sexual activities, it’s your choice alone) – Boom. Literally. Dynamite on the gate, kidnapping, negotiations and suddenly whole world of the Harem shifts again. Sure, people dislike them enough as is, considering it abnormal, you know how people are, but this was beyond that. One of the harem members is missing and everyone is put for the test. We suddenly see the different side of the coin and yet it only proves what they told society before – it’s a family. A big family, no matter how you look at it…

It’s not a chick-flick type of a book, no. There’s thriller, there’s drama, there’s romance, there’s sex and there’s debates (I may be crazy, but I liked those the best, especially the energy debate Thor had with Sigi). But best of all, it’s the type of the book which you put down at night, because your eyes are already sore, and your mind just keeps on rolling – why did that happen? How will it end? will she be okay? What if she dies? What then? Where will they be? What will they do?…

It’s a great book and I loved it a lot. I’ll give it a firm 5/5 and put it into my favorite list. It’s not the type of the book I usually like either. Strange thing, I tell you…

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The One who never leaves me

Funny thing, to say “Dracula never leaves my side“, but it’s quite accurate, trust me. Pretty much, whenever I reach an edge in my life or a crossroad, which is just as devastating sometimes, I end up with a book on Dracula in my lap. It happened just enough times for me to take it into consideration and begin collecting books on him. And I don’t speak of Dracula the Vampire, tho that one’s good too, but most of all, I speak of Vlad the Impaler, Draculea.

Some books I’ve gotten before I had to decide which path to take in the Crossroad of Life (sadly, no demon to make a deal with, but hey… Maybe I’m wrong, now that I think of it…), but right on the decision making time – I’d remember an important thing from the previous book. Bear with me, this’ll be a long tale to spin.

I believe the first book purely dedicated to the man as half-fiction that I laid my hands on (beside little things, lets just count the stuff that has over a 100 pages, okay?) was Elizabeth Kostova “The Historian”. Funny, how in our language this title took upon a female form, while within the book, the only person to claim the title is a man. If we could call him a man still. Dracula, in this book, is sought and seeked by a young missy, daughter of a historian. She follows her father’s footsteps, who followed Dracula’s coffin, so to say. Until they bumped into each other. It appeared there that Dracula finds it amusing how people write books about him and collects them, much as I do now. It’s an interesting book, more so because it describes wonderful and inspiring things one would like to follow as the characters did. To add to that it contains some true facts on Vlad, tho he’s constantly called “Vlad Tepes” and “Dracula” is only said to be a “nickname” which means “Son of the Dragon / Son of the Devil”. Which is a bit redundant when you think on it, for Tepes (or Tsepesh) means “Impaler”, literally. And Dracul was his father’s, Vlad II Dracul name. They, as son’s of the Dragons became “Draculea” (book says: Draculya), and that -ea means they’re a son of the <word before -ea>. Author dug so deep, and yet not deep enough to figure his name. It’s just that strange to me. But anyways, how did this book help me? I don’t remember when or how I bought it, but I enjoyed the size of it, as I have a hard time to put the book away. But I remember the firm need to make a decision in my life – what would I want and COULD be (for I’d absolutely like to be an astronaut, but with my data that won’t happen anytime soon. Unless science is kind and quick…). I tried to shuffle things in my head, to rely on this one thing I could do with love – read. And so it struck me. Historian. Later in life it evolved and now I am a freelance translator, for history is all written and the more I read – the happier I am, even if not all things I receive in my hands are history.


  The next book is by far, the most important and valued by me no matter the help “The Historian” provided me with. It’s the C.C. Humphreys “Vlad: The Last Confession”. It’s a historical romance with no vampires in it, yet when you look upon that boy who broke once and made the name “Prince Impaler” cause shudder in every person with consciousness unclean, and then the man who broke the second time and silently finish what had to be finished exactly the way it should have been… Pretty much, it’s Vlad’s story told by three people who followed him in life. Remember, that history is written by victors, so many things are very loosely based on any documents remaining. He was given to Ottoman together with his brother, Radu the Fair to be political prisoners and a living promise that their father will not act against the Sultain. Thing is (was), their older brother, Mircea, wasn’t so sure it wasn’t worth it. In the end, Vlad’s view to the world and enemy shifted, bit by bit. And if you ever saw a stack of books slowly shift sideways – you know that there comes a time when it all falls down and turns into a chaos. Vlad was sent to Tokat, a known school and prison of Torturers and Tortured. Simple – inflict or have inflicted. And they know how to cause you pain for you to start fearing any more of it. They’ll remind you hour after hours – you will not die. You will suffer, and suffer and suffer more. This was the first. Of the second I will not speak, for it gets amazing soon after. So much, in fact, that I couldn’t understand why I didn’t read it sooner.

