Dream Casting Round Up

Granted, we are millenia away from a von Strassenberg movie.
BUT to help readers see what I see (and there has been a lot of healthy debate on this issue), I have compiled a tentative dream cast for the movie which, in my dreams, is produced by Summit Entertainment.

It only seemed appropriate to use a shirtless pic of Alex Pettyfer as Peter Strauss spends a good deal of time without his. I know Daveigh Chase is only 5'7" and Pettyfer is only 5'10" but that's why they have Hollywood magic. And Abbie will just have to do a cameo, because the character is her, she is the character. It helps that she has plenty of stage experience. And remember, there's an 18 year spread between the past part of Filter and the past part of Bluestocking Girl. So Viktor is nearly forty in Bluestocking. While he's scrumptious in Filter, I think he's dangerously and tragically sexy in Bluestocking Girl and would swoon to see Tom Welling play Viktor in Bluestocking Girl. So, you want a movie? Tweet them and let them know!

And remember, both books are available in paperback and for Nook and Kindle! 

Ian Harding for William the Third

UPDATE!!! At my cousin's insistence I broke down and watched Pretty Little Liars. I wasn't stunned by the brilliance of the show (though I do enjoy it, the books even more so) but by Mr. Ian Harding a.k.a Mr. Ezra Fitz. He is EXACTLY how I envision  William the Third, from his the way he talks to the way he moves. I kept seeing that scene where he's running barefoot down Raquel's driveway in the rain....yup. So move Brant Daugherty over to Peter Strauss and use Ian Harding as William the Third, yes please. It's like a Pretty Little Liars reunion!

The Williams - Dream Casting

So, in the excitement of having found our perfect visual of William Drexler III and Katherine, I decided to put up a whole new post just for these sparkly dreams which also involve Summit Entertainment. Sigh. 

Gary Oldman as the Second and Brant Daugherty as the Third! Swooooon!

Janelle Froehlich as Katherine Demure

The Next Big Thing

Move over Twilight, your reign has ended. I CANNOT wait to see this.

The von Strassenberg Saga ~ 4/5 Stars

Another review on Goodreads.
"I have to admit...at one point in time I almost put this book down. The situation: Raquel, the heroine, is torn between the skinny, pasty boy and the buff, tanned boy who can't seem to keep his shirt on. Sound familiar? Thank goodness I am a bit of a stubborn reader and it takes a lot for me to abandon a book, or else I really would have missed out on a compelling story.

Told as two stories that are invariably intertwined, set in two different eras, Wright creates an engaging plot line in the present of a girl struggling to escape her impoverished situation and the love story in the past that will impact her life. We have only seen the tip of the iceberg of this collision at the close of this first installment. Be warned: we are left with more questions than answers and I was left with a profound lack of closure. 

And unlike the heroine in the series alluded to before, I find Raquel to be a strong mix of toughness, independence, intelligence, and flaw-I liked her. I can't wait to find out what becomes of her and see the unraveling of this masterful web of family dynamics that spans, literally, 100 years."
http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/173899535         $2.99 for Nook --->> http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/filter-gwenn-wright/1100248778?ean=2940012882028&itm=1&usri=filter%2bgwenn%2bwright

My Actual For Real Bookshelves

Prologue

FILTER: Book One of the Von Strassenberg Saga

Prologue

Vienna, Austria 1866

“That monk is a doddering fool.”

He remained bent over the microscope, speaking more to his Petri dish than the imbecile who had come to question him.

“Yes Doctor, but what you’re working on…” “Will ensure Austria’s power for eternity.” The man scoffed. He had heard of the scientist’s maniacal zeal. His mother had warned him

that being intelligent was admirable and, if utilized properly, profitable but there came a point

when it was nothing but a detriment. Genius was often followed by madness, she had said. Looking at the frenzied younger man, Dr. Rochenstein fully appreciated the wise woman his mother had been.

“The University,” he continued. “Needs more assurance of the potential success of your work.”

