Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Image by Scott Ableman via Flickr Yesterday night at 11.30 I jumped out from the bed at the sound of the siren/air strike alarm or whatever you call it. My husband grabbed our daughter and we rushed outside the apartment, on the stairs. We don't have a safe room, we live on the 6th floor so the ground shelter wasn't an option, so we had to settle for the stairs. And believe me, it doesn't matter if it is in the middle of the night or that you are barefoot and in pijamas, you just do it. Two years ago a missile fell on the a building a few blocks away and it shook all the neighbourhood and left me with a life-time fear of sirens. The people that lived there where spared because they got out from their apartment....otherwise, they would all be dead.
Maya was half asleep and kept asking: "What is happening, mama ?" ("mama" is "mother" in Romanian). I tried to reassure her repeating like a parrot "Everything is fine, baby" while shaking like a leaf. Two years ago when such alarms surprised us at the green grocer's or in the street I used to tell her we were playing a game of hide and seek. Once, we were in the car and in such situations you have to get out of the car and lay on the pavement. I used to cover her with my body and pray hard to God to protect us... But at 11.30 at night? "Are you crazy, mama?" she would've asked me laughing. At night children sleep safely in their beds, chasing butterflies or flying with Buzz Lightyear in their dreams...
After we returned in our home she wouldn't settle to sleep, kept saying that she is cold and afraid...I understood her because I felt the same way...
Not anymore, please God!
I don't want the nightmare repeating itself, not another war.
I want my baby to grow up NOT knowing what an alarm is, not crying when she hears its piercing sound. I don't want to hear war air crafts flying over my head and I want my son home, not at the base, night after night...
But the world around us thinks otherwise and this madness that enveloped the Arab countries has seeped into my life as well. I am afraid for what the future holds and I tremble for my children.
So, you tell me please, what does a mother tell to her children when the alarm sounds in the middle of the night?
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
"A richly inventive novel about a centuries-old vampire, a spellbound witch, and the mysterious manuscript that draws them together.
Deep in the stacks of Oxford's Bodleian Library, young scholar Diana Bishop unwittingly calls up a bewitched alchemical manuscript in the course of her research. Descended from an old and distinguished line of witches, Diana wants nothing to do with sorcery; so after a furtive glance and a few notes, she banishes the book to the stacks. But her discovery sets a fantastical underworld stirring, and a horde of daemons, witches, and vampires soon descends upon the library. Diana has stumbled upon a coveted treasure lost for centuries-and she is the only creature who can break its spell.
Debut novelist Deborah Harkness has crafted a mesmerizing and addictive read, equal parts history and magic, romance and suspense. Diana is a bold heroine who meets her equal in vampire geneticist Matthew Clairmont, and gradually warms up to him as their alliance deepens into an intimacy that violates age-old taboos. This smart, sophisticated story harks back to the novels of Anne Rice, but it is as contemporary and sensual as the Twilight series-with an extra serving of historical realism.
I hope I awakened your curiosity and you'll read the book. I am sure you'll enjoy it as much as I did.
Speaking of vampires, I started reading Lynsay Sand's Argeneau Vampires series...I think I read the first four or five books. The first and second book were OK, then they got boring and I hope they'll get better because I think there are fifteen books in the series and I intend to read them all (call me stubborn, but I do like a challenge).
Now, I am not sure where does the theme of fallen angels belong...I am not sure it is 100% gothic, but it has the supernatural element, the prophecy...Anyhow, I read "Raziel" by Kristina Douglas and loved it. As always, I went to goodreads and brought this back for you:
Kristina Douglas’s sexy new series introduces a realm of fallen angels and ruthless demons, where an eternal rebellion is brewing . . . and one unsuspecting woman can change the fate of the Fallen forever.
She was just an ordinary mortal . . .
“You’re dead” is so not what Allie Watson wants to hear. Unfortunately, it explains a lot. Like the dark, angelically handsome man who ferried her to this strange, hidden land. The last thing she remembers is stepping off a curb in front of a crosstown bus. Now she’s surrounded by gorgeous fallen angels with an unsettling taste for blood—and they really don’t want her around. Not exactly how she pictured heaven.
. . . until death catapulted her into a seductive world she never imagined.
Raziel is unsure why he rescued Allie from hellfire against Uriel’s orders, but she stirs in him a longing he hasn't felt in centuries. Now the Fallen are bracing for the divine wrath brought by his disobedience, and they blame Allie for the ferocious Nephilim clawing at the kingdom’s shrouded gates. Facing impossible odds at every turn, the two must work together to survive. Raziel will do anything to defend his spirited lover against the forces of darkness—because Allie may be the Fallen’s only salvation.
I almost forgot...I read also Patricia Brigg's new novel in her Mercy Thompson series, "River Marked". Briggs is always a pleasant lecture and she is one of my favourite authors.
