An abrupt ending but overall a fun time.
I’m not just a m/m romance whore; I’m also a pretty average mom who, without even trying, is apparently a favorite with all my 16 year-old daughter’s friends. They even wanted to follow me on Instagram and Twitter, which was horrifying until I realized I could make a second account that didn’t include pictures of mostly naked hot guys making out (or worse, better). I don’t think that was the kind of support their high school’s Gay Straight Alliance was looking for.
Anyhoo, my daughter is a junior in HS and their band (and choir, but the rivalry is wicked so I probably shouldn’t even mention them) is traveling to New York City. . . by bus. . .
I just spent
two 3 days making 19 dozen apple-shaped cutout cookies for my daughter to take on her HS band’s 22 hour bus ride to New York. What started out as me being the crazy-but-cool mom making ‘Big Apple’ cookies for 120 people has ended with a midnight trip to Wal-Mart to get two MORE bottles of No-Taste Red icing color, FML!
I am in serious need of a
Sterek margarita break!
I giggled like a loon pretty much from page one and couldn’t stop reading, even as sleep-deprivation kicked in around 5 a.m.
And seriously, how can I not love a book that had not ONE, but TWO Lord of the Rings references in the first 20%?
ETA: March 13, 2017:
Reading this, again. I think this must be my favorite comfort read; it’s almost embarrassing how many times I could add a ‘Date Read’ to this fic. My enjoyment of this fic is immense, but it’s not the gushing fangirl kind of enjoyment. It’s more subtle than my usual enthusiastic proclamation to ‘Just go read this!’ (though you really should go read this). No squeeing with this fic, just an incredible amount of emotions. Amusement at the kit’s initial interactions with people like Alex, who is certain the kit wants to murder him; with Deaton, who the kit probably does want to murder with each of the vet’s visits; and those poor chickens, who the kit torments with glee. There is amazement as ‘Stiles’ becomes less and less the little wild animal Derek found and more and more a real human being. A combination of anxiety and near-hopelessness as it becomes more and more likely Stiles will have his heart broken no matter what the outcome of their endeavors. And finally, happiness in an unexpected and clever conclusion that leaves me – every time – with the unique bone-deep feeling of satisfaction that only comes at the end of a remarkable story.
And I get all that for free, with one click on AO3, sent to my iPad. I get a story I come back to (often) when I feel the need to smile. I can click the ‘kudos’ button and leave a comment on AO3; I can leave a review on Goodreads sharing what it means to me that a stanger a world away from me chose to share something beautiful just because she wanted to.
And I guess if all that isn’t enough to show my gratitude I can suck it up and feel one more emotion regarding this fic: acute embarrassment every time I type in a current date in the ‘Date Read’ column.
Do you think Goodreads has a limit for that?
Original Review, January 20, 2016:
This was just…yeah, beautiful. Two nights ago I bawled my way through There Are No Wolves in California and tonight I am once more amazed by this writer (though, thankfully, this time around I’m not dripping snotty tears all over the place). I really should go to bed but I just know I’ll be searching for my next DW fix instead. Or maybe an LH fix, who knows, who cares, they are both amazing.
I always feel guilty when I spend more time writing a review for a book I’m not crazy about than I do writing a review for a book I love. But I also feel a bit guilty when I don’t explain my reasons for a less than stellar rating. I gave this book three stars, which isn’t bad, but that’s after rounding up from 2.5 stars. So here is my version of a compromise: I’m copy/pasting the comments I made while reading the book. You can get an idea of why this book drove me batty, all without me spending more time on it than it really deserves.
Ohmygod, I’m actually skimming the sex scenes. I always feel stupid when I say this, considering the books I typically enjoy, but whatever, it’s true: too much sex! I need some STORY!
“You refused to leave me,” I murmured. Eli tucked my hair behind my ear before trailing his finger over my jaw. “You make me a little less broken.”
I’m not sure if this is really romantic or really sappy.
A Writer’s Guide to Terms of Endearment, Chapter One:
Do not have your characters call each other “Baby” if one of them has a pet Rottweiler whose name is also, you guessed it, “Baby.”
DNF @ 67%
This was my status update at 63%:
So far: talk about job, describe dinner in detail, make out, go home and REPEAT again the next day. And the day after that. And the day after THAT.
There is absolutely nothing interesting going on here.
Huge bummer, because I loved this author’s Red Dirt Series and Thomas Elkin Series, those were all mostly five star books for me.