Kept: Hot Stories, Hotter Settings

(ARC given by NetGalley)
Editor: Sorcha Black
Publishing House: WC Press
Publication:  March 2014 (ebook only)
Review by Lady Entropy

From the darkest parts of the underworld, to aliens hunting on Earth, to planets far away, each of these capture-themed novellas by six bestselling authors takes you on a wild ride that will heat up your fantasies and keep you up all night long…reading.


I have to admit, I requested this book more out of sense of boredom and “I haven’t read erotica in a while, let’s see what the kids are doing these days”. And boy, was I surprised.

I must state in advance that erotica is something I read every now and then, usually when some concept intrigues me (like T-red porn!). I’m not an expert, or even someone who can appreciate the finer points of the descriptions or collapse into a mass of wiggly desire.

But I was amazed by how huge the RANGE of stories (from sci-fi, to time travelling, to fantasy) was. And what amazed me even more was how complex the settings were. The authors seemed to be challenged to find all sorts of strange and unusual combinations (military and vampires! BBW and aliens! Time travelling, Domming and Scotsmen! Virgins, lesbians and succubus!) then came up with the most elaborate possible settings and worldbuild. Sure there was sex, and lots of it, but I found myself caring more the people and their world than their jolies.

This is what a well-written book (which is also erotica) looks like. I am actually quite glad I read it, even if erotica still isn’t my thing. Brainier readers who want more than just the quick fix of porn will love it.


Night Terrors: Women Who Kick Ass and the Clowns Who Help Them

(ARC copy given by NetGalley)
Author: Tim Waggoner
Publishing House: Angry Robot
350 pages
Publication:  27th May 2014
Book 1 of the Shadow Watch Series
Review by Lady Entropy

It’s Men In Black meets The Sandman.
Meet the fine men and women of the NightWatch: a supernatural agency dedicated to hunting down rogue nightmares that escape from other realms when people dream about them, while ensuring that other dream-folk are allowed to live among the regular, human population… as long as they play by the rules.

This book surprised me in so many ways: the setting was absolutely new, fresh and amazing (and finally someone came up with a setting for Urban Fantasy that isn’t yet another tired take on the typical Vampire\Werewolf Mafia rules over the city. I’ve been waiting for this since I discovered Charles Stross’s The Laundry Files, and now, finally, I have it!

Then, I discovered that the protagonist was female, even thought it was a man writing it. And honestly? He did it with respect and in no moment I felt she was a stereotype — she read as a normal (within limit), tired person with a hard job and suddenly dragged into a situation that was way above her paygrade.

It does take a page of the typical Urban Fantasy where the protagonist (and her co-star, the terrifying combat clown, who was a cross of the Dark Knight and the Animated Series Joker) are low-paid, hard-worked agents for the local supernatural law enforcement agency (in a twist of originality, they spend more time out of the human world, than in it, and humans and fully unaware of the strange things). But it’s spun in a creative, terrifying and original ways, as these agents have, quite literally, their “worst nightmare” as their trusty parters\weapons of mass destruction. I particularly enjoyed the many creative and different Nightmares that populated the dream world and the companion ones.

The plot was solid, frightening, and funny, and I definitely will check further instalments of this series. Recommended to anyone who likes Charles Stross, Urban Fantasy and is terrified of clowns.

Top ten books on Adeselna’s summer TBR list


Top Ten Tuesday is hosted by The Broke and the Bookish.

The Portuguese shelf

1. A filha do Barão (The baron’s daughter) by Célia Loureiro: Even though I’ve read it already as a beta, the manuscript was revised and edited and it was such a great novel that I need to re-read it again 🙂

2. Estou nua e agora? (I’m naked, now what?) by Francisco Salgueiro: Even though I never read anything by this author, the Publisher was kind to give me the e-book without me even asking (I love this type of kindness, especially if I’m ignored when I ask for an ebook that I really want to read);

3. Encontro em Itália (Encounter in Italy) & Inverno de Sombras (Winter of shadows) by L.C. Lavado: Both low fantasy Portuguese novels previously self-published by the author. The reviews have been very positive, so I guess that these two are a must read in the summer.