A bitter laugh resonated within the form hunched over the microscope. “You mean they would like to know when my work will begin repaying their generosity.”

It was not a question.

Everyone knew of the lavish expenses of the professor, but no one was certain of what the money was being spent on. There was gossip and speculation that perhaps he was building some great invention, but this was circulated only among those who did not know his particular field was biology.

****YA THRILLER ROMANCE, Rated PG-13, well maybe PG-15

You can also visit me here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Filter-The-Von-Strassenberg-Saga/150889648309305

70,989 to Go!

Maybe it’s desperate, but my heart soars every time someone actually pays to read my YA novel. The idea that anyone would give of their time and money to read something that I poured eight months of my chaotic life into is simply thrilling. Well, including the marketing and editing it’s been almost a year. I actually sat on the idea of Filter several months before even beginning the research. All the girls on campus were going gaga over Twilight and it seemed like every time I picked up a new release at the bookstore it had some plot line very similar to Twilight’s…or the Vampire Diaries because really, how can you not see the similarities between those two? So I decided that for the first time in nearly a decade I would begin writing again. It would be a story filled with teen angst and the wicked darkness of the human heart, but no fur and no fangs. There was actual research involved. My husband bought, “Genetics for Dummies” for me (he’s a brave man..but genetics isn’t exactly my forte, so it was appreciated) and I scoured the internet for my historical research and supplements to my scientific research. The beginning of the story formed itself in my mind as I was reading Austrian history but I began at the end and in the middle of the story. The roots you will have to wait for. And it will not be what you expect. It’s fun and difficult not to let on, to not give you too much, but it will make you gasp in the end and you will say, “Take that, stupid vampires!” Because what I write is actually real and could actually have happened. And that is more unsettling than any paranormal tale you could ever spin. Reality is more unsettling than many of us want to realize.

….The title refers to the number of books remaining to sell before I can pay off my student loans, mind you, I don’t get the full cut of the $2.99 it costs! Payments begin in two months…ug. And keep in mind, reviews are Indie Author’s bread and butter!

Visit me on Facebook too! https://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=108780859177556&ref=ts

Facebook Fan Page

Writing YA Christian lit or Not.

I did not grow up in a Christian home. My parents weren't druggies or alcoholics or abusive. We were just a typical lower middle class family struggling to make it work. My mother stayed at home with us until I was in first or second grade. She then took a job with a maid service. For the first time my sisters and I were given an allowance. As the youngest, I was paid the least for my labor which included dusting and vacuuming. It was $5. And it was enough. A new bookstore had opened in the recently developed strip mall across the street that ran behind our home. The bookstore was the only thing that made the destruction of the farmland acceptable in my mind. I was maybe 8 or 9 at the beginning. Each Friday I would take my $5 and walk to the bookstore. Back then $5 was just enough to buy two paperbacks. This was when I fell in love with Lois Duncan and Christopher Pike. No, there were no Sweet Valley High books for me. My friends were all reading them, but not me, never a one. I was a Nancy Drew girl, a mystery and thriller girl. When I was 10 I discovered what I consider to be the original Twilight series, The Vampire Diaries, LJ Smith. And by the way, the WB series does the book series a great injustice. I read all of Duncan and Smith and Pike and usually read book more than once. When I became a Christian at the age of 15 I was reading Dean Koontz and my Bible and occasionally Stephen King. Seem like a conflict of interest? Indeed. But what else was I supposed to read? Christian fiction at the time left much to be desired. It was poorly written and cheesy to say the least. Recently when I started writing my own YA novel I struggled with this. I wanted to write something Christian parents would approve of and Christian and non-Christian terms would enjoy. Oh but we have Twilight, you say. Um no. While Edward insisting on waiting until marriage to have sex is great and my favorite thing about the entire series, it doesn't override the fact that Bella's entire existence, she thought, hinged on Edward. That's stupid. And unhealthy. While most of my characters are not Christians, they struggle with their morals and with the morals of their Christian friends. But that isn't the focus of the story. It is a thriller after all. And honestly I didn't write it with any moral in mind. My goal was to write a romantic thriller for teens that didn't involve vampires or zombies or werewolves or this ridiculous notion that a girl's life should revolve around a boy. Injecting my Christian faith into the story was tricky. I didn't want to lay it on too thick but I didn't want to ignore it. I'm the end I think a happy balance was found but you would have to be the judge of that. Look for my ebooks Filter at amazon.com or smashwords.com.

