<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:15:31.870-05:00</updated><category term='stereotypes'/><category term='comfort'/><category term='Bitching'/><category term='Cassandra Palmer Series'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='Jude Morgan'/><category term='2011'/><category term='historical fiction'/><category term='lists'/><category term='forums'/><category term='Australians'/><category term='Anita Blake Series'/><category term='nature'/><category term='Drakon Series'/><category term='Vampire Huntress Legend'/><category term='Mercedes Lackey'/><category term='self entertainment'/><category term='book forums'/><category term='authors'/><category term='Book Reviews'/><category term='Gena Showalter'/><category term='travel'/><category term='employers'/><category term='Lords of the Underworld'/><category term='Karen Chance'/><category term='anger'/><category term='mom'/><category term='History'/><category term='Americans'/><category term='Kelley Armstrong'/><category term='work'/><category term='2008'/><category term='Lorna Landvik'/><category term='Dorina Basarab series'/><category term='friends'/><category term='L. 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Hamilton'/><category term='Spirituality'/><category term='paranormal'/><category term='The Sugar Queen'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Garden Spells'/><category term='Fever series'/><title type='text'>Helena will work for books</title><subtitle type='html'>Of all the diversions of life, there is none so proper to fill up its empty spaces as the reading of useful and entertaining authors.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2973023307240340019</id><published>2011-03-16T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:41:54.807-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dianne Sylvan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Queen of Shadow - Dianne Sylvan</title><content type='html'>I read a lot of paranormal books. They all have their own special "quirks" that catch the attention and draw us in. But for the most part they're very similar, especially when it comes to vampires.  Not this book. It was different from the start and ended differently as well.  It drew me in, and had me reading non-stop. It is a violent book starting out, uncomfortably so if you're female, but necessary for the growth of the character. And grow she does, coming into her own power.  You'll notice I never give too much away when I do these critiques.  It's mostly because if this catches your eye, chances are you'll look it up on Amazon or somewhere else and learn all the plot you need to know.  All I can say is-check it out!  Dianne Sylvan is a fresh voice in an overrun paranormal world of stories.  I am so looking forward to the next book in this series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2973023307240340019?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2973023307240340019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2973023307240340019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2973023307240340019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2973023307240340019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/queen-of-shadow-dianne-sylvan.html' title='Queen of Shadow - Dianne Sylvan'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-9131603357077661560</id><published>2011-02-05T19:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T19:07:20.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gena Showalter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lords of the Underworld'/><title type='text'>Lords of the underworld series by Gena Showalter</title><content type='html'>I have a tendency to zip through books or series like some people eat a bag of chips: non-stop until I run out of stories in the series. =) Gena Showalter's Lords of the underworld was no exception. Is it "high" literature? Well, no. BUT it's a hell of a lot of fun to read. No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Titan's created an elite group of soldiers to watch out for them. Demons were caught and put into a box watched over by none other than Pandora. The soldiers not liking the Gods choice of box watcher, killed Pandora and opened the box; thereby letting loose all the ills of the world. To punish the soldiers, the Gods then housed said demons in them as a form of punishment and sent them out into the world.  After thousands of years, the Lords have come to terms with their inner demon and have tried to do some good in spite of who they house inside themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Lords split off into their own groups and settled wherever they wanted in the world. This particular set of Lords live in Budapest, in a crumbling fortress complete with dungeon. All the Lords are hunted by a fanatical group of people called, the Hunters.  The Hunters blame the Lords for all the ills of the world, rather than understanding that many of the ills of the world are caused by "free will".  The Lords and Hunters are hunting for the now lost Pandora box, now made up of Pandora's bones and 4 artifacts that will help them to find the box. Visitations by Gods, Goddesses, Angels and lower level demons either help or hinder their search.  Along the way, each of these Lords meets his match in a very special woman, with gifts or inner creatures of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, it's an interesting story line and has kept me reading it for the last several days.  There are some funny dialogues between the characters, and while the Lords do finally succumb to the special woman as they should, it's entertaining to read how they make that journey.  Overall series stars- 4 out of 5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-9131603357077661560?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9131603357077661560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=9131603357077661560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9131603357077661560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9131603357077661560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2011/02/lords-of-underworld-series-by-gena.html' title='Lords of the underworld series by Gena Showalter'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2686074284534176473</id><published>2011-01-21T21:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:20:16.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fever series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><title type='text'>Fever series by Karen Marie Moning</title><content type='html'>5 books of non-stop action. Buy all 5 before you start reading because you will be mad at yourself if you don't have all of them on hand. MacKayla Lane is young women whose life is about to change in a very big way. After her sister Alina is murdered in Dublin, MacKayla travels to the Emerald Isle to find her sisters killer. Strange events start happening almost immediately after she arrives. The strangest yet- Jericho Barrons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with Fae, Seelie &amp; Unseelie, a lost queen, a missing king and a book called the Sinsair Dubh, life for MacKayla just became a lot more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2686074284534176473?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2686074284534176473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2686074284534176473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2686074284534176473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2686074284534176473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/fever-series-by-karen-marie-moning.html' title='Fever series by Karen Marie Moning'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2248194455726003027</id><published>2009-07-17T06:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:16:28.109-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anita Blake Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurell K. Hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Skin Trade-Laurell K. Hamiton</title><content type='html'>Anita Blake receives a gift from an enemy still on the loose.  This gift leads her to Sin City where she meets up with some old friends to hunt the killer.  As always, Anita makes some new enemies as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this book because there was less sex and more personal confrontation for Anita.  She has gone through this long, arduous process as a character, that many of us go through-finding ourselves and where we fit in our lives.  She is starting to question if she can do her job well due to the fact that she is now one of the "monsters".  She is also pondering how she can juggle all the men in her life effectively while trying not to lose herself in the process of becoming whoever or whatever she is.  Lots of action and a good story line keep this book moving at a decent pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2248194455726003027?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2248194455726003027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2248194455726003027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2248194455726003027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2248194455726003027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/07/skin-trade-laurell-k-hamiton.html' title='Skin Trade-Laurell K. Hamiton'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-5900348739948606350</id><published>2009-05-06T07:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:32:34.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden Spells'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Addison Allen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sugar Queen'/><title type='text'>Garden Spells &amp; The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen</title><content type='html'>Garden Spells  and The Sugar Queen were both a one sitting read for me.  Both stories take place in the South, of which I am fond of, in small towns where everyone seems to know your business, and you, theirs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden Spells tells the story of Claire Waverly, whose family has lived in their small town for generations.  Claire is the newest resident and caretaker of a garden that is magical.  An apple tree that throws apples, vines that entwine, fruits and vegetables that taste out of this world good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sugar Queen is Josey Cirrini.  A woman who is sure of three things in her life. A woman who is stuck in a big house catering to a mother who lived a life she didn't want, and is now a bitter and terribly demanding old woman to her daughter.  One morning she awakens to find a woman in her closet.  As the book progresses, the woman, who never leaves the closet, awakens Josie to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories are similar in that both main characters are women who have things in their pasts that hold them back from living life to the fullest.  Who after some prodding and pushing come to the realization that life is passing them by and we can't always be held accountable about things/actions in our past.  Either by us, or by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both stories are funny, engaging, delightful and yes, magical. Pick up a bit of magic for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-5900348739948606350?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5900348739948606350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=5900348739948606350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5900348739948606350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5900348739948606350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/garden-spells-sugar-queen-by-sarah.html' title='Garden Spells &amp; The Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-6033687700418838850</id><published>2009-05-06T06:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:15:10.482-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorina Basarab series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassandra Palmer Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karen Chance'/><title type='text'>Cassandra Palmer series &amp; Dorina Basarb series by Karen Chance</title><content type='html'>Cassandra Palmer leads a life of non stop adventure.  In the first book, Touch the dark, we are introduced to this unlikely heroine and her friends and enemies.  Few friends- lots of enemies.  A person of the magickal persuasion, her gifts don't always work to her advantage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claimed by Shadow has Cassandra learning a bit more about her background.  And making yet more enemies along the way.  Including the Silver Circle (the supposed 'good guys') and the Black Circle.  It's hell when there's a price on your head.  Mircea, a vampire she met as a child, is causing her to second guess her feeling of friendship for something more. And then there's Pritikin...who is he really?  The answer is most interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third book, Embrace the night, we get more of an overview of her life within a vampire court.  She was raised there after her parents deaths and find that while raised in luxury, it was nothing but a gilded cage. Cassandra met some interesting vampires while at court of whom she continues to be friends with even into adulthood.  Additionally, the Pythia dies, and guess who is the new one?  Can Cassies' life get any more hectic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse the dawn, the fourth and newest installment, had me laughing almost all the way through.  Still non stop adventure with Cassie and her friends.  But there is a lot of humour in this one.  The character of Cassie is more fleshed out with further insight into her parents and background.  It has her questioning some of the things she does with regards to the men in her life, the ghosts in her life and her new status as Pythia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was meh about the 1st and 2nd books.  But by the 3rd book I was hooked on this new addition to kick ass, fighting women who live in both the paranormal and normal world.  Pick up this series and get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight's Daughter, the first in the Dorina Basarab series.  I LOVED THIS BOOK!!! Dorina is half human, half vamp.  And daddy is....Mircea.  Caustic, biting and tough as hell, (and this is on a good day) Dorina is a phenomenal character.  Several characters from  the Cassie Palmer series make an appearance, which makes for a great read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are in need of some new reading material, with escapism, try either of these series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-6033687700418838850?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6033687700418838850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=6033687700418838850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6033687700418838850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6033687700418838850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/05/cassandra-palmer-series-dorina-basarb.html' title='Cassandra Palmer series &amp; Dorina Basarb series by Karen Chance'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8014122963215649160</id><published>2009-04-20T01:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T07:44:16.406-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotypes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Australians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Americans'/><title type='text'>I hate stereotypes.</title><content type='html'>With President Obama traveling the world, breaking down barriers and showing that no, not all presidents are blithering idiots, my hope is that the world now sees Americans in a better light.  Or at least sees that we are not all the same.  Most of us are not gun toting, hate mongering idiots.  Not all of us our loud, brash and feel that you have to listen to our opinions just because we have some.  We are not all inbreeders, sex offenders, listen to bad rap or any type of rap for that matter.  Not all of us wear pounds of gold, track suits and sneakers.  Not all of us hate others who are different than us, whatever those differences may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member of a forum, well several actually,  that have members from all parts of the planet.  For the most part I enjoy them a great deal.  There is one person on one forum who makes me angry though because all he seems to do is high jack threads (and finds it oh so amusing) and U. S. bash.  He's angered some of us U.S. citizens with the stuff that he posts. What bothers me is that even after we try and correct some of the things that he says, he continues to do it.  Which now leads me to believe that probably most people from Australia are complete jerks and need to pull their heads out of their arse.  A good will ambassador he 's not.  If I was to base my opinions with regards to the Australian people from this guy; I'd have to say I would never want to visit your country.  Based on the fact that I'm an American, I'd be afraid I might be fed to a crocodile.  Or be hacked up with a knife.  Or hit me in the head with a thrown can of lager.  and I could be a jerk and say, well what do you expect from a country populated by the shipped out prisoners of England.  You have to be an asshole if your own country ships you out because you're not wanted. (I'm making a point-I don't necessarily believe this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we have some rude Americans who should never be allowed to leave our country for international destinations.  Unless deeply drugged and strapped up like Hanibal Lechter, only with a gag ball instead of a face mask.  