Review and Giveaway! "Seduced by a Highlander"

As part of the "Seduced by a Highlander" blog tour, I have my review and a giveaway of 5 copies of the book, sponsored by Hachette!

"Seduced by a Highlander"
by Paula Quinn

Source: ARC provided for review by Hachette Books

My Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

My Review:


Isobel Fergusson met a handsome, charming highlander at the King's court. She knows Tristan is a rogue but that doesn't stop her from flirting and even lets him steal a kiss. But the deal-breaker is when she finds out that the object of her affection is a MacGregor, the son of the man who killed her father. Tristan wants Isobel and her brothers to know that his family is not evil, especially not him. He shows up on their doorstep to prove just that. But Tristan knows in his heart there is a bigger reason why he travelled all that way and even suffers being hit over the head with multiple objects by Isobel's brothers.

Wow. Just Wow! This is what a historical romance should be. A gorgeous hero, not afraid to show his lady how much he cares, meets a strong, independent heroine. Add in a full cast of family and friends, all with vivid personalities, and you have one fantastic romance story!

The focus here was always on the romance. There were side stories, but they were about feelings and family relationships. There wasn't a hint of a lost jewel mystery here!! The hero and heroine were never seperated long and you could really tell why they loved each other so much. They had already gotten to know each other before they even knew their families were enemies.

The story was very much about family too. It was very important for Tristan and Isobel both that their families learn to love the other person as well.

Tristan was darn near perfect. I'll take a smiling, playful, charming hero over a brooding one any day! But he wasn't miraculously perfect, a lot of different things caused him to act the way he did. He had flaws and had descended to a dark place, after the death of his beloved uncle, where he just didn't care about anything. He put up a facade of carefree-ness, but really it was because he was afraid of being hurt again if he actually cared about anyone or anything again. Underneath his armor was an very honorable and caring man.

Isobel's brothers were all adorable. I think I have a soft spot for Cameron, maybe because Tristan gave him some pointers on how to be a good man.

Main Characters: 5/5
Supporting Characters: 5/5

Setting: 4/5

Romance: 5/5

Uniqueness: 4/5
Cover: 4/5
Writing: 5/5


Bottom Line: If you like historical romance, this is a must-read!!



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Teaser Tuesday (4)

Yay for "Teaser Tuesday" from MizB of Should be Reading!!

Teaser Tuesdays
is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
  • Grab your current read
  • Open to a random page
  • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
  • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
  • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

My teaser Tuesday pick:


"Dirt and leaves peppered her face as her brother brought the pot down onto Tristan's head with a loud crack, knocking him out for the second time that day."

p. 111 "Seduced by a Highlander" by Paula Quinn (ARC)


Come back later today for my review of this awesome book and a giveaway!!

Classy Cosette



Cosette Sample
Fun with the camera

I would like to share with you this beautiful version of my Cosette pattern knit
for the Never Not Knitting trunk show by Preeti of the Rambling Roses blog.
Thank you Preeti!

The Madelinetosh Tosh Merino yarn that this pattern calls for can be hard to come by since it is in such high demand. It's a wonderful yarn and its not hard to figure out why it is so popular. Time and time again I search for this yarn in a certain colorway only to find my favorite online shops claiming that it is "back ordered" once again.

If this has been your experience, no need to fret. The above sample looks surprisingly similar to the original, yes? The amazing thing is that the body of this piece is not Madelinetosh Merino but Dream in Color Classy! Yes, the Strange Harvest colorway in Classy is nearly identical to the Madtosh Olivia colorway! Don't you agree?

I love this colorway so much. It might be my favorite. I'm so happy to know of an alternate.

With the weather getting a bit cooler, I've been thinking of this design more and more. It's perfect for Fall. Also I have been obsessing over making a lace weight or sock weight version for myself. I was inspired after seeing THIS project on Ravelry.
Why didn't I think of that??


JELLY Crochet



Just a Quick post at the end of a busy bank holiday
.


A jelly post
!


It's not all Wibbly Wobbly in fact it has some pretty neat edges.


Currently completed, all my ends and there where plenty of ends stitched in.







