Saturday, August 30, 2014

As you can see...

I've spent more time giving a few more of my books some love. Hey, whatever gets you through the day, right?

ॐ ❤️

Sommer

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Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A few more. I told you they were amusing me... :)


The Ever Popular 2 Second Attention Span...

So this morning's bonus was boy child woke and could not move his head from a very stiff neck. So he's in pain and I'm thinking a lot anxious. The fact that he felt he was adding to my burden/stress didn't help. So now he's at the doc with my mom, I'm juggling two phones and trying to stay on top of what the man needs. Om...If you see me posting little poster thingydoos on social media it's because I cannot write. Can't focus. Apologies to my AMST readers. :( So believe it or not formatting--which is normally mind-numbing and awful--becomes soothing and things like making little posters pleases my 2 second attention span. I've also found that Pinterest is the crack of the internet world when you can't think straight and have nothing clever to actually say aloud. It's just scroll-scroll-scroll-pin. *repeat*

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Sommer's Summer Book Binge...

Instead of apologizing for not having AMST today I'm here to say a few things. First being, I will do my best from here on out to update it as often as possible.  However, the word best to sum up my life right now is "weird" so I can't promise anything beyond that. The second word I guess would be "sad" tied with "stressful". That means I have been reading...a ton. Like a fiend. It is often my only escape/stress reliever.

Since I have no update  on the novel today I figured I'd post a few of the books I've inhaled in the last few weeks. And a word or two about each.

The man's procedure yesterday to put a stent in to relieve his blockage failed. We will be regrouping and planning come Monday. So...life will continue to be weird, sad, stressful AND hectic. So thanks for bearing with me ;)

XOXO
S
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Top Secret Twenty-One I've been a Stephanie Plum fan from the get-go. I read the first book, One for the Money, in the bathtub while 8 months pregnant. I laughed so hard I triggered a long, scary series of Braxton-Hicks contractions. The man thought I had laughed myself into labor. I'm still a fan and I gleefully gobbled this one up to help give me a laugh or two. It delivered.

 




Bird Box  I kept hearing about this book and hearing about this book. Once I read it, I understood why. A horror novel like nothing you've ever read. The author takes imagination and subtlety to a whole new level.





The House of Small Shadows  I've been waiting to read this one for mooooooonths. So when I finally got my hot little hands on it, I devoured it whole. Given how I have a thing about puppets and dolls and small creatures of the toyland variety in general, I was the best victim...I mean reader for this book. Excellent. But it's Adam Nevill so that's really not a shock, is it?






Galveston  Since I watched True Detective beginning to end three times in a row in a matter of weeks I figured reading a book by the man who wrote it might be a smart thing to do. It delivered and then some. Gritty, rough, quotable and then some, you see the bones of TD in Galveston's prose. Fabulous book that will stay with you days after you've finished it.




December Park  Okay, I picked up Malfi's Cradle Lake a while back and inhaled the book  in two days. Even with my then-insane schedule with work, life, the man and his chemo regime. So, since then I've read The Narrows (amazing) and now December Park. I'd tuck it right there with IT and Summer of Night. A coming of age book that showcases some close knit friends battling something bad. Wonderfully written. Magic on the page.








And sometimes life is so big and so intense that one book is not enough. I am, as we speak, flipping back and forth between Hanging Hill by Mo Hayder (another author I discovered by accident this year and I am so glad I did) and Hyperbole and a Half: Unfortunate Situations, Flawed Coping Mechanisms, Mayhem, and Other Things That Happened by Allie Brosh. I was/am a huge fan of her blog by the same name and the book is just genius.



If you feel like sharing your reads in the comments, I'd love to hear about them. You never know how you'll find your next fix...I mean read. :)

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Guest Post: Christine Allen-Riley's Brilliant Cover Reveal

I can't wait to get my hot little hands on this book. Girl child already read it, lucky duck.
XOXO
Sommer
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Eventide (Iron Falls, #1)
Release Date: 10/2014

Summary from Goodreads:
The driver in a tragic car accident that killed her best friend, Devon Greer is consumed by guilt. When powerful hallucinations convince her that she’s seeing Rachael everywhere, Devon thinks she’s going crazy. But her friend isn’t truly gone.

To save Rachael from the faeries who stole her, Devon must pit herself against the Court of the Sidhe. Once she witnesses the true form of the fey, Devon’s life is in danger—and so are the lives of everyone she loves.

