Confessions of a Book Lover: Good Trash

Life's pretty stressful right now so I have to confess (this is confessions, right?) that my book list (I'm on book 35) is full of books that are sheer escapism. I got turned on to Georgette Heyer by Robin McKinley who is my favorite author (she'll get her own post one of these days) and whose blog I read. Here's what she wrote about the difference between good trash and bad trash:

First I want to differentiate between good trash and bad trash. Good trash is fun enjoyable stuff that doesn’t shake you out of your comfort zone, or maybe only a little, in a tingly, giddy sort of way. Am I being insulting? I hope not. I love good trash. Georgette Heyer wrote the epitome of superb trash. She’s not the only one, but she’s safely dead so I don’t have to worry about insulting her.

Bad trash . . . bad trash is junk food for the mind and the heart. You may think it tastes good on the way down—and if you’re on a steady diet of it you won’t notice the icky chemical aftertaste—but it’ll fur up your arteries and make you stupid.

I never read anything by Georgette Heyer because I had lumped her somehow into the land of Harlequin romance and Danielle Steele. (and please don't think I look down on anyone who likes the Harlequin brand of romance, it just isn't my cup of tea. I love vampire books--yes, there will be a post--and I've gotten some funny looks over that, lol.) Part of me sincerely regrets having missed, like, 10 years of reading her extensive collection but the rest of me is so happy to have found a fun, enjoyable author who obviously put time and research in her settings.

To the books! The first one I read was The Grand Sophy. Dude. I laughed out loud more than a few times. This book was just so totally not what I expected. I'm going on memory for this one because I read it a couple months ago but I do remember that the characters were really the strong point of this Sophy was larger than life as she went about arranging everyone's life (which is pretty much what the book is about). Her cousin's fiancee was the best as a moralist who liked to make veiled snide comments about everyone and everything. Seriously, if you need a fun, relaxing, say, beach read, go get this book right now.



The second one is These Old Shades. I read this one more recently so I have pretty clear memories and even noted some of the opening passage. I mean, how awesome is this description of the lead gentleman:
“He walked mincingly, for the red heels of his shoes were very high. A long purple cloak, rose-lined, hung from his shoulders and was allowed to fall carelessly back from his dress, revealing a full-skirted coat of purple satin, heavily laved with gold; a waistcoat of flowered silk; faultless small clothes; and a lavish sprinkling of jewels on his cravat and breast”

I was also unreasonably tickled by the bowing:
“He made a magnificent leg”

Anyway, even though I've gone on about the writing, the actual book is about a man who exacts revenge in a very roundabout manner. I don't want to tell any more. :P


One caution: if you hate Jane Austen, you'll probably hate Georgette Heyer. :P

Also, this is getting long BUT here's Autumn's book of the week:


I have read this book to her approximately 80,000,000,000 times. The only relief I have gotten is today because the book is in her hello kitty suitcase in the trunk of my car. She packed it to take to Nanny and Boppa's yesterday where she probably had them read it to her approximately 80,000,000,000 times.

Drama and the things that make it worth it.

You guys will totally laugh at me but last night, I went to bed at 8:45 and woke up this morning at 8:56. Seriously. And the worst of it? I'm still tired. Like, I could totally take a nap right now. I'm not really sure why I'm so tired. I guess it could be just the combination of stresses. I'm about to start week 3 of my kids' aikido class which, with the exception of Thursday when the kids were inexplicably strung out, is going well. I'm going to the new house pretty much every day for at least a couple hours to paint ceilings. I'm preparing for an aikido test. It's first kyu which is one rank before black belt--I think this is my 6th year of training so it's been a long journey. That's been more work than I expected because there are some things on the test that we haven't really worked on until now. Always nice to find out. And then there's the everyday stuff of dinner, cleaning, Autumn-herding, and house showings (lots of showings but no offers yet). I'm trying to hold onto the few threads of sanity I had to begin with, haha.

Anyway, my drama and slow decline into who-knows-what aside, life isn't going too badly considering. The great news is that there's a lot of interest in our Lakeland house. And the end is in sight for the new house in Germantown. One funny thing did happen and some of you may have seen me post this on Facebook. I was supposed to put a little soap in the fountain to break up the surface tension or something. I put way, way too much soap in the fountain and this happened.


A week later, there is still foam in the fountain. :P

Another big event is that Biscuit the Tiger had to have major surgery again. Mike found Biscuit innards in Autumn's bed so I did an exam and got out my surgery kit.


Note the Mickey the Giant book beside me. This time around, Autumn wanted to help and I made Mike take pictures. The reason I'm never in pictures is Mike hates taking them. I told him that someday he'll be sad not to have more photos of me when I was young and cute. :D


It was a little scary letting her do this, but I let Autumn hold the needle with me when it was time to pull the thread through. She did a great job and has pretty steady hands for a toddler. After it was all over, Autumn got a Sesame Street bandaid for Biscuit.


It's really moments like this that make everything, if not okay, then definitely bearable. :)