So where's the snow?

Muddling through in Austria; God, life and a small black dog


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Book of July;The Tower of Babel by G.T. Anders

The Tower of Babel (Vaulan Cycle)

Exciting, new, fresh, a complete suprise!

Having been asked to review this book, I was looking forward to a dip into Science Fiction  being a child of the Asimov generation, but not having read much SciFi for years.

A dying world, where a new Tower of Babel is being built.  A hero who is an artist and a sort of  mystic and a  call to go back to complete a mission.  What’s going on?  I’m not going to tell. Suffice to say, this is a book with a plot that is fulfilled in all the literary ways.  It has drama and great suspense, and it’s unique.  The words of the hero Austin is often more poetic than prose. G.T Anders has experimented with new ideas with prose, and they work, they aren’t intrusive, they build this fantastic, sad world. There are monsters and mysteries and bad baddies and a narrative that spoon feeds you nothing. No long-winded explanations, you have to work at it like the characters but you are carried along.   The ending is beautiful in it’s technique and the final divine love that comes through.

Amazing.  This book needs to be picked up by a Publisher.  Now.


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Ducks! Romantic Short Stories for Animal Lovers

Yes, I’m shamlessly plugging my next opus.  This is just a little it of light reading to enjoy with a coffee, or even in the sun on the beach. Its only on Kindle at the moment but things will change.  Here’s a snippet of the first story, maybe you’ll want to read more!!!!! 

DUCKS

Waking up to a cacophony of bird song in a narrow, lumpy bed was not my idea of the best start to a summer holiday.  The sun was already burning its way through the gingham curtains, yet my watch swore it was only six a.m.  A hard shake didn’t change its mind, so I sank back beneath the quilt to try and recapture that evasive sleep.

It was no good.  From the next room I could hear rustlings, scrapes and muffled giggles. Why should I be overwhelmed with dread?  Surely I should be filled with joy, but the next two weeks yawned like an abyss in front of me.  The concept of quiet leafy woods and idyllic picnics had felt like heaven in a slushy February city, but the reality was as disheartening as the mud I’d trodden through to get into the cottage.  What do you do with two eight year olds for a fortnight when there are no playgrounds or burger bars?

Then I noticed the rustlings had grown ominously quiet.  I couldn’t believe they’d gone back to sleep and sat bolt upright, hitting my head soundly on a quaint oak beam.  Dazedly I staggered into the other room to find only a deserted bombsite.  They’d escaped before the day had even begun.  Rubbing my bump I went to the window to see if the horrors were in the garden.

At first I thought I was hallucinating, so I rubbed my eyes in the best film star fashion and looked again.  There really was a large white goat lying in a flower bed contentedly chewing on my best T-shirt.  I must have dropped it while unloading last night.  I didn’t know what to do – would the     T-shirt be swallowed before I could reach the garden?  As I dumbly watched, a tall dark haired man leapt over the wicket fence between the two cottages and grabbed the goat by a collar on its neck.  He pulled the sodden cloth from between the chewing jaws, then tugged the goat towards the back gate.  My blood began to boil, he could have at least left the T-shirt dangling on a bush rather than shoving it into his back pocket.  So much for honest country folk I snorted with indignation as I made my way back into my room to get dressed.  I was scrambling into my shorts when a loud screech came from the other side of the house. Leaving my nightdress on, I slithered down the steep stairs and into the back garden.

The children were huddled together on the path, slowly backing away from a monster which hissed and snapped at them.  Its black and white body had webbed, yellow feet, its head a fiendish red mask and gaping jaws.  The irate duck was bearing down on my terrified nephew and niece, who for once were silent, dumbly appealing for rescue. Overcoming my own fear, I ran towards the duck, shouting and waving my arms.  My actions only made it angrier, it now flapped huge wings and struck repeatedly at me.

‘Get off you brute!’ and various expletives had no effect either but at least I was between it and the children.


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Oh no, she’s not created yet another blog has she?