Yes, unfortunately our last president was a nonsensical idiot that apparently dropped some good shit in the 80's and saw mass weapons of destruction where there were none. (Ghost weapons apparently).  Yes, some of us do like to tote guns, but do so responsibly. It is possible you know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak for my fellow Americans, but I can speak for myself.  If you come across one of us, give us the benefit of the doubt with regards to whatever perceived stereotypes you may have of us.  Who knows, perhaps you'll make a new friend, learn from /teach something to them.  Stereotypes and profiling as a whole suck.  But it can be stopped with a bit of effort on everyones part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8014122963215649160?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8014122963215649160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8014122963215649160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8014122963215649160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8014122963215649160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hate-stereotypes.html' title='I hate stereotypes.'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-4071916600089789556</id><published>2009-04-06T06:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:59:20.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Sebold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SdntfRiUdlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iEV6C3Bc81g/s1600-h/51FPZK95JzL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SdntfRiUdlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iEV6C3Bc81g/s320/51FPZK95JzL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321545556254029394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always read Alice Sebold's books with a bit of trepidation.  She is, after all, the author who wrote a story of a 14 year-old rape/murder victim where the victim narrates the story.  This story proves to be just as unsettling and shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen, a body model at the local college, takes care of her mother. Something she has done for the majority of her life. Her mother has struggled with depression and agoraphobia most of Helen's life.  The story unfolds with Helen having stopped by to check on her mother, as she does everyday.  During the course of their conversation, her mother soils herself.  And something within Helen snaps.  Before she knows it, she has smothered and broken her mother's nose.  Unsettling, jarring, thought provoking.  The story, told over 24 hours, weaves back and forth between time, where come to understand how Helen might do what she did.  But does it make it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this century many adult children are taking care of their parents on a day to day basis.  What toll does this take on the child?  Taking care of the person who once took care of you, who has become dependent on you for every little thing; what type of pressure does that put one under?  Add to the mix, past resentments, both real and imagined and what could happen when said child reaches their breaking point? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Ms. Sebold may make us uncomfortable with the topics she writes about; she always makes us think and confront something within ourselves we'd rather not.  I gave the book 3 out of 4 stars.  I can't say I love it because it did make me that uncomfortable.  But I do give it 3 because she writes a hell of a story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-4071916600089789556?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4071916600089789556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=4071916600089789556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4071916600089789556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4071916600089789556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-moon-by-alice-sebold.html' title='The Almost Moon by Alice Sebold'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SdntfRiUdlI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iEV6C3Bc81g/s72-c/51FPZK95JzL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-3672122112681260473</id><published>2009-04-03T02:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:16:38.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light Entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MaryJanice Davidson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Queen Betsy series by MaryJanice Davidson</title><content type='html'>Who says all vampires have to be dark &amp; brooding?  Elizabeth Taylor (Queen Betsy- Queen of the Vampires) is anything but dark or brooding.  She come off a bit superficial and vacuous.  However, she's not vacuous, she can just do things that the other vampires cannot.  Like wear a cross, say God and Jesus, pray, drink blood once a week and sneeze when someone throws holy water at her.  She is however, a bit superficial (aren't they all) and is a complete shoe whore.  (Love that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for fast, easy and entertaining- these are your books.  Did I mention that her half sister is the daughter of the devil?  No?  Well, read the books and find out how that happened.  And I think her new baby brother, also a half, is going to have something a bit hinky about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-3672122112681260473?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3672122112681260473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=3672122112681260473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/3672122112681260473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/3672122112681260473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/04/queen-betsy-series-by-maryjanice.html' title='Queen Betsy series by MaryJanice Davidson'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8949273902861714986</id><published>2009-02-13T02:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:29:13.159-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Nagel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='History'/><title type='text'>Marie-Therese, Child of Terror: The Fate of Marie Antoinette's Daughter-Susan Nagel</title><content type='html'>From Publisher's weekly: What was the fate of Marie-Thérèse (1778–1851) after the beheadings of her parents, King Louis XVI and Queen Marie Antoinette of France? Nagel, professor of humanities at Marymount Manhattan College, relates the dramatic highs and lows experienced by the woman known as Madame Royale. Her uncle, the Austrian emperor, wanted her to marry his brother, when she escaped from the Temple Prison at age 17 after three hellish years. Instead, she endured a loveless and childless marriage to her Bourbon cousin the Duc d'Angoulême, but became the close political ally of their uncle, Louis XVIII, whom she joined in his peripatetic exile and saw in his triumphant return to France in 1814 as king. Marie Thérèse survived the 1830 abdication of her father-in-law, Charles X, and died in exile. Known for her kindness and wit, she also endured persistent rumors that she was not the real Marie-Thérèse and the constant threat of abduction and assassination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be very honest, with all of the French history I've read, it never came to mind to wonder what happened to this particular child of King Louis and Marie Antoinette.  In fact, I thought all of their children died.  So I was quite happy to read this book and find that it was not so. The above review from Publisher's Weekly called the prose plodding.  I completely disagree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that there is so much back and side stories going on, I felt Ms. Nagel did a superlative job at tying all the pieces together.  Her accounting of the horrific time spent in the prison by Louis Charles and Marie Therese made me want to cry for these long people of history.  Marie Therese steadfastness in trying to have the Bourbon lineage reinstated to the throne was inspiring. If you enjoy history, and in particular French history, do pick this book up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8949273902861714986?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8949273902861714986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8949273902861714986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8949273902861714986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8949273902861714986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/marie-therese-child-of-terror-fate-of.html' title='Marie-Therese, Child of Terror: The Fate of Marie Antoinette&apos;s Daughter-Susan Nagel'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-5162187960193115603</id><published>2009-02-13T01:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:10:00.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='male authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Real men do write historical fiction</title><content type='html'>I received an email from someone who read my blog and he let me know that he writes historical fiction.  When I choose an HF book I don't check to see if it's written by a man or a woman. I'm only reading the blurb on the back and perhaps a page or 2 to see if it holds my interest. But I never stop to think is it written by a man or a woman.  Men write just as well, if at times, not better, HF than woman.  Jude Morgan's writings come to mind.....sublime and vivid imagery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my historical fiction teeth so to speak on Louis L'Amour.  My father was a huge fan and I used to read them as quickly as he was finished.  I didn't know at the time they could be construed as HF.  I just thought of them as westerns, which of course  they are that as well.  But it dawned on me after reading the email that I have quite a few male writers of Historical Fiction.  Jude Morgan, Colin Falconer, Steven Pressfield, Christian Jacq, John Speed, Wilbur Smith and James Clavell to name a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am appreciative of the email sender for reminding me that men have their foot planted firmly in this genre as well.  Male or female, it doesn't matter to me.  Just continue to give me good stories.  I am most appreciative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-5162187960193115603?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5162187960193115603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=5162187960193115603' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5162187960193115603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5162187960193115603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-men-do-write-historical-fiction.html' title='Real men do write historical fiction'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-294931768768787054</id><published>2009-02-08T08:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T08:25:22.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Huntress Legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L. A. Banks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Thirteenth- L. A. Banks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY7ZhkkAMII/AAAAAAAAAEw/x5D1rsFrDoo/s1600-h/51HaBXnpdcL._SL160_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY7ZhkkAMII/AAAAAAAAAEw/x5D1rsFrDoo/s320/51HaBXnpdcL._SL160_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300412982235246722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eleven books of non stop, ass kicking action the final story in the Vampire Huntress Legend series has been told.  Or has it?  I, for one, hope not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the non stop, ass kicking action was still there, it lacked pop and sizzle.  The excitement of reading about the Neterus and the Warriors of the Light Guardians seemed a bit blase. To be honest the whole book felt rushed and seemed to fall a bit flat.  I hate writing this, as L. A. Banks is one of my favorite writers.  Her stories are always fun to read and they make you think a bit too.  Even the bad guys seemed tired and wore out.  But perhaps, this was Ms. Banks intention.  After eleven books of action and ass kicking, perhaps she was conveying to us how tired both sides were.  Perhaps, she was caught up in the new series she's writing, Crimson Moon, and didn't have the juice left for The Thirteenth.  While I am a bit disappointed,I would tell you to still read this book or the series if you haven't.  All told- It's a hell of a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the majority of the unanswered questions get answered, with the addition of the newest little characters, new questions and possible story lines abound.  It is my hope, and probably many others, that she will once again write about the Neterus and the Guardians. Here's hoping that Ms. Banks will continue on with this series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-294931768768787054?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/294931768768787054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=294931768768787054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/294931768768787054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/294931768768787054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/thirteenth-l-banks.html' title='The Thirteenth- L. A. Banks'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY7ZhkkAMII/AAAAAAAAAEw/x5D1rsFrDoo/s72-c/51HaBXnpdcL._SL160_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-7818465291643052587</id><published>2009-02-07T12:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:58:10.755-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Night Huntress series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeaniene Frost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>The Night huntress series by Jeaniene Frost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY3IrOk1uSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jmHnE4t3fVI/s1600-h/51T%2B3oIo29L._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY3IrOk1uSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jmHnE4t3fVI/s320/51T%2B3oIo29L._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300112981457484066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY3IrCaIaKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ut_nWayu6W0/s1600-h/5125VFvfyXL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY3IrCaIaKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ut_nWayu6W0/s320/5125VFvfyXL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300112978191345826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY3Ihx8murI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8BA2xq5NiZc/s1600-h/41p7u5n03JL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY3Ihx8murI/AAAAAAAAAEY/8BA2xq5NiZc/s320/41p7u5n03JL._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300112819153713842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night huntress series is the story of Cat Crawford,  who is half human, half vampire.  In the first book, Halfway to the grave she meets Bones, who personally,reminds me a bit of Spike from the Buffy series.  Bones teaches Cat how to kill vampires (the bad ones) and come to terms with who and what she is.  Along the way they fall in love, only to be spilt apart at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one foot in the grave, flash forward 4 years and Cat is now a special agent, who works for a secret government agency-killing vampires.  Cat is to kill a vampire who has killed some human servants.  Lo and behold, he is the sire of Bones, her one true love.  Instead of killing the vampire, she passes a message through him to Bones.  Guess who shows back up in her life?  But instead of becoming a hinderance, Bones, helps to make the secret agency better by sharing knowledge and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At grave's end has Cat and Bones planning a wedding, theirs, and fighting off the vampiric spells and becoming co-leaders of Bones line.  Death does seem to follow these two at a non stop rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting and steamy series that has me hooked and awaiting the next book in the series.  Interesting characters, good plots, a kick ass 1/2 vamp, 1/2 human female and her sexy vampire lover.  What more could you ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-7818465291643052587?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7818465291643052587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=7818465291643052587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7818465291643052587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7818465291643052587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/night-huntress-series-by-jeaniene-frost.html' title='The Night huntress series by Jeaniene Frost'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SY3IrOk1uSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jmHnE4t3fVI/s72-c/51T%2B3oIo29L._SL160_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-dp,TopRight,12,-18_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8255421411657749474</id><published>2009-02-05T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T10:07:49.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirituality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iyanla Vanzant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>In the meantime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SYsAgooHn2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xXLrSscqipk/s1600-h/image_book.php.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SYsAgooHn2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xXLrSscqipk/s320/image_book.php.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299329947193024354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyanla Vanzant writes a very helpful book.  