"All I Ever Wanted" Review and 1st Chapter


"All I Ever Wanted"
by Kristan Higgins

Source: sent by Julie at FSB in exchange for review


My Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

My Review:

Callie Grey has a great job in advertising, the only problem is, she's still in love with her boss, Mark. They once had a brief fling, but she still carries for him. When Mark brings his new girlfriend on board at the company, Callie doesn't know how she can handle seeing them together everyday. Meanwhile, the new vet in town is having problems keeping his patients. Ian MacFarland is a great vet but his bedside manner is too cold for their small Vermont town. Callie offers to do some public relations work to make over his image. As she does with everyone in her life, Callie tries everything to make him happy, but maybe Ian is the one person that she doesn't have to try so hard with-maybe he likes her for her.

What a sweet book! Higgins is a great contemporary romance writer, I'm so glad I found her books! The book almost reads more like chick lit (ew, awful term) than romance. Written in first person from Callie's point of view, we don't get to see the alternate viewpoint from Ian like we would in a typical romance.

I could really identify with Callie wanting to be a people pleaser so badly. The only thing I didn't really like about her character was how hung up she was on her boss, Mark. Get over it!! She was only with him for five weeks and it was a year ago. I didn't understand why he was so great anyway or what he ever did to earn her love.

I loved the "angel and devil" on Callie's shoulder in the form of Michelle Obama and Betty Boop. The First Lady kept telling her to get a grip and focus on things other than Mark, while Betty swooned and sighed over him. I was able to get out my frustration over Mark through Mrs. Obama's eyes.

Ian was a bit on the stiff side, but he came around by the end, and was totally lovable!! I don't blame Betty Boop for swooning over him!

Main Characters: 4/5
Supporting Characters: 4/5

Setting: 4/5 (Vermont was nice!!)

Romance: 4/5

Uniqueness: 4/5
Cover: 4/5 (soooo adorable!! I love it!)
Writing: 4/5



Bottom Line: This is a great, well-rounded story with plenty of zany side characters to keep you laughing. The story has a lot of heart, and you will be pulling for Callie.


Now for a sneak peek at the first chapter!! Julie at FSB has generously provided the whole chapter for my readers!! Take a look, you might get hooked!!

Chapter One
by Kristan Higgins,
Author of All I Ever Wanted


As the man I loved approached my office, the image of a deer being hit by a truck came to mind. I was the deer, metaphorically speaking, and Mark Rousseau was the pickup truck of doom.

But here's the thing. The deer always freezes, as we all know, hence the expression like a deer caught in the headlights. The deer and I (Callie Grey, age thirty as of 9:34 this very morning) are well aware that the pickup truck is going to hit us. But we just stand there, waiting for the inevitable, whether it's a pickup truck (in the deer's case) or a man walking athletically toward me (in mine), perpetual smile in place, his brown hair carelessly curling, those gorgeous, dancing dark eyes. I waited, doe-eyed. It was all really too bad, because outside of Mark's influence, I was not at all a deer about to be run down. I was much more of an adorable, perky hedgehog or something.

"Hey." Mark grinned.

Bam! We have impact. The sunlight streamed through the windows of the old brick office building in which Mark and I worked, illuminating him so that he looked like something painted by Michelangelo. To make him even more appealing, he was wearing an old sweater vest his mom knitted for him years ago, shapeless and faded but something he just couldn't part with. A good son and a sex god.

It was as if there were two Callies . . . the smarter, more sensible self (I pictured her as Michelle Obama), and the dopey, in love part . . . Betty Boop. Would that Michelle could give Betty Boop a brisk slap, followed by some vigorous shaking. Alas, Betty just sat there, enthralled, as the First Lady snorted in disgust.

"Hi," I said, feeling my face warm. You'd think that four years of seeing him almost daily would have built up some tolerance in me, but no. My chest prickled with longing and love, my throat turned Saharan, my feet and fingers tingled. Though I was trying hard for Intelligent Coworker, my expression was probably somewhere around Pathetic Adoration.

Mark leaned against my desk, which meant his crotch was, oh, let's see, about a foot and a half from my face, since I was seated. Not that I noticed, of course. "Happy birthday," he said, making it sound like the most intimate, most suggestive phrase in the world.

Face: nuclear. Heart: racing. Callie: half inch from orgasm. "Thanks."