  I bought it when I felt crushed and saw no reason to go on further. I was in a mess which wasn’t even mine, yet had to either help fix it, or fall with it. I bought it with many other books, but it was the only book I truly wanted and continued thinking of it. Maybe that was the reason I didn’t read it so long. For two years, I think, I just held it, fearing that if I start – it will end. And it did, but so well that I am pleased and most happy with it. Mr. Humphreys, if this ever reaches your eyes – know that not only Your work is loved – it most likely saved a person.
P.S. – it was the first time for me in the UK and as you’ll later see, it’s from there where Dracula reaches me the most often or with most impact.


  Inspired by the CC.H. book as much as I was, finally I came upon Bram Stoker “Dracula”. it was then that I figured that in our library reside morons who don’t even know the classics. One woman comes to work slightly drunk now and again, the other can’t point you to the book, the third one will tell you it’s THE book when you KNOW it’s not the book. So first I’ve read “The Guest of Dracula”, and just then received the Dracula. Right now I own three versions, two Lithuanian, first edition and second re-print, and an English one. On this one we shall speak now. Chronologically it’s incorrect to be talking of it now, but as I began and don’t feel like talking on same book twice, I shall speak of it anyways. Pretty much, first one I received when I found it by accident myself in the same named library where no one knew what this book even is, apparently. I found it, and few weeks later – bought my own copy of it. Few months later, a friend and a vampirologist sold me her second print copy, as she was about to move to the city of vampires – New Orleans, Louisiana. Third copy, the English one, I tried obtaining when I was second time in UK. This time I felt a bit better, but I was determined to get my share of Vlad Dracula this time, for I already heard those bells toll. Thing is – I didn’t find one. I went to second-hand book store, where my not-so-smart brain told me to look in first and they didn’t have one. I bought Frankenstein tho. And months later, sister bought me an AMAZING copy. And here’s why I think that one was meant for me too, sorta – another reach out towards me: me and sister… Well, we’re not friends. We get along just about enough to bury the war axe when she’s not doing something stupid and she does care for me, but then she does something stupid and I can’t contain the anger and spill it drowning everything like the poor Pompeii. She told me right away that she has Dracula for me, and as we were on good terms – I was happy. Even happier when she said that the cover is strange and scared her shitless when she saw it suddenly reflect a ray of light in the dark… I’m glad the Prince doesn’t like her much either.  (And, again, it reached me from UK)

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  Another book that got into my hands from UK was Kim Newman “Anno Dracula”. Funny thing, how I seeked terribly and only chance dropped it into my hands. As if there was only one purpose for the lad who was with me there, only one reason to be – to go on and find me a Dracula’s book. Next two I bought myself. Second one is “Bloody Red Baron” and the third “Dracula Cha Cha Cha“. Fourth is “Johnny Alucard“, but at the very moment I don’t feel like having it, for reasons that happen in third book. Never the less – these books are amazing. First of all, they’re with this hard Steampunk vibe. Second – it contains so many other characters from real life that I was mesmerized. Third – Dracula introduced me to E.A. Poe and I regret NOTHING. And mr. Poe in return drew the most beautiful picture of Dracula. These books opened a whole new doors for me in literature and remembering another book I’ll tell you more of further on, you could say this one who never leaves me is even attempting to tutor me and educate when it comes to literature. Good, I’ll take it.

  These three books are full of mad scientists, vampires on every corner, nobility and royalty from middle-ages and even before that who don’t know what to do with this New World and so on. One thing never changes tho. Vlad Dracula still loves his warfare toys.