"An evil is stirring in the depths of the Columbia River—one that her father’s people may know something about. And to have any hope of surviving, Mercy and her mate, the Alpha werewolf Adam, will need their help".(goodreads).
These were the books I liked. Unfortunately, I didn't like Jeaniene's Frost "This Side of the Grave" but I enjoyed "Eternal Kiss of Darkness" that is the second novel in her "Night Huntress World" series. Well, you win some...
As you may observe, I was pretty busy reading...What can I say? It is my escape from reality, a place where I fell good.
I hope you'll try some of the books I talked about...
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Firstly, in the end almost all of the people on the show ended in gray, leopard prints and brown (one exception, a green, horible dress). No color, not at all. The clothes were absolutely hideous! Almost all of them looked better before the makeover and not after. They took the sweet 17 yo girl and transformed her into a bad copy of Rhianna. The lady that looked good in turqouise and dressed her in some sort of animal print dress that showed up her not so nice legs. The guy, Dror tried to explain Trinny that he won't be able to wear a coat/jacket in a month because it will be to hot...
And the dialogues...
The Goth single mum, the one that before the makeover wore only black, coming out from the dressing room:
"I feel so exposed without my black..."
Trinny: "Darling, you are wearing gray..."
All in all, it was embarassing...The hugs and tears and psychological counseling attemps, it all had the stamp of artificiality. There was this one lady who kept saying she dresses the way she does because she wanted to hide away her beauty...That since she was a kid, blah, blah...oh, come on, really? She wasn't even that beautiful. A pretty face, to say the most.
Now, I don't know who's to blame. Maybe there are no nice clothes in Israeli shops, maybe the Israeli stylists that helped T&S are bad, but I hope the next episode gets better. Otherwise, I will think that Trinny and Sussanah have lost their touch...
Friday, March 18, 2011
But, who cares? She had fun and that's the most important thing!
My heart sings when I look at her!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Life goes on, no matter what...And anyway, compared to apocalyptic disasters like the one in Japan, my trials and tribulations seem so small and petty...
I strive to make a difference, somehow, to do something important. And the only thing I know to do is to write.
Life is overwhelming sometimes but maybe that's the secret.
So much beauty to watch as life mysteries unfold, so much pain to endure, so many tears to shed and so many smiles to share...
So much sweetness and so many bitter thoughts.
So many shattered hopes and so many dreams to fulfill.
I want it all and I won't complain.
To witness and to write about it, what more could I ask?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
These having been said I must point out that this blog offered me the oportunity to say something and to be heard. I met people through it and it helped me cope during the awful period last year when we didn't know it there was something wrong with Maya's brain. It helped me, full stop. It its virtual world I was a virtual citizen.
But I guess the honeymoon is over. I guess I am to depressing for the reader's taste. Lonely, sad, confused. I think people had enough of me... Maybe it is the time to call it a day...I don't know what to do...It pains me to see that besides my good friend Hevel nobody comments any more. I know, I konw, there is not much to comment about. But that was a reaction to the lack of audience, I felt forgotten and put aside, so I reacted accordingly...
I still cling to my blog and maybe I could do it just for myself, no expectations, no high hopes.
I read all the articles that tell about how to increase your blog readership, how to write awesome blog posts, how to...this and that. But that is not me, not who I am. And what's the point of writing a blog if it doesn't reflect yourself...
There it is. I said it all All my recent fears and dissapointments. You know, I think it is posible one can be dissapointed by the audience, not only the other way around. Maybe I wasn't a good blogger because my readers where good, either. Why blame always the doer, the giver? O.K., that's enough. I don't want to offend anyone, but if somebody wasn't pleased with my production, why on earth didn't they say it out loud?
I'll let you know. Or not.
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Happy aniversary Shell!
Keep up the fantastic job you're doing and thank you for the oportunity to pour my heart out whenever I felt the need to...
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
And this time it was really true...
We were sick. Again...it never happened in our household, so much sickness. I mean, my husband has pneumonia, I've got tonsilitis and Maya has a sore throat and is coughing...On top of that, I have some serious problems with my teeth, problems that translate themselves into pain. As in A LOT OF PAIN. The doctor said I cannot take care of the teeth problem until my infection clears up (throat and teeth, as well) so I have to suffer quietly for now...Believe me, I am no stranger to pain and I bear it well, but this time...oh boy, my teeth hurt so badly even after painkillers that I cried. Me, a grown up woman that gave birth to two children, cried...
I am taking antibiotics, of course and I feel like s**t most of the time, and I also have to take care of Maya and my husband (he was in a bad shape also). And there is food to be cooked (well, we mainly eat sandwiches these days), laundry to be done. The house is a pigsty again, but I couldn't be bothered, no way... I sleep when not in pain after being knocked down by the painkillers, I cannot concentrate to read or write...I forgot what writing my book means...
So, you see, that is the reason it has been so quiet in here. But, with God's help (and the antibiotics, and the dentist) I'll be right as rain in no time...