Insatiable~Meg Cabot

The thing is, at some point you have to feed the children.

And the dishes won’t do themselves.

Although, if I didn’t cook for the children (or rather, if I didn’t help my chef husband cook for the children) then there wouldn’t be any dishes to do. And the world would be a happier place because I could read Insatiable by Meg Cabot without interruption. Well, without interruption would never happen unless the boys were gone for the weekend with their dad and the sheets and towels washed themselves (because that’s what Saturdays are for) and I had a catheter in, which I don’t.

I was also pleased to see that Ms. Cabot and I have done some of the same research for our books. When Lucien said, “Wallachia,” I knew just what he was referring to. And when the vampire hysteria of the 1700’s was being described I was already privy to that intel. It was the Empress Dowager of Austria, Maria Theresa, and the for-real vampire hunter (her royal physician) who put the hysteria to rest. Maria Theresa had a daughter named Maria Josepha and, if you have read my book and you knew a little bit of Austrian history, that would mean something to you. Just thought it was a pleasant coincidence.

Bella Swan. Sookie Stackhouse. Meena Harper.

All girls with special gifts.

All girls whose special gifts give their blood that tantalizing bouquet that drives the vampires crazy.

All girls who find themselves swept into love with smoldering hot vampires.
And in the Vampire Diaries by LJ Smith the young hot vampire is named Stefan...like the young, hot vampire in Insatiable. Also, Smith and Cabot both named their vampire hunters Alaric. That's just how my weird brain works, drawing connections. I can't say that Cabot has even ever read the Vampire Diaries. (I did when I was 12ish and had a crush on young Stefan for years.) 

Typically, I would be turned off by such similarities but Meg Cabot’s Insatiable is far from being anything like Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse series and is even further removed from Meyer’s Twilight.

It’s not really even fair to compare Sookie and Meena’s stories. They’re so completely different.

Insatiable is a smart, sexy almost tongue-in-cheek vampire romance. It reminded me of 30 Rock but with vampires. That's especially true when Meena is completely indignant that the show she writes for is considering upping their product plugs. The idea is repugnant to Meena who thinks that product placements in the show decrease the show's creative integrity and then she grabs her Pottery Barn throw off her IKEA furniture and throws her Pottery Barn lamp at Alaric. It reminded me of an episode of 30 Rock wherein Liz Lemon is upset about the same thing and takes a drink of her diet Snapple before saying, "Wow you can't even tell that's diet," and this person in a Snapple bottle costume comes out behind them either at that point or in another episode. That's smart-funny. That's what we call clever.

Lucien’s rescue of Meena almost made me laugh just because it echoed the rescue of Bella by Edward, when the truck nearly killed her. But I was too swept up in it and merely smirked afterward. Maybe a carefully veiled parody wasn’t what Cabot was going for, but I like to think it was.

When Lucien took his reading glasses out of his pocket at the dinner party, I lost it. My husband just shook his head at me as I laughed and quieted down and started up again. It was so funny, but in a slick yet corny kind of way.

The mystery of the story wasn’t difficult to figure out. At least not the mystery of who was behind the murders. The larger mystery, what will Meena decide? Who will she choose? That was more difficult to guess. And, like with Sookie, I find myself not rooting for the sexy vampire that everyone else probably is.