  The other book was lent to me by the same friend who gave me her copy of Dracula. It was first time I ever read this type of a book. What type? Well, one of those we could call “secret and true journal of Mina Harker“. Syrie James “Dracula, My Love” is the book and out of the two that I’ve read of such books, this one is by far the superior. More or less, it’s Mina telling the story, of how it was and who this “monster” really was. Boo for me – this isn’t Vlad Dracula she speaks of, but I just threw away the name “Nikolay” he gave her, for he’s a bit of a liar when it’s for the sake of keeping somewhat of a peace that would please him better, and decided to forget he claimed not to be Vlad the Impaler. Now, why is this book good and why I consider important as a “reach out”? For Dracula gives one damn good point to Mina there we all, no matter gender, age, nationality, race, religion etc can use. He asked her – why do you care what strangers think of you? You see them once and never again. And you are you forever. Pretty much, he asked her to go take a boat to swim around the lake or river or what it was with him. Naturally, she went all wobbly – no no, what will people think, me, unmarried and without anyone else, going swimming with another man, a stranger to that. He was taken aback by that – the hell? It seemed… Interesting. To wonder of why would one really take it into consideration the opinion of complete strangers who neither know you, nor you them. So I consider this book a win.

  Oh, and the story of it, as I said, it’s the Stoker’s Dracula from Mina’s perspective in depth. The journal Stoker put as “her part of the story” is false, so to say. It’s an interesting romance. Even more so as Mina’s child turned out to be very alike this stranger…

  And let me right away get to the second this type of the book, a book by Karen Essex “Dracula in Love”. Let me tell you right away, were Dracula here – James, and Mina – Katty – this would be a great, simple supernatural romance book with just about everything in it. But instead our dear author, who claimed it to be nearly supernatural, how she first wrote the book, then checked the facts and found out that few things she made up – actually happened (sadly I am left to wonder a lot which ones), decided to ride the Dracula’s horse (don’t get any funny ideas here) of fame. While in a sense this book is good, as a vampire book that has Dracula in it – it’s very bad it made me think of Twilight. Now, I’m not saying either Dracula or Cullen’s a fairy. I’m saying their relation with them sucks badly. Yet this book is still in my shelf and will go no where from there. Why? Lets return to Historian – it evolved as far as me becoming this freelance translator, and this book, this “Dracula in Love” was my first paycheck as translator purchase. I decided I have to give the toll and I don’t regret it, even if the book is no where near my favorites.


  Now, in UK when I was looking for Dracula’s book by Stoker, I didn’t get away empty handed (beside Kim Newman’s “Anno Dracula” and Frankenstein). I found something else, something I didn’t know existed. Later it turned out – I did know, I just forgot completely. It’s the another “sequel of Dracula”, this time claiming the title “official”, for author is somewhat Stoker-related. It’s Dracre Stoker “Dracula: The Un-Dead”. And you know what? I haven’t read it yet. I think I’ll keep it for a little while more, just to have something.


  Naturally, these are only the books that are truly on Dracula the Vampire or Vlad the Impaler. I got plenty more that either mention him or quote him as a character or person who was and/or is. Like Victor Pelevin “Empire V” (quoted), or Roderick Gordon and Brian Williams “Tunnels” series where he’s mentioned in one book as a man who existed and fought the same enemy people in those books now have to fight. Or even a couple of Charlaine Harris books on Sookie Stackhouse, last one, where Sookie contemplates being Dracula’s Bride to Eric Northman, and the short-stories collection, where Eric desperately waits Dracula to show up, for his birthday is as revered by vampires there as, say, New Years and Christmas to us, for before Dracula – vampires wore rags and lives in holes underground. But Vlad Draculea was a prince, so there was no question of him sleeping in dirt, when there were soft beds and silks…  Or even that one sentence in Mary Crow Dog’s “Lakota Women”, where she claimed that Bavaria sounded to her like some Dracula’s country, for she knew nothing of it. Or Philip K. Dick “A Scanner Darkly” with also but one sentence “counts Draculas are sleeping”. And even Richard Matheson “I am Legend”, that one line where Robert reads “Dracula”. I also own four volumes of Kohta Hirano “Hellsing” (and intend to get the rest), and two volumes of Hideyuki Kikuchi “Vampire Hunter D”. Why all this obsession? Because it helped me when I most needed the help. And taught me those basic things I didn’t know. And so in return I can at least keep track of it all, can’t I?

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Cheri and the Horrors

Let me start by telling you a tale of “buy three for the price of one” sales on books. It’s extra-hard for me to pass these ever since I was 11 years old, when I first bought two books worth 12 dollars for barely 4 dollars, left from my lunch. This time, few days ago to be specific, I bought a fourth Hellsing manga, “I am Legend” and “Cheri“, all three attached together. I didn’t know what this “Cheri” is, but I figured – it’s together with two vampire stories, it can’t be that bad, right?


