More rambling in the land of Anita

Before I toddle off to shower and leave a note inquiring as to the odds of my non-secretary making a phone call for me, we'll play a rousing game of continue to bitch about danse macabre. You know it'll be a blast.

Today's drinking game? Everytime Laurell Anita says "Sweet Mary, Mother of God" well, you know what to do. I don't remember if she always said that or if it's just the phrase of the book. Right behind the word of the book! Which is?
Winsome. Everyone from Auggie to Asher is described, repeatedly, as winsome. I noticed this even as I was half asleep yesterday. That's never a good sign.
We presume you know the whole OMG!Anitamightbepreggers thing, which I don't consider a spoiler because a) the first chapter of doom has been online for ages and b) it's mentioned on the book jacket. So there. Anyway, I think this is one of those times when it really doesn't pay to read other supernatural type things. I'm used to MaryJanice Davidson's weres and their ability to sniff out pregnancies. Why? Because it makes sense, especially if you go with their ability to sniff out just about everything else. So the entire book [or however long that looms overhead] I keep waiting for one of the weres to breathe anywhere near her and that'll be that. Obviously this never happens.

I must be the only person on the planet who likes Damian [I don't even know why], but it would be nice if she'd stop trying to kill him by forgetting him. How the fuck, other than sheer stupidity, did that happen? She spent 300 pages [literally, since he doesn't show up until page 311] mentioning him repeatedly and how she'd managed to nearly kill him a few times, blah blah blah blah... and then she does it again. Meh. I did snort at his comment to the rehashed plotline though, so maybe that's worth it, sorta.

I find it extremely painful when old Anita pops up. Y'know, in between the sexing it up and whatnot, you'll have her yammer on about preternatural somethingorother and you'll think, "Oi! Anita, I remember you. How ya been? Oh, yeah, knee deep in ass."

No, I'm not done yet. But if the last Merry book didn't even manage to break a night, I suppose I shouldn't complain about the fact that I'm not sure this one will break 48 hours. But I think I'm gonna since there are ghosts of plot bunnies, but they were crushed under all the mind numbing sex.

Btw, Marmee Noir? Makes me snort each and everytime I read it. Right now even.

orange

Orange postcard sized notice of doom.

Namely, we "tried" to deliver your package, but no one came to the door.

I only believe this if it's my normal mail man. The replacements have each been busted on the lie... repeatedly. [When you watch the mail truck arrive at your mailbox, shove stuff in and then move on to the next house as you scamper to the box and see the note? Yeah. Busted.]

Finished DM. I kept holding out hope there was a plot. No. Filler. So. Much. Filler. I know quite a few people had pretty much deemed this their last try book. You know, last try before Anita was relegated to the trash bin for good, or until the author found someone who didn't kiss her ass and made her insert a plot into the book and then follow it through like she used to do. I'd love to say I'll just shove the Anita books to the corner of my brain and say that's it. But I won't. I'll wonder if she ever managed to regain her sanity or fake it nice and pretty like before.

Merry's got another book or two before I scream in unfun ways. Only Laurell's all crotchsoulbound to Anita that even when working a Merry book, she's actually working a piss poor Anita book on the side.

Whore. :p

I want my box o' books, dammit.