I'm a book slut
I should be writing. I have a book due and a schedule I made out for myself... but...I've been reading all weekend. I'm a total book slut.
I finished Karen Rose's DON'T TELL and Pamela Clare's HARD EVIDENCE. Wow. Both were great books, but I really loved Hard Evidence, the characters, the setting, the suspense and the sexual tension. I also really fell into this book because human trafficking is something I totally loathe, and it always broke my heart when I would talk to Haitian children who were restaveks, forced into child labor and raped, abused and beaten.
It's been a quiet weekend. I've only wanted to be a hermit, but got out last night when we went to dinner with friends. It was good for me, I think.
Then DH and I today did lunch and stopped by a UBS. Okay, confession time... I love used bookstores. I always find great treasures there. I found Anne Stuart's much much older backlist and drooled on the carpet. Just kept stacking up the books. And then I did something that made me laugh, and cringe...
They had a whole slew of ancient (1976? is that ancient? sheesh!) Barbara Cartland books! I BOUGHT ONE! Call it a spring back into time from my early romance reading days, but I could not resist. Just to have it around. I might even read it, esp. the ending where the heroine was always "lifted up to the stars" by his towering passion when they finally did the horizontal nooky...
In other news, my ENTIRE backlist is out of stock, sold out, at Dorchester. Everything, from The Panther & the Pyramid to the second printing of The Cobra & the Concubine. Yikes.
Anyway, I'm wishing you and yours a very Happy New Year, and best wishes for all your hopes, dreams and wishes to come true in 2007.