"I got you a present, of course," he murmured in that voice . . . God, that voice. Low and soft and velvety . . . the same voice he used in the bedroom, as I well knew. Yes, Mark and I had been together. For five weeks. Five wonderful weeks. Almost five and a half, if you really analyzed it. Which I had.

From his back pocket, he withdrew a small, rectangular package. My heart flopped as my brain raced with contradictory thoughts. Jewelry? Betty squealed. That means something. That's romantic. So romantic! Oh! My! God! On the other hand, Michelle advised caution. Calm down, Callie. Let's just see how this plays out.

"Oh, Mark! Thank you! You didn't have to," I said, my voice breathy.

On the other side of the glass-bricked wall that separated our offices, Fleur Eames slammed a drawer. The wall only went up ten feet; the ceilings were twelve, perfect for eavesdropping, and I guessed she was trying to snap me out of my daze. Fleur, a copywriter here at the firm, knew about my crush. Everyone did.

Clearing my throat, I reached for the package in Mark's hand. He held onto it for a minute, grinning before he let go. It was wrapped in cheerful yellow paper. Yellow is my favorite color. Did I tell him that once? Had he filed away that little fact the same way I filed away everything he ever told me? I mean, really, it could hardly be coincidence, right? He smiled down at me, and my racing heart stuttered, stalled, then revved into overdrive. Oh, God. Could it be? Did he finally want to get back together?

I'd worked at Mark's firm for the past four years. We were the only advertising and public relations agency in northeastern Vermont. Our staff was small -- just Mark and me; Fleur; the office manager, Karen; and the two pale computer geeks in the art department, Pete and Leila. Oh, and Damien, Mark's personal assistant/receptionist/willing slave.

I loved my job. Excelled at my job, as proven by the large poster on my wall, which had very nearly won a Clio, the Oscar of advertising. Said Clio ceremony took place eleven months ago out in Santa Fe. And in that beautiful, romantic city, Mark and I had finally hooked up. But the timing wasn't right for a serious relationship. Well, at least that's what Mark had said. Honestly, has a woman ever said that? Not a lot of twenty-nine-year-old women truly have timing issues when it comes to being with the man they love. No. It had been Mark's timing that wasn't right.

But now . . . now a gift. Could it finally be that the time was right? Maybe now, on the very day that my thirties began and I entered into that decade where a woman is more likely to be mauled by a grizzly bear than get married . . . maybe today really was the start of a new age.

"Open it, Callie," he said, and I obeyed, hoping he didn't notice my shaking fingers. Inside was a black velvet box. Squee! I bit my lip and glanced up at Mark, who shrugged and gave me that heart-stopping smile once more. "It's not every day my best girl turns thirty," he added.

"Oh, gack," sniped Damien appearing in the doorway. Mark glanced at him briefly, then turned his eyes back to me.

"Hi, Damien," I said.

"Hi." He stretched the word into three syllables of contempt . . . Damien had once again broken up with his boyfriend and currently hated love in all its forms. "Boss, Muriel's on line two."

Something flickered across Mark's face. Irritation, maybe. Muriel was the daughter of our newest client, Charles deVeers, the owner and founder of Bags to Riches. The company made outdoorwear from a combination of plastic grocery bags and natural fiber. It was our biggest account yet, a huge deal for Green Mountain, most of whose clients were in New England. I'd only met Muriel once, and then only briefly, but Mark had been flying back and forth to San Diego, where Bags to Riches was based. As part of the package, Charles had asked Muriel to come to Vermont and work as the account exec, so he could have someone close to him keeping tabs on things. And, since Charles was paying us gobs of money, Mark had said yes.

Mark didn't answer Damien, who was quivering with the joy of running Mark's day. "Boss?" Damien said, a bit more sharply. "Muriel? Remember her? She's waiting."

"So let her wait some more," Mark answered, tossing me a wink. "This is important. Open the damn box, Callie." Damien sighed with the heavy drama that only a gay man can pull off and hustled down the hall.

Cheeks burning, I opened the velvet box. It was a bracelet, delicate silver strands that twisted and turned like ivy. "Oh, Mark, I love it," I whispered, running my finger over the intricate lines. I bit my lip, my eyes already misting with happy tears. "Thank you."

