Today I’m going to tell you about my midday meal ritual. Never let it be said that excitement is in short supply at The Write Transition.
Every day, like most mortals, I take a lunch break. During that lunch break, I read. Forty-five minutes of fiction equals three-quarter hours of bliss.
The following books by blogging buddies delivered my most recent bliss. I won’t post reviews per se—you can find my formal reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Instead, to keep you glued to your seats, I will lather you in sticky nonsense and share the take-home moral I gleaned from each of these enjoyable reads.
Books By Blogging Buddies In The Order I Read Them
In A Warm Wind by Erin French, I learned that Mr. Rubin is exceedingly lucky to have a wife like me, especially since I don’t wish him dead. But even though Anthea would prefer her husband in pinewood and dirt, she is the sauciest protagonist I’ve met in a while, and her well-written journey entertains as much as it shocks.
In Never Say Spy by Diane Henders, I learned I just might be in love with a woman. Her name is Ayden Kelly. Tough, sexy, smart, and funny—and never far from a meal. But is she a spy or not? You be the judge. Except for a penis and testes, James Bond has nothing on her.
In Recipes For Revenge by G.M. Barlean, I first had to swallow my envy for its creative inception (a “four-course” novel with four tasty recipes). Then I learned Mr. Rubin better never piss me off, because from the wronged women in this novel, I discovered some interesting culinary revenge. “Septic Salad,” anyone?
In Stories About Things by Aelius Blythe, I learned that short stories with a dark twist make me neglect my children. While reading it, I failed to whip up dinner and instead engaged in a distracted phone call with Papa John’s Pizza. Thus, my boys enjoyed the book as well, without reading a single page. Oh, and Aelius? Best. Pseudonym. Ever.
In Perigee Moon by Lynn Schneider, I learned I wanted to slap clueless fictional characters upside the head almost as much as the ignoramuses of real life. But I also learned that patience is a virtue, because over time, Luke experiences the self-realization necessary to better his lot in life. If you enjoy the works of John Irving and Jonathan Franzen, you will bask in this literary delight.
In One Night in Bridgeport by Mark Paxson, I have yet to discover my life lesson, since I’m still reading this page-turning treat. But I suspect the lesson will have something to do with the avoidance of steamy one-night stands. Especially when the outcome is a charge of rape.
Yikes! That last sentence means Connie has left the building. I have a book to read dammit!
What are you reading now? Or, if you had to choose a pen name, what would it be? Or, if you’re sick of my stupid questions, ask me one of your own.
All book images from the authors’ websites
Note: I would like to extend my sincere thank you to all of you who purchased my book and for your kind, supportive words. Thanks to you, I had the most exciting Monday I’ve ever experienced. Really, I mean that. Seeing my novel climb to #39 in Amazon’s medical thriller category was beyond my wildest dreams. Sure, the numbers will plummet—I’m not delusional—but for one day you made me a winner. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Now skedaddle. You’ve made me emotional.