WEEKEND FESTIVITIES

We’ve been doing some back and forth driving from the beach this weekend, with an added vet trip that surprised us a bit. Lord Dudley had to get checked out because he’s been out of sorts. Unfortunately, the vet is very close to our house in Long Branch and not so close to LBI. However, we made it there and back with only a slight mishap. Poor Dudley had an accident in his carrier on the way down Friday night, which helped to instigate the vet visit Saturday. Then on the way down from the vet on Saturday, he had another one. This just makes him miserable because he’s very fastidious for a kitten and he doesn’t like to have accidents. We’re trying to clean him and his carrier up in a parking lot and he’s just getting more upset and squirming and having more accidents. Finally, we got him calmed down, got him relatively cleaned up although now he’s gotten us all dirty, and back into his carrier. Can I just say, it was a fragrant ride:)

By the time we got back, it’s 8:30 at night. We go in to feed the other cats to find that one has had a glorious time vomiting hairballs all over our section. What do you do? You clean it up, change into a shirt that doesn’t smell like sick kitten diarrhea, and go and try to give said kitten the meds the vet has prescribed. Which, it seems, turns the kitten into Linda Blair, complete with foaming at the mouth and vomiting and jumping all over the place. If he started talking in tongues and spinning his head, I was leaving! Maybe one drop of medication got into the cat. This morning, the ritual was repeated, only it went much more smoothly. Still a little bit of foaming and jumping but no vomiting. And Dudley seems to be feeling a bit better. He’s off rough-housing with Andrew right now.

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In updating my Historical Fiction Reading Challenge, I realized I never posted for the last book I finished for it. Probably because The Virgin’s Lover by Philippa Gregory wasn’t that good a book and I jumped right into The Magician’s Assistant by Anne Patchett which was so much better. I’m thinking I will stay away from Philippa Gregory for a while – she has sorely disappointed me in the last two books I’ve read by her. She repeats herself constantly, and stretches out a book for way too long. She seems to lose stamina 1/2 way through and the ending is very often rushed. I loved, Loved, LOVED her trilogy on the wives of Henry VIII which set my expectations very high for her others and I tend to be very unforgiving of authors who treat me like an idiot.

But, my next book in the challenge made up for it. The Lady of the Roses by Sandra Worth, was a fun read. No heavy reading – the biggest challenge was trying to keep track of the Annes, Isabel’s, dukes, etc., but Worth provides a family tree to help out.

During her short time as ward in Queen Marguerite’s Lancastrian court, fifteen-year-old Isobel, passionate, courageous, and of exceeding beauty, has not suffered for attention. Although suitor after suitor has asked for her hand, she is blind to all but Yorkist Sir John Neville, whom she can only hope to see at affairs of state. And it is nothing short of a miracle when the queen allows Isobel’s marriage to the enemy, albeit at a hefty bride-price.

All around them rages a lawless war that has turned North against South and brother against brother, razing towns to the ground, plundering everything in its wake. But it only strengthens their love. Refusing to sit idly as her husband joins in the strife, Isobel uses her cunning to his advantage, even employing disguises. It is only their passion that can see them through the bloody march on London by the Duke of Lancaster, the violent madness of Queen Marguerite, and the devolution of Isobel’s meek uncle into the Butcher of England. For their is an everlasting love that fears not the scratch of thorns, from either the Red Rose or the White…

I always get confused with the War of the Roses. Yorks, Lancastrians? Really, who cares? Sandra Worth does and she does a credible job of sorting through who followed the Red Rose and who followed the White, and who flipped back and forth depending on how the wind was blowing. Again, we follow the life of a young, beautiful, wealthy girl as she marries a duke and lives ever after. (She did have some ups and downs so I felt guilty putting in happily ever after). Tell me, does anyone write books about poor, ugly girls in English History? Probably not because they wouldn’t have had as exciting a life, and who wants to read boring, right?

Anywhooo, beauty catches glimpse of young, dashing duke across a crowded room …. oh wait, we’re not on Broadway. However, it’s an age old story that holds up well. And it has feuding families and violent deaths … oh wait, we’re not at Shakespeare in the Park. I could so turn this into 6 Degrees of … and match it to several books, genres, etc. But this post is already running on so just go with – it’s fun, it’s got good characters, and as added bonus, you might learn/make sense of English History, and if you’re into that kind of thing, it’s all good:)

Enjoy!

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3 Responses to “WEEKEND FESTIVITIES”

  1. noble pig Says:

    Poor kitten but you have me laughing at the changing of your clothes etc! Enjoy the rest of the weekend.

  2. Helen/Dudley Says:

    poor dud, can’t wait to see what he has planned for the ride home…can’t wait to read the book

  3. Marg Says:

    I didn’t like The Virgin’s Lover either. I am looking forward to reading Sandra Worth myself.

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