I love Meena. Even though she’s one of those little pixie people who make me look like an Amazon. She’s quirky and smart and scramble-brained and quite the little powerhouse. When I was little I think I imagined myself growing up to be someone a lot like Meena Harper. What is even more endearing about Meena is that she struggles with her decisions and makes some huge mistakes. Without realizing it, she becomes one of those girls. It’s a painful realization and most of us have had it but Meena puts on her big girl panties and….well, I don’t want to give anything away.

This was the first Meg Cabot novel I have ever read and she has earned a place on my top shelf. Unfortunately she is going to wind up costing me a lot of money. I don’t want to just download her books and have them on my macbook. I want to be able to see them on my shelf because she is now one of my favorite writers. Her style is so smart and funny she can only be a true nerd underneath all the fashion and sophistication. Why? Because you have to be a bit quirky yourself to write like that.

Also, forgive me if none of this made sense. My allergies are going crazy or I have a terrible cold. I’m leaning toward the idea of it being a cold and I most likely caught it because I’m so run down from a lack of sleep thanks to Ms. Cabot. Maybe I will sue her for not putting a warning label on her book like that guy who’s suing the video game company for not putting a warning on the game he bought. He had no idea it would be so addictive that he wouldn’t be able to work or sleep or eat. I had no idea that Insatiable would keep me up all hours and make me so aggravated when I had to tend to real life. And now all I can think about is, “When is the next book coming out?” I want to see Meena Harper and Alaric and Jon and Lucien again. I think withdrawal is already setting in. 

The Maddening Side of Being a Writer

Being a writer is a lonely pursuit.
Once you've finished your work, it only gets lonelier. No one else shares your sheer anxiety and self-doubt while you wait for someone to please, please pick up your book or decide to represent you.
I've sent my letter to an agency. The waiting game has begun.
My book, tentatively titled The von Strassenbergs, ended at 254 pages. Abbie says it's wonderful and better than Twilight. Which may not be saying much, because she didn't like Twilight. It's now time to begin the rewrite and I'm wondering if I should even waste my time, but if I don't and the agency actually wants my book, well wouldn't that just figure?
Last night the second book in the series started drifting through my head and I just wanted it to stop. This is why I gave up writing all those years ago. So much time spent locked away, hunched over a computer, crying and laughing about people that are only figments of your imagination while the flesh and blood outside your door continues growing and changing...and then you don't even get a response and you know you've wasted moments of your life and theirs that you can never get back.
And let's not even mention the guilt of being a wife and a mother and neglecting your duties so you can have nothing to show for it in the end because no one wants your book.
It's a difficult thing being a writer.
But it is a good story. If I do say so. And I would be ecstatic to have it faithfully made into a film, because it would be thrilling to see Viktor and Katherine and Raquel and the boys all walking around doing those things I know they will do.
Pray that I do not fall into despair whilst I wait.
The pit beckons me and it is hard to refuse.

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

A few days ago I picked my oldest up from Boys' Camp. For some strange reason he didn't feel inclined to sit in the 96 degree heat while his little brother's attended Backyard Bible Club. So we went to the library instead. My current read (A Great and Terrible Beauty) was in my purse but, being a novel junkie, I started picking more stories out anyway. We wound up having to stack several WalMart full of books when we left.
One of the books, which I chose on a whim, was the Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart, author of Dramarama. It is a cruel world that allows the likes of Twilight to usurp the fun and intelligence of the Disreputable History. But, I guess, you have to be part geek to truly appreciate this novel. It's smart and requires a strong vocabulary. I read the whole thing in a day, despite being at my niece's birthday party for half of that day. Frankie is a girl I can identify with and I hope against hope that we will see her again. Although, I imagine E. Lockhart, being the gifted writer she is, is smart enough to know when to quit. Unlike other authors. She is also gutsy enough to allow her characters to take the unconventional route. Take the time to pick this one up. It's well worth it....If I could be any writer, I would be Diana Gabaldon. Since such greatness is unattainable by mere mortals, I would be more like E. Lockhart. The dialogue is stunning and sharp...it was just so much fun. It made me, as a writer, feel very small and insignificant. I'm gonna hafta up my game

