Posts Tagged ‘no thanks’


This one has real potential to make a girl feel slimy. It’s all in how it’s handled.

He makes her heart sing, but he’s completely off limits…
Cynthia has a passion for photography and a brand new art degree… but not many job prospects. Her stepbrother, Dean, is a sexy as hell musician in need of a photographer. It’s almost like fate has shoved them together to help fulfill each other’s needs.

There’s just one problem. Their needs go far beyond a few photographs.

Growing up together has made their relationship complicated, and their deep desires completely forbidden. Can they work together without giving in to temptation? Or have years of hidden feelings and a weekend alone finally brought them to a point of no return?

This taboo erotic romance contains adult themes and forbidden relationships. Adults only, please.

They grew up together… that’s a line I don’t really want to cross. Or maybe I just don’t want to. There are attractive people all over the place. Sounds to me like Cynthia needs to leave home and meet some people and go to a few bars and meet more people and have adventures and keep meeting people.

Yeah, I know… sex and drugs and rock and roll, and the idea of a step-brother or step-sister is about as taboo as it gets. On that hand, I oughta be all over this. It’s the ultimate rock star thing to do! What’s my problem?

Maybe I’m looking at my own stepbrother over there and thinking, “Eew.” I mean, the guy’s thirty and he still picks his nose and eats it. Doesn’t care who sees him do it, either. I keep telling myself at least he’s got an office job and isn’t in food services.

If you’re brave enough for this one, Susan and I will post the review. Hat’s off to you for being braver than I am.

Originally posted at West of Mars, this review is being moved to a new home here at The Rock of Pages

It figures that Jennifer Egan’s A Visit from the Goon Squad just won the Pulitzer Prize for fiction. The judge found it to be emotionally satisfying.

Before the prize was handed out, I sat down with a copy, freshly downloaded from my local library. And… I hated it. I didn’t finish it. I couldn’t make myself do it. (That’s why it figures that it won the Pulitzer! I’ve seen this happen waaaay too many times.)

To be honest, I found the book boring. I found it emotionally flat, the same way I react to way too many short stories I’ve read in my time. The stories may have been about rock and roll — and they were, since they featured an aging record exec and his young employee — but they failed to strike that chord with me. You know the chord I’m talking about: the one that resonates and makes the book breathe. The one that transcends words and makes everything come alive.

Goon Squad felt too much like I was back in graduate school, bored and yearning for something different. (Of course, I feel the need to point out that my fellow students felt similar loathings toward me — only they wished I’d conform and write something they could relate to. Needless to say, workshops could be difficult. You grow a thick skin FAST in those environments.)

I’m not surprised this book won the Pulitzer. The only award-winning books I seem to like are the Printz award winners, and I’ve only read a couple of them. (They’re for Young Adult, in case you aren’t familiar with it, and one of my all-time-favorite books, Fat Kid Rules the World, was the first Printz winner I encountered. Yep, another work of Rock Fiction.)

If you decide to see what you think, go for it. Let me know if I didn’t read far enough into it and if I ought to suck it up, check it out of the library again, and find the spark that wasn’t present in the first three or four stories. Or better yet, if you’ve read and reviewed this, holler. I’ll save myself the return to agony and give you some props.