4. A chama ao vento (The flame in the wind) by Carla M. Soares: This ebook has been lying on my tablet for too long. Having read three books of this author, I know that this book is going to be awesome, although a bit darker than her others.
The “I’ve been waiting forever for you to read me”:

5. The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson: this poor novel was not well received in Portugal. The price eventually dropped to 2,90€ and I couldn’t resist.

6. Mildred Pierce by James M. Cain: The great depression! Just because I never grow tired of the twenties, plus my edition has Kate Winslet on the cover!

7. The bronze horseman by Paulinna Simons: Even though I have the Portuguese edition give the high prices I might give this book and buy the English version. Everyone has told me to read it so I guess I can’t delay it much more ^^

8. A matter of sin & Beautiful distraction by Jess Michaels: A girl needs her erotica! Also I am longing to read something new by Jess Michaels.

9. Mein zweites Leben by Christianne F.: Even though I started reading it two months ago, it is a book with some heavy content. I look forward to finish it this summer.

10. Wicked by Shannon Drake: this trilogy has been literally waiting forever for me to read it! I’ll take care of it this summer.

All these books are in paperback except for Jess Michaels and Carla M. Soares. Of course those books I already started reading (with the exception of Christianne F.) were not featured on the list because they’ll be read these weeks.

Blog Tour: Above the Noise by Michelle Kemper Brownlow [Bonus Scene+Giveaway]

Hey every one, despite the headaches and all I started reading this novel and I will be putting on the review tomorrow. Today here is a bonus scene to start the Blog tour 🙂 The giveaway is right in the end of the post so be patient ^^ Thanks to Book plug promotions


Becki Mowry’s journalism expertise keeps her busy as she spends her waking hours filling a calendar with gigs and public appearances for her boyfriend’s up and coming band, Alternate Tragedy. Radio interviews and TV spots result in sold out concerts and rowdy groupies hot for her guy; lead singer, Calon Ridge. But, as fame would have it, their time in the limelight also brings sabotage, rumors and false accusations. Becki and Calon try to stay steadfast on a personal journey that takes them to the depths of fear and uncertainty. And finally, the rug is pulled out from under the band when they must make a transition they never dreamed they’d be faced with.In this third book of the In Too Deep series, Becki and Calon struggle to find balance as they navigate their new relationship while living amid the rock world’s nocturnal chaos. But when life’s unexpected obstacles come out of nowhere, they focus on finding their own private solace Above the Noise.