Now, Devon must not only protect herself, but also Jonah Seafort, Rachael’s cousin and the only person Devon can trust to help her. While the Sidhe walk among them, no one is safe…


About the Author
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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Pause

We're going to pause for a moment of silence on Unapologetic Fiction for a day or two. I'll be back with AMST as soon as time and mood allow. Mostly, I think that the death of Robin Williams deserves a brief break in normality.

I've never been a 'celebrity' person. By that, I mean, I've never understood our fascination with them. Probably because my celebrities have always been writers. I'll read countless articles on Stephen King but couldn't give two shits about some celebrities affairs or the clothes their babies are wearing. To me, they are simply people who act for a living. Some are more interesting than others, but at the end of the day--just normal people who do a job.

But once in a while some of them are more than average people who act for a living. Robin Williams was one of my personal exceptions. I have cried once (now twice) at the death of a celebrity. When John Ritter died I surprised everyone and myself by bursting into tears. I mourned him. I mourned Jack Tripper. I mourned countless hours spent enjoying goofy seventies hijinks. I mourned what I beleived to be a good person. Because he gave off that vibe when you saw him in interviews. I mourned a chunk of my childhood I could never get back.

Ditto Robin Williams. I grew up with him as Mork. I looked forward to seeing him and his susupenders and whatever misunderstanding he'd happen to have that week. When I walked into Dead Poets Society many, many years later and saw he was a main character in the film, I was shocked. Robin Williams in a serious role? No way, he'd never pull it off.

I walked out of that theatre with my mouth hanging open in awe of the performance he delivered and the staggering humanity of that film. I adored it. And it became one of my VHS player's constant rotation movies. Despite it being on all the time (in an age before I had 400 cable channels) I never failed to pause--and yes, cry and break out in goose bumps--when one by one his students stood on their desks and said "Oh Captain! My Captain!"

Oh Captain! My Captain indeed. Sleep well, Robin. You brought countless joy to people who sometimes needed a friend via TV. To a little girl who had lost her father and needed to laugh more than cry. I wish you peace and I would like to say, personally, that despite you falling into the category of 'celebrity' I loved you. For what you gave me and for who you were. And I will miss you being in this world.

XOXO
Sommer

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Thursday, August 7, 2014

We Interrupt This Previously Scheduled Dirty Novel for a Rant...

Please check back tomorrow for the continuation of A Many Splintered Thing. (I hope). I just got back from swimming and hanging out with my sister-in-law, niece, nephew and girl child. I'm pooped. But I did post this on Facebook this morning before I left. Because sometimes I wonder about people...for real.

See you tomorrow. I hope to sleep like a log tonight given how bone weary tired I feel already. But now on to trying to figure out/scrounge dinner. :)

XOXO
Sommer



Maybe it's because I'm having a bad day right out of the gate. I've already asked the question: Do I need to take you to the hospital? today. So, I know my vision might be skewed. But I see these "news stories" on line and they make me wonder why I bother coming onto "social media" or more aptly, at times, "antisocial media". I know the answer. I have some amazing friends on here whose generosity, talent and kindness out shadows stories like "Man Buys Every Pie at Local Burger King to Spite Shitty Little Brat". Wow. That is SOME NEWS! Actually, that is internet news. That is the kind of thing most people would never have done or even thought to do had they not had a 24/7 open window of people willing to comment on how awesome they are for doing something so...childish. Let's consider this shitty little brat. I think of my nephew who is the sweetest, kindest, most good hearted little guy I know. He's also ADD and Asperger's. He melts down. Colossally sometimes. And he can't help it. And they're teaching him to try and control it and he DOES THE BEST HE CAN. You don't know someone's circumstances, you fuckwit (not you, the general fuckwit) and you'd do well to remember that considering one year the union of you and your husband/wife may produce one "Shitty Little Brat" aka a child with issues who needs some understanding. Do I know that was the case here? Nope. Could it have been? Yep. So how about we cut each other a little fucking slack instead of acting like an asshole and then reporting to the internet how clever you are. With that, I'm going to turn off the computer, go swim with my loving, challenged nephew and my sister-in-law and the girls while my son holds down the fort here so I can go do something "Normal" at the insistence of my husband. I hope that guy is one day in a position where he needs something to diffuse a situation and the clever motherfucker in front of him takes it away to show what a kick ass cool guy he is. I know that's wrong with the whole Buddhist thing I'm attempting, but I am human. Om, motherfuckers.

photo credit: Sommer Marsden 2014 photo challenge "Buddha's Shadow"