Vampire Diaries: Dark Reunion

I spoke too quickly about The Fury being my favorite of the Vampire Diaries series.
It's been awhile, forgive me, and I couldn't remember the fourth book.
But the first line of the first page brought it all back; all the memories of being twelve and having nightmares that mirrored Bonnie's because the dreams she had were so disturbing to me. The part with the teeth falling out, that was already a nightmare of mine and reading about someone else having that nightmare only caused me to be plagued by nights spent losing my own teeth. I was twelve and I didn't fall in love with Stefan. I was in love with Damon, dark and brooding and self-controlled Damon who is somehow always late but also always just in time.
It took me, cumulatively, three hours to read Dark Reunion, having been swept up by that first line. LJ Smith knows, unlike some authors, how to write action, how to time it so that it takes just long enough to put you on edge so that you want to read every word even though you're frightened to because you're not exactly certain what she'll allow the characters to do.
And she knows romance, not just the simpering fairy tale cottage and the designer clothes ( you know what I'm talking about), the real romance behind all things. The romance that links lovers and the romance that just is the sweetness and terror of life and love, that connects friends just as much as it connects lovers.
I'm a little leery about reading the new books.
I'm almost afraid they were only written for the sake of the show. If so, I want nothing to do with them. I only want them if their existence is due to the fact that Stefan and Elena and the gang truly weren't through with their escapades. I hope they aren't ridiculous.
Let's find out, shall we?
O and by the way, I saw on a certain website that some schmuck is trying to sell a 2001 edition of The Fury for $35. Whoever it is, they aren't a real fan.
I have the original print edition in like new condition. All four of the series. And sweetie, I ain't selling.

Vampire Diaries: The Fury

OMG.
As a rule, crying during teen romance novels is unacceptable behavior.
It almost happened though, almost but not quite.
Maybe it's because I got up so early. We'll blame it on that.

Thus far, The Fury is my favorite of the Vampire Diaries, which really should have all been one book...but what Stephenie Meyer can get away with today might not have flown so hot nearly twenty years ago (wow, let's not put it in those terms again!). The Fury is filled with awakenings and realizations and I was nervous for Elena and the gang, scared for them at times and then suddenly....my tiredness nearly allowed me to cry.
LJ Smith accomplishes what Meyer never did for me...she made me nervous. Yes, I've read the books time and again but every time that concern wells back up. I know these characters, they're old friends of mine and I want things to go well for them....but sometimes things just don't. And that is something else. LJ Smith is willing to allow her characters to go down paths that might be less than favorable. She is willing to shock and to let go.
It still makes me angry that these books were made into a television series (atrocious as it is).
They're making Outlander into a movie and The Vampire Diaries into a series. How backward is that?

At the end of the They Fury I ran back to my room, to my favorite shelf filled with old-school reads (which, I realized to my horror...I am missing a TON of my Christopher Pike books. Where did they go? Where is Chain Letter? And the Final Friends, hmmm? Ich weiss nicht.) and snatched Dark Reunion. Unfortunately, mommyhood duties called and it was time to feed the children. They are in bed now and I'm done talking to you, so now FINALLY I can get back to the gang.

Rooting for the Bad Brother

I am always shocked at myself when reading a book where the girl must choose between two boys. My choice would probably shock most people who know me.

