Venturing into E-Pub

Coming from a musical family, I have always sung in choruses and even done some musical theater. As a result, I have been privileged to meet some wonderful people and have some memorable experiencs. I put together I Guess I’ll Keep My Day Job: Memoirs of a Sometime Singer to capture those stories in essay form. They are available on Kindle for a nominal fee.

I Guess I'll Keep My Day Job
I Guess I’ll Keep My Day Job

Pearls or a sari?

The heroine in Liz Carlyle’s The Bride Wore Pearls is a rarity in Victorian romance novels, a woman of mixed heritage. The exotic Anisha is half British and half Indian. That background is successfully utilized in the boudoir scenes.

The book is lengthy at 422 pages with sufficient twists and turns before the hero’s scandalous situation introduced in the prologue is resolved.

Rance fights his attraction to Anisha for some time, but is, of course, doomed to fail. She is a lady who will not be denied.

Historical fiction

I just finished reading two books. Both could be termed historical novels, I suppose, but they are set in very different perioda and geographical places.

The first was Lessons from a Scandalous Bride by Sophie Jordan. This was an Avon romance set mostly in London in the Regency period. A bleak beginning establishes why Cleo, the heroine, has a distaste for the physical side of marriage and the possibility of childbirth. She is suddenly swept away to the ton by the father who had abandoned her and her mother. He provides a hefty dowry so she can marry into a title. She chooses a man so old that he can’t insist on husbandly rights. Of course, a virile Scots lord changes all that and love ensues.

The main character of the second book, The Chaperone by Laura Moriarty, has endured a sexless marriage not of her own doing. Cora goes to New York City in the early 1920s to find out about the mother who abandoned her to an orphanage while acting in loco parentis for silent movie-star-to-be Louise Brooks. Some of Louise’s flapper rebelliousness rubs off on Cora, and she too is able to find love in an unexpected way.

Moriarty has done her homework. Her book is well-researched and paints a vivid picture of what was like in the Roaring Twenties. But Cora doesn’t get a HEA. I’ll stick with regencies, thanks.

Who doesn’t love a meeting?

The other day I experienced my first departmental meeting at the institution of higher education where I am now employed. The woman facilitating the meeting had us do the obligatory self-introductions, one by one around the room: what is your name, your “function,” and a little known fact about yourself.  As an introvert, I generally hate this part of a meeting; however, I had never realized just how revealing such an exercise can be. To a newcomer like me, it was instantly apparent who had a sense of humor, which ones were very full of themselves, and who would offer platitudes instead of simple facts (“My function is to share the joy of learning with my students” versus “I teach math.”) It was interesting to go once but I hope I can pass next year.