What I Really Want

I’ve been reading a lot of craft books. Things that tell me books should be all about plot, and tension, and making characters miserable until the very end. But maybe, just maybe, that’s not what I want to read.

Please let it be a kissing book!

Yeah, I know. Kind of a revelation to me, too.

But the deal is life has been pretty stressful.

There’s hurricanes like Irma and Harvey, issues with North Korea, Las Vegas shootings, NYC terrorist attacks, trade concerns, Russia investigations, debt ceilings, border walls, and whatever else is gobbling up the news. It feels like a constant stream of ugliness and negativity. Maybe it’s always been there, and I was better at not noticing.

There’s family and work and health issues and . . . Well, you get the idea. You probably suffer from all of it, too.

So maybe, just maybe, when I slip into a fictional world, I’m not looking for heart wrenching agony. I’m not looking for Game of Thrones level treachery, betrayal, and angst. Maybe, I just want a nice romance with a few obstacles to overcome and then a happily-ever-after.


Yeah, that’s kinda ugly to admit. But it’s true.

I have a rather large stack of books to read. Most of them romance, so I should get my happily-ever-after. Yet, I don’t want to read about a lot of things in them. I never have the stomach for rape. I’m really not looking for characters that keep making bad choices as we watch the suspense build.

I don’t really want to be on the edge of my seat. I just don’t have it in me to care. Or, if I do care, I’d rather save it for something else.

I want to slip into a book and let it be a nice ride. Give me some bumps and challenges to overcome, but that lets me escape into it. I don’t find fear or horror relaxing. Or suffering.


While maybe it’s not good storytelling and doesn’t follow the rules of craft, this is what I want right now. What I’ve been reading. What entertains me. And for me, that’s all that matters at the moment.

Maybe I’m alone. And that’s okay. It won’t be the first time, and it won’t be the last.


How about you? Ever find yourself too wrung out for high-intensity fiction? Am I the only one that watches reruns of Bob Ross to relax some evenings?

Book Review: Four to Score

Title: Four to Score

Author: Janet Evanovich


After finishing the fourth book in the series, I think I am done reading this series.

I just don’t find it all that funny, and that’s supposed to be its selling point.

I am a bit tired of a character who is out of her league as a bounty hunter still putting her life and the lives of her family and friends in danger. I mean, who would still be in this gig after getting another car fire bombed, their apartment fire bombed (and had they been home at 2am, they would have died), and then another arson attempt at the friend’s house they were staying at?

I am also growing annoyed at the unresolved romance between the heroine and her love interest. Other than him being attractive, I am not sure what she’s looking for. He doesn’t call her for months . . . and she’s still interested?

Not only do I find it unbelievable, but it makes me dislike the love interest. And it makes me dislike the heroine for not moving past this as he clearly isn’t interested if he’s only calling every few months.

At the same time, I found the heroine a bit childish. I think I was supposed to find her behavior funny, but I didn’t.

Humor is so personal, but I don’t find a lot in the book funny I assume I am meant to. For example, a promiscuous childhood rival that was the cause of her divorce when she found the woman having sex with her husband is not funny to me.  Nor was the gun violence. Nor was the fact that someone was a transvestite. Although I find Eddie Izzard freaking hilarious, I find his act funny not his clothing choices.

Maybe its the timing. These books look like they were set in the mid to late 90s and probably written around the same time. Long before the events of Sandy Hook and Orlando.

I still didn’t figure out the whodunit directly, but I know by now if a character is mentioned that they figure in somehow. And while I didn’t know what the bad guys were up to until it was revealed, I did know who they were.

If you liked the first three stories in this series and found them funny, you will probably like the fourth. It is very similar in pacing and style. The odd collection of characters was fun at first, but now they feel a bit stale.

Maybe I have just been devouring them too quickly. Perhaps I need more time between books to better enjoy them. Binge on anything and it can turn you off to it. Except for chocolate. I have yet to meet my limit on chocolate.