I was on team Jacob. Edward was boring and stagnant.
And now, having just finished The Vampire Diaries: The Struggle for the umpteenth time....I must admit, I'm still on team Damon.
This concerns me...is there something wrong with my own character? Am I suffering some deprivation? As Damon menacingly took Elena in his embrace, I questioned myself.
.....the problem in books is that the good boys are soooo boring.
Like with Edward and Bella, I never felt the connection they had. Ooo, so he swooped out of nowhere and saved her a couple times. Big deal. For all of that he still came across as a wuss.
But Jacob was all fire and arrogance and recklessness.
Like Damon.
And neither Jacob nor Damon ever wallowed in self-pity. And if they did, they did it like a man, with gruffness and a bit like jerks.
How boring would the story be if the girl decided to stick with the good guy and didn't instinctively gravitate toward the boy seething with danger?
I don't think it's the danger that draws us in though.
It's the cockiness, it's the competency.
Women want men who act like men, not like metrosexuals.
Think of Indiana Jones, he isn't a nice boy... and he's so alluring because of it.
Clint Eastwood, think back to Three Mules for Sister Sarah. Or Sam Elliot in The Quick and the Dead. Unflappable, self-controlled men.
I hafta say, accept my apologies, but this is why I love my husband. He's a bit of a jerk when need be and that's so appealing. He's a gentleman and a wonderful father, but....with a look and a certain tone, he can put me in my place. Not many men can do that. 
I love Stefan, I do.....but without his brother to antagonize him, he would make for a very boring romance novel. And then we, being the silly emotional females we are, wouldn't feel the delectable guilt over wanting her to accept Damon's embrace, and then what fun would it be? Yes I feel horrible for Stefan...ah the angst! This is why I love teen romance thrillers. There's fear. There's guilt. There's the discovery of character flaws they didn't know they had (and we didn't know we have). Such fun. Now, I must away. Book III, The Fury is waiting for me.

New Moon~ The Movie

My husband is a flippin' comedian.
For my birthday he got me bookcases, 24 season 7 on DVD, and New Moon on DVD. Although I had told him I really just wanted video of him going up to the cashier and buying New Moon (maybe having 24 in his hands offset the embarrassment of buying a teenie romantic thriller), he failed to record the event.
Again, I think they did a tremendous job with the adaptation. Was it exact? NO. But it couldn't be. But Rosenberg was faithful again, finding the essence of the story and the characters, preserving the emotions from the book.
The first thing that struck me was the difference in color. Twilight was all cool blues and New Moon has more of a Rembrandt feel to it. Which was fine, the story's in a different place now. But what bothered me, and I don't know if it could be helped but everyone looked five years older. And I still hate Jasper's look and blatant over-doneness. That's probably not a word, but I'm using it anyway.
My absolute favorite part of the movie was Edward's appearance in the school parking lot, the morning of Bella's birthday. The laughter exploded from me as the music rose and, in slow motion and in step with the beat, Edward Cullen strode toward Bella Swan. It was so 80's, I just lost it. My husband, swallowing his manly pride, looked up to see what was so hilarious and I backed it up so he could partake of the hilarity. We had a good laugh.
What was with the extreme close-up of the Jacob-the-wolf's eye with Bella's reflection? That was so throwback and sentimentally squishy, stomach churning and somewhat depressing. And the first wolf scene was just corny and yea....
I found myself wondering if Chris Weitz, the director, had started his career off in music videos, what with the increased artsiness of New Moon. And I have to give props, where props are due...the scene where Bella is seated at her computer and it cross dissolves and she's sitting on the couch...that was awesome and took a lot of planning and skill to execute so well. This praise also extends to the garage scene with Jacob. It was not only brilliant editing and directing but also writing. It was a great way to show the passage of time (much better than spinning around a rocking chair) and to show the building of Bella and Jacob's friendship.
But it was all almost lost on me when Bella dived from the cliff and she's sinking and there's Edward, it was very Beatles'ish and belonged in a music video, not this movie.
My favorite character.....toss up. Either Jacob (yes, I am a member of team Jacob...although I do appreciate Edward's morals, Edward's just so boring and he's a vampire!) or Charlie. I love Billy Burke's portrayal of Bella's father. Excellent! He always makes me laugh.
Overall, New Moon was certainly an improvement over Twilight. Everyone seems to have grown as actors, there was more emotion and suspense, better pacing...but a lot of that has to do with Meyer's increased skills as a writer. I can see why teen girls get all overheated watching it. But I must say, I am looking forward to watching the documentary on Forks. That looks infinitely more interesting than either New Moon or Twilight.