Bonus scene


    My body burned with desire as I imagined her body pressed against mine. She was all I wanted. When her lips moved against mine in a sultry dance of tongue and flesh, all I could think about was being inside her. She exhaled my name against my mouth and raked her nails across my back — I needed to stop daydreaming because we were in public.
It was a thirty-three hour trip from Knoxville to Los Angeles and we’d decided to drive straight through. Spider drove and Manny and Bones switched off and on for shot gun. Becki and I had taken up residence in the back bench seat of Spider’s van. We were on our one of many stretch-your-legs-and-piss stops after hitting traffic heading into Bullhead City, Arizona. Apparently it was their annual River Regatta weekend and we could either sit in highway traffic or pull off into one of their shuttle parking lots and enjoy the festivities and finally grab some food that wasn’t drive-thru crap.
I leaned back against the picnic table I was told to save while everyone got their food. I sucked in a deep breath and took in the view. Becki stood in line at a lemonade stand not more than twenty feet from me. I watched the gentle breeze lift the very bottom of her short strapless sundress. I prayed for gale force winds but none came. Everything about her was gorgeous. From her long golden-brown hair that curled at the ends to her etched collarbones that drew my eyes down to her cleavage. I couldn’t keep my thoughts under control.
Becki and I kissed for the first time the night before we left Knoxville which was well over thirty hours ago and I was dying to kiss her again. But, I was told kissing in the van with the guys around would be in bad taste. So, it was definitely inappropriate for us to do what I wanted to do in the back seat of the van as we made our way west. I wasn’t sure my balls had ever been this shade of blue.
Baseball. Baseball. Baseball.
“Hey, handsome. You look so pensive. What’s going on inside that creative mind of yours?” I glanced up into the sun just as she blocked it with her beautiful face, then sat down on my lap. So much for distracting myself from how attracted I was to her. She wiggled her hips on my thigh, smiled, and seductively slid the straw between her lips.
Good lord.
“I was watching you and thinking about how—“ I wasn’t sure how I was going to finish that sentence when Bones interrupted my thoughts.
“Guys! Guys!” Bones was carrying a tray of food and barreling toward us at a pace that had me concerned he wouldn’t be able to stop. “Look! Gator-on-a-stick! There’s a stand over there by the main stage!” And with that, he tripped and everything on his tray spilled down the front of Becki and all over my legs.
Becki shrieked and shot off my lap. She stood, mouth agape, shaking her head and looking back and forth between the gristle and grease dripping down her chest and Bones.
“Uh, um. Becki. I’m so, so sorry.” He slowly slinked backwards, preparing to use the tray as a shield if he needed to. His eyes were as wide as saucers and his body turned away but he kept a close eye on her over his shoulder as though he was afraid for his life. “I’ll go get you some napkins. Shit. I’m so sorry.” And then he ran. Fast.
The next ten minutes was a flurry of napkins, bottled water and a lot of swearing. Becki was beautiful but she had a mouth like a sailor if you doused her in meat juice. But whether he was holding fresh napkins or bottles of water, every time Bones inched toward her, she’d scream obscenities and he’d slink back toward the picnic table.
“I have to shower. I can’t breathe. Every time I breathe, I smell dead things.” She turned her head and tried to sneak a breath or two that didn’t smell like gator.
“Becki, we are at a festival and our home is a van until we get to LA. You can’t shower.” Spider tried very hard to hold in his laughter so as not to get on Becki’s bad side…ya know, the side Bones was on.
“I don’t care if I have to strip down in the rest room and climb into the sink. I need to get this shit off me! I smell like MEAT!” She stomped a couple times, stuck out her bottom lip and looked up at me with her hands fisted at her sides. She was adorable.
“I have an idea.” I took her by the hand, told the guys to find something she could use as a towel and then head to the place I pointed out when we pulled down the long lane to the lake. Becki grumbled and cursed the whole way. I was sure she was casting spells on Bones.
“Calon, where are we going? There could be snakes in these tall weeds.” She looked around nervously.
“Relax. I’ll protect you.” I said it all goofy-like hoping to see her smile. It worked.
“If you can protect me and find a way to get this sticky stench off me, you will be rewarded generously.” She winked and raised one eyebrow.
“Your bath awaits.” I pushed aside the thin branches of some brush and opened up a space for her to see a deep pool of water hidden within a small grove of trees.
She bounced up and down and clapped then looked around to see if anyone had spied us. She kissed me on the cheek and gripped me by the shoulders. She turned my back to the trees.
“You can’t look.” She grabbed my forearm and pulled it out perpendicular to my body. “Keep your arm like this to hold my clothes. If they hit the ground, I’ll kill you.”
