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Mercy’s Embrace … and our Christmas eBook sale

‘Tis the season for reading.
And also for sweet eBook prices.

Here’s what we’re talking about …

 

Pamela Aidan’s much-loved Fitzwilliam Darcy, Gentleman trilogy, and her Young Master Darcy have special Christmas pricing.

Susan Kaye’s wonderful Captain Wentworth novels, None But You and For You Alone, are also marked down.

Robin Helm, Laura Hile, and Barbara Cornthwaite (along with fellow author Wendi Sotis) have a new Christmas anthology, A Very Austen Christmas, and it is holding its own as a #1 Amazon Best Seller.

All of Robin Helm’s books — her Yours By Design series and  Guardian trilogy and her popular romance, Understanding Elizabeth —  are marked down to $1.99 each.

Barbara Cornthwaite’s delightful George Knightley, Esquire duo — Charity Envieth Not and Lend Me Leave — are on sale too.

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And so is Laura Hile’s Pride and Prejudice body-swap romance, Darcy By Any Other Name.

 

Finally, as if this were not enough Book Love, today Laura relaunches Mercy’s Embrace: So Rough A Course, the first volume of her Elizabeth Elliot series.

It’s a sparkling Regency romp in three parts, featuring all your favorites from Jane Austen’s Persuasion.

We are loving the new cover for this one.

Better stil, right now there is an eBook giveaway going on at Just Jane 1813Come read Claudine’s enthusiastic review, and leave a comment to enter.

Bring on the wintry weather, a bright fireside, and good reading, we say.

 

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It Could Get Cra-zy Up There

One of my favorite website is COLOSSAL. It’s about art, design, and just a lot of interesting stuff. I ran across something that should be of interest to many of us aging book types:

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In Japan the houses are small, and the country being prone to earthquakes makes this slanted, climbable bookcase the center of the home. Even in a good shake, the books stay put.

I see problems.

I’m going to be 60 this year and I really don’t want to climb to the top of the bookcase to fetch my favorite copy of Little Women my husband gave me decades ago. My question would be, is Louisa May worth the risk of a broken hip? Put it on a lower shelf you say. That’s a great idea, but if you buy enough books, eventually, you’ll have to get off the ground.

Have someone else do it. Good, good. The problem is that someone else would wind up being a grandchild. Those of you who have had a climber know that this is a bad, bad example to set for them. We have a grandson who could go either way at this point so I know I don’t want to try and explain to him how shinnying up the bookcase to get Grandma’s pretty blue book is different from shinnying up there and swinging from shelf to shelf like a monkey. Or better yet, playing tag on the shelves with a like-minded friend.

Here’s another picture of the house with this bookcase:

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The bookcase is not the only recreational feature of this house. I am guessing the lower room is the kitchen and the seating upstairs is for contemplation and work-from-home space. All I see is Olympic-level pancake flipping from the lower to the upper level. Or, shaking the soda bottle hard enough to see if you can hit a glass on the upper counter.

I’m sure there are a thousand and one more activities that could be devised with this configuration.

Maybe my family is out of whack, but I only see built-in challenges to kids and teens, and lots of visits to the emergency room with these features.

In reality, this is an interesting take on how architecture can evolve to meet challenges of the environment. Read about it HERE.

The company we keep …

 

Photo Credit: Glyn Lowe Photoworks (Creative Commons Flickr)

I’m not a fan of name-droppers, no. Growing up, I was around plenty of them.

I was raised in the greater Los Angeles area; our semi-rural community was within easy commuting distance of “beautiful downtown Burbank.” Burbank is not glamorous, but it ought to be. Movie and television studios such as Disney, NBC, Worldwide Pictures, and Warner Bros. call Burbank home.

The reason I remember these is because we drove past them to get to my grandma’s. She lived in the Hollywood Hills above Cahuenga and Barham; her living room windows had a view of the famous hillside sign. Not that we cared. We thought that was normal.

What also was normal were the neighbors and friends’ parents who were employed by the studios. These professionals kept their heads down and worked. “Acting is a job, just like any other,” a dad I used to babysit for once told me. (Right there on his mantelpiece, two Emmy statues for sound editing.)

