For those of you who know me... there is a reason I take a crate of books with me when I head east each August... My hubby (aka The Porn King) becomes a 12 year old boy when staying with his parents... That means virtually no fun for me. So here is what I have been reading.
Vanilla: The Cultural History of the World's Favorite Flavor and Fragrance, by Patricia Rain
Yes, yes... I have picked this book up and put it down several times now. That is because the woman who wrote it is kind of crazy (she is the self-appointed Vanilla Queen) and frankly, I keep finding editing mistakes... Please check p. 170 if you doubt me... While it is a lovely picture of a Tahitian vanilla orchid, I can not notice the difference between the this orchid and the Vanilla planifolia.. I am sure the flower is more open in the Tahitian orchid and the color is creamier... But the picture is in BLACK AND WHITE and there is no picture of the planifolia for comparison... So I guess I will just have to take your word for it! I find at least one of these kinds of errors a chapter. As a result, I keep putting the darn thing down. I have about 50 pages left... So I am determined to finish.
The Devil's Necklace, by Kat Martin
Nothing better than reading about other people having sex even when you aren't? Right? Well not exactly... This is not Ms. Martin's best work, the sex seemed a bit stale and I didn't like the hero. And if I had to hear about how brave the heroine was one more time, I thought I might scream. Maybe horniness sucks my ability to enjoy a good bodice ripper... Especially since everything I try to masturbate someone trys to come to my room or the Porn King wakes up and acts all hurt. Not that he makes a move to relieve my suffering. BLECH.
A couple of days previously I finished...
Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell
I REALLY liked this book and kept reading aloud passage to anyone that would listen. Go buy it and read it. I like anyone that will dragging you on a trip to a cemetery and describe the tomb as looking like a gray stone nipple on the peak of a green breast of grass... Or something to that effect. Sorry... Don't have the book on me to give an exact quote... Update...The exact quote was, "It's a gray granite nipple on a fresh green breast of grass." Darn! I was close!
next up... Since aphrodisiacs, housewifely smut and death have not calmed me, I will be reading...
Cunt: A Declaration of Independence by Inga Muscio
Let's see if that will take some of the wind out of my sails, so to speak... I will let you know how it goes.
In the meantime.. Someone HELP!
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