His expression was soft. "You're welcome. You mean a lot to me. You know that, Callie." He bent down and kissed my cheek, and every detail was immediately seared into my brain -- his smooth, warm lips, the smell of his Hugo Boss cologne, the heat of his skin.

Hope, which had been lying in ashes for the past ten months, twitched hard.

"Think you'll make it to my party later on?" I asked, striving for perky and fun, not lustful and ruttish. My parents were throwing me a little bash at Elements, the nicest restaurant around, and I'd invited all my coworkers. No use pretending: I was turning thirty; might as well get some presents.

Mark straightened, then moved a pile of papers from the small couch in my office and sat down. "Um . . . Listen, I need to tell you something. You met Muriel, right?"

"Well, just that once. She seems . . . very . . . " Hmm. She'd worn a killer black suit, had great shoes . . . kind of intense. "Very focused."

"Yeah. She is. Callie . . . " Mark hesitated. "Muriel and I are seeing each other."

It took a few seconds for that to register. Once again, I was that stupid deer, watching mutely as the pickup truck hurtled down the road. My heart slammed to a halt. For a second, I couldn't breathe. Michelle Obama stood by, shaking her head sadly, her fabulous arms crossed in regret. I realized my mouth was open. Closed it. "Oh," I heard myself say.

Mark looked at the floor. "I hope that doesn't cause you any . . . discomfort. Given our past involvement."

There was a white, rushing sound, like a river engorged with snowmelt and hidden debris. He was seeing someone? How could that be? If the timing was okay for Muriel . . . why not . . . Oh, crap.

"Callie?" he said.

Here's the thing about being hit by a truck. Sometimes those deer keep running. They just bound into the woods, sort of like they're saying, Whoo-hoo! That was close! Good thing I'm okay. Um . . . I am okay, right? Actually, you know what? I'm feeling a little strange. Think I'll lie down for a bit. And then they wake up dead.

Mark's voice lowered. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

Say something, the First Lady commanded. "No, no!" I chirruped. "It's . . . just . . . no worries, Mark. Don't worry." I seemed to be smiling. Smiling and nodding. Yes. I was nodding. "So how long have you been . . . together?"

"A couple of months," Mark answered. "It's . . . it's fairly serious." He reached out and took the bracelet out of the box, then put it on my wrist, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin there, making me want to jerk away.

In the many years I'd known Mark, he'd never dated anyone for a couple of months. A couple of weeks, sure. I thought five was a record, quite honestly.

Ah. My body was catching on to the fact that I'd just been slammed. My throat tightened, my joints buzzed with the flight response to danger, and a sharp pain lanced through my chest. "Right. Well. You know what? I have to get my license renewed! I almost forgot! You know . . . birthday. License. Renewal." Breathe, Callie. "Okay if I zip out for lunch a little early?" My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat again, studiously avoiding Mark's dark and now sorrowful eyes.

"Sure, Callie. Take all the time you need."

The kindness in his voice made me feel abruptly murderous. "I won't be long," I chirped. "Thanks for the bracelet! See you in a bit!"

With that, I grabbed my oversize pink hobo bag and stood up, excruciatingly careful not to brush against Mark, who still sat on my couch, staring straight in front of him. "Callie, I'm sorry," he said.

"No! Nothing to apologize for!" I sang. "Gotta run. They close at noon today. See ya later!"

Thirty minutes later, I stood in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles, and the effects of being emotionally run down by the man I loved -- and now hated -- but still loved -- were catching up with me. Michelle Obama had abandoned me, regretfully acknowledging that I was beyond help, and Betty Boop was clamping her lips together and blinking back tears. Trying to keep the choo-choo train of despair at bay, I glanced around. Gray, grimy tile floors. Dingy white walls. I stood in the middle of a line of about ten people, all of us listless and lifeless and loveless . . . or so it seemed.

The whole scene was like something out of some French existentialist play . . . Hell is not other people. Hell is the DMV. Robotic clerks shuffled behind the counter, clearly hating their lot in life and contemplating the easiest form of hari-kari or embezzlement so they could leave this grim place. The clock on the wall seemed to taunt me. Time's a'wastin', kid. Your life is passing you by. Happy fucking birthday.