By this, I mean she lays out what is required by someone to make through meantime situations.  Meantime meaning, those times when life is in chaos and turmoil and you have no idea how to get yourself back on track.   While the topic is about finding love, I felt it was more about finding love of self and going from there.  Her use of a house for the analogy of self was great.  Starting in the basement and moving upwards, cleaning out garbage, grease and crap along the way.  The book makes you think and that is not a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, very good to read when you are having a meantime moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8255421411657749474?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8255421411657749474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8255421411657749474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8255421411657749474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8255421411657749474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/in-meantime.html' title='In the meantime...'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SYsAgooHn2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xXLrSscqipk/s72-c/image_book.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-9166335147098546193</id><published>2009-01-29T04:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T04:22:43.659-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelley Armstrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The otherworld series'/><title type='text'>Men of the Otherworld-Kelley Armstrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SYFx6zJeQKI/AAAAAAAAADo/nARHaTlCy6Y/s1600-h/51PqglvETWL._SL160_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SYFx6zJeQKI/AAAAAAAAADo/nARHaTlCy6Y/s320/51PqglvETWL._SL160_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296639891740704930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Product Description:&lt;/span&gt; New York Times bestselling author Kelley Armstrong has captivated readers with her spellbinding Women of the Otherworld series. Now, for the first time, in this collection of four tales she gives center stage to the men who love these sexy, supernatural women—the men who live on the other side of humanity…the wild side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a curious six-year-old, Clayton didn’t resist the bite—he asked for it. But surviving as a lone child-werewolf was more than he could manage—until Jeremy came along and taught him how to straddle the human-werewolf worlds, gave him a home…and introduced him to the Pack. So begins this tantalizing volume, featuring three of the most intriguing members of the American Pack—a hierarchical founding family where bloodlines mean everything and each day presents a new, thrilling, and often deadly challenge. For as Clayton grows from a wild child to a clever teen who tests his beloved mentor at every turn, he must learn not only to control his animal instincts but to navigate Pack politics—including showing his brutal archnemesis, Malcolm, who the real Alpha is.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the nature of fear, weakness, and courage, to the triumph of belonging and the complications of love and loyalty, these mesmerizing tales reveal the trials of a werewolf coming-of-age, and lay bare the hearts and minds of the men strong enough for the women of the Otherworld—and adept enough to take on two worlds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My review:&lt;/span&gt; The story starts out with Jeremy Danvers conception, birth and kidnapping by his father.  All male werewolves are to be raised by their fathers according to Pack Law.  Luckily for Jeremy, his grandfather takes care of him and not his father Malcolm.  There's more to Jeremy than just being a werewolf. He has other abilities passed on to him by his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that back story on Jeremy, we then move onto Clayton's story and how he came to be part of the Pack.  His story is told from just before he is bitten up to age 18. It gives us a better understanding of who and why clayton is the way he is.  The book ends with a bit more on Jeremy up to the current story line in the other books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley Armstrong writes interesting characters and brings them to life through vivid story telling.  I always enjoy her books.  My only problem is, she writes so well, I get caught up in the story and don't want to put the book down until I've read through to the end. A great installment to The Otherworld series.  I am looking forward to forthcoming books on the other Men of the Otherworld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-9166335147098546193?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9166335147098546193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=9166335147098546193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9166335147098546193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9166335147098546193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/men-of-otherworld-kelley-armstrong.html' title='Men of the Otherworld-Kelley Armstrong'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SYFx6zJeQKI/AAAAAAAAADo/nARHaTlCy6Y/s72-c/51PqglvETWL._SL160_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-7655808508623831165</id><published>2009-01-28T09:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T09:47:44.658-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>How do you do that and other musings</title><content type='html'>I get asked all the time on one of my book forums"How do you read so many books at one time?"  The answer is different genres.  Some writers stories are "faster" than others, so they are easy to zip through, yet keep me entertained.  Only once have I read 2 books where the story lines took place during the same time period in the same country and the female characters had the same name. Yes, it did get a bit confusing when I picked up one book and thought to myself "Wasn't she doing this",only to realize my mistake and finish one of them off with a quickness.  Another question I get asked "in real life" by people is how do you remember what all the books are about?  Easy.  I've always had that knack.  It's especially easy if I really like the author and their work.  It has obviously made an impression and comes in handy when it's a series story line.  Sometimes the follow up books don't seem to come fast enough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, because I am looking for employment adding to my books I've read list is quite easy.  You can only surf for jobs for so long.  And that in itself is a job- never let anyone tell you differently.  My typical day starts at 5:30 a.m. with coffee, cats and laptop on the patio. I surf the employment sites,which lately, unfortunately, doesn't take long.   I look at my forums and sites I belong to, do postings as I see fit, and then go back to the employment sites for one last look just to make sure there's nothing new or I didn't miss something. Since that takes a couple hours out of my day, I then move onto chores to be done and then I can read for really long chunks of time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are grown and out on their own, so the only dependents I now have are my furry kids, and they're pretty self sufficient as long as I keep their feeding schedule.  Gods help me if I should be 5 minutes late.  Then there is much crankiness and bitching from ChinaMoon kitty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-7655808508623831165?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7655808508623831165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=7655808508623831165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7655808508623831165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7655808508623831165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-do-you-do-that-and-other-musings.html' title='How do you do that and other musings'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-9166715772978031184</id><published>2009-01-24T09:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:29:15.185-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire Huntress Legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L. A. Banks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Another powerhouse installment in the Vampire Huntress Legend</title><content type='html'>If you haven't read any of these books-you should!  An interesting take on the end of days scenarios, her series incorporates characters of all religious beliefs coming together.  They take on demons and the Big Daddy of all demons-Lucifer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incorporating mythos from all religions, from Christianity to Egyptian, L. A. Banks stories make you think, have an adventure and cheer on the good guys.  Her characters are edgy, everyday type people coming from all walks of life, races and religious beliefs, who evolve each book into more complex and complete characters.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like urban paranormal reads-pick up this series. While the first book, Minion, is a bit hard to get through, make the effort.  And then move onto the rest.  I dare say-you won't be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-9166715772978031184?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9166715772978031184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=9166715772978031184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9166715772978031184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9166715772978031184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-powerhouse-installment-in.html' title='Another powerhouse installment in the Vampire Huntress Legend'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-4188082438396187790</id><published>2009-01-19T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:02:07.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorna Landvik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Life rarely makes the same plans you do. *The view from Mount Joy by Lorna Landvik*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SXSjsEQqlDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/18xNfZVL0Q8/s1600-h/image_book.php.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SXSjsEQqlDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/18xNfZVL0Q8/s320/image_book.php.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293035439520388146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So says the character of Joe Andresen.  And he should know.  His story starts out with a move to a new town where he meets Kristi Casey in high school.  Along the way, both of their lives change in ways neither of them expected.  Of the two, I'd say Joe's life was much more meaningful and joy filled.  While Kristi may have ended up in the public eye, she always came back to Joe as the one friend who kept all things real with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that our plans and life's rarely coincide, but it can be an adventure along the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-4188082438396187790?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4188082438396187790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=4188082438396187790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4188082438396187790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4188082438396187790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-rarely-makes-same-plans-you-do.html' title='Life rarely makes the same plans you do. *The view from Mount Joy by Lorna Landvik*'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SXSjsEQqlDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/18xNfZVL0Q8/s72-c/image_book.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-4786487955836085833</id><published>2008-12-27T13:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:11:16.179-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Historical Fiction</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Duchess by Susan Holloway Scott.  A fabulous read about Sarah Jennings Churchill.  Yes, she was related to Sir Winston Churchill and Princess Diana. In a world where women were expected to trade on their sexuality in order to get ahead, she refused and instead, made her own way.  Married to John Churchill, one of the premier war strategist of that time, between the two of them they faced much hardship and seemingly unending intrigues.  Sarah became great friends with Princess Anne, who went on to become Queen Anne, and towards the end, was thrown to the wayside by her great friend.  Richness of historical fact and a wonderful story line kept me hooked from page one.  I am looking forward to her next book I have Royal Harlot: A Novel of the Countess Castlemaine and King Charles II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading Consequences by Penelope Lively. Sublime is the word when describing this novel.  With minimal words, Lively is capable of expressing so much, telling an in depth story with out going into great detail.  This story is about three generations of women and how the past is never very far behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-4786487955836085833?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4786487955836085833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=4786487955836085833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4786487955836085833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4786487955836085833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/historical-fiction.html' title='Historical Fiction'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-6632288351911252605</id><published>2008-12-15T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:29:29.517-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='closure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The 2008 closure post</title><content type='html'>I stated my blog beginning of this year and oh my, how time has flown.  What started out to be a blog strictly about books and my thoughts on them, has become a venue for my thoughts on books as well as how I perceive some of the things that have gone in the world.  Along the way, I have mourned a loss, lost 2 televisions and vented about July 4th.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally I have lost 2 jobs due to downsizing and now face 2009 with apprehension and yes, hope.  What will this new year bring about? We are about to see changes take place in the American government that are unprecedented. I, for one, am looking forward to seeing what our new president will bring about and what legacy he will leave.  I am also looking forward to the changes that will happen in my life.  For good or bad, they will make me appreciate what I have now, the lessons I will learn along the way and hopefully make me a stronger person. Strength through adversity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your holidays are filled with joy and blessings.  Make memories, be thankful for what you have and ring in the New Year with gusto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-6632288351911252605?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6632288351911252605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=6632288351911252605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6632288351911252605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6632288351911252605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-closure-post.html' title='The 2008 closure post'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-343496180738592314</id><published>2008-12-08T08:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:57:52.809-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book forums'/><title type='text'>Anobii vs. Shelfari</title><content type='html'>Initially, I liked Shelfari. But some stuff popped off with some other members and I removed myself.  A friend introduced me to Anobii, and I've been hooked ever since. Members of Anobii seem to be a different breed of people altogether.  More serious if you will, about what they read.  I don't know why this is, but I am thankful for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like to read, and like discussing what you read, stop by Anobii and sign up.  It's free and very entertaining.  And while I am back on Shelfari, it doesn't hold the lure as it once did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, there is Bookweazle.  No need to list your books, just another place to discuss them.  Stop by and sign up.  This too is free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-343496180738592314?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/343496180738592314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=343496180738592314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/343496180738592314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/343496180738592314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/12/anobii-vs-shelfari.html' title='Anobii vs. Shelfari'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8058024365809810235</id><published>2008-10-26T06:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:05:15.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mercedes Lackey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><title type='text'>Mercedes Lackey</title><content type='html'>I have become enamored of Mercedes Lackey's Elemental Masters &amp; Elemental Masters Fairy Tales.  Each of these books has characters that have  mastered working with one of the 4 elements.  Earth, Air, Fire and Water.  She goes into great description of the attached elementals for each of the elements and how they can be utilized by the Masters.   