Do cover artists ever actually the read the descriptions of the characters they're drawing? Ridiculously perfect misrepresentation...

I read for companionship as much as I do for enlightenment and entertainment, but the most recent book I read left a bad feeling inside that would welcome loneliness any day.

Right from the start, the premise of Three's A Crowd struck me as beyond unsettling. Tossing aside (for the moment) how profoundly disturbing I find the idea of a "threesome," I find the main character's eagerness to please her boyfriend (despite the misgivings she tries to hide from both him and herself) even more troubling.

No one who truly loves you should ever pressure you (in this case by hinting what a "bore" you are) to do something you don't want to do. "You would if you loved me...," especially in this case, is emotional blackmail; that should be black and white, without question.

Just as with another Q. Kelly novel I read (A Woman Unleashed, where the female lead kills and goes on to live happily ever with a woman who is quite comfortable with the fact she's a murderer) I felt my skin actually crawl. No matter that there were indeed some actual passages that reached out to me:

"There’s a cheesy romantic in everyone, huh? I always wondered what it’d be like to find that one person—a soul mate. I don’t believe in them, but I’d like to look in that person’s eyes and know this is the one. She’s the one. She can make my pain go away. Don’t need rings for that, but this is pretty. It really is.”

It actually hurt a little (because, no matter what else, Q. Kelly is a gifted writer) that both the boyfriend and the other woman Carol's boyfriend wants to bring into the picture lie right and left. Because, ultimately, the book (thank goodness) is not really about a threesome, Carol falls in love with Ennis, the "number three" (as her boyfriend jokes like the jerk he is) who ends up breaking her heart.

Despite some great writing and two plot twists I didn't see coming, I still found the novel to be a huge mess and the ending quite ridiculous. It's both a prequel and a "companion" story to the first book in the series, Strange Bedfellows, an equally far-fetched story, but one with more backbone and better morals.

Now, thanks to American Pulp, I'm starting this (available on Kindle and the basis for the classic noir film of the same name):

Tuesday odds and ends, mostly odds...

I never knew about this side of Anais Nin. I find her diaries very down-to-earth and interesting.

I love Digitally Imported's music app. It's all upbeat, usually with techno (not so fond of), trance (it's okay) and electro synth (pretty darn good!) It's free (unless you don't want to listen to ads or see them at the top of your screen, then you pay) and has a wide variety of "channels," including this really neat one that mixes swing with electronic:

There's also a lot to choose from in the "chill" department and I really need to chill tonight so I'm listening to this station "Clump of Trees" is gorgeous, by the way.  :) 

Clump of Trees," Float 11

 I've recently discovered Elisabeth Sanxay Holding, who wrote terrific crime novels and lived from 1889-1955. To read more about her you can go here:

http://www.criminalelement.com/blogs/2013/03/the-godmother-of-noir-elisabeth-sanxay-holding-jake-hinkson-the-blank-wall-the-reckless-moment-thee-deep-end-tilda-swinton

You can download some of her titles onto Kindle, Nook or iBooks free through this link:

http://www.munseys.com/detail/mode/author/Elisabeth_Sanxay_Holding

I woke up from a bad dream last night and my anxiety felt so intense I put a jacket on over my clothes and went outside, into the parking lot, just so I could get some air and breathe properly...all because of a book I read yesterday, which only got to me because it reminded me too much of real life and missing things, as the main character had, that most others have experienced as part of the human cycle.

Then, I get to work today and I long to be back on my staycation because I just don't do really well around people, especially people I like and want to actually talk with, but end up turning away in something that could almost be called terror.

One reason I like books so much is that they give you the illusion of being around people, without presenting the physical chance of messing up those interactions with people.

I keep hoping I'll get the swing of it, but I either turn into Beaker from The Muppets or I shut down completely.

A great article on Robert Osborne in yesterday's New York Times is linked below. He is such a charming man and so interconnected with Turner Classic Movies it's impossible to think of one without the other:

 

http://mobile.nytimes.com/2014/11/23/movies/robert-osborne-is-the-face-of-tcm.html?referrer=&_r=0

And, from a new book on music called The Art of Noise: Conversations with Great Songwriters by Daniel Rachel, here's a little background from the late Robin Gibb on the story behind The Bee Gees' "Jive Talkin":

 

This also caught my eye today. It's a fascinating look at pulp fiction. I can't wait to have a chance to read it more; it's loaded with so much information! :

 

Five stars are not enough; they just aren't.

I read No Way To Live, almost feverishly, desperate to finish, yet wanting to take it slow because the writing and the plot make for such a compelling read.

Where has this author been hiding and will she please write more? This is such an atmospheric, unnerving, even sweet read...not quite like, but still reminiscent of, Sarah Waters, Minette Walters and Ruth Rendell all rolled into one.

There is a slight, underlying kind of sinister feel to the tale. I always begin to feel a bit uneasy when I realize I'm relating a bit too much with the villain of a story...or, rather, the supposed villain of a story, as other people seem to think our main character Rose is.

Her life is more one of torment and bullying, both formerly by her classmates years ago and presently by her ailing, abusive mother, for whom she cares for day after day. The house they live in is rented out to a group of quirky, often troublesome, lodgers who also add to Rose's daily stress.

Rose's only escape is a hidden attic she has made into a studio where she both paints and dresses up in wigs and different outfits so that she can be someone else, if only for a few minutes at a time. This need and ability to transform herself into a fantasy character gives her a flash of courage to attend a small class reunion she has inexplicably been invited to, seemingly from out of nowhere.

At the event, wearing a brunette wig and gold dress way too fancy for the occasion, Rose overhears some of her classmates talking about her...using their old nickname for her..."Scissors Sharpe." One of the women expresses remorse over how they used to tease her so, but another member of the group says Rose "brought it on herself" by dressing oddly and being a quiet eavesdropper.

This is where my sympathy kicks in hard. Through brief flashbacks, both Rose's and others, we discover Rose's only real crime was not knowing how to fit in with her classmates...hardly an action worthy of the bullying she experienced in school.

I had to take a few minutes to breathe at this point and then return. Things truly begin to take off once one of the former bullies begins a friendship with Rose and, as an experienced professional in the field of nursing home care, tries to ease some of Rose's hardships with her mother.

There is a hint that Rose may be involved with some of the deaths sprinkled throughout Chrissie McDill's alarmingly addictive read. Neither romance nor mystery, it's more psychological suspense dabbling in heartache and sometimes even hope.

I spent the whole day cozied up with tea and finished not too long ago. No Way To Live is everything you could want and more. The twists and turns and emotional depth it takes on wrecked havoc with my heart and nerves...just a superb and beautiful read that has left me kind of speechless.