My breathing started to quicken, my knees felt like a hive of angry bees. Tears burned in my eyes, and on my wrist, my stupid birthday present tickled. I should just rip it off. Melt it down into a bullet and kill Mark. Or myself. Or just swallow the bracelet whole and let it get tangled in my intestines and require emergency surgery and then have Mark come to the hospital and realize just how much he really loved me after all. Not that I would have him now. (Yeah, sure, Callie, said Mrs. Obama, making a reappearance. You'd eat a baby if it meant having him.)

Well. Maybe not a baby. But the idea that Mark was with someone . . . for a couple of months, fairly serious . . . ah, shit! Panic loomed like the jaws of a great white shark, terrifying and unexpected. Stupid Muriel with her black hair and white skin, like some vampire in fabulous shoes . . . when the hell had they started dating? When, dammit?

Oh, crap. Should I go? No. I had to get my license renewed. Today was the last day I could do it without incurring a fine. I'd picked out this wicked cute outfit, too -- red-and-white printed blouse, short red skirt, big gold hoops, and my hair was perfect today, all shiny and swingy . . . Besides, what could I do? Sit in my car and wail? Kick a tree? Strangle a moose? I really wasn't the type. The only idea that held any appeal was that of sitting in my rocking chair and eating cake batter.

A dry sob raked my throat. Shit. Shit on a shingle. Shit on rye.

"Next," called one of the DMV drones, and we all shuffled forward six inches. The man behind me heaved an audible sigh.

Without another thought, I fumbled in my purse for my cell phone. Where was it? Where was it, dammit? Tampon . . . no. Book on CD . . . no. Picture of Josephine and Bronte, my nieces . . . even their beautiful faces failed to cheer me. Where was the phone? Ah. Here. I scrolled down to Annie Doyle. Damn! I got her voice mail. Somehow, it felt like a personal insult. How could my best friend be unavailable in my time of need? Didn't she love me anymore?

Clearly the choo-choo was chugging faster now, so I scrolled down for backup. My mom? God, no . . . this would just be confirmation that the Y chromosome should be erased from humanity. My sister? Not much better. Still, it was someone. Mercifully, Hester answered, even though I knew she was at work.

"Hester? Got a minute?"

"Hey, birthday girl! What's up?" My sister's voice, always on the loud side, boomed out of my phone, and I held it away from my ear.

"Hester," I bleated, "he's seeing someone! He gave me a beautiful bracelet and kissed me and then he told me he's seeing someone! For a couple of months and it's fairly serious, but I still love him!"

The above is an excerpt from the book All I Ever Wanted by Kristan Higgins. The above excerpt is a digitally scanned reproduction of text from print. Although this excerpt has been proofread, occasional errors may appear due to the scanning process. Please refer to the finished book for accuracy.

Copyright © 2010 Kristan Higgins, author of All I Ever Wanted

In My Mailbox (36)

In My Mailbox is hosted by The Story Siren, and is a way for everyone to show their new books for the week, including those bought, swapped, won, or received for review.
I missed last week, so there are a lot of books here!!!


contest wins: thank you!!
"Shadow Hills" by Anastasia Hopcus

won from christina at confessions of a book addict!

"The Body Finder" by Kimberly Derting

won from elizabeth at liz writes!

"The King's Mistress" by Emma Campion

won from amy at passages to the past!

"Immortal" by Gillian Shields

won from amber at reading addict

"The Iron King" by Julie Kagawa

AND a $25 visa gc! won from mel at he followed me home


for review:

"Much Ado About Marriage" by Karen Hawkins

a rewrite of her very first book!! love the cover, too!

"Cleopatra Rules!" by Vicky Alvear Shecter

sent by the author for review, thanks, Vicky!! I looooove Cleopatra and can't wait to read this, there's photos too!!

"Meet Me In Manhattan" by Judith Arnold


a new series called True Vows, based on real life romances!


bought:


"Mockingjay" by Suzanne Collins



Wow, finally done!!!

What did you receive in your mailbox this week??

Winners Announced!! Captured by Desire and Emma and the Vampires!

Winners Announced!!

The five winners of Kira Morgan's "Captured by Desire" are:

nfmgirl
cheryl
john the bookworm
alexa
lag123

The winner of "Emma and Vampires" is:

breanne

Winners were chosen via random.org random number generator. Congrats to all three winners!! I have emailed all of you for your mailing address. Winners have 3 days to respond :) A giant thank you goes out to Hachette for sponsoring the Captured by Desire contest and Sourcebooks for providing the copy of Emma and the Vampires!! Congrats and a huge thank you to everyone who entered!!