All take place in the mid 1800's through the 1930's.  Her characters are realistic and yes, there is a bit of romance.  Her descriptions of the mores and thoughts in those times are spot on.  (I am so glad I live in today's world.)  Below is a list of her books in these series in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elemental Masters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serpent's shadow&lt;br /&gt;The gates of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Phoenix and Ashes&lt;br /&gt;The wizard of London&lt;br /&gt;Reserved for the cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Elemental Masters Fairy Tales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firebird (Russian folk tales) &lt;br /&gt;The fire rose  (Beauty &amp; the Beast)&lt;br /&gt;The Black Swan  (Swan Lake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to starting her Five hundred kingdoms series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8058024365809810235?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8058024365809810235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8058024365809810235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8058024365809810235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8058024365809810235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/mercedes-lackey.html' title='Mercedes Lackey'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2775358624374667886</id><published>2008-10-26T06:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T11:05:50.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jude Morgan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='historical fiction'/><title type='text'>Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets  by Jude Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SQRPtB0RrWI/AAAAAAAAACo/DODAc2FpB0U/s1600-h/51yzS0Us3nL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SQRPtB0RrWI/AAAAAAAAACo/DODAc2FpB0U/s320/51yzS0Us3nL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261417899675987298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon description: The attempted suicide of Mary Wollstonecraft opens this carefully researched, deeply imagined and gorgeously written novel about the Romantic poets, as seen by the women who loved them: Mary Wollstonecraft's daughter, Mary Shelley, who fell scandalously in love with then-married Percy Bysshe Shelley and wrote Frankenstein at age 19; the passionate but untethered Lady Caroline Lamb, who never got over her love for Lord Byron; charming Fanny Brawne, devoted to her consumptive fiancé, Keats; and Augusta Leigh, half-sister to Byron, notorious for her incestuous affair with him. Dense, empathetic, detailed portraits of each woman lift them above their iconography; even Byron, in all his famous charm, is convincingly rendered. The poets, of course, are doomed—Byron, fighting in the Greek war of independence, dies of fever; Shelley perishes in a boating accident; and Keats succumbs to consumption. Morgan concludes with a series of carefully crafted plateaus that evocatively capture the women in varied states of acceptance, ambivalence and longing after their losses. Augusta, whose appealing calm and optimism is all the more paradoxical in light of her taboo-shattering decision to sleep with her half-brother, Byron, makes for a particularly fascinating character study. Mary Shelley, clear-eyed, solemn and terribly intelligent, also emerges as three-dimensional and compelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My review: A sublime, beautifully written book that engages the reader from the start.  I found the characters interestingly flawed and very real.  Jude morgan has a deft hand with his writing and was able to bring these historical people to life in a way that made you feel as if you know them.  This book has made it on my favorites list and I look forward to reading more of his works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2775358624374667886?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2775358624374667886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2775358624374667886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2775358624374667886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2775358624374667886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/10/passion-novel-of-romantic-poets-by-jude.html' title='Passion: A Novel of the Romantic Poets  by Jude Morgan'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SQRPtB0RrWI/AAAAAAAAACo/DODAc2FpB0U/s72-c/51yzS0Us3nL._SL160_PIsitb-dp-arrow,TopRight,21,-23_SH30_OU01_AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-3175866995996958068</id><published>2008-09-19T20:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:45:11.651-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust.</title><content type='html'>I am bewildered how I blew up 2 t.v.s in less than 2 months.  Mind you, they are over 14 years old, so I am not taking personally.   However, I find it funny (ha ha) and funny (weird) that they both decided to die out within weeks of each other.  Yet another sign that I am right to not be watching t.v. at all.  Ah well, at least books cannot blow up on you..... or can they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-3175866995996958068?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3175866995996958068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=3175866995996958068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/3175866995996958068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/3175866995996958068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust.'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8989133772266271794</id><published>2008-08-22T20:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:16:06.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranormal'/><title type='text'>Paranormal reads</title><content type='html'>I read a lot of these books.  I am still rather new to them and have found I like them a great deal.  Following is a list of some of my favorites, which include some of the better known writers.  Let me know of some other ones I may be missing out on.  These are in no particular order of favorites.  I love them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. E. Murphy- The Walker Papers trilogy &amp; The Negotiator series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley Damsgaard- Abby &amp; Ophelia series.  I want a grandma just like Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Briggs- Love her werewolf/shapeshifter people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurell K. Hamilton- need I say more.  Was worried for a bit, but she seems to have all the storylines back on an even keel. And even when they seemed a bit off, it still made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelley Armstrong- Have liked her writing from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilith St. Crow- Dante Valentine series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna Black- Great storyline and cool twist on demon possession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A. Banks-Vampire Huntress Legend.  Wonderful blend of many races, religions all kicking demon/bad vamp ass.  She rocks! And the new Crimson Moon series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne C. Stein-  Anna Strong Chronicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Caine- The weather warden series.  Djinn!!!  This was so needed as I could never find any story lines with them &lt;br /&gt;included.  Not to mention that she includes a soundtrack listing of what she listened to while writing and it all makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicki Pettersson- Who knew super heros could be so cool?  And even have good fashion sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Warren for her Others series.  This is really the series that got me hooked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie McAllister- for humorous paranormal books.  Wish that "dog" Jim was real.  He's a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is huge.  Shana Abe, Jim Butcher, Kim Harrison, Carrie Vaughn to name a few more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8989133772266271794?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8989133772266271794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8989133772266271794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8989133772266271794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8989133772266271794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/paranormal-reads.html' title='Paranormal reads'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8032976339372985696</id><published>2008-08-14T05:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T05:46:08.662-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Reading, reading and yet more reading</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I posted a blog about books.  So here goes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have currently finished all 5 of the books by Shirley Dammsgaard in her Ophelia &amp; Abby Mystery series.  The first book started off a bit slow, but the series did pick up by the second book and the author seemed to become comfortable with her characters.  Well done to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently reading Gale Force by Rachel Caine.  Gale Force is the 7th book in the Weather Warden series and the series as a whole is written quite well and highly entertaining.  I have waiting in the wings Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Myer.  I am neither on team Edward or Team Jacob as I don't care who Bella ends up with.  Bella at times annoys the hell out of me and I wish one of them would just shake her til her eyes roll back in her head.  But the plot is interesting, so there you go.  It's why I keep reading them.  Kelley Armstrong's a favorite writer of mine, so I could not pass up her new YA The Summoning.  Very glad I didn't.  Her younger characters are as realistic as her adult characters.  Well, as much as one can be with super powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also trying to still kick start my classics reading to no avail.  Perhaps the weather has something to do with that.  I will get at least one read before the end of the year.  Perhaps I'll make it one of my new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8032976339372985696?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8032976339372985696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8032976339372985696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8032976339372985696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8032976339372985696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/08/reading-reading-and-yet-more-reading.html' title='Reading, reading and yet more reading'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-7432696958996918261</id><published>2008-06-27T05:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T05:54:13.846-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>When the television dies..</title><content type='html'>My t.v. has gone on the fritz.  I have access to another one, but to be honest, I am enjoying my time away from it.  Not to mention that t.v.'s are so expensive, as all they sell nowadays is flat screens.    So I have had to take my entertainment from other places.  Like for instance, reading.  Not that I watched much to begin with...usually Sunday's I watched some sort of mindless entertainment whilst doing the housework, laundry, etc. Not anymore.  Over the past couple weeks I've read some very good books. Had my t.v. not gone on the fritz, it would have been awhile before I got to them.  And between the couple of challenges I am embarking on, I should be quite busy over the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I have discovered scrap booking.  That's quite enjoyable as well.  Looking through old pictures of loved ones far away and no longer with us.  I watch as my children go from infant to grown men...all over again. Putting pictures together to tell small stories. Being creative.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it has given me some time to really connect with the new cat, formerly known as Angus-forever known now as Forest or Gump.  I have never met a cat that is so, well, stupid.  He's the only cat I know who trips over his own feet. Which makes me laugh so hard.  Poor thing.  But he's also quite loving.  He will stretch himself up on my leg to be picked up and cuddled.  Trust me, the diva known as ChinaMoon would never do this.  It's beneath her.  So Gump spends a lot of time cuddled up on me whilst I read.  I find I like that.  And I also like him and am growing quite fond of him.  Still not orange, still not magickal, but he is in a class all his own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying myself away from the idiot box.  And I may never replace it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-7432696958996918261?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7432696958996918261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=7432696958996918261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7432696958996918261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7432696958996918261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-television-dies.html' title='When the television dies..'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-9130867381024716421</id><published>2008-05-24T08:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:20:06.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Angus- the new cat on our block</title><content type='html'>He came by his name in a funny, odd way.  His fur reminds me of a cow hide.  And I was listening to Thunderstruck by AC/DC after I first met him.  So Angus he became.  Sweet tempered and a beta male, he loves nothing more than to be cuddled and loved on.  Problem is... he's not Hobbs, he's not orange, mean, and well, he's a pussy.  No pun intended.  Poor baby.  We got him for ChinaMoon as she stopped eating and spent 2 weeks crying after we lost Hobbs.  I wasn't ready to lose another cat, so enter Angus.  I was not, and in reality, still am not ready for this cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is till hurting, I still cry for Hobbs, although not as much, but the aching void is still there.  And Angus can't fill it.  To be fair, he shouldn't have too.  Angus is not a kitten, he's about 18 months old and as unfamiliar to me as I am to him.  Had I gotten him as a kitten, he would have been mommied and therefore been my kitty.  Don't get me wrong.  I would never hurt or take less than the best care of him.  I pet him and cuddle him, but he's not mine.  I can't seem to drop the wall and let him in no matter how much I try. So thank goodness for my husband, who was not as attached to Hobbs as I was, and still am.  Angus has picked up on this and goes to him for love and assurance.  ChinaMoon and I, while we tolerate him, he will be a long time in becoming part of the shadow posse, if ever.  An orange ghost still follows me with her (not literally) and I still sometimes hear his meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Angus, like ChinaMoon, is a magickal dud. Which just sucks for me big time.  I need, want and like that interaction with a familiar.  I may need to get a third cat eventually.  One of my choosing, when I'm ready.  But for the time being, I will have to be content with the two pieces of lap candy I am currently residing with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-9130867381024716421?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9130867381024716421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=9130867381024716421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9130867381024716421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/9130867381024716421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/angus-new-cat-on-our-block.html' title='Angus- the new cat on our block'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-1209143950683063783</id><published>2008-05-18T08:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:31:30.223-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort'/><title type='text'>Happiness is a good book and a comfy place to read it.</title><content type='html'>And I do everything I can to make myself happy.  Last week was the week from HELL!  Expensive plumbing problem (fixed), child in a car accident (he's fine.  the car still has a bit to go.), work pressures from idiot people who go into business with out a clue and then expect you to pull a miracle out of thin air... (it's gonna cost you dude.  get real).  So at the end of the week your girl here was exhausted, shot out and in major need of some R &amp; R.  Looking around my office/dressing space, I realized I have no where to sit in there that's comfy, a nook, a cranny, a reading space.  Enter Pier 1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Pier 1. It smells good, has pretty things and I drool every time I go in there.  I wanty, I likey but it's ridiculously over priced.  However, this time around, I went in on a mission.  (Cue music)  I entered and zoomed right for the papsans.  I used to have one until it was taken over by large brat child who took it with him to new home.  Hey, he broke it in to fit his ass and it wouldn't have been comfortable for me.  So I let him take it.  Anywho, there they were, pretty new papasans with gorgeous bright fabrics and comfy pillows galore.  I fell into shiny object mode right away.  And they were on sale.  Who says comfort has to cost a pretty penny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I bought one with matching stool and 2 pillows.  I came home rearranged my room a bit so it fits right under the front windows for the diffused light.  