Mortaine’s Blog

This is an archive of my shorter book reviews and notes, which historically have been posted over at the 50 Book Challenge on LiveJournal, but which I’m starting to move over here. I’m posting them with altered date-stamps, but they might show up in my LiveJournal cross-post anyway. Bear with me, please.

Note: Many of these books also have full reviews available in the book review podcast (RSS).
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Just when I think my cat is one of those evil “you think I love you, but I’m really just in it for the food” cats, he pounces up on the bed this morning and mews until I hold him down and scritchie his neck mercilessly. And all he does, instead of biting my hand off, is turn his head this way and that to make sure I get all the skritchie spots.

Silly cat.

My local library has a Summer Reading Program.

For GROWN UPS.

Yes, they have one for kids, too, of course. But they have one for GROWN UPS.

!!!

Anyway, I went to the “come talk about your summer books” thing this afternoon. At the end of which, they do the weekly prize drawing (you get to put in a ticket for each book you read). I won!!! I won a $10 gift card to a local coffee shop! Woot!!!! Coffee!! Books!!! Can it get any better?

John and I watched Domino last night.

About 20 minutes in, we developed the Domino drinking game:
When Domino says or does something to prove she’s a hard-assed bitch, drink.
When there’s a flashback inside of a flashback, drink.
When “what happened” rewinds and changes, drink.
When you think “gee, this must be a film student masterpiece,” drink.
When the cute guy who looks like Ace from this year’s American Idol speaks Spanish, drink.
When the cute guy who looks like Ace from American Idol flirts with Domino, who is so clearly a lesbian it’s just not even funny: drink.
When Ed says or does something to prove he’s a hard-assed mutha-fucka, drink.
When Lateesha falls into a black welfare mom stereotype, drink.
When you’re ready to throw up, down the bottle. It’ll help.

Sadly, John and I are too sick to get stupid-drunk while watching a movie. Which is unfortunate, because that’s the only way this movie would be worth anyone’s time. Oh, except people who really like looking at hot, tattooed lesbians.

I want my 2 hours back.