<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845393820019557239</id><updated>2009-10-13T15:24:36.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't believe it's not a BLOG! - it's probably about romance novels or something...</title><subtitle type='html'>Despite it's title, it is, in fact, a blog that will mostly contain reviews of romance novels and any other books that catch my interest.  May also contain cover snarks, perhaps a bit of details in my own life, and a heaping dose of good ole sarcasm.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255743019320859645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845393820019557239.post-157597695649504417</id><published>2007-05-23T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:55:16.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grade: A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authors: E-H'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historical'/><title type='text'>Frederica - Georgette Heyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RlTvhJYeW9I/AAAAAAAAABA/QdsgnItl5uw/s1600-h/frederica+-+georgette+heyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RlTvhJYeW9I/AAAAAAAAABA/QdsgnItl5uw/s320/frederica+-+georgette+heyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067938833431944146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frederica &lt;/span&gt;is a wonderful story, to put it plainly.   It chronicles the transformation of the Marquis of Alverstoke from a bored, careless nobleman to a man who cares for not only the heroine Frederica, but her entire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being solicited to help her beautiful (but birdbrained) sister Charis enter society, Alverstoke finds himself accepting Frederica's proposal, mostly because she is the first person in a while whom he finds interesting.  Generally bored with everyone and everything around him, Alverstoke is cynical and sarcastic; he loathes his two gossipy sisters and only trusts his secretary Charles Trevor.  After meeting Frederica, a twenty-four year old spinster and her siblings, Alverstoke begins to come alive and to care for other people.  And, of course, falls in love with the witty and caring Frederica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Grand Sophy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frederica&lt;/span&gt; is not just a dip into the world of Regency England, but a plunge.  Never have I read a novel where the period comes more alive (even if a lot of the cant used was rather confusing).  And despite that, all of the characters are relateable and believable, especially with the transformation of Alverstoke.  Slowly he begins to care for Frederica and her younger brothers Jessamy and Felix, who place their trust in the Marquis easily and look to him for advice and guidance, something Alverstoke has not experienced before.  His prized bachelor status is in jeopardy after meeting Frederica, also.   And who wouldn't fall in love with Frederica?  She's charming, she's intelligent, she cares for her family deeply, but still sees through Alverstoke's haughtiness and lordliness to see what's beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a wonderful love story, not to mention amusing in parts and poignant in others.  Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall Grade: A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8845393820019557239-157597695649504417?l=cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/feeds/157597695649504417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8845393820019557239&amp;postID=157597695649504417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/157597695649504417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/157597695649504417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/2007/05/frederica-georgette-heyer.html' title='Frederica - Georgette Heyer'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255743019320859645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12325039105492062873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RlTvhJYeW9I/AAAAAAAAABA/QdsgnItl5uw/s72-c/frederica+-+georgette+heyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845393820019557239.post-3896993175715280439</id><published>2007-05-18T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:43:13.320-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>MMKAY!</title><content type='html'>In historical novels, I'm generally pretty ambivalent to anachronisms.  It's only if they're glaringly obvious (cars in 1810, or something stupid like that) that I get annoyed.  The exception to this, however, is the word "okay."  Nothing annoys me more than hearing the Earl of Wherever say "okay."  Kills it for me every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of both curiosity and boredom, I looked up the origins of the word okay, something that people (especially Americans, methinks) use all the time.  And according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; (Wiki is always right!), the word popped up during the American Presidential election of 1840:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In a second phase, O.K. was boosted by the 1840 presidential election, and thus marked to outlast the acronym fad from which it came. Democratic supporters of candidate &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Van_Buren" title="Martin Van Buren"&gt;Martin Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; equated "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Oll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Korrect&lt;/span&gt;" with "Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kinderhook&lt;/span&gt;", which was a nickname for Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Buren&lt;/span&gt;, a native of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kinderhook_%28town%29%2C_New_York" title="Kinderhook (town), New York"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kinderhook&lt;/span&gt;, NY&lt;/a&gt;. In response, Whig opponents attributed O.K., in the sense of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Oll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Korrect&lt;/span&gt;", to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_Jackson" title="Andrew Jackson"&gt;Andrew Jackson&lt;/a&gt;'s bad spelling. Thus, the election popularized both O.K. and a folk etymology that the acronym came from Andrew Jackson." (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.org)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although I, personally, would avoid the use of "okay" if I were writing anything before the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century, I am now able to swallow its use in a book I'm currently reading, which is set in 1890.  When the word became apart of our everyday vocabulary, though, is up for debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, please, for the love of Baby Jesus, avoid using the word in Regency England, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8845393820019557239-3896993175715280439?l=cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3896993175715280439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8845393820019557239&amp;postID=3896993175715280439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/3896993175715280439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/3896993175715280439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/2007/05/mmkay.html' title='MMKAY!'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255743019320859645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12325039105492062873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845393820019557239.post-8607573868643053507</id><published>2007-05-15T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:40:26.