Set it up, took a shower, got a snack, drink and current book and settled in.  Whereupon, I promptly fell asleep.  It was a good nap too.  Short, but good.  As soon as the brat gets himself back home, I can settle more into my space.  And I for one, can't wait.  The siren call of a comfortable reading spot with a good book=bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-1209143950683063783?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1209143950683063783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=1209143950683063783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1209143950683063783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1209143950683063783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/happiness-is-good-book-and-comfy-place.html' title='Happiness is a good book and a comfy place to read it.'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-4637419428663117181</id><published>2008-05-09T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:12:36.743-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>Mothers</title><content type='html'>With Mother's Day right around the corner (Sunday), obviously it's time to honor the one who gave birth to you.  But what do you do if you detest the one who gave birth to you?  And what if, say, she was replaced with a horrid Step monster?  Well, do what I do.  Honor yourself if you're a mum.  If you overcame the horrid parenting that was, unfortunately, your luck to have, then I say honor yourself.  Granted the majority of us probably came from a somewhat dysfunctional family.  And like many of my friends and others I know, we survived.  To become better parents hopefully.  It's a hard job being a mom.  whether you work or not.  Frankly, having been both a working mom and a stay  at home mom, I preferred the working mom scene.  Yes, it was difficult juggling, sorting, etc.  But at least it kept you from going insane and you got some adult conversation to boot.  Course, back then, most of us didn't have the internet, so chances are, many moms are logged into forums, etc. and keeping up with what's new in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, happy mother's day to the moms of the world who make it all good in their children's worlds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-4637419428663117181?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4637419428663117181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=4637419428663117181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4637419428663117181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4637419428663117181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers.html' title='Mothers'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-479258619278312938</id><published>2008-04-14T19:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:53:54.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>For my cat Hobbs</title><content type='html'>I have two cats. One named Hobbs and one named ChinaMoon.  Hobbs is an orange male tabby that I have had for almost 13 years.  In the last two weeks I have watched him go from a healthy, older cat to an unhealthy, losing his hair older cat.  I have been to vets and emergency clinics and they all tell me the same thing-he is old and he is dying.  And I feel as if a part of me is wasting away as well.  Now I am faced with euthanizing a cat who has been a part of my family for a very long time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While ChinaMoon is your typical feline, Hobbs is so much more than to me. He is also my familiar who has taken part in many rituals.  Together, he and I have accomplished some magickal workings that were quite intense and well, magical.  I can't begin to fathom how I will proceed in my endeavors without him.  I just know I will, but they will be missing a key player.  Animals become a part of the family.  They make us laugh, they make us cry.  They give unconditional love and we become a part of their pact, or in the case of cats, their pards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I will go on without him, but it's going to be a very bumpy ride for a bit.  He has been my protector, my confidant, my solace when lonely.  His fur has absorbed countless tears.  And his ears should be bald for all the strokes they have received from me.  But he is kind of a mean ass cat and will only tolerate that so much, except for recently.  Of late he has been showing me a lot of affection. And that tells me right there that somethings wrong with him.  It's almost as if he's saying goodbye to me. I am so happy to have been his pet.  LOL  His waitstaff, "bathroom" cleaner and blanket washer.  Goddess of catnip and lost toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss you my furry friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-479258619278312938?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/479258619278312938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=479258619278312938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/479258619278312938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/479258619278312938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-my-cat-hobbs.html' title='For my cat Hobbs'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-3044340415281829095</id><published>2008-04-08T18:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T08:26:35.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networks'/><title type='text'>Opinionated people</title><content type='html'>I like when people have an opinion and stick to it.  Nothing you or anyone else can say will make them change their minds.  At times, it seems a bit tunnel visioned, but, I like their sticking to it mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The It's a bitch thing forum (www.itsabitchthing.com/forum) has just those kinds of people on there.  Everyone expressing their opinions on several threads....amazing.  And aside from the rare ass, nothing flames up and causes problems between members.  We actually are a very tight knit group for being spread out worldwide. But we enjoy when we get sassy opinionated new members who join in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come join us and see for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-3044340415281829095?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3044340415281829095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=3044340415281829095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/3044340415281829095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/3044340415281829095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/04/opinionated-people.html' title='Opinionated people'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-1291074733394069695</id><published>2008-03-30T16:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:52:11.007-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shana Abe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drakon Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>The dream thief- Shana Abe {Drakon series-Book 2} 4 stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/R-__-gY0KII/AAAAAAAAABQ/66ZJmGibTSM/s1600-h/21gp-GOIIPL._AA115_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/R-__-gY0KII/AAAAAAAAABQ/66ZJmGibTSM/s200/21gp-GOIIPL._AA115_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183643145437718658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second book on the series picks up with Kit and Rue Langford's daughter Lia.  A delightful series that keeps getting better with each book.  Love shape shifters, you'll love this book as well as the first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-1291074733394069695?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1291074733394069695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=1291074733394069695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1291074733394069695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1291074733394069695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-thief-shana-abe-drakon-series.html' title='The dream thief- Shana Abe {Drakon series-Book 2} 4 stars'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/R-__-gY0KII/AAAAAAAAABQ/66ZJmGibTSM/s72-c/21gp-GOIIPL._AA115_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-4072911204907722706</id><published>2008-03-30T05:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T05:52:11.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shana Abe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drakon Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>The smoke thief- Shana Abe  {Book 1} 4 Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/R-9vQwY0KHI/AAAAAAAAABI/VsXhGqZvYPs/s1600-h/51PBKKJC6XL._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/R-9vQwY0KHI/AAAAAAAAABI/VsXhGqZvYPs/s200/51PBKKJC6XL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183484029784303730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book!  Set in the late 1700's, it is a story of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Drakon&lt;/span&gt;, humanoid dragons that live very secluded from the Others (regular people).  Like wolves, the drakon mate for life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book Description:&lt;br /&gt;For centuries they’ve lived in secret among northern England’s green and misted hills. Creatures of extraordinary beauty, power, and sensuality, they possess the ability to shape-shift from human to dragon and back again. Now their secret–and their survival–is threatened by a temptation that will break every boundary....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dubbed the Smoke Thief, a daring jewel thief is confounding the London police. His wealthy victims claim the master burglar can walk through walls and vanish into thin air. But Christoff, the charismatic Marquess of Langford, knows the truth: the thief is no ordinary human but a “runner” who’s fled Darkfrith without permission. As Alpha leader of the dra´kon, it’s Kit’s duty to capture the fugitive before the secrets of the tribe are revealed to mortals. But not even Kit suspects that the Smoke Thief could be a woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa Rue Hawthorne knew her dangerous exploits would attract the attention of the dra´kon. But she didn’t expect Christoff himself to come to London, dangling the tribe’s most valuable jewel–the Langford Diamond–as bait. For as long as she could remember, Rue had lived the life of a halfling–half dra´kon, half mortal–and an outcast in both worlds. She’d always loved the handsome and willful Kit from the only place it was safe: from afar. But now she was no longer the shy, timid girl she’d once been. She was the first woman capable of making the Turn in four generations. So why did she still feel the same dizzying sense of vulnerability whenever he was near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment he saw her, Kit knew that the alluring and powerful beauty was every bit his Alpha equal and destined to be his bride. And by the harsh laws of the dra´kon, Rue knew that she was the property of the marquess. But they will risk banishment and worse for a chance at something greater. For now Rue is his prisoner, the diamond has disappeared, and she’s made the kind of dangerous proposition a man like Kit cannot resist....In this bewitching novel, Shana Abé transports us into a world of exhilarating romance and magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-4072911204907722706?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4072911204907722706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=4072911204907722706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4072911204907722706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/4072911204907722706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/smoke-thief-shana-abe-book-1-4-stars.html' title='The smoke thief- Shana Abe  {Book 1} 4 Stars'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/R-9vQwY0KHI/AAAAAAAAABI/VsXhGqZvYPs/s72-c/51PBKKJC6XL._AA240_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-7174456540858026755</id><published>2008-03-28T17:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:53:10.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networks'/><title type='text'>Feel like bitching?  Blowing off some steam?</title><content type='html'>http://itsabitchthing.com/forum/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above is a link to a phenomenal forum.  Phenomenal in that you can vent your spleen about anything you want.  Sure, there may be those who disagree with you, and perhaps there may be some testiness.  But isn't this why we vent anyway?  To get it out and perhaps get some feed back.  There is no flaming allowed as the administrators are very careful about what's posted, i.e. no personal attacks allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come see us.  We're very friendly bitches.  Who knows- you may make some new friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-7174456540858026755?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7174456540858026755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=7174456540858026755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7174456540858026755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7174456540858026755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/feel-like-bitching-blowing-off-some.html' title='Feel like bitching?  Blowing off some steam?'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-6131688117386822272</id><published>2008-03-19T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T23:14:56.115-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Depression not of the economy</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here trying to think about what to write for my blog.  In the forefront of my thoughts is that I will soon be coming up to 2 months of having not worked.  Granted, I know there are others going through the same problem for a much longer period of time.  Not to be a bitch, but while I do feel for those people my main concern is me and my household.  And please don't tell me things can be worse- I am very aware of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very disheartening to put myself out there on the sporadic interview calls I do get, only to either A: never hear back from them, or B: be told I don't have enough experience.  Which is complete and utter bullshit as I have over 22 years in pretty much the same industry and 16 years doing accounting.  So I'm not a CPA.  I don't want to be a CPA and never have.  what I do have is real life experience which you are not going to get by sitting your ass in a classroom and taking tests.  I have watched as college graduates have folded like a piece of origami paper when the first real life work horror unfolds. Someone pass me popcorn as now it gets really good. See how your degree helps you out now.  I am not saying education is a bad thing.  what I am saying is that it doesn't prepare you for real life scenarios to the degree that you need to be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in my previous post, I am taking a road trip on Friday.  This trip is two-fold, as I need to get out of my house for a bit and see some new scenery and also, I want to see the area where my son lives for a possible move in the future.  See, I live in "Sunny S.FL" and I detest this area with every fiber of my being.  Every day more and more strip malls are going up, which will in all likely hood, rent to new businesses which will be out of business within a year.  We don't need any more stinking strip malls.  It's almost mandatory that you be bilingual and I refuse to learn a second language because some body who immigrated here is too fucking lazy to learn English.  I was born here, therefore, I speak English.  There's more and more ads placed for bilingual people, which makes me feel as if I'm a second rate citizen in my own country.  To top it off, the majority of the employers want to pay a pittance, but you need a laundry list of experience.  And if you have the requirements to meet said laundry list, they have the balls to tell you you're not qualified enough.  It's enough to almost make me want to put a stiletto heel  through someone's forehead.  But then I would ruin a perfectly good pair of shoes and that would piss me off no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this has left me feeling a bit fragile, a bit like I've been pissed on and it's pissing me off as well.  I have no control and that really makes me mad.  So I've made a deal with myself, the next time someone wastes my time, I'm going to say something about it.  Because my time I do control and no one has the right to waste it but me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-6131688117386822272?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6131688117386822272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=6131688117386822272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6131688117386822272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6131688117386822272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/depression-not-of-economy.html' title='Depression not of the economy'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8573998362948257664</id><published>2008-03-17T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:22:32.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>Road trip</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a road trip to go see my son.  I leave Friday and return Tuesday.  The fun thing about this road trip is that it's the 1st time I ever done so by myself.  Kind of sad at 41, but there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a bit over 300 miles away and according to my son should take me about 6-7 hours.  