Book Review Club ~ April 2012

Life marches on, and so do I. My Avon Walk training is getting BRUTAL! Yesterday, we were all set with a planned route to walk 20 miles, and a mile in, it started pouring down rain. Luckily, we were only a little ways from one of my walking buddies’ houses, so we ran back, got in the car, and went to walk the mall. That’s right. I am officially a Mall Walker. We arrived at the mall at 7:30 am and didn’t leave until around 10:30 am, when the rain stopped. That is a LOT of laps around the mall. We did make time to take a quick photo with the Easter Bunny though.  After that we walked over the freeway (scary!) to lunch (we totally could have eaten in the Food Court…) and back, discovering that there aren’t really any sidewalks around the mall. So guess what we did… We walked the perimeter of the mall parking lot! Over and over again until we reached a total distance of 20 miles. It. Was. Brutal. Whew! Only one more long training walk before the real deal. Thank goodness!  I can’t handle much more of this.

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That was a digression. We are really here for Barrie Summy’s Book Review Club, and for April’s meeting, I’m reviewing PERFECT ON PAPER by Janet Goss.

The story begins with artist/crossword puzzle aficionado Dana Mayo learning that the love of her life–a married man she’s not even had contact with for twenty years, has died.  This inspires her to take stock of her life, to start being less picky about men and open herself up to romance.  Almost immediately she stumbles over Hank, a hunky contractor who is sweet and gainfully employed, owns a pristine vintage panel truck, which gets Dana’s heart beating faster, and a pig.  Named Dinner.  Hank is restoring a old brownstone in New York City, but from the looks of things, he doesn’t know much of anything about the project.  Plus, he uses words and phrasings that Dana, a word guru, cannot abide.  Meanwhile, Dana is inspired to paint a picture of Dinner wearing pearls, and the owner of the vintage dress shop below her apartment demands to be allowed to hang it in her store–for a commission, of course.  The painting is snapped up and more are demanded, so Dana keeps painting Hank’s pig, trying to figure out if he could possibly be the one for her.  Then she meets Billy, a sexy crossword puzzle  contructor who is about fifteen years her junior.  She’s torn.  She has so much in common with Billy (he even asks for her help constructing crossword puzzles!) but she can’t see a future with him, and yet, Hank is not quite what he seems.  While all this is going on, she finds out the love of her life is actually still alive, her paintings are selling like gangbusters–which makes her worry over whether the imaginary artist story her downstairs neighbor concocted might put her at risk of fraud, and her friend is dealing with sudden agoraphobia.

I am not doing this novel justice at all.  There are so many twists and misunderstandings and secrets and mysteries, that I was wrapped up until the very end.  Plus, Dana Mayo is very funny and conflicted and savvy and smart.  It was a pleasure to be in her head.  All of the characters were well-written and ‘real.’  And the insight into how crossword puzzles are created was rather fascinating.

So.  If you’re looking for a twist on a romantic comedy, this book is for you.

And if you’re interested, I’m chatting about AUSTENTATIOUS, Austin, and whatever else comes up over at Jennifer Crusie’s Cherry Forums this week, so come for a visit (and a chat!)

 

 

Posted in book review club on 04/04/2012 03:00 am | 8 Comments

The Avon Walk Saga

It’s now about four and a half weeks until the Houston Avon Walk (26.2 miles on Saturday/13.1 miles on Sunday…or close to that), and I have been through a crazy amount of training difficulties.

First, shoes. I needed new ones. I got the wrong ones, and I was getting blisters and sore feet…

So I went back to my old shoes and walked ten miles. Mistake. Then I had foot “issues.” To the point that I was icing my feet and taking prescription strength ibuprofen.

Then training stopped. Dog-walking stopped and I rested.

I went to a running store and got fitted for shoes but they kinda hurt my arches in testing them out inside my house, so I was afraid to wear them out.

When two weeks past with limited improvement on the “issues”, I went to the podiatrist. I was told (happily) that everything looked good, that I’d probably just overused my feet. (That strikes me as hilarious.) I was put on a steroid treatment and sent on my way.

I went back to the running store, was given a lecture (a nice one) and was told to wear them outside, then come back with my “wear-patterns” and they’d reassess and replace the shoes if need be.

Sunday I walked three miles, no issues. Yesterday I walked four and a half miles, no issues but a slightly sore leg. Today I walked four and a half miles (around the mall…pic is me at the Easter Bunny’s digs) with no issues.

Thursday is a big day. We are supposed to walk eight miles to a tea room, where our stinky selves will have lunch before walking home. I think I’m going to have to get a ride home. I’m not sure I’m ready for that distance.

I hope I’m back on track. I’ve had enough drama.

Posted in life on 03/20/2012 05:55 pm | 5 Comments

The Story of a Cupcake Redneck

If you’ve read AUSTENTATIOUS, you know about the cupcakes.  If you haven’t read it, I will tell you that the main character is a bit of a cupcake gourmet…although she’ll take a plain Jane cupcake in pinch (wouldn’t we all).  So, when planning the AUSTENTATIOUS Launch Party, the one thing I knew for sure was that there had to be cupcakes.

Well, there is this absolutely amazing new cupcake shop right down the street from where I decided to hold the launch, and if I’d been celebrating AUSTENTATIOUS hitting the New York Times Bestsellers List or the  AUSTENTATIOUS Hollywood premiere, I could probably have overlooked the $2.75 a cupcake price.  But I wasn’t, and I couldn’t, so my next plan was get cupcakes from Target.  Before you judge…consider whether you’ve ever had a Target cupcake before.  Because they are freakin’ delicious.  Even if you’re not a fan of the sugar-sweet lard frosting (I totally am!), the vanilla cupcakes in particular are simply lovely: moist, light, and delicious.  But I got told, in slightly couched terms, that I’m a cupcake redneck, and that I’m the only one of my friends who likes Target cupcakes, the frosting in particular.  (It was said very nicely and meant to be helpful.  And honestly, I could only pity those poor friends who couldn’t enjoy the old-fashioned wedding cake style of a Target cupcake.)

I protested that the cake part of the cupcake was still delicious, and so a very good friend of mine (an admitted frosting snob) offered to frost some topless Target cupcakes–around a hundred–with a team of sweetheart volunteers.  We had vanilla buttercream and strawberry buttercream and mint chocolate ganache (made by me), and it was perfect.  We had soooo many compliments on the cupcakes and soooo many people asking who’d made them because they wanted to order some for their own parties.  Now you know the secret to 5 Ladies Bakery, half of which, is Target.  The most raved over by far, was the strawberry buttercream, and I’m including the recipe below.  Enjoy!

STRAWBERRY BUTTERCREAM
• 1/2 cup butter, softened
• 1 tsp vanilla extract
• 1/8 tsp salt
• 1 (16 oz) package powdered sugar
• 1/2 cup of fresh strawberries, chopped, additional strawberries to garnish
Beat the first 3 frosting ingredients at medium speed with an electric mixer until creamy. Gradually add powdered sugar alternately with strawberries, beating at low speed until blended and smooth after each addition. Spread on cooled cupcakes.
I’ll also tell you that some of the cupcake inspiration for the book came from this website: cupcakeblog.com

Your homework?  Visit a Target with a bakery, grab a six pack of vanilla cupcakes with sweet-lard frosting and give ’em a try.  Then come back here and let me know what you think.

Posted in austentatious on 03/13/2012 08:41 pm | 8 Comments