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erisgod ::hugs:: Hope it's a lot of fun for you.
Well, it did it. We woke to white on Sunday; melted, but it's been snowing without sticking this morning and it's cold :;sighs and gives up:: L M Montgomery, Canadian naturally, said something like: 'Snow in April is abominable; like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.' and yep, just about sums it up. Especially when it reached 70 F last week.
Does anyone else get fidgety when things happen that would make good LJ entries but they'd be long and require thinking and you put them off as if they were homework and then feel guilty?
I want to talk about watching Priest, reading Widflower and a couple of other things but I don't seem to have time to sit down and do it.
Thought transference. Need it now.
Short version; loved Priest although my Catholic upbringing, shed at the age of 14, left my jaw dropping at how rude the congregation were in the middle of a mass. Times have changed. It just wouldn't have been conceivable in our church. The love affair - God those two have such a lot of chemistry! I don't think we were shown enough to explain why they were in love but the heat was definitely there. It didn't need to be explicit, but I couldn't help feeling a tad cynical that in an R rated film we never got to see as much bare male skin as we did in BtVS. I know it's ten years old, but it probably wouldn't be all that much different now. Definite double standard for het and gay sex scenes.
Windflower. Oh boy.
As most people say, even the ones on Amazon who seem to have missed the - well, it's not even sub-text - the main romance isn't what you remember when you've finished. Nope. Merry and Devon are harmless enough but the excessive purple every time they get within spitting distance made the smut between them virtually unreadable. I hope that was meant to verge on parody because that's what it felt like. Apart from the bit where Devon keeps dipping his fingers into a glass of wine and pushing them slowly inside Merry and then drinks the glass when he's done. Guh.
But really, who cares about them. Cat. Cat and Rand Morgan ::dies:: OK, it's made fairly clear that nothing happens; Cat's traumatised by being brought up in a brothel and used sexually, by men, from a heartbreakingly early age. As the villain tells Merry,
"A helpful juvenile, Cat. I had him once when he was a child. Did he tell you?"
He is 'infatuated' by Morgan because Morgan bought him, rescued him and never touched him. But Morgan protects him by making everyone think he and Cat are together. Cat watches Merry dance at a ball -
Cat looked away because it wouldn't do her any good to be pointed out as the object of his interest. The glances he was drawing were not so benevolent as those she received. He was far too experienced to miss the interest that focused upon himself, the upraised quizzing glass, the giggle stifled hastily behind a fan, the timid peeks from blue-blooded virgins, and often the frankly sexual interest that gleamed under lush feminine lashes and, once in a while, male ones too. On the Joke the relationship Morgan allowed the world to believe existed between them had been Cat's protection; the looks he was getting now were what one might call the afterglow of Morgan's patronage.
At the end of the book, Morgan is shown the picture of a youth, new to an inheritance that he's wasting, and we discover that the lad's under the guardianship of a Duchess (related to Morgan) who wants him whisked off to the pirate ship to be, ah, made into a man.
Or, again as the villain puts it. 'One of Morgan's pretty-boy pirates'.
:;dies some more::
In between the overly-lush descriptions and a thinnish plot there are masses of bits that I read wondering how the hell they got away with it; searching for them is just too much fun.
Loved it.
ETA More quotations from 'Windflower' in the comments...
erisgod ::hugs:: Hope it's a lot of fun for you.Well, it did it. We woke to white on Sunday; melted, but it's been snowing without sticking this morning and it's cold :;sighs and gives up:: L M Montgomery, Canadian naturally, said something like: 'Snow in April is abominable; like a slap in the face when you expected a kiss.' and yep, just about sums it up. Especially when it reached 70 F last week.
Does anyone else get fidgety when things happen that would make good LJ entries but they'd be long and require thinking and you put them off as if they were homework and then feel guilty?
I want to talk about watching Priest, reading Widflower and a couple of other things but I don't seem to have time to sit down and do it.
Thought transference. Need it now.
Short version; loved Priest although my Catholic upbringing, shed at the age of 14, left my jaw dropping at how rude the congregation were in the middle of a mass. Times have changed. It just wouldn't have been conceivable in our church. The love affair - God those two have such a lot of chemistry! I don't think we were shown enough to explain why they were in love but the heat was definitely there. It didn't need to be explicit, but I couldn't help feeling a tad cynical that in an R rated film we never got to see as much bare male skin as we did in BtVS. I know it's ten years old, but it probably wouldn't be all that much different now. Definite double standard for het and gay sex scenes.
Windflower. Oh boy.
As most people say, even the ones on Amazon who seem to have missed the - well, it's not even sub-text - the main romance isn't what you remember when you've finished. Nope. Merry and Devon are harmless enough but the excessive purple every time they get within spitting distance made the smut between them virtually unreadable. I hope that was meant to verge on parody because that's what it felt like. Apart from the bit where Devon keeps dipping his fingers into a glass of wine and pushing them slowly inside Merry and then drinks the glass when he's done. Guh.
But really, who cares about them. Cat. Cat and Rand Morgan ::dies:: OK, it's made fairly clear that nothing happens; Cat's traumatised by being brought up in a brothel and used sexually, by men, from a heartbreakingly early age. As the villain tells Merry,
"A helpful juvenile, Cat. I had him once when he was a child. Did he tell you?"
He is 'infatuated' by Morgan because Morgan bought him, rescued him and never touched him. But Morgan protects him by making everyone think he and Cat are together. Cat watches Merry dance at a ball -
Cat looked away because it wouldn't do her any good to be pointed out as the object of his interest. The glances he was drawing were not so benevolent as those she received. He was far too experienced to miss the interest that focused upon himself, the upraised quizzing glass, the giggle stifled hastily behind a fan, the timid peeks from blue-blooded virgins, and often the frankly sexual interest that gleamed under lush feminine lashes and, once in a while, male ones too. On the Joke the relationship Morgan allowed the world to believe existed between them had been Cat's protection; the looks he was getting now were what one might call the afterglow of Morgan's patronage.
At the end of the book, Morgan is shown the picture of a youth, new to an inheritance that he's wasting, and we discover that the lad's under the guardianship of a Duchess (related to Morgan) who wants him whisked off to the pirate ship to be, ah, made into a man.
Or, again as the villain puts it. 'One of Morgan's pretty-boy pirates'.
:;dies some more::
In between the overly-lush descriptions and a thinnish plot there are masses of bits that I read wondering how the hell they got away with it; searching for them is just too much fun.
Loved it.
ETA More quotations from 'Windflower' in the comments...