“Got it.” I smiled and rolled my eyes. She hung the strap of her sandals over my fingers. I shook my head. She was about to get naked and she was expecting me not to look. I wanted to be respectable. I wanted her to be able to trust me this much but I so wanted to see what was beneath that sweet little sundress.
“Your generous reward is void should you steal a glance.” Her voice was sultry. She stood behind me and pressed her body into my back. “Promise me you won’t look.”
“I promise.” I was surprised by her adamant request because the Becki I’d been accustomed to seemed brazen and daring. But over the last couple days, something had changed between us and she was more private and even a little shy which was incredibly sexy.
“Thanks.” She laid something across my arm. I heard her take a couple steps and then there was a splash. She giggled and squealed at the cool temperature of her own little hidden oasis.
When I looked down and saw her tiny little sundress hanging over my arm goosebumps raised all over my body. And that’s when it hit me. I was only holding shoes and a dress. Nothing. Else. Holy Hell, she was going commando under that short dress. I closed my eyes and talked myself into remaining honorable and not peeking. I took a couple deep breaths but kept my eyes closed as a means to help with my resolve. I lost track of time as I stood and listened to her quiet moans and splashes as she cooled off and scrubbed away the stench of what Bones spilled on her.
“Oh shit, Cal.” Bones spoke slowly.
My eyes flew open and caught Bones gawking. My hands shot out in front of me and made contact with his chest and he and Becki’s dress and shoes hit the ground.
“CALON! Did you just let my dress touch the ground?!”
“You did NOT just sneak a peek at Becki naked!” I glared at him as he stood back up and brushed the dirt from his ass. I was ready to throttle him for the first time in our lengthy friendship.
“Shit, Cal! No! I didn’t get to see her knockers… but they did!”
I heard movement in the water and a gasp that came from what sounded like multiple people, not just one Becki. I turned and saw a bunch of shirtless guys standing on a berm just beyond the deep pool Becki had been bathing in. I yelled her name so she would be aware of her onlookers as well.
“CALON! You promised! BONES!” Becki’s voice was shrill and her annoyance was palpable. She only saw me and Bones but not her peeping Toms.
“Becki! I didn’t peek! I swear!” I tipped my head back so she could see I was diverting my gaze. I really didn’t see anything. I didn’t have time to. I was stunned by the number of guys silently gawking, my eyes hadn’t left their shit-eating grins.
“Oh, he looked Becks. He looked you all up and down. I saw it with my own eyes.” Bones nodded.
“I did not! Come on, man!” I turned back around so Becki didn’t think I was trying to steal a wayward glance.
Bones chuckled and took off running toward the guys staring at Becki. “Hey! Get outta here you assholes! This isn’t a peep show! This was a private viewing! Go! Git! Go get your own naked girl. This one’s ours!”
“Bones! Man, she’s gonna kill you.” I squeezed my eyes closed. I was trying my damnedest to keep my word. But it was so difficult knowing she was naked and wet right behind me. Dripping. Wet.
“No, you’re gonna kill me.” I wasn’t sure what Bones meant by that but I didn’t even have time to question him. His hands hit my chest and I was falling backwards. My back hit the water with a loud slap and I quickly sucked in a deep breath before I went under. I flailed a little, got my feet under me and stood, all the while keeping my eyes closed like a perfect gentleman.
“Funny, Bones. Nice one.” I waited for a comeback. Bones always had a comeback.
“Becks?” I spun slowly and tried to get a feel for where she was.
I peeked out of one eye and found myself alone in the little pool of water. I scrambled to the bank and pulled myself up with the exposed roots of the trees that had parted for our entrance to what was a private little hideaway. Bones and a fully-clothed Becki were headed back to the festivities. He carried a towel and her soiled dress.
“HEY! Wait! Bones! Did you see her naked?” I shook the water from my hair and wrung out my t-shirt. “Becki! How did you get your clothes without him seeing you? Wait! Guys! Wait up!”
“Now, who’s the gentleman, Cal? Huh? Looks like you might have some competition. Looks like your girl may be diggin’ some Bones.” Bones threw his arm in the air and flipped me the bird. He chortled and dropped his arm across Becki’s shoulders.
Becki turned to me, flashed me a smile that stole my breath. She winked, blew me a kiss, but kept walking.
Michelle Kemper Brownlow has been a storyteller her entire life. Her debut was on the high school cheerleading bus granting requests to re-tell her most embarrassing moments for a gaggle of hysterical squadmates.
Earning her Bachelor’s degree from Penn State University in Art Education and then marrying her very own “Jake,” she moved to Binghamton, NY where she taught high school. After having two children she quit work and finished her Master’s degree in Elementary Education at Binghamton University.The Brownlow family of four moved to Michelle’s hometown of Morgantown, PA while the children were still quite young. A few years after moving, her family grew by one when they welcomed a baby into their home through the gift of adoption. The family still resides in PA, just miles from where that high school cheer bus was parked.

