Note: We received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
When Her Momness was young a whipper-snapper – back when dinosaurs roamed the earth – she spent a coupla summers on staff at a Christian camp in California. One of the musical guests one week was a tenor. He sang a song Mom never forgot. (And for Mom, that’s really sayin’ somethin’!) It was called His Stubborn Love. We’ll get to the lyrics in a min. So kindly keep your shirt on. But this memoir reminded Her Momness of that song.
– We interrupt our regularly scheduled blogging to bring you this important news bulletin –
Her Crankiness is at again. Being all cranky. Refusing to share her chocolate. Again. (That’s actually a good thing if you’re a dog like me. We don’t do chocolate. It’s toxic for us dogs.)
RED ALERT!
Anyway, She Who Must Be Obeyed has an important announcement. It’s for authors. Author wannabes. Publicists. Blog tour coordinators. Publishers. Pretty much anyone who contacts us for a review.
Listen Up!
If you’re one of the above, kindly pay attention. Cuz this is for you. And we’re not gonna repeat ourselves, savvy? So I’d listen up ‘fize you. Here goes:
Rheeta flew on. She was old. She was tired. But, like Toronia, she was at peace.
She was nearly home.
Ever turn the last page of a book, close the cover, and sigh? Feel like you’re saying goodbye to a dear friend? Wish it could go on and on? And you just don’t want it to end?
That’s what finishing the third and final installment in J.D. Rinehart’s Crown of Three trilogy is like. The third book is called The Kingdom Rises. It’s a little Lord of the Rings-ish. The three triplets also reminded us a little of the Pevensie kiddos of Narnia renown. And that’s pretty rarefied company, indeed.
Note: We received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
“God, help me. Jehovah-Rohi.”
Okay peeps. Listen up. Cuz Mom says today’s that Valerie Thing Day. When hoomans celebrate their loved ones and stuff. And Her Momness says, “NO CHOCOATE FOR KIMBERS!!”
On the scent of a Good Read!
Well. Mom also says we have the perfect book for this Valerie Thing Day. It’s also for anyone who enjoys good historical fiction and action/adventure or outdoor writing. And for anyone who’s ever felt lonely, afraid, discouraged, or fallen in love. If any of the above are you or you’re vertical and breathing, you’re gonna want to hear this. Ready? Good. Here goes:
Well. That does it! Spake I, Kimber the Magnificent.
Mom was so caught up in this high-octane adrenaline rush book thingy, she skipped second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea and dinner to finish. I had to remind her about dinner! Sheesh. Now one of us is chomping at the chocolate to tell ya all about it! The other, saner one – Yours Truly – will now return to her Mom-made dinner. Finally.
Teeming with family secrets, magic, mystical creatures, betrayal, loyalty and some really rotten bad guys, J.D. Rinehart’s epic middle grade fantasy series blew us away. We finished Crown of Three Book 1 last fall. (Read our review here.) Her Royal Momness just finished Book 2, The Lost Realm.
“The prophecy only mentions three realms. What if it’s wrong? What if we’re fighting for something that isn’t true?”
If Mom said it once, she’s said it a thousand times:
“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
True that. But when it comes to books, we all do it, huh? (C’mon now. ‘Fess up. It’s just between us, okay?)
Well. Have you ever finished reading a book and wondered how in the heck did that cover wind up on that book?
I have. So I’m gonna save you a lot of time. After reading these three novels based on their covers, I’m letting you know which books deliver and which don’t.
Note: We received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Four middle-aged women go on a “girls reunion” to a rundown “holistic” yoga center thingy in Butte, Montana. Brooke, Krista, Quinn and Tracy first met at a Mommy and Me group when their kids were little. A long time ago. Now the quartet is headed to Big Sky Country and a retreat for body, soul, and mind.
Kimber here. Being all Magnificent and everything. I was a little out of it yesterday after spending most of the day at the vet.
The Official Kimber Bootie is to keep the bandage dry.
Mom took me to see Dr. Dan yesterday for emergency care on my paw. I don’t exactly remember how it happened. I must’ve stepped on something really sharp. But when Mom saw me limping after coming home from a walk, she checked my paw.
And about fainted.
Dr. Dan’s place.
Blood everywhere. Mom disinfected and got me bandaged. But “This is above my pay grade” she said.
So, “Hello, Dr. Dan? I need to bring Kimber in right away. She has a badly lacerated ped on her front paw.”
So off we went.
Dr. Dan and the nice nurse lady fixed me right up. Besides. They give Really. Good. Treats.
“No stitches,” said Dr. Dan. Apparently you can’t really stitch up a ped. “Keep her foot bandaged and keep the bandage dry and clean.” And “here are some antibiotics and pain meds.’ Mom gives them to me with peanut butter. She thinks I don’t know about the meds. But I do. (Hey, it’s me!)
“Let’s go home, Mom!”
After about 7 hours at the vet’s, Mom came to pick me up and take me home. I love Dr. Dan. But Dorothy got it right: There’s No Place Like Home.
I’m supposed to rest and let my foot heal. Mom is sticking to me like super glue. Won’t let me out of her sight. So annoying. But you know Mom.
“Wazzup?”
I’m home now, thank you very much. Doing better and resting comfortably today. In case you’re wondering. Mom, however, could use a sedative. Maybe two.
When’s the last time an unfamiliar book by an unfamiliar author knocked your socks off? Smacked you upside the head? Grabbed you by the throat and didn’t let go until the last page?
I know. I’m adorable.
That’s what T. Davis Bunn’s The Great Divide did to us. Talk about a kibble kruncher! I’ll let Her Momness fill you in:
Pages & Paws 