What Revenge? – Friday Fictioneers

Well now, here we are Wednesday and time for another Friday Fictioneers.  I normally do not read other stories before writing my own but since I did have a ping-back from a certain displaced Scot, well, I had no choice but to read his first. ‘Twould appear the gauntlet has been thrown by the Unintelligible Rogue with a Brogue.  And, despite this nasty cold that is keeping my head fuzzy and my throat raw, one full week in, I did feel the need to reply.  I did the best I could, in the circumstances.  And, by the way, I may be a Canuck, but I am definitely not a poutine-besmattered one!

This is all fun and games… You know we love you and you are our favourite Scot!

Thank you, Lizy for this macabre photo that would have prompted a different story had my hand not been forced 😉

Thank you, Rochelle, for both hosting this shindig and for being my partner-in-crime!

Geez… almost forgot the linkup for those who would like to read more stories or write their own!

liz-young

Word Count: 100 (oh I would have liked to have more!)

Genre:  What to call this?

What Revenge?

The ladies smiled at him… then at each other.

“Do those lips do more than talk gibberish?” asked the taller of the two, batting her lashes.

“Yeah, do tell us, Scot!  Actions speak louder than words,” the petite one flirted.

The Scottish rogue sauntered over with a lecherous smile, opened the gate and walked inside.

The ladies walked up to him the taller reaching around his neck, the smaller around his waist.

“Och, I’m a lucky man,” he grinned.

His grin disappeared when he found himself bound and gagged.

That should do it, eh?  Keep him quiet for a bit!

 

The Year in Books : July to December 2015

I do not know what happened.  Normally I have no trouble reading.  At all.  One book per month should be a piece of cake for me but for some strange reason, the reading, and the posting of the reading, did not really come to fruition.

I partially blame Frances Mayes’ Every Day in Tuscany:  Seasons of an Italian Life.  It took me forever to read it.  Almost four months!  Why?  Not because it was a huge book – only 306 pages! Not because I was too busy.  It was just soooo tedious.  I cannot tell you how much it pains me to even write that.  I absolutely adored her first two:  Under the Tuscan Sun and Bella Tuscany. They were scrumptious.  Like the other two, this book also had lovely recipes (yay!) and there were moments of pure enjoyment – especially when she wrote about life in general at Bramasole, living in Tuscany and visiting the various regions of Italy. What bored me to tears were the endless descriptions of churches visited and everything Luca Signorelli.  Mayes is obsessed with Signorelli.  I don’t know.  Maybe it was just me and my personal mood.  But I don’t think so.  I was about to make my review in Goodreads and saw that I was not the only one who felt this way.

Medville

I love to encourage my fellow bloggers, real writers, so whenever they post a book they’ve written, I up and buy it.  This was the case with C.E. Ayr’s, Medville Matters, Sound Bite Fiction.  C.E. is a fellow Friday Fictioneer and an expert at short stories (100-200 words long) with a whiplash-inducing twist you never see coming.  I chose to read two or three stories per night, trying to stretch it out.  Besides, only so many “stings in the tail”, as the excerpt on Goodreads states, one can take in one sitting!

25837618

Another fellow blogger, Carol Ann Preibis has written the book Living a Good Life, Live a Meaningful, Happy, and Fulfilling Life.  I am still reading this one as it is more of an eGuide, textbook-like book, to me, than a novel.  It is to be read in sections, pondered over, reflected on.  There are many links to articles and videos so you get much more than you think.  It is not what I would call light reading but it has many fascinating sections with a lot of advice on how to live your good life.  Not the type of book I normally pick up but when Carol asked me to read it, I agreed.  I’ve not regretted it.

And finally,

17465453

I read Elizabeth Gilbert’s The Signature of All Things.  So NOT Eat, Pray Love! This was a novel about botany, love, adventure and success.  It starts off with Henry Whittaker, a British-born poor but very smart man who understands plants like no one else.  He becomes the self-made richest man in Philadelphia through the quinine trade.  He eventually has a brilliant daughter, named Alma, who not only inherited his looks (poor dear) but also his brains.  She becomes a brilliant botanist herself, specialising in mosses and theorising on evolution.  Her story brings her all the way from Philadelphia to Tahiti and to the Netherlands.  Only at the age of 82, when pointed out by another scientist does she realise just how extraordinary her life has been.  Gilbert must have done tons and tons of research for this book and what could have been pedantic and dry, ended up being a wonderful read.

I felt the need to keep 2015 into one place and will be back soon with my first Year in Books post for 2016!