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grade: A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authors: M-P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historical'/><title type='text'>Thunder and Roses - Mary Jo Putney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/Rkp9HZYeW8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9M4-MIEtYv4/s1600-h/thunder+and+roses+-+mjp+large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/Rkp9HZYeW8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9M4-MIEtYv4/s320/thunder+and+roses+-+mjp+large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064998296957639618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my first experience with MJP (yes, lots of firsts lately) and I'm quite glad that I picked her up.  I always have a tendency to avoid authors that are extremely popular, mostly because they are usually overrated.  With &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thunder and Roses&lt;/span&gt;, however, I was far from disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins with the daughter of a Methodist preacher Clare Morgan going to the Demon Earl, Nicholas, for aid.  Her village, and in particular the dangerous mine there, is in need of help, and Clare is desperate enough to petition Nicholas.  He is uninterested in helping her or the village, but on a whim decides that he will help her if she will stay with him for three months--and, obviously, ruin her reputation in the process.  Not one to back down from a challenge, Clare accepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a wonderful story between two people who desperately needed one another.  Nicholas is half gypsy and believes to have been sold by his own mother to his grandfather, the previous earl.  Shadowing his inner pain with both humor and cynicism, Nicholas remains a sexy hero despite his goal of ruining Clare's pristine reputation.  Clare is also a lovely character, capable and insightful, who sees through Nicholas's bravado to discover the rather lonely man beneath.  Despite that, she also struggles with her faith and with giving in to Nicholas's seduction; she is probably the only heroine I've read of who truly believes pre-marital sex was immoral.  I also loved the friendship that blossomed between Nicholas and Clare before they made love: it made their relationship that much deeper.  And add to that the inclusion of the story being set in a Welsh village and details about mining and billiards 200 years ago--this is definitely a novel to be treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Grade: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8845393820019557239-8607573868643053507?l=cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8607573868643053507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8845393820019557239&amp;postID=8607573868643053507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/8607573868643053507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/8607573868643053507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/2007/05/thunder-and-roses-mary-jo-putney.html' title='Thunder and Roses - Mary Jo Putney'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255743019320859645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12325039105492062873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/Rkp9HZYeW8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/9M4-MIEtYv4/s72-c/thunder+and+roses+-+mjp+large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845393820019557239.post-8459414465701526840</id><published>2007-05-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:42:13.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grade: A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authors: E-H'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historical'/><title type='text'>The Grand Sophy - Georgette Heyer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RkU5QJCEfBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F0SoUil6onE/s1600-h/the+grand+sophy+-+georgette+heyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RkU5QJCEfBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F0SoUil6onE/s320/the+grand+sophy+-+georgette+heyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063516305513282578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Grand Sophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; by Georgette Heyer is a classic in the romance genre, and for me, my first Heyer novel in general. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is the story of the irrepressible Sophia Stanton-Lacy, who enters the world of her relatives Lord and Lady Ombersley and their children—and in particular, the life of her orderly cousin Charles Rivenhall—and turns everything upside down, generally for the good of those around her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sophy is a wonderful heroine who never enters the realm of being TSTL despite her fixation on messing with the world around her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is capable and independent, and is one of the few heroines I’ve encountered who truly does not worry over how others see her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her predilection for scheming, however, is usually seen through by Charles Rivenhall, the eldest of the Rivenhall children. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Normally responsible and staid, the entrance of Sophy shifts the axis of Charles’ world the most in the story, usually involving him losing his temper quite often with Sophy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the end, however, with Sophy’s schemes coming to a climax, Charles finally recognizes his love for her, despite also wanting to wring her neck from sheer frustration.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of the best aspects of this book was the sheer Regency-ness of it: you truly felt like you had been transported back 200 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So many historicals lately seem more like contemporary characters dressed in costume, yet Heyer’s worlds are permeated with details about life during that time, not to mention the dialogue that is used (and yet never comes off as awkward or forced).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The second greatest part of her story was each and every character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not one is simply a cardboard cutout designed to fill in space: from Sophy’s lackadaisical father to Charles’ snobbish fiancée, each character leaps off of the page.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, believe me, there are a bunch of characters in this story, yet not one is without personality or individuality.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The only problem I had with &lt;i&gt;The Grand Sophy&lt;/i&gt; was Charles Rivenhall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Throughout the entire story, it seemed as if he was always yelling, which is especially shown through Heyer’s predilection for many exclamation points in dialogue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Charles feels unmanned by Sophy and loses his temper with her often, yet so much of the book was him yelling at her (or at least exclaiming) that reading it was rather tiring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I just wanted to tell Charles to take a deep breath: he always seemed about to explode every time he came onto the scene.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even by the end of the story, he’s close to strangling Sophy from sheer frustration when he asks her to marry him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted, Sophy is probably the only one who could see through his temper and not be offended by his insults.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I’ve never encountered a hero more prone to apoplexy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This was the only aspect of the book that I had a hard time liking.