One of the things I love about short stories is that they’re quick, yet their stories can still affect you as much as a large novel. Love is hell is an anthology of short stories written about love in a supernatural setting. The authors are incredibly good at what they do and I knew it was right up my alley as I love fantasy...and who doesn’t love...love!? But I didn’t realize I’d enjoy it to its full extent because seriously, the cover put me off, look how corny it looks! And plus, I’m not one for love stories...not full romance anyway. In fact the only thing that grabbed me was the authors, being scot westerfeld, his lovely wife and of course Melissa Marr. If that doesn’t make me order the book then what does!? Through reading it however, I actually got a little annoyed and found a downside to reading. Yes I know, I was surprised as well. But! How is it that books can do the following to you...and it still is fair?
Make you incredibly turned on!
And ok, we’ve all been there. The sexual tension, the heart racing when you hold hands etc. But reading books seems to enhance it because it’s your own imagination and you’re picturing your perfect idea of a guy in your head and imagining him holding your hand and putting his coat around you, kissing you, holding you as you fall asleep in his arms bla bla bla.
All in all, not a happy kitten. I have absolutely no one to release this urge upon...so I sit there and I read it and I enjoy it and give it 5 out of 5 for each story being different with the same prompt in mind (supernatural meets forbidden love) but I not a happy kitten...because I not have someone to hold hands with.
Which brings me to Sunday. Sunday is my usual shift to work at the bookshop. The bookshop is a wonderful place that conveniently is always empty on a Sunday and so all that is left to do is...dance!
Ash (pictured) is just one of the people that understand my pain. A late bloomer on the twilight series she understands how addictive a read is, yet annoying that you can’t just jump through the pages and go “excuse me tally but Zane is mine! Go back to David where you belong!” (Sorry guys had to slip in Scott westerfeld somehow) and so on lonely Sunday working days we dance, we eat, we gossip about our friends and we snitch about boys. I am positively a girl when I get to work on Sunday. Oh and we serve the occasional customer.
With runs to Gj’s (Gloria jeans) for man candy in between, it is a great day to work! Mustn’t forget about the man candy!
Make you incredibly turned on!
And ok, we’ve all been there. The sexual tension, the heart racing when you hold hands etc. But reading books seems to enhance it because it’s your own imagination and you’re picturing your perfect idea of a guy in your head and imagining him holding your hand and putting his coat around you, kissing you, holding you as you fall asleep in his arms bla bla bla.
All in all, not a happy kitten. I have absolutely no one to release this urge upon...so I sit there and I read it and I enjoy it and give it 5 out of 5 for each story being different with the same prompt in mind (supernatural meets forbidden love) but I not a happy kitten...because I not have someone to hold hands with.
Which brings me to Sunday. Sunday is my usual shift to work at the bookshop. The bookshop is a wonderful place that conveniently is always empty on a Sunday and so all that is left to do is...dance!
Ash (pictured) is just one of the people that understand my pain. A late bloomer on the twilight series she understands how addictive a read is, yet annoying that you can’t just jump through the pages and go “excuse me tally but Zane is mine! Go back to David where you belong!” (Sorry guys had to slip in Scott westerfeld somehow) and so on lonely Sunday working days we dance, we eat, we gossip about our friends and we snitch about boys. I am positively a girl when I get to work on Sunday. Oh and we serve the occasional customer.
With runs to Gj’s (Gloria jeans) for man candy in between, it is a great day to work! Mustn’t forget about the man candy!
Jinx xx
woooo someones using my terminology! yessss happy/sad kitten is catching! its making me a happy kitten. and gilly i will hold ur hand....except im on the other side of the world.... sorry bout that kitten
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ReplyDeleteOhh believe me, i know EXACTLY what you're talking about more than you know...
ReplyDeleteSo heres the quickest solution to both our longing for these fictional characters:
We, two lovely single ladies, should mate... i mean, DATE! socially...
Although remember lovely, love doesn't have to be that storybook idea of a modern day prince charming rescuing us from our boring lives to make us swoon and to offer his coat in our time of need. 'Love' can also include friendship. Although platonic love may not be as exciting as the passion you read in those books, i hear that it is stronger and lasts longer. And know that you might not have a dashing man in shining armor right now, but you'll always have a friend in me :-)
Love Tory xox
oh i love you tor tor!
ReplyDeletewe should mate...and yes i meant to say that :P
well then whos gunna mate with me?! gah im all alone!!!
ReplyDelete*sniff* ill just go perve on some hot english guys then *sniff*
Helsinki
AND YOU SAID MY NAME AGAIN GILLY!!! CHANGE IT CHANGE IT!!!
OOOPS!
ReplyDeleteI'LL STILL MATE WITH YOU! *bounces*