Map quest says differently, but who am I to argue.  My bag is pretty much packed, my truck is being looked at on Thursday.  Now all that's needed is my tune library,  snacks and drinks.   And off I go.  Should be fun and I will be taking mental notes along the way, as well as pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will do me a world of good to go someplace new for a bit.  Be in a new element.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8573998362948257664?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8573998362948257664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8573998362948257664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8573998362948257664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8573998362948257664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/road-trip.html' title='Road trip'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-5596290599464570679</id><published>2008-03-16T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:24:19.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Time-Don't mess with mine</title><content type='html'>It amazes me, that in a society that places so much emphasis on time, that people still think nothing of wreaking havoc on someone else's schedule.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is Sunday and a prospective employer asked me yesterday if I would meet with him today at 11 am to discuss a job opening.  Since I am not getting that many bites, I said absolutely. Being the time Nazi that I am, I show up 15 minutes early.  It's what one's told to do to make a good impression on potential employers.  It is now the time of interview, and still no one has shown up.   I have also received no phone calls.  Another 15 minutes rolls by and now I am somewhat miffed, but it's workable.  I listen to my radio, spot clean my truck and check my watch. Yet another 10 minutes rolls by.  So, I leave a note in the door and a voice mail to announce that Helena has left the parking lot and should he wish to call and reschedule, he may do so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells me two things about this employer:  1.  He thinks his time is more valuable than mine and 2:  he's not that serious about filling the position.  News flash:  Just because you own your own business does not make your time more valuable than anyone else's.  Irregardless of that you may think differently.  Should you be so lucky as to employ me, you will get someone who thinks both of our times are important and should be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike people who mess up my schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-5596290599464570679?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5596290599464570679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=5596290599464570679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5596290599464570679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5596290599464570679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-dont-mess-with-mine.html' title='Time-Don&apos;t mess with mine'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2947528699375600251</id><published>2008-03-10T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:25:30.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networks'/><title type='text'>Current observations &amp; musings from the chatty one</title><content type='html'>We never stop growing.  And it's been quite a growing and learning time for me of late.  Being home has given me tons of alone time.  And by alone, I mean for 13 hours a day I am completely alone.  Not another human being to talk to in real life.  I find, I'm ok with that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I was not the popular girl or even in a clique.  I was the girl who had friends from all the other groups, but no group to call my own.  While my social calendar was not quite full, neither was it empty.  Skip forward a few years and I'm now married to a man who controls me in as many ways as he can.  My friends are none, nil, zip, zero.  I spent all my time with my children, so I became socially stunted.  While other people my age were in college, partying, etc., I was at home cleaning house, watching kids, being wife.  Forward the remote a couple more years.  Now I am a divorced mom with no social skills.  My escape is to read until my eyes close.  You don't learn to socialize by constantly having your nose in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite content in being at home, entertaining myself and doing the things I liked to do.  This seemed to bother some people, my oldest son in particular.  I'm still not sure why he feels it necessary for me to get out in the world as he puts it.  I do get out in the world.  I just do it on my terms.  When he moved to North FL the first time, it wasn't long afterwards that my second husband had a 4 month, out of town schooling that he attended.  Thereby, leaving me completely alone. Just me and the cats.  At that time, I didn't know about blogging or how the internet really worked.  This is where a momentous change took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the honor of working with some crazy, wonderful Texans who brought me out my shell.  Almost uncomfortably so.  I say this because, it was uncomfortable for me to make changes in my life, like be more of a social creature.  One of the things they introduced me to was Myspace.  And so for the next two years, I set up and deleted an account on and off.  The latest deletion took place today.  And I'm very happy about it.  Because now it gives me more time to work on and work at things that interest me.  Like my blog at Bookweazle, which is my sister blog to this one.  On that one I talk more about the things that interest me, as in books.  Which is how this one started out as well, but I find myself writing about the more emotional side of me here as well as the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also on 2 other social networking sites for the whole of last week and also deleted those.  Why?  Because I'm finally comfortable being me.  Of not having to look at the umpteenth bulletin about what's my favorite color (crimson) and who last texted me...who cares?!  If your going to ask questions so you can get to know someone, ask the good ones.  What makes you cry, laugh?  What gives you joy?  If you could do one thing in life without fear of failure, what would it be?  To me these are meaningful questions.  They tell you so much more about the human you're trying to get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I'm coming back to where I'm comfortable.  I can be my insulated, home bound by choice self and yet, still have a pretty active social life.  Via the net, I've met some wonderful, crazy, certifiable people.  I've become more social by being less social.  Neat trick, that.  I have two pages on two different book sites. One I really like because no one really bothers you there.  You can join groups and not say anything; or post just a line or two.  The other one, well I don't hate it, but it's not my favorite.  I'm waiting to see when they start letting you post embedded code on there in the comments page.  When they do that, I'll be gone for good.  Too much like Myspace for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is my lesson for this past month of being home.  It's ok to be comfortable with your socialization, regardless of what others think.  It's also ok if there's downtime in an IM chat that you're having with someone that your comfortable with.  Sometimes it's nice just knowing that someone is there with just a tap of the keys.  ;-}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2947528699375600251?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2947528699375600251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2947528699375600251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2947528699375600251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2947528699375600251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/current-observations-musings-from.html' title='Current observations &amp; musings from the chatty one'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8603515444666998455</id><published>2008-03-10T18:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:26:15.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>Last night, I took a walk into my backyard to have a smoke as the cat had once again hijacked my chair.  The wind was cool and blowing mildly making the chimes tinkle their song.  I looked up and for a moment had vertigo as my eyes tried to focus on something.  Twinkling away like beacons on the horizon were several bright stars.  Diamond chips on midnight blue velvet overlaid with gauzy clouds that made it seem as if the stars, and not the clouds were moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me feel so small, so insignificant, to look up into that dazzling display. We really are powerless and so young when compared to the Universe and it's wonders.  Black holes that suck in matter that is never to be seen again.  A Sun that would surely fry us to a crispy critter if it weren't held in check by whatever means that it's held.  Stars that look fragile, as if they'd shatter in your hand, when in fact they are older than our planet. Clouds that take on shapes like a master contortionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to reconnect to the Universe and picture where we fit it in.  No matter how great or powerful one thinks they are; when it comes to our place within that vast  space, we are nothing compared to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8603515444666998455?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8603515444666998455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8603515444666998455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8603515444666998455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8603515444666998455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-7028643121841391587</id><published>2008-03-06T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:27:09.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Pushing buttons</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting situation today on a forum I help to admin.  It's very new and already I see trouble abrewin'.  It all started when one of the discussions became somewhat heated.  It was a crazy topic of sorts, but one of the people kept asking for clarification from one of the posters.  Rightfully so, in my opinion.  She's very quick on the draw and very well read.  So I trust her when she gets  a bit doggish in trying to get an answer to her questions.  Apparently one of the other posters felt it their civic duty to rush in and make like a hero.  For what purpose, I'm still not sure.  One can only hazard a guess.  From there it got quite dicey for a bit.  Not badly, just a small skirmish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being what I thought was a good admin, I try to diffuse the situation by explaining to the wanna be hero that the person wanting clarification is A: Not mean and B: not being a bitch.  She's looking for answers.  And he turned round and did exactly what I asked him not to do.  Don't persist with this line of idiocy.  But like most people, he felt it necessary to keep pushing at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I basically said free for all. And when you fall down and go boom, please do not come crying to me.  I'm honestly not sure I'm up to the task of doing this.  We'll see in a week or so how I'm feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-7028643121841391587?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7028643121841391587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=7028643121841391587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7028643121841391587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/7028643121841391587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/pushing-buttons.html' title='Pushing buttons'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-6173215459865250331</id><published>2008-03-06T08:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:28:44.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pet peeves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>March 5 &amp; 6 List-So I'm a bit lazy.</title><content type='html'>List of things that just annoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  People who pretend to be something they're not.  None of us are really vamps, weres and so forth.  If you think you are, please seek medical counseling immediately!  While I don't question the possibility that these may be actual live creatures, I do question those who state that they are.  Secrecy would be a high priority I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Snotty cashier/checkers/sales people.  If you're in an industry that has the word customer service somewhere in the job description, then damn it at least be courteous.  I don't want you to entertain me, just provide assistance when asked to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Lagging IM conversations.  This really ticks me off.  (Not you Azh).  Certainly if you engage me on an IM you should do your best to keep up with the conversation.  Why does Azh get a reprieve from this law of mine?  Because I say so, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Asking me personal questions in IM about what I look like.  This is not a dating show.  Why the hell should you care what I bloody look like?!  And again- not keeping up with the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Calling me on my bitchiness and telling me I'm mean.  If I get to this stage with you, you should immediately stop and think back to when it started to go down hill.  And adjust yourself accordingly.  I am not a mean person by nature, but there are certain things that will just set me off.  Any of the above is a very good place to start, as is, thinking about the conversation at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Putting undue pressure on me.  I tend to chaff a bit with this and the upcoming deluge of terror I'm about to unleash will be spectacularly unpretty.  Don't do this-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Not having the ability to laugh at yourself.  Christ, no one is that serious.  And if they are, they need to re-think their life.  Humans are funny creatures.  We do and say stupid things-myself included.  Laugh when it happens and move on.  Find the humor in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Not being proactive about things you think should be done.  Just do it already.  What can it hurt?  Why must you depend on someone else to do it for you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-6173215459865250331?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6173215459865250331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=6173215459865250331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6173215459865250331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6173215459865250331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-5-6-list-so-im-bit-lazy.html' title='March 5 &amp; 6 List-So I&apos;m a bit lazy.'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-6626605061258566736</id><published>2008-03-04T07:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:29:32.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>March 4 list</title><content type='html'>Things I think the world needs more of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Better communications.  This would save so much time, effort, money and people if we could communicate more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Understanding.  If we take a moment to really listen to someone, we would have a better understanding of what they're trying to convey.  Sometimes it's not about the words, but the accompanying gestures that tell the actual need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tolerance.  Yes, we are all different, but relatively all the same when we get to the core of humanity.  It's the differences that make up who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  4 day work weeks and 3 day week ends.  Seems a bit lopsided for my tastes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-6626605061258566736?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6626605061258566736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=6626605061258566736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6626605061258566736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6626605061258566736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-4-list.html' title='March 4 list'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-6576075395488090805</id><published>2008-03-03T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T07:44:39.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 3 List: Facts about me</title><content type='html'>I'm such a Leo. ;o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Age: 41  Sometimes acts like: 21 or 81&lt;br /&gt;2.  Eyes: Green&lt;br /&gt;3.  Hair: Strawberry Blond-  The blond is from the sun, but I also pay for streaks.  I do believe sometimes one of them took root. Hence, I have blonde moments.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wears glasses, occasionally contacts.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I like to term myself Rubenesque.  I'm not fat, but I could stand to loose a few more pounds. 100 years ago I would have been a supermodel if they had such a thing.  I used to have an issue with my weight.  A very bad issue.  Not anorexic, but rather it's cousin, bulimia.  At 120 lbs., I was badly underweight for my bone structure, but I felt I "belonged".  Now, I have my moments where I feel really good about myself or I am bad, shrug my shoulders and start over.  