Mike is a contestant on the hot new quiz show gripping the nation, and he has a chance to win a lot of money – a lot. But when he can’t remember the answer, and the quiz show host helps him out, what price will he be expected to pay for cheating?
**Daylily photo by Natalie; text box via the internet; collage by Natalie
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
It’s a classic, but don’t even think about reading it if you’ve run out of sertraline or just failed your uni exams. It’s not a happy bunny read is what I’m saying.
A re-read usually produces a reaction of either depression or scepticism in me. The depression is easily explained, because this book is depressing as hell. And the scepticism is along the lines of ‘eeeeehhh, you’re going to do R a favour and stick around, L? Really? um, lucky lucky Ralph…’
I dunno. Renault’s preferences and character judgements are clearly legible between the lines, and I don’t agree with them.
Danny’s a movie star, a huge star, he’s too important and glossy and ridiculously hot to still be hung up on a guy he left behind in college six years ago. Isn’t he?
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Great book. I adore Dinky, for declining to be brainwashed and cooperative like a good little robot. And also for her name. And Natalia, for… well, it’s hard to say. She’s certainly a sweetie, but a bit too willing to collude in her own oppression. It’s difficult not to have a certain affection for her, though. Tucker OTOH is just annoying, and John too.
I can’t believe Kerr is the same author who wrote When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit, though. Wow.*
*Well, she isn’t, that’s all. On checking, that was all just in my head, which explains a lot! It did seem an odd conjunction of styles and subjects.
re this post, all I can say is
See what I mean? Put Romesh in a kipper tie and a crimplene dinnerjacket, YOU’VE GOT A MIRACLE! Both of the backing-oohoohoohs-to-Smokey-Robinson kind, and also a minor bitter, twisted comedic miracle. That’s what you got.
Philip and Adam are back together after breaking up for a while, and Adam’s still on top and wielding the whip hand. At least he thinks he is, anyway, when Philip lets him. But when Adam gets frisky with a sexy new client, there’s liable to be hell to pay, and a whole lot of spanking going on…
Scott is a werewolf: a submissive wolf. A submissive werewolf escort and whore, to be accurate, paying his way through grad school via spankings and canings, turning tricks in a supernatural brothel. His client for the evening is John, a dom who certainly looks like he knows a trick or two…
Teef part Two – it isn’t as if I think that dental work is always a good idea, anyway. Got to add that rebel thought to my whimpering from yesterday. I mean, yes, take care of your teeth, get check-ups, all that. Just bring your critical faculties to bear on the professional opinion your dentist gives you.
I’m just a little sceptical – now – when a dentist tells me that something major needs taking care of. What I mean, I never had any extensive scaffolding and building work done on my choppers, until the day came that my dentist told me I had a few little holes in my teeth that needed filling.
I’m not talking about conman dentists who do work on your teeth when they literally need nothing done. That is a thing, and occasionally occurs – check out the odd newspaper report. But what I mean is the difference between a dentist’s professional assessment – i.e. that there’s some damage to my dentition, and it needs action. Versus my subjective experience of that fact – which then, was that I had no pain, no loss of function and no perceptible problems.
If I’d read at the time – instead of afterwards – that once a tooth gets drilled, it never has the same functional integrity again, then I might have thought twice. (I know, it seems obvious. Duh.) But the guy had a white tunic and letters after his name, and I was a docile sheep. A docile sheep with numerous fillings, when he was done.
I might also have said to him, that I barely eat any sugar, and my teeth had been in the same condition for years, and any caries was probably making barely perceptible progress, hardly changing from month to month and year to year. I should have said that, and invited him to debate whether treatment was strictly necessary. Woulda shoulda coulda, I blame myself rather than him.
Well, hindsight is a wonder, isn’t it.
Still, don’t listen to me. Visit your dentist and do what s/he says. None of this is to be construed as medical advice, no harm no sue, yada yada. I know nothing, and these are merely the self-serving musings of someone who really doesn’t want to make a dental appointment!
Image – moonjazz, public domain.
William doesn’t want to attend the company social organised by his buddy, CEO’s PA Belle. Because he doesn’t have a date. Because she’s arranged for him to escort that same CEO, handsome disreputable charmer Jonathan Pokklin. Because he has a crush on Pokklin. Because it’s not a Prom, damn it!