congratulations, it's an earl!
we were all excited about having the weekend together with nothing planned and then within 15 minutes of when i got home we had friends coming for dinner tonight and for brunch tomorrow. and we're so boring that we were in bed at 9:00. and no, "in bed" is not code for wild donkey sex.
i woke up at 3, needing to pee, unable to stop running money matters over in my head, and hungry. for an hour, i read this incredibly dumb, so bad it was at the dollar store, regency romance novel (and i use that term loosely) that someone gave me as a joke (i think. i hope.) for my birthday. the teaser on the back cover actually starts out, "congratulations, it's an earl!," which may be the funniest thing ever to appear on a book cover, or at least on a romance. the story involves our heroine traveling from her family's exile in portugal back to jolly old england with her six month old nephew and suitable matron of an escort to claim her nephew's rightful place as the earl of camembertandstilton or whatever. the nephew is the result of the secret (!) marriage between the former earl and our heroine's sister - now both conveniently deceased. the last earl's cousin has become earl, and our heroine storms his castle (and his heart) even as she fights to unseat him as earl. i'm about a third of the way through, but that's what i've gotten so far. that, and lots of laving apparently took place in the regency period; the verb to lave in all its forms is very big in this book.
i was annoyed enough with it (and hungry enough) to finally get up and come downstairs and toast a pita and smear it with roasted red pepper hummus and tuna, but the tuna doesn't taste right, and it's not a bag of reese's miniatures, which is what i really wanted. i could live on them. truly. two hours later, i'm still awake. it's going to be a long day.
my wakefulness did at least give me a chance to catch up on blogs and only now did i learn of julie's news. i'm so sad that another baby has slipped through her fingers. she deserves so much better.
i woke up at 3, needing to pee, unable to stop running money matters over in my head, and hungry. for an hour, i read this incredibly dumb, so bad it was at the dollar store, regency romance novel (and i use that term loosely) that someone gave me as a joke (i think. i hope.) for my birthday. the teaser on the back cover actually starts out, "congratulations, it's an earl!," which may be the funniest thing ever to appear on a book cover, or at least on a romance. the story involves our heroine traveling from her family's exile in portugal back to jolly old england with her six month old nephew and suitable matron of an escort to claim her nephew's rightful place as the earl of camembertandstilton or whatever. the nephew is the result of the secret (!) marriage between the former earl and our heroine's sister - now both conveniently deceased. the last earl's cousin has become earl, and our heroine storms his castle (and his heart) even as she fights to unseat him as earl. i'm about a third of the way through, but that's what i've gotten so far. that, and lots of laving apparently took place in the regency period; the verb to lave in all its forms is very big in this book.
i was annoyed enough with it (and hungry enough) to finally get up and come downstairs and toast a pita and smear it with roasted red pepper hummus and tuna, but the tuna doesn't taste right, and it's not a bag of reese's miniatures, which is what i really wanted. i could live on them. truly. two hours later, i'm still awake. it's going to be a long day.
my wakefulness did at least give me a chance to catch up on blogs and only now did i learn of julie's news. i'm so sad that another baby has slipped through her fingers. she deserves so much better.
posted by laura at 5:55 AM
2 Comments:
That sounds like a pretty scary book... Perhaps it's just my bad association with the name Earl.
the lave thing just reminds me of something from "The Princess Bride" -- spoken by Billy Crystal -- "to blaaaaaave...which means to bluff." So that is saying nothing in particular, I guess. Um, yeah.
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