This morning I finished reading "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty" by A.N. Roquelaure, which is really Anne Rice. It took me about a week to read it considering I finished reading "Second Time Around" by Beth Kendrick at 3:25am Tuesday morning and I started reading it around 7:30pm that evening and it was 74 pages longer.
A friend recommended it after a co-worker recommended it to her. It's a sexual retelling of Sleeping Beauty. It's actually a three-book series. I only bought the first one to see if I liked it and if so, I'd buy the others. The friend that recommended it, responded to the book sexually. As she read it, she went through periods of arousal and discomfort. And of course, she thought it'd be right up my alley. I'm not new to erotica. I'm not talking about romance novels, I'm talking about EROTICA.
So, yes, it's surprising. I did not care for the book. It was difficult to get through it; not because of all the S&M, it just kept putting me to sleep. And there was no arousal, no disgust, no discomfort; just nothing. I've had stronger reactions reading plain old romance novels.
I find no reason to read the next book in the series. Even putting the sex and S&M aside, the story was not compelling and did not leave me wanting more, wanting to know what happens to Sleeping Beauty and all the other sex slaves. blah. very disappointing.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Walking east on Missouri
As a child, I walked down Missouri every day during the week on my way to elementary school. As an adult, I rarely walk that route any more, but when I do I am filled with so many memories. The apartments I spent so much time at with my friend. Apartments I wasn't allowed to go to, but yet I did. The corner house I saw moving when the 1987 earthquake hit as I walked to school. The brick wall that stood so high above me as a little girl and now is even with my height. Everything is so clear. When I do walk east on Missouri, I long for those days of my youth. The carefree days with my good friend. The days of calling up party lines and flirting with guys in their 20s (we were only 9, by the way), taking baths together (it's funny that we took turns getting undressed and made the other close her eyes and yet we were taking baths together), learning to shave even though there was no hair on our legs. Every time I walk down that street, I long for my childhood.
Friday, February 11, 2011
5th Annual Pool Tournament
Come and check out YV's 5th Annual Pool Tournament on Wed, Feb 16th at Yankee Doodles in Santa Monica. It's a great event and lots of raffle prizes.
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