August Links for Color Knitters


















I saw this colorful Churro yarn at the Santa Fe Farmer's Market last week.


COLOR KNITTING LINKS


Here are a few more links for you. I am taking next week off from blogging but I should be back after that with some sort of FO.


The 3rd Annual Nordic Knitting Conference takes place October 15-17 at the Nordic Heritage Museum in Seattle. Instructors include Nancy Bush, Beth Brown-Reinsel and Evelyn Clark. Be still my heart!


I'm completely in love with the adorable bunny mittens on this page and want to make them soon. I think the way it works is that you order the pattern and then print it in a limited period of time. I don't have a printer so I'll have to convince DH to do it at work.


The kit for the Knit Picks Chullo hat has returned in two colorways of Palette. I really like the jewel but I am going to order the earth tones since that is what DH requested. Supposedly you can manage 3 or 4 hats with the yarn making this quite the bargain at $17.99.


Looks like Drops has a new multicolored yarn out called Delight. They have a few new free stranded patterns using it with a solid color - Delight Mittens, Delight Socks, and Delight Mittens w/Dancing People on the cuff.


Speaking of mittens, we just started a Mitten KAL on the Stranded Forum on Ravelry. You can knit any mitten or fingerless mitt pattern as long as it has some colorwork so come join us!


And on Sept. 15th we're starting a Glove KAL on the Glove Knitting Forum on Ravelry. This is a perfect opportunity to finish a pair of gloves for a holiday gift.


HERE is a new book out with intarsia cat designs and lots of info on different cat breeds.


And for the dogs, a Fair Isle Dog Bed Kit from Jimmy Beans Wool.

Book Blog Follow Friday August 27

Happy Friday, Everyone!!

It's time for Book Blog Follow Friday hosted by Parajunkee.com!! I missed last week's Follow Friday so I'm ready to play catch up! I've found so many awesome new blogs to read by participating in this fun event! Check it out by clicking the pic!!


If you're visiting for the first time, I'd love to hear from you, so please leave a comment and say hi!! :)

While you're here, why not check out the the contests I have running!!? They both end tonight at midnight!!




Rowan Cocoon Cowl



Recently I have been receiving back garments from my test knitters practically every day!
I have been getting many of my patterns knit up for a second and third trunk show.
This way the yarn shops don't have to wait so long to display the garments.

I wish that I could do all of the knitting myself, but it's a huge job.
It's been nice receiving help with the task.
I have to admit that its kind of fun giving someone a pile of yarn
and receiving a nice neat finished garment in the mail soon thereafter.
It's like instant knitting. And its great.

And have I mentioned that it's also been a great way for me to use up some of my stash yarn?

Shawl Collared Cowl Cocoon

Here is another Shawl Collared Cowl knit by my friend CeRae.
This cowl is knit out of Rowan Cocoon yarn.
This yarn's mohair content gives the fabric a slightly fuzzy texture.
The rustic wood buttons that she chose really set off the cowl nicely.

I really like the way this looks.
Another yarn that would give a similar look would be Lamb's Pride Bulky.
But I'll let you knit that. Mohair doesn't like me much. :)


This week I have been mostly.......


Jelly is almost completed, just a couple of little gaps and then a white surround just like the logo on the leaflet has, that I'm working from.



Blogging


This is Rasmus not wanting me to blog about the outside:inside festival.
These days if its not one family member needing something its the added
extra family member's, please walk me......Oh the pressure;-)




The Telle Tubbie hill is nearly gone, we are now on skip number two! Could you believe it. This has all cut down from what still looks like a forest, a small English garden;-0

Grass seeding the next step/fill some of the gaps.


Skip number two now sat empty on my drive.........



Karins Bag




This is a bag by my good friend had given to me on the last day of Stockholm
.

Its hand made hand stitched and a project bag with pockets. Whist shorting
through my art room contents yesterday I found it safely wrapped in its gift
bag.

It's now in my hand bag ready for the Outcast knit night(wed just gone).
Wet wet wet, knitting.

I just can still
not believe how talented one women can actually be.