I will not make myself sick to fit some ridiculous society standard.  I'd much rather be healthy.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I am very proud of the fact that I am socializing more.  Even though it's not face to face, I am still talking with people, making new contacts, etc. via the web.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I am a triple Leo-Sun, Moon, rising.  That's a lot of Leo for 1 body.  LOL  I'm not your typical Leo.  I am the quieter Leo.  I don't really like the spot light.  Meaning, I don't actively search for it.  I do make friends easily and I consider myself a warm, compassionate person.  If your my friend, you'll always be my friend, unless you mess it up.  &lt;br /&gt;8.  My husband still has the ability to make me blush.  I rather like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-6576075395488090805?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6576075395488090805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=6576075395488090805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6576075395488090805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/6576075395488090805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-3-list-facts-about-me.html' title='March 3 List: Facts about me'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8795894512754796184</id><published>2008-03-02T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:46:45.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd list post for March- I'm a day behind</title><content type='html'>Fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Loss of a child- I don't believe I could sustain this type of loss.  I know me.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Loss of my husband- My world would never be the same.  Much darker.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Alzheimer's disease- Goddess, please no.  To forget those you love.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Being incapacitated in some way- I'm not a good sick person.  Depending on others for everything would make me scream.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Forgetting how to read.  Therefore being forced to being entertained by television.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Flying&lt;br /&gt;7.  Driving/riding over large bridges-  I scream...loudly, when I have to drive over them.  And cover my face when I'm the passenger.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Spiders&lt;br /&gt;9.  Being homeless&lt;br /&gt;10.  My children not being happy in their lives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8795894512754796184?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8795894512754796184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8795894512754796184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8795894512754796184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8795894512754796184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/2nd-list-post-for-march-im-day-behind.html' title='2nd list post for March- I&apos;m a day behind'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-909980343575611659</id><published>2008-03-02T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:37:07.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March is list making month at NaBloPoMO</title><content type='html'>My 1st list is called:  Things I have learned to accept about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't figured out, I'm a Leo.  It's how we roll.  We talk about ourselves a lot.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am never going to be a size 6 again.  Ever!&lt;br /&gt;2.  I am never going to be taller.  I'm 5'6" and according to some, a midget.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am always going to be somewhat reserved in my nature.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I am only going to have 1 tattoo.  Body art is pretty and I love my tat.  However, that shit hurt pretty badly for me.  I'd much rather give birth to another 10 lb. baby.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I will never understand Algebra.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I will always be a grey witch.  Never a fluffy white bunny, never a black widow spider.&lt;br /&gt;7.  I will never learn to accept lies easily.  &lt;br /&gt;8.  It will never be easy for me to just accept someone's b.s.  B.S. makes me volatile.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I will always champion the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;10. I will always be moving furniture around in my house.  I get bored.  &lt;br /&gt;11.  I will always be grateful for the people I have in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-909980343575611659?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/909980343575611659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=909980343575611659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/909980343575611659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/909980343575611659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-is-list-making-month-at-nablopomo.html' title='March is list making month at NaBloPoMO'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-149614864179298801</id><published>2008-03-02T07:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:15:25.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When the hell did this happen?</title><content type='html'>Ahh, the 40's. And I don't mean the 1940's. I mean, I've hit the 40's. I turned 41 last August and I really thought I would freak out. It came and went so quietly I barely noticed it. As I approached 40 though, (think Ninja mode-stealthy, quiet), while I wasn't exactly kicking and screaming, I wasn't very happy about it either. 40 is old man! We've all said so when we were 20 something, 30ish. Uh oh, it's right around the corner. That's how quickly it gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line from When Sally met Harry comes to mind when I think of 40. She's crying about not having someone in her life and she says, "And I'm going to be 40." Harry says "When?" Her sobbing reply, "Someday.' Someday has been here and gone for me. I now have to check the 35 and older box on surveys. The first time I had to do it, I ain't gonna lie, it made me pause. Holy Shit! I'm almost 40. When the hell did this happen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that age is what we make it. There are days I feel 82 and crippled when my back goes out. Then there are those days when I feel 18, 19, 20. I can see my inner punk princess peeping through. Flipping off the world at large. And I want to wear the shredded jeans, combat boots, green streaks in my hair, safety pins through my ears (80's girl). Instead I choose a nice, sedate outfit by Ralph Lauren with heels and full makeup to prepare to face the world. When the hell did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure that my ass would hit the back of my knees when I turned 40. I didn't want to get out of bed because surely gravity had taken control of my body and all things that could point the way to Australia, would immediately do so upon getting my ass out of bed. Didn't happen. My husband assures me that I am winning the fight against gravity. I think he's a bit biased and fearful of my response should he tell me otherwise. I have a mirror after all. And all I have to do is look at my boys to let me know that, Yes, indeed, time has passed. And it will continue to do so. They're adults now, and that freaks me out more than gravity. Let us not discuss marriages and grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to accept that I am 41. After all, what can you do? Ask for a recount? Not only do I accept it, I embrace it. While 20-29 is nice, there are just too many questions and insecurities. When you hit the 30-39 stage, you start to become more comfortable with who and what you are. The 40's I believe are more about acceptance. You're more assertive, controlled in yourself. And you let go of those things that no longer matter or have meaning in your life.  You also do things you've always wanted to do.  When my youngest son James turned 18, he and I went and got tattoos together.  Something I've always wanted to do.  It's very pretty.  A big green eyed butterfly that sits between my shoulder blades.  Butterflies represent change.  I am certainly doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm 41. I still have my moments of whimsy. There are certain things I hope never change about me. Like letting my inner punk princess out to play occasionally. Enjoying slamming down shots of tequila with friends and partying like I'm 18. Being secure within myself, and wondering, now when the hell did that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy being you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-149614864179298801?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/149614864179298801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=149614864179298801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/149614864179298801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/149614864179298801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-hell-did-this-happen.html' title='When the hell did this happen?'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-1962512085772895244</id><published>2008-02-29T12:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:50:23.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexiness: What is it about really?</title><content type='html'>What makes someone sexy?  Is it their appearance, who they are, what they do?  Or can it be defined by money, the cars they drive?  What makes a person sexy to another, and yet someone else would say "I don't think so."?  Millions of people find stars sexy. Angelina Jolie comes to mind.  Aside from her outer exterior, which as a female I can honestly say is pretty hot, what makes her so attractive?  After all, she's just a woman except that her job keeps her in the limelight.  What about the average Joanna Schmo down the street?  Once you get past the outer packaging, what's the person about.  I've met some phenomenally &lt;br /&gt;good looking people, only to find out the inner them resembles a horrid little troll.  Like biting into a beautiful piece of chocolate and finding a worm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiness is broken down in so many ways by so many people.  For me it's not all about looks.  It's about the inner person, their thoughts and views, how they treat others.  Don't get me wrong, I like a pretty person but it's not the end all be all of who they are.  Humor is important.  I find humor sexy.  Not everyone has the ability to make others laugh, and there's power in that.  Intelligence is sexy.  Stimulate my mind and and you will keep me listening.  BTW- this is not a want ad for a date.  I am happily married, he makes me laugh and is quite intelligent.  He can cook too!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting can be sexy, but not sexual.  I'll explain.  I am a notorious flirt.  I flirt with everyone and it has nothing to do with sex.  Flirting makes people feel good, it makes them relaxed and easier to talk with.  It's beyond "come hither &amp; yon" looks and coy smiles.  Flirting is an invitation to engage in conversation, to relax and allow some of your inner persona to shine .  It's an art I try to perform daily.  It can be a shared smile with a stranger about something you're both witnessing.  Yes, men do this too whether they realize it or not.  It's also a nice way to get your way without becoming a flat out bitch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiness is about knowing who you are, your place in your world and feeling good about it.  It's not about makeup, clothes, or what you own.  It's about acceptance of self, the good and the bad.  We are not going to look like Angelina (bless her little heart), but we can shine like she does in our own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-1962512085772895244?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1962512085772895244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=1962512085772895244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1962512085772895244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1962512085772895244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/sexiness-what-is-it-about-really.html' title='Sexiness: What is it about really?'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-5272189049910919685</id><published>2008-02-29T06:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:52:32.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beowulf</title><content type='html'>I quite liked the movie.  It did look like a very well done video game, but the story was very cool. And a warning as well: Be careful what you bargain for, as it's never what it seems.  ***1/2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-5272189049910919685?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5272189049910919685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=5272189049910919685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5272189049910919685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5272189049910919685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/beowulf.html' title='Beowulf'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8457465338425990638</id><published>2008-02-28T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:26:49.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural disasters</title><content type='html'>Mother Nature in all her glorious wonder has her moments where I really feel She's channeling Kali, the Destroyer.  England had an earthquake quite recently and I was surprised at that.  I had no idea they got earthquakes.  I guess it doesn't matter where you go in the world some sort of natural disaster is waiting to occur, whether it be floods, snow storm or hurricane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in S. Florida for over 20 years.   In that time we've had to batten down the hatches due to hurricanes.  After Andrew hit Miami in the early 90's, no one messed around when we heard "We're under a hurricane watch".  Lines out the door of food markets, home improvement stores were a given.  People got serious very quickly.  And then when nothing happened for a bit, people became complacent.  So Mother Nature decided to let us know again just how destructive she could be.  Two hurricanes hit a county north of us about an hour away and to the west of us on the west coast.  She made those loop back around after everyone thought once again they were safe.  Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again hurricane season rolled round and nothing happened for a bit until October of 2005.  Everyone did their stockpiling and had dropped shutters or put up plywood.  The night before was beautiful.  Not a cloud in the sky.  I thought, "We'll be safe again.  No way is she going to hit us.  It's so late in the season and it's rare when they come ashore then."  We live approximately 10 miles on the east side of Florida.  And Wilma was coming up through the Gulf.  No way was it going to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, son &amp; I are up early the next morning watching the news to check the status.  At 7:10 am we hear the winds pick up and the lights flicker on and off.  "No big deal", we think.  Cha!  Suddenly, no lights and the wind is howling.  My patio doors even in lock down are shaking.  One cat is under the bed, the other is stretched out on top taking a nap.  I really wanted to join the one under the bed.  Instead I went out on the patio, which has it's own large shutter, to get some air as it's stifling in the house.  My son and I are out there talking, when we suddenly hear a train.  Trust me when I tell you, this is not a good sign as that means Tornado and close by.  We haul ass back into the house and now the train sounds like it's right over us.  My son is very fearful of tornados and rightfully so.  After a few minutes, the sound passes and the wind dies down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is out in the garage with the door open taking video of what has transpired so far.  Not too bad we think after 2 hours of none stop wind and rain.  We used to have a huge Black Olive tree on the east side of our house.  My husband had gotten the video of it toppling over. So in the eye of the storm we go out to check around and see what's happened thus far.  Everyones yards were stripped of any foliage and we had our tree lying from the corner of our house out into the street and into the neighbors yard across the street.  The wind started to pick up again, so it was time to get back inside.  Two more hours of rain and wind ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, no power.  We  had 2 weeks with no power.  The sound of generators fills the air.  One good thing is that the hurricane picked up all the hot surface air, so it was quite chilly for 2 weeks.  I tried to drive to work a couple days later and wasn't able to make it through the debris.  Had to take a shortcut and came across a trailer which had been flipped up and over onto it's neighbor.   Scientists tried to say it was only a category 2 hurricane.  No way!  That was definitely a 3.  So I made it through my first, and hopefully last hurricane.  Chef Boyardee by candle light gets old very quickly, as do freezing cold showers.  And living through enforced curfews sucks, but it's not as if anyone had anywhere to go anyway.  The one redeeming factor with no lights is that the stars were beautiful.  And they felt so close as if you could reach up and pluck one from the sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural disasters- there's nothing natural about them.  In fact, they feel quite supernatural.  