Wow! We’re up to episode 36. How did that happen? It’s just Ambie baby and I this week. Amber tells us a bit about her road trip and I say some silly stuff and make her laugh (unusual I know). Find out some of the weirdo things some foreigners think about Australia, the great land Down Under, and what is the unique skill Amber has when it comes to men? Hope you enjoy this week’s episode! If you don’t like to download off iTunes we are now located on Stitcher.
Serenity now! Amber was at our guest’s house for this Tweep Nation podcast and god it was hard work! It was like being the only sober person in the room or the only adult in a daycare centre *sigh*. I did survive, though, barely. Bobbi Jo popped in to keep me company for a few minutes—I wish she’d stayed. Listen in to hear what erotica writer, Charity Parkerson, is up to at the moment. Please forgive us for this podcast.
Successful author Barry Crowther writes mystery and horror. He joins us to chat about traditional publishing, agents, self publishing and reviews (in light of the recent pay for review controversy). We giggled at times because we can’t help ourselves, but Barry was a super interesting guest. I must apologise now for my children who don’t know how to leave me alone lol. Join us for another cool episode of Twitter’s favourite podcasts Tweep Nation (ok, so I might be stretching the truth).
Danielle is a sassy woman who loves writing poetry and songs and she does a great job of it. Our laughing and swearing reaches new heights on episode 33, maybe it’s to compensate for not swearing last week, who can say? Bobbi Jo reads one of Danielle’s songs (she can’t sing) and at the end of the show, for your listening pleasure, is the rap song Danni recorded for us in homage to our gluing-butt-cheeks episode. Press play and enjoy the Tweep Nation ride :).
She clutched his jacket. Fingers curled possessively around the fabric, pulling then pushing into his chest. Her earthquake shook him, but he was unmoved. The sympathy in his eyes only teased the ravenous anger until it consumed all rationality.
“You can’t leave me. I love you. Please tell me you love me?” As she tried to breathe, he was reminded of the final breath of the dog he had unintentionally run over. “This can’t be happening. Sam. Please, please, don’t leave me.”
Waterlogged eyes reached out to him. If he didn’t save her she would drown. The slightest shake of his head was all it took to condemn her to death. He was no hero, just a guy who wasn’t in love anymore.
“Beth, I’m sorry.” He grabbed her wrists. Unlatched them from his jacket. His head hung low as he walked out the door.
“I can’t live without you,” she whispered. As salty tears leached into her mouth, she made her way to the kitchen. “I love you, Sam.” Her raspy words were in harmony with the sound of the knife sliding from its block. The grey steel of the blade was cold, hard and comforting. It was time to stop crying. She would be the hero.
Beth departed in Sam’s wake. She would save them both.
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern is a book that had me thinking it was fairly good until I really thought about what I did and didn’t like about it. I was initially impressed by the original theme and plot, and the writing is bordering on great but didn’t quite get there for me. Morgenstern’s descriptive language provides a rich atmosphere, but the rhythm overall is repetitive and, at times, monotonous.
The editing lets the book down. I know a lack of punctuation can be trendy, or speed up the flow, but only when used effectively. Tim Winton is a skillful writer who knows when to leave out punctuation, but Erin Morgenstern’s editor should be slapped with a wet fish. There were instances where sentences became unclear and I had to read them twice to make sure I understood exactly what they were saying—a comma can be a good thing. I also found a couple of run-on sentences, which a reader probably wouldn’t notice, but as an editor, I couldn’t help but see.
The characters were likable and I could picture them clearly, however they lacked depth and I didn’t love any of them. The love story between two of the characters had moments of intensity, but not enough for my liking (and I don’t mean it should have been more raunchy). It seemed like the author was keeping them apart to build suspense and it worked as I was thinking, come on when will they get to see each other again, but when they did reunite it wasn’t spectacular, it was just OK. I’m wondering if the focus on the circus took too much focus off the characters. The author has skillfully set the atmosphere and scene but it has come at a cost to character depth. Sometimes I wished she would just get on with telling the story, rather than describe every single tent in the damn circus. The circus stole some of the soul of the characters and none were as central to the story as it was, which I think is a mistake. To me, this book is a good example that characterization can be more important than plot and setting—give me lovable characters and I’d be happy to watch them lazing away on the beach, but give me boring ones and my heart won’t race even if they’re wrestling crocodiles.
OK, I know it seems like I didn’t like the book, but I liked it enough that I wanted to read the whole thing and I did enjoy parts of it, however it doesn’t make my ‘want to re-read’ list. This book, with a bit of work, could have been so much better. This book gets 3 not so twinkly stars.