Frogs


Frogs, this little frog has almost been eaten by Rasmus, frightened my nephew andre-released back into the wild by my child twice but it keeps coming back and now I realise why as it's living in a bush near my patio, nature is a funny thing.

Crochet


This was my recent London trip shopping with daughter train crochet, it will
eventually get added to my Rhubarb and Custard that I'm working on.


"I Know I Am, But What Are You?" Review


"I Know I Am, But What Are You?"
by Samantha Bee

Source: sent by Gallery Books in exchange for honest review


My Rating: 3 out of 5 stars

Summary from Goodreads:

Samantha Bee's hilarious essays on everything from her parents' views on religion and sex to her pre-Daily Show stint as a Japanese anime character.

My Review:


This book was a little bizarre to me. There were some funny little snippets of wisdom here and there, but overall, I felt a little uncomfortable while reading this one. A lot of the chapters focused on her sexual awakening/ or non-awakening.

Some anecdotes were so cute, like when she talked about how her daughter doesn't like animals but her son loves them:

"The other child is enthralled by the cat and wants to stuff it's entire body into his mouth, to be kept safe forever in a protective human boy suit." (p. 177)


I also enjoyed the chapter where she and a female roommate subtly vied for the attention of their very handsome-but very un-showered- male roommate. I got a kick out of the Three's Company vibe.

Bottom Line: Overall, there are some parts of the book that will cause a chuckle but the rest wasn't really my kind of humor and made for an uncomfortable read.

Winners Announced!! Wicked Intentions!

Winners Announced!!

The five winners of Amanda Hoyt's "Wicked Intentions" are:

Diana
Stacey

Danielle

Julie at Outlandish Dreaming

Lovely Little Love


Winners were chosen via random.org random number generator. Congrats to all five winners!! All the winners have already responded to my emails :) Congrats and a huge thank you to everyone who entered!!

Don't feel bad if you didn't win this one, I have two more contests going on right now!

Emma and the Vampires!! Ends 8/27

One of 5 copies of Captured by Desire!! Ends 8/27

Waiting on Wednesday (34)

Waiting on Wednesday is hosted by Breaking the Spine, and it is a way to show off the books you can't wait to be released!!

This week I chose:

"Wake Unto Me"

by Lisa Cach
Speak
Release Date: March 31, 2011

The following description is from goodreads.com:

A haunted castle, a handsome young man dead for four hundred years, one heck of a scary portrait of a witch, and a treasure hunt -- not to mention a princess for a roommate! -- all await 15 year old American girl Caitlyn Monahan when she earns a scholarship to a French boarding school.

There are secrets behind the stone walls of Chateau de la Fortune, buried
for centuries along with the mystery of who killed Raphael, the charming ghost who visits Caitlyn at night. But as Caitlyn unearths the history of the castle, nothing scares her as badly as the secret she learns about herself, and the reason she was chosen to come to the Fortune School.

And nothing breaks her heart as badly as falling in love with a dead guy.


Wake Unto Me looks flat out amazing to me!! Haunted castle, cute ghosts, witches? I'm in!!

What are you waiting for this week??

Winner Announced!! Team Jessica and Team Elizabeth Tees!

Winner Announced!!

The winner of the set of Team Elizabeth and Team Jessica t-shirts from Sweet Valley Confidential is:

PeechieKeen!

Winner was chosen via random.org random number generator. Congrats to PeechieKeen!! I have emailed you for your mailing address so I can send it on to Lori at getredpr. Winner has 3 days to respond :) A giant thank you goes out to Lori at getredpr for sponsoring this contest!! Congrats and a huge thank you to everyone who entered!!

Check out the first chapter of Sweet Valley Confidential!

"Only the Good Spy Young" Review


"Only the Good Spy Young"
by Ally Carter

Source: sent by publicist in exchange for review


My Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

My Review:

Cammie is used to guards tailing her every move. She's even used to danger lurking at every corner. Why? Because Cammie is a Gallagher Girl! She goes to a school that trains young spies. Her favorite teacher risks his life to give her a secret message and then she's told that he works for the enemy. Cammie doesn't know who to believe. Then her love interest, Zach, starts giving mixed signals too. Will Cammie ever find out who's with her and who's against her?

