Glad it wasn't something worse, Dana.
I have to make a Target run today. The list keeps growing.
And that doesn't even take into account the stuff you'll discover you Can't Live Without! once you walk through the doors.
There's a black hole of spendiness about that place, I swear.
No! That wasn't about me--that was for Dana.
Dana, so glad it was nothing.
Gronk. So far today I have cleaned up the apartment, made a gingerbread cake, and made a soup in the crock pot. I can haz nap now?
I really freakin' hate when people use Nicholas Sparks as an example of a romance writer.
Feh.
(I kind of hate it when they call him a writer)
Oh dear, I am apparently an old sappy sap because I cried when I read The Notebook. I haven't read anything else he wrote. I enjoyed it. It wasn't what I normally pick for myself, but it was my neighborhood book club pick.
There's a black hole of spendiness about that place, I swear.
I call it the $100 store. I can go in there for a package of toilet paper and still spend $100. It's amazing.
Dana, I hope you feel better!
sj, yes! Take a nap, girl!
I call it the $100 store. I can go in there for a package of toilet paper and still spend $100. It's amazing.
Just think how spendy it would be if Target had a fabric department.
The sappiness and intense romanticism doesn't bother me in the slightest, Laura. What DOES bug me is that if a woman had written that same book it would a) be called a romance and not in a good way and b) that's presuming it would have ever been published in the first place.
A female author writes that same book as their first novel and publishers turn their noses up at it in all likelihood. (Debbie Macomber can get away with it, but she's also been published for twenty years.) A male author writes this book and it's sensitive and insightful.
And on top of it, he gets all insulted when his work is referred to as romance and gets all ugly about the genre.