Lithuanian and English


So I took it to be read first, before Legend, before Hellsing (that one I’ve read a long time ago, I just didn’t have my own copy). No vampires, I’ll say, altho there was a single mention of them, when Leya called herself a vampiress, craving the young body of Cheri (Fred). It’s not the “wow, that was good” type of the book, but I have no regrets in owning it. Why? Well, because Leya, mother of Cheri, and all their friends are also courtesans. It’s just terribly interesting for me to watch what those women can make out of a man in life and I’m never disappointed. Mind you, I don’t find this profession anywhat worse than any other. Where there’s a demand, there’s offer, thus if the women are “vile” for doing this – shouldn’t you start by getting to the demanders? Anyways, so that’s that, a fine book. I presume I missed those stories of fancy hats, tights vests tie pins.

Right after finishing it I went for watching the movie. Mind you, I’m not the type who sits down and watches something easily. Either lure me with amazing things, or I’ll escape the first chance I get. Funny thing, what lured me in “Cheri” movie were the details all around them. The green with gold glass goblets, the fully gold covered tea cups, the wide wine-red smoking-robes, the previously mentioned hats and all those aging courtesans. They followed the book pattern really well, for one of them indeed seemed a cross-dressed man (maybe she was indeed a he, I didn’t check the actor list), and the other one had a really fake looking wig.






  One thing was terribly odd for me tho. It’s a narrated movie. Like some “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory“. If it was at least narrated by a woman it maybe wouldn’t have felt as if an oompa-loompa was about to jump out and start singing.

  The other thing is – congratulate me! I finished first season of “American Horror Story“. And it wasn’t good. I’m told the second one is by far better, but first one knocked the will out of me to watch on further, so I’ll put it on the tab for next week. As for now, lets figure what’s what, shall we?

  Okay, so there’s this fancy old house, suspiciously cheap. Tourist-lurers keep bellowing – it’s a MURDER house! And it is. You move in – you die. No, first you somehow, for some weird-ass reason decide you want a baby. Then a thing in spandex suit or what it was, comes to help out on that. Then you figure you’re growing a demon baby in thy womb, as if priests weren’t terrified of you being a woman in the first place. Then – everyone dies. Usually killed by ghosts who died there before. For if you die there – you cannot leave. Ever. And that house is CRAWLING with ghosts of crazy people, I tell you. Some died because of hate crimes, others – for infidelity, others more – suicided and so on. They love, they hate and most of all – they all want your baby. Oh, and they want their house back, so just pop that thing out and get the hell out or else…

  So that’s that – murder, lots of murder, pretty much – you wasn’t excited enough about my new vase! – stab, stab, stab! Then there’s rape and infidelity. Then there’s psychotic teens and creepy little kids. Oh and did I mention everyone keeps killing everyone?

  First serie – awesome. Second – o-kay. Third – …not so much anymore. Last serie was quite alright tho, that’s why I didn’t ditch the idea of giving second season a chance some time later.


  Let’s return a bit to the topic of books, for I didn’t mention one more. I happen to be a secret lover of all kinds of Asia involving books, even if it’s purest fiction of all fiction, with realms that aren’t ours. Thus if I see a sale or other cheap little book (I try to cut down on book buying. You should see my home, really, it’s pure gain to buy less damn paper books…), I get it. This time I got Ihara Saikaku book “Five Women who Loved Love“. First two stories were a disappointment and I was cursing my stupid head to buy a book with such a suspicious title in the first place. But then the last three made it worth my while.

  It’s all about… Well, honestly, there’s no one pure topic. I’d say – tragic love – but that’s not it. I’d say – falling in love – but that’s not it either. I’d say – okay, being unfaithful and getting what you deserved for it – but that’s also not true. First two – tragedy, oh tragedy. The girls are insanely young, thus saying “women” is a hard thing for me. And first two do things that I can’t work through my mind. Say, a lover in the dark mixed you up with someone else, you slept through whole activity he took, then woke up and figured you probably love him terribly, thus you should, absolutely, run away with him? Let me just back away, slowly… Or better, some old geezer dropped a pot on your head, messed your hair up, his wife decided you had a little tumble with him and thus began spreading vile rumors on you, you decide that if that’s so, you’ll give her REAL reason to spread rumors and thus again – run off with some weird old man you met once, twice? Sense can begin any time now. And it did, by the way, for next three stories did make sense, by all means. The last one didn’t even end with deaths, and there was even some homesexuality mention (and more) in the last two, which gave the “five women” a little charm. Especially as I always dearly admired samurais and while friends and mates all wanted to be police officers, high ranking military men, professional athletes – hell, I wanted a katana! So there’s that for me.