It makes you contemplate and realize you are powerless in the face of the wrath of Mother Nature when she's throwing a tantrum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8457465338425990638?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8457465338425990638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8457465338425990638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8457465338425990638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8457465338425990638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/natural-disasters.html' title='Natural disasters'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2850121907521936977</id><published>2008-02-27T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:53:18.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom kills</title><content type='html'>I am so bored.  I'm usually very good at entertaining myself and keeping myself busy, but this enforced down time is driving me nuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see by widget counter thingy that there are people visiting my page.  Post some things to tell me how you combat boredom.  And please don't tell me to read as I do that already.  And I've watched terrible t.v.  Speaking of, I watched the newest installment of the Highlander movies.  I WANT MY MONEY BACK!!!!!!  That's all I'm saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2850121907521936977?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2850121907521936977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2850121907521936977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2850121907521936977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2850121907521936977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/boredom-kills_27.html' title='Boredom kills'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2007517386097944926</id><published>2008-02-26T07:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T20:09:44.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Z.  All about me.</title><content type='html'>A  &lt;br /&gt; If you were an ANIMAL, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of feline, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;   BOOKS: What’s on your reading list?&lt;br /&gt;I have almost 350 books on my tbr.  There's no way I'm listing this.  Check the Shelfari widget to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;   COMPULSIVE about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Reading and book buying.  I look at it as research for my future business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;   DREAMS - Do you … dream in color? remember your dreams? keep a dream journal?&lt;br /&gt;I do dream, sometimes in color, sometimes in B &amp; W.  Sometimes I remember and no, I don't keep a journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;   EATING - what’s your usual snack?&lt;br /&gt;Plain popcorn.  My favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;   A Few of your FAVORITE Things&lt;br /&gt;Books, shoes, italian food, the Japanese culture, my cat China Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;   GIGGLES! What (or who) makes you laugh? Do you have a good sense of humor?&lt;br /&gt;My husband and sons make me giggle.  I believe I have a good sense of humor, albeit, a bit dark.  As in, It's only funny til someone loses an eye...then it's downright hysterical.  That type of humor.  Or I found Jesus...he was hiding behind the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;   major HOT Button:&lt;br /&gt;Someone lying to me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;   I am ______________&lt;br /&gt;me.  While consistent in some things, in others I am not as consistent.  Mercurial by nature would be the best definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;   Also KNOWN As… Aliases? Screen names? A non de plume perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Helen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;   I LOVE …&lt;br /&gt;my hubby, my boys, my cats, my friends, books, good shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;   How do you feel about MEETING people? Do it all the time? Rarely? Parties or 1-on-1?&lt;br /&gt;While I tolerate it for business, personally I prefer it online.   I would like to me some of my online friends eventually if possible, but if not, it's all good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;   What’s the story of your NAME? were you named after anyone? Do you go by a nickname? Any aliases?&lt;br /&gt;I was named after Helen Keller.  My father thought her a phenomenal woman, and I quite agree.  Helena is my nickname from way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;   OBSERVANT - What’s around you right now? What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Some yowling cat that does not belong to me, my cat ChinaMoon, candles, the trees, my pool, my lappy, the sun.  I am on my patio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;   Who are the special PEOPLE in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Family &amp; the few close friends I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;   Any Little QUIRKs About Yourself:&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Don't touch my stuff.  Don't look at my books or magazines until I'm done with them.  Will not use public facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;   What do you like to do for RECREATION?&lt;br /&gt;Read, play Guitar Hero, read, bake, read, watch the Science channel, read, oh yes, and read some more.  And shop Amazon for yet more things to read.  I have an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;   Do You SING in the Shower? In the car? For your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;   What’s at the Top of your TO DO list?:&lt;br /&gt;Not to make To Do Lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;   Any UNUSUAL Experiences:&lt;br /&gt;My life is an unusual experience.  I just try and enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;   VEGAS, Vienna, Venice, Vladivostok… How far have you traveled? What’s your favorite City?&lt;br /&gt;New York, New York.   I've been twice for less than 24 hours each time.  I want to go back and spend some time at the museums and see a couple plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;   WINTER, Spring, Summer, Fall… What’s your favorite season? What makes it special?&lt;br /&gt;Fall.  Nature at her most beautiful.  When the Earth is getting ready for sleep and renewal.  Days get darker sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;   EXes - Things You Don’t Do Anymore (but did, once (would you, again?))&lt;br /&gt;I used to bite my nails.  A gross and terrible habit.  No, I don't believe I'll do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;   Any secret/deep YEARNINGS?&lt;br /&gt;To move and to work for myself.  Which is not a secret, but is definitely a deep yearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;   ZERO to ZENITH - Where are you in your life? Still growing? On an upward (or downward) curve? Just skating along?&lt;br /&gt;Still growing, but stuck at the moment just skating along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2007517386097944926?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2007517386097944926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2007517386097944926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2007517386097944926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2007517386097944926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/z-all-about-me.html' title='A-Z.  All about me.'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-1493314414115852496</id><published>2008-02-20T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T23:09:38.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>So you thought my blog was completely about books.  Nope.  This particular post is about men. One in particular, but I'm going to generalize anyway.  There is no way just my man can be this hard headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with that horrible, horrible book Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.  Pffft!  Last time I checked, we were all from here.  Don't give me b.s. reasons why men can't/won't/don't open up. I don't want to hear it.  When we talk to them, they either ignore us, yes dear us to death or want to fix the problem.  By the way, I loathe the word dear.  It sets me off. That's a whole other rant.  And most men don't buy into this either.  My male friends laugh themselves silly when I bring up that book in conversation.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Real&lt;/span&gt; men don't share their feelings.  These are the same men who will say that is just not done by real men, and then slap each others asses at a pick up football game.  Go figure...caveman mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see our man is upset.  What's the matter, can I help, etc.  And in return, we get- "I don't want to talk about it".  Why not?  "I'm effiing mad right now".  Ok well talking about it might help to get it out, clear the air, get some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;composure&lt;/span&gt; perhaps.... maybe.  "I don't want to talk about it".  No, it's much easier to call up some unsuspecting person, vent your spleen on them, and then pout, grab your stuff and leave for 4-5 hours.  Leaving me here to wonder- WTH?  How difficult is to say "This made me mad or this person did this and it made me mad"?  I always feel better when I rant about someone who's made me mad.  I can say horrible things about them and then get on with my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men- can live them, but only by their rules, can't live without them because who else can you get to look at your vehicle for free when it messes up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-1493314414115852496?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1493314414115852496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=1493314414115852496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1493314414115852496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/1493314414115852496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/02/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-8616765497461845493</id><published>2008-01-23T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T07:37:34.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate my blog space!!</title><content type='html'>It's so damn confining and found neat things I want to add and can't!  I do not do html or things of that nature, so I have no idea how to fix this bloody page to get it the way I want.  Arghhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2/11/07:  Tried to move my blog over to Word Press and became completely annoyed.  Yes, it's too much damn work, so I deleted it.  While this may not have everything I want, at least ways it's easy to understand.  Too many buttons gets me confused and pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-8616765497461845493?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8616765497461845493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=8616765497461845493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8616765497461845493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/8616765497461845493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-my-blog-space.html' title='I hate my blog space!!'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-2302660437794107815</id><published>2007-12-15T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:06:45.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Step program for book lovers?- No thanks</title><content type='html'>I'm glad there isn't a 12 step program for bibliophiles.  Can you imagine?  Neither can I.  Having learned to read at a very young age, it's become such a part of who I am.  A colleague &amp; I were discussing Lent the other day, (no, I'm not Catholic), and I told her that if I were I'd have to give up reading for 40 days.  I'm not sure I'd survive mentally if I had to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how I learn, take trips, discover new ideas, places and people.  Through my love of books I've met interesting people, had exciting discussions and heard of new authors.  And I've even made new friends, that I've never met, but are still friends to me non the less.  From different countries, states and even some in my own backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to fathom that not all people have this addiction to the printed word.  Words are my toys.  I love learning a new word and building on my vocabulary.  And I can pass this on to my kids and others as well.  And while I can appreciate technology in all it's various forms- call me old-fashioned, but there's nothing like the new book that no one else has opened to read.  Pristine, crisp paper and an uncreased cover.... Nirvana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-2302660437794107815?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2302660437794107815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=2302660437794107815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2302660437794107815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/2302660437794107815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2007/12/12-step-program-for-book-lovers-no.html' title='12 Step program for book lovers?- No thanks'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-5909938673031704700</id><published>2007-10-20T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:49:42.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are my favorite books.  If I were to be lost on an island and this all I had to read, I would be quite content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;Atonement&lt;br /&gt;Autobiography of a Geisha&lt;br /&gt;Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Beauty's Punishment&lt;br /&gt;Beauty's Release&lt;br /&gt;Bel Canto&lt;br /&gt;Bitter is the New Black&lt;br /&gt;Briar Rose&lt;br /&gt;Bright Lights, Big Ass&lt;br /&gt;Circle of Isis&lt;br /&gt;Dragonwyck&lt;br /&gt;Fingersmith&lt;br /&gt;Forever Amber&lt;br /&gt;Grandmother Moon&lt;br /&gt;I, Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Kinky Friedman's Guide to Texas Etiquette&lt;br /&gt;Meridon&lt;br /&gt;Middlesex&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Me Go&lt;br /&gt;Snow Flower and the Secret Fan&lt;br /&gt;Snow in August&lt;br /&gt;The Darwin Awards Boxed Set&lt;br /&gt;The Devil's Apocrypha&lt;br /&gt;The Favored Child&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost of Hannah Mendes&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Writer&lt;br /&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;br /&gt;The Great Goddesses of Egypt&lt;br /&gt;The Handmaid's Tale&lt;br /&gt;The Hidden Diary of Marie Antoinette&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Book of Women's Mysteries&lt;br /&gt;The Last Boleyn&lt;br /&gt;The Living Blood&lt;br /&gt;The Mirror&lt;br /&gt;The Mists of Avalon&lt;br /&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;br /&gt;The Red Tent&lt;br /&gt;The Sacred Marriage&lt;br /&gt;The Shell Seekers&lt;br /&gt;The Six Wives of Henry VIII&lt;br /&gt;The Stand&lt;br /&gt;The Stolen Child&lt;br /&gt;The Thirteenth Tale&lt;br /&gt;The Woman in White&lt;br /&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;War and Peace&lt;br /&gt;Wideacre&lt;br /&gt;Wild Swans&lt;br /&gt;William Blake&lt;br /&gt;Works of Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;Works of Victor Hugo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-5909938673031704700?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5909938673031704700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=5909938673031704700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5909938673031704700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/5909938673031704700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2007/10/these-are-my-favorite-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7950550026314908788.post-579506398387552595</id><published>2007-10-20T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T18:29:10.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Book so far 2007</title><content type='html'>I read a lot.  So far 105 books read this year per Anobii.  Out of all of them, the one that has stayed with me is The 13th Tale.  It's a book about secrets and I read it straight through.  A well known author hires a girl to come and take down her 13th tale.  The author has previously written 12 other tales and this is to be her last.  What the girl doesn't know for sure is if it's biographical or a fantastical story in the authors mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a sad story, but it just proves that what you see, isn't always as it seems.  If you haven't read this book- try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7950550026314908788-579506398387552595?l=helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/579506398387552595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7950550026314908788&amp;postID=579506398387552595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/579506398387552595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7950550026314908788/posts/default/579506398387552595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenawillworkforbooks.blogspot.com/2007/10/favorite-book-so-far-2007.html' title='Favorite Book so far 2007'/><author><name>Helena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824154593605580624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lYMhx4uQqPQ/SNRcOGy-DyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/veIlBLwljsY/S220/big.931383.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
