Books to the Sky

Archive for October 2008

DocTurtle of Judge A Book By Its Cover, who has previously frowned upon romance novels, is recapping a Harlequin Blaze with awesome results. Part 1 and Part 2.


The state of Massachusetts has chosen Moby Dick as its official epic novel. This go me thinking: what would the state book of my state be? There are too many novels about New York, I can’t really choose.

Thoughts about your states? I’m trying to come up with a good one for New Jersey, where I spent my formative years.

Like Pretty Woman in Australia, only with less prostituting and more REVENGE!

Like Pretty Woman in Australia, only with less prostituting and more REVENGE!

Line, Publication Date: Harlequin Presents, 2008
Cover Steaminess: 7. A shirtless guy and a girl in a pink negligee are making out on a bed in front of a window that shows a city skyline.
Series/Back of Book Description: Red Hot Revenge. “All that stands in the way of Dante Carazzo and revenge is Mackenzi Keogh. Mackenzi will do anything to save her hotel—something Dante uses to his advantage: he’ll reconsider if she becomes his mistress! Mackenzi knows she shouldn’t trust Dante, but the pleasure he gives her is too intense to resist. However, their bargain is compromised when Dante learns she is pregnant…”
Flowery Language Quotient: Medium. Nothing egregious, but typical romance novel-y exaggeration and euphemism during the sex scenes. (At one point, his chest hair curls “possessively” around her fingers, for instance.) And there’s this description of orgasm: “She came apart like the force of a skyrocket, exploding into myriad tiny stars that sparkled and shone and floated on the breeze as they drifted back down to earth.” That’s pretty typical of the writing style in this book, always taking the description just a step too far.

It’s a filthy night in Australia and Dante Carrazzo is in a filthy mood. He’s driving around trying to find a boutique hotel that is apparently hard to find. And he has plans for this hotel. (Filthy plans? Dirty plans? Naughty plans? Okay, sorry. But this is a romance novel. We already all know where this is going. Wanna place bets that the innkeeper is an attractive woman?)

Dante arrives at Ashton House, the hotel. Words he thinks of to describe the old mansion-cum-hotel: “sinister,” “unwelcoming,” “brooding,” and “resentful.” Sounds like a place you want to stay, right? Or like the freaking Bates Motel. (Although, “resentful”?) He goes in and tells the night clerk his name, which is how it’s revealed that Dante recently came to own this particular house of horrors. Sounds like it’ll be a good investment. The property once belonged to Jonas and Sara Douglas and it took Dante 17 years to get his hands on this particular gem. The acquisition of the hotel is a key piece to an unspecified revenge plot against the Douglases. But it’s late and rainy, so Dante just wants to go to sleep. He strips off his clothes intending to do just that and finds… a naked woman in the bed!

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Thanks to Like Pike for the link. And if you got here from there, I hope you stick around for a while.

I’ve got Remember Me 3 sitting on my bookshelf for a while. I’ll get to it soon, I promise! I’m also trying to get the Final Friends trilogy off eBay, since my copies seem to have fallen into some abyss.

High Brow: New book! Words in Air: The Complete Correspondence between Elizabeth Bishop and Robert Lowell. Bishop is one of my favorite poets, and her story is an interesting one. She preferred the ladies, but her good friend Robert Lowell (also a gifted poet) was in love with her.

Low Brow: Dear Author explains the Alpha Male in romance novels. Actually, it’s a pretty insightful critique of a recent tendency of romance authors to try to outdo each other by making their heroes alpha-ier. (?) The bigger, brawnier, and pushier the better. (See also, Rolf.)

Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them! How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.
--Arnold Lobel

From the moment I picked up your book until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.
--Groucho Marx

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