English, Lithuanian

English, Lithuanian

I did the the little book, it’s also – not the best thing you can get – but definitely not the worst. I also got it quite some time ago, so I can’t figure how I forgot all about it. I guess I just didn’t expect old Japan to be the setting for it. Oh, and let me add, that while stories are short and definitely not the most interesting things you could read – there are these little footnotes and such which speak of those-times-Japan, the culture, traditions and other facts. Those were the best!


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Ten Inch Hero and more of Felicia Day

Yesterday was one fancy day. Another serie of Supernatural, a can of Khaos Monster Energy Drink, joining the Dark Brotherhood in Skyrim (I now look like this and feel like I was just dropped out of the movie “Eyes Wide Shut), some interesting news about The Witcher 3 and Assassin’s Creed 4: Black Flag. And many other things I don’t remember. But most fun were two main things. First of all, my prayers have been heard and Felicia Day will be in another Supernatural serie. I love her there, I think her character there is perfect. And it’s not that I love red-heads, which I do, I simply in general like most of her ideas and ways in life, plus she really fills in the gap with the Winchester brothers, especially when Cass is not around. So that’s that.

Second thing is maybe even greater. A cheesy romance comedy with Dean Winchester (for lets face it, most watched it for him, even thou movie isn’t about him and shows a lot of great things, believable things and not as crappy-portrayed things as most movies do. I mean, a teen mother who was forced to give up her child goes to find her child but what she founds is a whole different love – I think that was rather unique, especially as it turned out with that little girl). Maybe I’m a bit lame, maybe I just miss these things after watching so many, so grand, so awesome movies they build nowadays, with all the sequels, remakes and other unoriginal crap we’re fed and told to enjoy. But I liked so many things about that movie, including the rib-breaking laughter it caused.

I liked the simple music and the love nonsense, when at the beginning you wasn’t sure who’s into who, and what will go where. Simple subway store, three ladies, owner and a cook, each with their own personal drama’s and personalities they try to hide or express. Watch the t-shirt of the cook, seriously, I’d gladly own them all.

I can repeat and repeat – it’s simple, it’s funny and yes, it’s a bit cheesy. But unless you see it, you won’t know a thing about it. So if you got a hour to spare, you go ahead. At least you’ll laugh, I’m sure of that.

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Syrie James – Dracula, my love!

  Not too long ago I finished a book by Syrie James called “Dracula, My Love“. Loved it.

It’s the same tale of Bram Stoker, yet told from Mina’s point of view. And this time she’s not hiding anything. Pure truth about the men around her, about herself, about the so said monster. Charming little romance blooms when love is sparked in the seemingly dry heart of Mina, when she meets the probably most amazing man she could ever meet. A dead man, to add. No, wait… Un-dead! Yet, she’s married (or soon to be) to Johnathan Harker (or how the hell his name is spelled), and thus question comes up – can a heart love two men at same time?

The author of this book is amazing. She took care of every small little detail Stoker couldn’t care about (and it’s normal, knowing the years he lived in, what he was, who were around him and such), say, who are Mina’s parents? Or who are the three women in Dracula’s castle? And I did love how she built her own Dracula in the pages and how he, bit by bit, even being an ancient being, managed to break through the boundaries of those-days society-type ladies. For example (after all the dear chats about books, which I probably enjoyed even more than Mina, for, hey, it’s books! Books! The man is a reader!), he often questioned her views. She’s too shy to go ask people for something she dearly cares for? Thus he asks wouldn’t it be a bigger shame NOT TO ask about something you dearly care about? He’d question her odd caring of what people would say or think – it’s their opinion, their problems, you’re not doing anything wrong, are you?

In general, I find this Dracula plenty Alucardish, and Alucard was one of the nicer types of Dracula, don’t you think (I mean the one by Hirano, from “Hellsing)? Mina, well, I rarely like any of the Mina’s given (exception there and here), but this one was half-bad only. She allowed Dracula to improve her in some ways, making herself a stronger person. Yet still, still!

If I had to rate the book, would give it 5-5 straight. Can I have another one?

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