I’ve been having such a blast with reading my Kindle and book reviewing and entering new competitions and finding so much stuff to blither about, I’ve gone and re-created the Book review blog as there was such a backlog building.

This time, I’ve stuck with WordPress as it works not like some I could mention!  There will be some repeats but also updates and I’ll use both to unashamedly plug my own stuff!

Here’s the address;

http://booksandanna.wordpress.com/


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Falling for Rain by Janice Kirk and Gina Buonaguro

 

I’ve just heard from the authors of this book, that all the annoying bits I’ve ranted about have been removed since May, so what can I say but ENJOY!
This book has been in and out of the Amazon Bestsellers over the past couple of months so I thought I must have a read.  Love story, rural setting.  I loved it, strong characters, good-looking bloke, all the things that I felt weren’t tied up, were by the end, good twist and conclusion was all I could wish. It’s well written and produced too, although in a really amateur manner they had to split the word falling on their title page.  I was interested to see how a collaboration between two writers would work, and it does.

BUT   I really, really disliked the commercialism.  Twice in the text, comes a page, saying if you liked this, you’ll love our other books, blah,blah, blah.  First time had me thinking it I’d inadvertently downloaded a sample. This is so intrusive, it’s unbelievable.

This almost had me put the book down and not review it, but I have to have my rant!  If your book is good, you don’t need to be peddling it in this way. Its annoying.  I don’t want to know about your website, or the other books, except maybe at the end when I may want to read a sample of your other books, but this is AWFUL!  It’ll actually stop me reading anymore by these two.


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Cup Cake by Mariah Jones


 

What a lovely, lovely, funny  tale for all those, like me, who’ve struggled with weight issues!  Darcy is successful with her Cupcake bakery, but she just doesnt see it!   I so identified with Darcy and her problems, and had a real giggle over what happened at the bakery raid. There is so much humour there that could happen to anyone, I loved that, I’m not going to say anymore!

There was just the right amount of dramatic tension, and love.  The only thing I felt was that Thorne was just too gorgeous.  As he was the object of Darcy’s love, ok , he would seem so, beauty is in the eye of the beholder,etc, etc  but maybe if the others didn’t think him so attractive, it would  gel a little better.  After all such knock out blokes would have an array of females, although he has his reasons. Then again, he falls for Darcy, amidst all the stuff at the moment about big women, a real man who can see her heart from the start.  Lurvely!


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My way home by Cynthia Lee Cartier

I pushed the wrong button on Amazon.com and bought this by mistake, so felt I’ll have to read it on principle.  It started out with yet another marriage break up, but something in the style kept me going, and I’m so, so glad I did!

Here’s a couple who get back together again and work through it – how completely refreshing, and its well described with all the pain and doubt.  Then Cammy decides to move to Saint Gabriel, an Island somewhere off the USA. Now I have absolutely no idea where it could be, I can’t find it on the Internet, so it’s another place, someone enlighten me?   I loved the descriptions of the Island, which usually is a thing that easily bores. I think the difference is that its set in reality which makes writing so different compared to when you are creating a place in your mind’s eye.

The way the text was written made us know that Cammy settles here, for example saying Sara is her friend rather than became a friend, see what I mean. The book really does read like a personal account of someone doing a move and settling in a new place – now that’s not easy to achieve.  Cammy’s character, for example her love of lists is so simply displayed, cos there are lists in the story!

The only bit that didn’t quite gel for me was her finding her relations, I don’t think there were enough hooks earlier in the plot, but it did explain her fascination for the Island!

I’ve always loved stories of someone moving to a new place, making a new start, and can’t for the life of me imagine why. I looked back to books such as the Little White Horse, and the Herb of Grace by Elizabeth Goudge,  and The Black Hunting whip by Monica Edwards, and this is also a theme in Howard Spring‘s work, another favourite of mine.  maybe its the excitement of the new and they are all set in real places too.  Anyway, this book had it all for me!

PS.  The author herself says its Mackinac Island, Michigan , so I’m off to explore on the net.  I’m so smitten with the descriptions in the book, I just have to see!