Ah, but their teenage offspring? They name-dropped. After a while, this became tiresome.

Well, now it is my turn. That’s right, I’m dropping some names!

Because Susan Kaye and I were mentioned in Janet Todd’s The Cambridge Introduction to Jane Austen. Seriously, we are in the same paragraph with one of our most favorite writers ever, P.D. James.

It’s our moment of semi-academic fame. Well, as fan fiction writers, anyway. We are smiling as we shake our heads. We are “ebullient and incorrigible spinners-off” of Austen’s novels, ha!

The moral of this story: googling your own name can unearth pleasant surprises. As well as the other kind …

Take a look! This screenshot is from a sample page from Google Books.

 

The Mighty Thor and His Hammer

Several years ago my husband and I decided to dip a collective toe into the Marvel Cinematic Universe. MCU for short. I think we started with one of the Ironman movies and moved on from there. At this point, my husband is a Thor man and I am firmly Team Captain America. Yes, a mixed marriage for sure. But, we co-exist.

This being the case, Thor: Ragnorok was a necessary part of the weekend.

No spoilers.

If you like the Marvel franchise, you’ll see it. If you haven’t taken a dip yet, and chose this particular spot to wade in, you may be confused. Either way,  just like its poster the movie is garish, lots of loud rock n roll, a fun Gene Wilder Willie Wonka reference, and several shots of Chris Hemsworth’s unclad torso. (If you’re into that sort of thing.)

Oh, and if you are a fan of the Asgardians. you will get to see a fully-clad Heimdall, (Idris Elba),  FINALLY getting to do more than guard the Bifrost Bridge.

It was fun and did move the story along. The next installment will be Black Panther, coming in early 2018, with the BIGGIE being The Avengers: Infinity Wars in May. The site CinemaBlend   seems to be a go-to for all things Marvel. There are spoilers a plenty so proceed with caution.

Again, big and gaudy is Ragnorok. Fun, but I came home and watched all three Captain America movies. Go, Cap.

Oh, and if you haven’t bought your copy of the holiday anthology, A Very Austen Christmas by our own Barbara Cornthwaite, Robin Helm and Laura Hile, do so. You can help keep them cresting on their wave as No 1 in it’s category.

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Veteran’s Day was Saturday and there was the usual acknowledgement in Church  Sunday morning. I didn’t stand this year. I’ve made myself stand for the last few years, but not Sunday. I was glad to see several more women standing and I suppose out of solidarity I should have stood. I’m always conflicted about my service. It’s my own weird sort of Stolen Valor Syndrome.

The military services became all volunteer in 1973. With the draft eliminated, the military was less free to turn away candidates. I think the real thought was that if we didn’t maintain a huge standing Army, there would be less need for one. Too bad evil doesn’t think like that. Anyway, Viet Nam was winding down and the country was weary so the military wound down as well. I went to basic training in January of 1977. One day after Jimmy Carter was sworn in as president.

I spent nine weeks in Basic Training at Lackland Air Force Base outside of San Antonia, Texas. Then went, by school bus, to Sheppard AFB, Wichita Falls, Texas. Yes, I managed to hit all the garden spots of Texas in winter. My first experience with Class 100 tornadoes was at Sheppard. I hate tornadoes.  After a bout of German Measles that put me in the hospital and put me back five days in my training, I went to Mountain Home AFB, in Idaho. There I schlepped tools and training records for the rest of my “tour.” I left the service the day Ronald Reagan was sworn in.

There were no hot spots, emergencies, insurgencies, no “cies” at all during my four-year tour of duty. We practiced in what was called “mobility training.” We all had to have our bags ready to go if all hell broke loose somewhere outside the U. S. I did have dog tags to identify my body if the worst happened.  But, all I really did was maintain a place for the next person to come along and serve. And, ideally, that’s what you want. Just keep the lights on and wheels greased, just in case.

People did die in covert military actions during my four years but not  in in “battle.” Overtly, things were quiet. We know there are covert activities because there are always covert operations being planned, executed and mopped up, no matter how peaceful it may look on the news.