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall Grade: A-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8845393820019557239-8459414465701526840?l=cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8459414465701526840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8845393820019557239&amp;postID=8459414465701526840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/8459414465701526840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/8459414465701526840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/2007/05/grand-sophy-georgette-heyer.html' title='The Grand Sophy - Georgette Heyer'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255743019320859645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12325039105492062873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RkU5QJCEfBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F0SoUil6onE/s72-c/the+grand+sophy+-+georgette+heyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845393820019557239.post-1573268132915919545</id><published>2007-05-09T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:42:13.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Historical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grade: B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Authors: A-D'/><title type='text'>If You Desire - Kresley Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RkKhJZCEe_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9agVvzFTnTo/s1600-h/if+you+desire_kresley+cole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RkKhJZCEe_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9agVvzFTnTo/s320/if+you+desire_kresley+cole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062786113828322290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;If You Desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; is the second book in Kresley Cole’s MacCarrick Brothers trilogy, the first of which was the 2005 release &lt;i&gt;If You Dare&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This particular story is about the second son Hugh MacCarrick and his childhood love Jane Weyland.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hugh, an assassin for the Crown, returns to England after discovering that the woman who teased him—and with whom he fell desperately in love—all those years ago is in grave danger from a now rogue assassin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To protect Jane, Hugh is forced to marry her and take her away from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; and her rather scandalous cousins.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Jane is a "wild child": in particular, she and her cousins attend a orgiastic party just for the thrill in the beginning of the novel.  It's a bit jarring, though, and takes away the feel of it being in Victorian England; it has a rather contemporary feel to it.  It was interesting, though, to see a heroine who isn't thoroughly innocent (she is still a virgin, however).&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Unbeknownst to Hugh, Jane has been in love with him ever since he left her ten years ago, and is known as “Tears and Years” MacCarrick in her circle of cousins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, as usual, the two cannot be together due to Hugh’s big secret, which is really the only thing (besides Jane’s “wild” side) that brings down this story.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hugh’s secret is typically tragic and unconquerable, yet in the tradition of HEA romance, there is always a way around it, which makes the secret not so tragic but just silly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Despite the rather cliché secret plot point, I quite enjoyed this newest offering by Cole.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her novels are enjoyable, quick reads with interesting characters and, as always, hot love scenes (although there was only one in this story, surprisingly).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hugh may tend to be a broody hero but not enough to make him exasperating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The same with Jane: she may be a tease, but Cole manages to make her a likeable and believable character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These two stubborn characters’ love story is sweet and delightful, and if you can get over the secret plot point, (which really did not bother me very much) it’s a book to be recommended.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’m now definitely looking forward to the last in the trilogy to come out at the end of this month, &lt;i&gt;If You Deceive&lt;/i&gt;, featuring the scarred and surly Ethan MacCarrick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall Grade: B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8845393820019557239-1573268132915919545?l=cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1573268132915919545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8845393820019557239&amp;postID=1573268132915919545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/1573268132915919545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/1573268132915919545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-desire-kresley-cole.html' title='If You Desire - Kresley Cole'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255743019320859645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12325039105492062873'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AzEM-aLXuDU/RkKhJZCEe_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/9agVvzFTnTo/s72-c/if+you+desire_kresley+cole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8845393820019557239.post-8210635638164904223</id><published>2007-05-09T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:57:32.172-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introductory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Credits'/><title type='text'>Introductory Post</title><content type='html'>This is the beginning of my new blog, "i can't believe it's not a BLOG!", which will predominantly feature book reviews (mostly romance, I must admit) and general snarkiness.  First off, though, I must thank the lovely &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://yggdrasill.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;yggdrasill&lt;/a&gt; who gave me the idea for the amusing name of this so-called blog.  Thanks, doll.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other requisite credits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.plan59.com/main.htm"&gt;Plan59&lt;/a&gt; - header picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.bn.com/"&gt;BN&lt;/a&gt; - book covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stuff to come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_uacct = "UA-1819924-1";&lt;br /&gt;urchinTracker();&lt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://yggdrasill.livejournal.com/profile"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8845393820019557239-8210635638164904223?l=cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8210635638164904223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8845393820019557239&amp;postID=8210635638164904223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/8210635638164904223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8845393820019557239/posts/default/8210635638164904223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantbelieveitsnotablog.blogspot.com/2007/05/introductory-post.html' title='Introductory Post'/><author><name>Elaina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06255743019320859645</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12325039105492062873'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>