Ok, you never really did seem on board with my fun movie theme idea. I’m not sure why. Is it because you’re not fun?! Naturally I’d never SAY something like; that would be hurtful. I’ll just wonder quietly to myself…
And NOPE! Too late. Don’t try to be all “but we really loved the movie theme idea” NOW. Because now? We’re done with it, I hope you’re happy – and we’re moving on to my latest reads…
I was right and Cutting for Stone was a big boo-hoo fest. And I still find myself wondering how everyone at Missing Hospital (everyone who is left, that is – cue tissue box) is doing from time-to-time.
But you know what was an even BIGGER boo-hoo fest than Cutting for Stone? The Tiger’s Wife by Téa Obreht. In fact, it’s put me off ALL of the “Wife” books for the rest of…life. The Time Traveler’s Wife, The Shoemaker’s Wife, The Kitchen God’s Wife, A Reliable Wife, A Blahbity-blah-blah Wife. Naw. I’m out. The Tiger’s Wife did me in. [Spoiler Alert] Set in Serbia (or Bosnia? Maybe even the Ottoman Empire wherever that is?? The setting is actually a mystery), a Turkish apothecary kills a pregnant deaf-mute because she sympathizes with and subsequently feeds a half-wild, half-tamed tiger. Why did you have to kill her, Apothecary Man? You couldna let her birth the baby and go on her merry way?? ‘Cause Karma’s a b**ch and then YOU got killed, didn’tcha? During some WWII ethnic cleansing effort, I believe. But, really, who knows – it’s all so senseless. And that Deathless Man bit was a distracting sidebar, but we all know the real point of the story was to break your heart over all the poor unfortunates. Gulp. I’m gettin’ choked up all over again. And you wonder why I’m off all the Wifely books?
Speaking of “off”. You know what else I’m off of? Food. I’m reading The Anatomist’s Apprentice by Tessa Harris. It’s set in olde tyme England circa 1780. It’s about the dawning age of Coroners. But before they had…er…bodily preservation techniques. GAAAAacck!! All of the descriptions of smell and “grave wax” will put you off food too. Which isn’t really so bad as a pre-holiday slim down effort. But as an enjoyable, lighthearted reading experience? GACK!
Finally, I started to read The Twelve Tribes of Hattie by Ayana Mathis but only got about 10 minutes into it. That part about Hattie’s twin babies dying of pneumonia? That’s a deal-breaker for me. Homey don’t play that.
So…what unexpired library books do I have left on my Nook? The Ruin of a Rogue by Miranda Neville; A Kiss at Midnight by Eloisa James; and Highlander Most Wanted by Maya Banks.
Now THESE? These I can get behind. You ALWAYS know how they’re going to turn out – the rogue will get ruined or do some ruining (nummy, num, num); there will be a kiss at midnight (uhhhh-huhhh that’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout); and that naughty Highlander? The one who’s “most wanted”?? He’s gonna git hisself captured! But in a good way–no tears (or grave wax gaaack!) will be involved.