This book is a nonstop spy adventure. Carter's writing is fast and fun, and she really has an understanding of teens. Cammie's voice is very funny, smart, and not too old or too young for a high school girl.

There's just the right amount of romance in the this one-also age appropriate and not all-consuming. Zach is a cutie, and I have to admit I was as confused by him as Cammie was some of the time!

The secondary characters were all well developed and the mystery had me perplexed. The thing I liked best about this book was the writing. The jokes were so witty and smart!


Main Characters: 5/5
Supporting Characters: 4/5

Setting: 4/5

Romance: 3/5

Uniqueness: 4/5
Cover: 4/5
Writing: 5/5



Bottom Line: All around, this is a great well-rounded story with something for everyone. Cammie is a great role model, too!

Another FrukttrÀdgÄrd

Because one just wasn't enough.

Blue Frukttradgard Hat framed

I'm afraid this blog post is terribly overdue.
I completed and gifted this second Frukttradgard hat to my friend weeks ago now!

I learned with this project that there is something to be said for knitting the same pattern twice. It went much more quickly and smoothly the second time. It was a wonderfully relaxing knit.

And the great news is.. I even saw my friend wearing it the other night.
When I actually see my gifted knits in use, (Which doesn't happen often) it is so exciting! When I find someone appreciative of my hand knits, I want to do nothing but knit them things for the rest of my life.
Seeing my knits being loved and worn brings me great satisfaction as a knitter.

I knitted this one out of Road to China light in the aquamarine colorway. Pretty isn't it?

Outside:inside Festival Reading (Crochet Graffiti)


The festival


Myself

Working with the Outcasts.
The first of many projects I hope, more news to follow. I just want to say a big thank you to all the fellow Blankie Outcastians.



Forbury in bloom.



Forbury Reading


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forbury_Gardens

Where we should have been, but the weather in the UK is just awful and the rain has not stopped falling. Summer? what summer.

Wellington's required, so the forecast said. We where very lucky and the rain came as we finished but a wet knitted field would not have been a pretty picture. The venue change was defiantly for the best.





Destination change.............


Butter market not far from jelly /renegade knitters where on the loose.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broad_Street,_Reading

http://www.jelly.org.uk/





When are socks and croc's are cool?.......


When they are in fact crocodile brogues with hand made socks. These

Funky shoes where worn by a very funky character.

One of my blanket/Graffiti meets.


Now here is where the funny story's could start, but I think Ill just leave it with the cool.

(we don't need to mention prison? oop's I did, you have to ask me when you see me.)

And a thank you to the random bottle of beer brought for the ladies, I guess he figured we needed a treat or though to be honest with the colourful collaboration of international, more Moet & Chandon would springs to mind than beer;-).



Graffiti in the pubs.



VIVACIOUS we figured maybe that with a beer or two the public may not notice my dyslexic mistake and if they did! who cares. My Crochet in a Reading pub, very cool very street art.



Thanks again, Mel, Suzanne, Kira, Barbara and malenie,
not forgetting Bama and Louie. And anyone that stopped to K.I.P.



Press so far

http://www.wix.com/outsideinside/outside-inside-festival


http://www.getreading.co.uk/entertainment/s/2076796_music_and_arts_at_outsideinside_
festivals_forbury_finale

Quoted


Knitters Outcast will be making a giant picnic blanket surrounded by knitted graffiti by Alison Friday in the gardens and on the theatre stage, an open mic show run by
Kangaroo Court will offer opportunities for singing dancing, monologues and improvisation.


http://www.glasswerk.co.uk/news/national/9424/Outside:Inside+Festival+Returns

Quoted

Outside:Inside Festival will also be celebrating visual and performing arts through a
variety of exhibitions, installations, interactive performances and workshops. Participating
artists and groups include The Rising Sun Arts Centre with their three roving carnival
creations, Vicky Vergou with her "Language Box" interviewing people and Ann Rapstoff's
piece "Office for the Dissemination of Sympathy" A mini art market featuring many local
artists will take place on Saturday 14 August. The final festival weekend amongst other
art activities, you can join the Outcasts (a group of renegade knitters) making a giant
picnic blanket surrounded by knitted graffiti by Alison Friday in the Forbury Gardens
followed by a spellbinding performance of "The River" beside the Holy Brook.