This is my struggle. Saying I was in the Air Force, served one four-year TOD, and that I worked in Wing Training is disappointing for the hearer. Wing Training doesn’t sound nearly as exciting as Forward Operating Forces, or munitions. And, it’s not.

“So, you pushed paper.” Yup, that’s what I did. I helped to keep the clattery operation clattering along by scheduling people in fire suppression, small arms, and various duty-specific classes. I stood guard over freedom by  entering it all key-by-key in a pre-internet computer system that ran on punch cards, daisy wheel printers, and miles of continuous-feed computer paper. I kept the bureaucracy humming along to keep you safe.  All the offers of, “Thank you for your service,” are rather sad. They read like compliments to someone at the DMV for not making a hash of your license renewal. So, I sat this year.

Oh, and if you read last week’s screed on Amazon taking it’s sweet time getting me my paint sprayer, it finally came LAST NIGHT. Fat lot of good it did my at midnight. Bill tinkered with it and even read the owner’s manual. I think they walked it over after my complaint. Amazon, Google, Face Book, and Twitter. GAFT the Overlord has a nice ring to it.

It’s a Brave New Amazonian World

No, we’re not doing this kind of painting, but isn’t this neat? And odd. (Gizmondo.com.au)

So, Tuesday I ordered a simple, hand-held paint sprayer. Nothing fancy or elegant, but serviceable and in keeping with our station in life. I, of course, ordered it from Amazon because … you know. Anyway, it was supposed to be delivered to an Amazon Locker yesterday. My husband would pick it up on the way home from work in the wee hours of the morning so we could begin the mistification of paint early this morning.

Not happening. If you haven’t heard, Amazon has decided to start it’s own, in-house delivery system. For nearly two decades UPS has been bringing my Amazon stuff and I was happy. There was that one Big Bang Theory DVD that got crushed in the teeth of a conveyor belt and UPS sent it along anyway, but I called Amazon, they sent a new one, relationship reestablished. Nary a hitch since.

I love a mystery so I have been clicking and checking all the info on my order. Here’s what I know: if you’re part of the brave new Amazonian experiment, you will see the code, AMZL US in the tracking code for your order. From all the reviews I’ve read, particularly on Reddit, beware.

All this is annoying because there is a gargantuan Amazon warehouse within spitting distance of the locker. (Disclaimer: Put down the hand sanitizer for there is no actual spitting involved.This is not a measurement recognized by the U. S. Weights and Measures types, but a dated expression that means close by.)

I’m betting if some enterprising troop were to fire up a delivery drone, the engine wouldn’t even get warmed up whizzing it over to said locker.

Photo of the new Amazon delivery fleet courtesy of WIKI COMMONS

So, I wait. If this is the direction that Amazon is going with customer service, I’m rethinking my dependence on them. Meanwhile, if you see this guy out and about, send him my way. Please.

The Days They Pass …

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 22, 2017
My tinnitus is screaming, which means I’ve been to church. Every Sunday, I try to remember just when every service become like a full-on DEAF Leppard concert. We even have a guitar player who does a modified shred during praise and worship. I’m just not appreciative of that sort of “freedom.” When did I become so old?

 

MONDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2017
I finally caught up on season six, seven, and eight of The Walking Dead. I’ve been away from Rick and Co for nearly two years. But when my mom moved to be closer to my brother, I decided I would go back and catch up. I still love the storytelling; taut and tense. The more things change the more they stay the same. Well except for Glenn being gone.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2017
I got up and am working on a silly SciFi-esque story for Frederick and Anne. Here’s hoping to have some of it ready to post at BEYOND AUSTEN by Halloween. Or as most of us without children know it, next Tuesday. And today is beans and rice day. Any good recipes? The only serious bean recipe I know by heart is for Navy Bean soup. Love it but it’s not cold enough yet. Interesting aside, when looking for a graphic, all that came up at the graphics site I am using was coffee beans. So, coffee is what sustains us now, not food. Good to know.

Sue (Susan Kaye)