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What I’m watching

Hey, I’m a simple girl. The World Cup is on, I watch it. 

And, like, I’m not even that enamoured by football (please ignore all previous posts that hint at the contrary), but there’ve been some really good games! My favourite so far? Easily the fixture between Spain and Cabo Verde. I’ll be one of the quickest to write off a goalless draw as a boring, annoying match, but honestly! If there ever was a match that perfectly captured the feeling of frustration, it would be this one. Spain: incursion, after incursion, after–you guessed it–incursion. And yet they didn’t even get an offside goal in because of the immovable object that was Cabo Verde’s defence, especially the crazy good man in goal, Vozinha. It was a beautiful picture of duality: Spain all attack, Cabo Verde all defence, frustrating every Spanish effort. For World Cup debutants to hold former winners to such an exciting draw, it deserves an honourable mention. 

Also, I’m watching The Fellowship of the Ring. Right now they’re in the Mines of Moria. The Sauron octopus has been slain. And Gandalf has lots of love for Pippin. 


What I’m writing

Ooh. Right. 

So. Everyone who knows me knows I’m a big romantic. 

Okay. Fact remains none of them has ever said this to my face. But deep down I know they believe it. In the spirit of…all that, here’s a love story I wrote! It’s short (fewer than 5,000 words). Click here to read. 

It…does mention death, though. And grief. And gun violence. And there’s a chance your idea of a love story and mine may differ. So. Let me know what you think. 

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What I’m reading

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The Heart of War, by Olivia Snow

Genre: Regency Romance

Synopsis: Romance meets The Art of War. Helena has to get married to pay off her father’s debts. He has some ideas for a suitor, ideas Helena doesn’t like, so she makes him a deal: Give me a few days to choose my own rich man, and if I don’t get him in said time, you can marry me off to whoever you please. 

I stayed up to read this.  

The writing is beautiful! It’s fluid, it’s alive, it’s got no saggy middles. It’s descriptive without being flowery. The pacing’s great. The first person narration switches between funny and deep, and even the painful bits are done with such earnestness you can’t look away. Proud Helena’s character development was so clear and heartwarming, and the love story! Hm. And when the bad people start getting their comeuppance–and they do–it’s so satisfying. 


Birthdays are Murder, by Cindy Sample

Genre: Cozy Mystery

Synopsis: After performing at a children’s party, Sierra discovers a dead body, and immediately becomes a person of interest. Now she must work to clear her name. 

Yes, I’ve come again with my murder mysteries. But this one was funny from start to finish, which, admittedly, is my kryptonite. I loved Sierra as the sleuth. She’s a proper amateur. She holds no delusions about her prowess. She bumbles. She errs. She gets in the way of the Chief of Police. But she makes smart deductions, and builds fun relationships (especially with cats, as if I needed an excuse to like this woman further). 


May God be with you. Farewell! 
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