Past The Breaking Point

Page 453.
Hasn't it ended yet?
There comes a point when you just have to let go.
When you keep pushing your story eventually it comes to a place where it's just ludicrous and you're beyond your own abilities .
The baby has been born and I am ready to call it quits on the whole thing.
Seriously, Meyer, let it go!
Breaking Dawn is way past its breaking point.
I wasn't stunned or shocked by the big revelation. Like with most things in this book I just found myself rolling my eyes and doing the mental math to see how many more pages are left to suffer through.
There comes a point when your story begins to detract from your talent.
There are other books I could be reading!
But, let's see what other nonsense goes on.
Are we just writing for the sake of a good box office finale? That's what it feels like. Like Thomas Harris's "Hannibal." It read like a flippin' screenplay.
My apologies. It was necessary to vent.

Busting up with Breaking Dawn

I started reading Breaking Dawn this afternoon.

And found a slip that made my day.

On the morning of the wedding Bella gets up and makes her dad pancakes....two paragraphs later he stares angrily into his cereal bowl?

It was like gold.

I'm easily amused.

Beyond that...well that will wait until the end, won't it?

The Time Traveler's Wife

Maybe it was a bad night to pop it in.
I had been up since 4:30 am and spent nine hours driving, broken by three hours of camera set up and interview. All of which I found more enjoyable than the first ten minutes of The Time Traveler's Wife. It was like the decision which drove me to watch, instead of read, Twilight. It seemed like it would be less of a waste of time. The opening sequence, however, was so long and uninteresting that I knew if the rest of the movie was going to be like that, we would not be friends. And Eric Bana showed up and the dialogue started and I knew we wouldn't be friends. So I turned it off. Maybe I will let it play in the background and it can seep in around my boring movie spidey senses and we can work through our differences.
Maybe the book would be better.
I just can't abide poorly written dialogue, grates my nerves.
My real curiosity was to see if it was anything like Outlander, since it deals with a husband and wife and time travel.
I don't know.
Today will be given to the reading of Breaking Dawn, setting aside Rules of Vengeance again to read something with a wee bit more life in it.

The Other Remember Me

I am a proud Mac owner.
When I opened Safari this morning my thumbnail view afforded me a glimpse of a capture YouTube home page. "Remember Me" was all I saw.
If you have read this blog you know the author is a long time fan of Christopher Pike and the first book of his that I read was, "Remember Me." Rumors of a movie being made from this book have tickled my ears. So, I clicked on the YouTube thumbnail and voila! Except, it is not Christopher Pike's Remember Me, it is a whole new Remember Me. And guess what! Robert Pattinson is in it. The story looks intriguing (if you're a girl) and I am curious to see how Pattinson does in a post vampire movie.
Despite the trendiness of the movie and the trite storyline of Twilight I did notice that Pattinson has potential to be a great actor, if his own hype doesn't drown him.
It's doubtful that Remember Me is theater dollar worthy but I will put it in my Netfix queue.

The Next Twilight Saga? No.

Last night only afforded me enough energy to reread my favorite part of Viktor and Katherine's story. I've read it probably a dozen times and just love it. Is that arrogant? I don't know. I'm not reading it over and over thinking, "Oh I'm so good." It's just like when you read the favorite part of a book or watch a scene from a movie over and over again because of the emotion it brings up in you.

This is not that part. That part will be highly guarded. Ah but I love Viktor! (Who use to be William but had to change his name for ethnic purposes.)

Viktor and Katherine, a random sample:

“O you insufferable man!” She hollered, snatching the box. “Why does this amuse you? This is not amusing!”

With barely checked frustration she glared into his laughing eyes. This was all a game to him and he was playing with her, playing with the invalid. Was he that heartless? Did he like to tug the heartstrings of unfortunate girls just to watch their torment?

“Open it,” he ordered, laughter in his voice.

In response, she growled back, her fingers prying at the lid of the small velvet box, “As you wish. Gladly.” (c) Gwenn Wright 2010