The rumor of Robert Downey, Jr’s involvement in the next trip into Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles finally reached me today. I was excited, worried, but mostly disturbed. There seems to be a curse that follows those who portray Lestat de Lioncourt on the big screen. It’s as if the pressure
Instead of writing like a good little girl, I did an amazing amount of reading this week. I swear to all that is holy, if that flu bug hits this house one more time, IT’S WAR!!!!!!! A few of my highlights were Eve Silver’s Demon’s Hunger, Nalini Singh’s Caressed By Ice, Rachel Vincent’s Pride, and
I thoroughly blame my Aunt Jan for my obsession with classic movies. Ever since I can remember, we’d watch black and white movies on Saturday mornings at my grandmother’s house. She’s done much more for me in my twenty some odd years, but it’s this love that I return to
This is Day 2: The Killer Flu Bug. *grumble* I finished the last two Jennifer Rardin books and Ann Aguirre’s Grimspace this week. If my head quits pounding, I should be able to post reviews of them. All three books where highly enjoyable, so I want to do them justice with a clear head.
EDIT: Thank you Beef for correcting me! I do this all the time…the correct movie is CHILDREN of Men, not City of Men. : ) My husband and I are slightly bizarre. We come up with catch phrases that no one else understands and that don’t, really, make that much
I don’t know what got me started thinking about this, maybe the current state of my life (or lack thereof), but it’s been rolling through my head for a few days now and I’ve just had a chance to get it out. Why are women falling in love with their rapists/kidnappers