Michelle has been an artist for as long as she can remember, always choosing pencils and crayons over toys and puzzles. As a freelance illustrator, her simple characters play the starring roles in numerous emergent reader books published by Reading Reading Books.

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True (True Believers #1)

(True Believers #1)
Erin McCarthy
ebook, 222 pages
Published May 7th 2013 by Penguin Group
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ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review and approved by Penguin

As soon as I’ve realised this was a New Adult book, I kind of waited a long while to start reading it as I thought that all NA books are starting to sound the same: same plot/same characters. It was a relief when I started reading True and somehow it did not felt like the others. I actually regretted that I haven’t read it sooner. But no use to cry over spilled milk! I own McCarthy an apology for doubting that her book would be amazing: it was.

True is a character-driven novel, the characters lead the plot and it all goes from what they do, the decisions they make. Rory is a lovely female character: she is shy, intelligent and while she never had a boyfriend, she believes that one day someone will notice her. She comes from a middle-class world where difficulties are scarce. You can say that she is a little protected from the real world but she is in no way childish or innocent.

Tyler on the other hand, makes a grand appearance: there is no better way to present your male character than with a rape scene. Rory almost gets raped by a friend of a friend and Tyler appears in the scene and “rescues” her. While Tyler is a sex-buddy of Rory’s friend, they break apart and Tyler starts to get closer to Rory. He says that she is genuine – I agree. Maybe we enjoy Rory so much because she is a simple creature – she wants to be loved and Tyler gives her that chance, to feel loved. She struggles inside her about her virginity and whether Tyler is good enough for her. She starts as a shy college girl and ends as a brave and caring woman. By making her own choices Rory will shows us that relationship can makes us fearless to struggle for those we love.

Tyler is a lot more complicated than Rory. He has a certain bad boy look at the beginning, but as soon as Rory starts getting to know him, he feels real. Having a drug addicted mother, he has to work (and not focus on his studies) and protect his brothers from her. McCarthy portrays the characters as human and gives them an aura of honesty that we don’t get in other NA novels. Tyler problems are real; they actually exist and Rory could be one of us.

Dare I say it that True was my favourite New Adult read so far? Well, yes indeed, I do. By exploring the themes of sex, family and even self-esteem (as Tyler believes Rory is too good for him and Rory believes Tyler is too hot for her), the first novel establishes a level of quality that is rare in other stories. Instead of presenting us with lots of sex scenes, McCarthy prefers to focus on the struggles and fears of her characters. And for that we say: thank you for giving us a great novel!

Crossing the line: I’ve been waiting for you all my life *.*

20416706Crossing the Line
Megan Hart
80 pages
Expected publication: June 17th 2014 by Cosmo Red Hot Reads from Harlequin
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ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review
❤ you Harlequin for approving my request


*sigh* I have reached the conclusion that Megan Hart will never disappoint me! It is physically and psychological impossible for this author to let me down. Even when she explores themes that I thought were saturated in our literary market, she finds a way to approach it a new way.

First of all let’s give Hart a great applause for not making the male protagonist an arrogant cocky son of a bitch! YES! Finally in the world of BDSM finally someone decides that a male: a) can be a sub; b) he can be hot and like to be in control without being a maniac/stalker; and c) women can have the power!
And I’m not saying this because I am a feminist, however it felt so good to finally have a woman in control.
“No,” she said. “I told you, I’m going to kiss you.” (p.47)

Can this be true? A woman kissing a man? A woman taking the lead? My God, burry me now and send me to Heaven because I don’t want to read another BDSM book!
Caite is a strong and determined woman who also happens to be a… well let’s not bother with names because:

“Dominate,” Jamison coughed on the word, his cock losing some of its thickness with the word.
“Some things,” Caties said quietly, “don’t need to be named to enjoy them.” (p.78)

So clearly she likes to be in control inside the bedroom while Jamison, being her boss, likes to subdue inside the bedroom but be in control regarding business. The fact that they don’t bother with names makes this so much better.

For once there is a book about BDSM that does not list rules or is more of a fictional guide do the word of bondage. For once the characters do what they want because they enjoy it and want to pleasure each other (even if it’s in a very kinky way). Jamison clearly states that he cares about Caite and Caite keeps showing that she wants what’s for Jamison’s best. There ya go, a healthy relationship with some bondage where none of the part is weak, manipulative, “stalkery”.. etcery? If only erotica writers would take a look at Megan Hart’s book, I would die a very happy redhead woman.

Let’s stop fan-girling and get to the point:
Crossing the lines is THE bondage book that I’ve been waiting for! It’s an amazing erotica experience where both characters show their fears and still remain loyal to their identities and beliefs. While the theme of bondage is explored, Hart chooses to show the reader that a woman can make choices, take control (without going too far) and men can enjoy being subdued and still remain “manly”. After all, bondage is about pleasure and in the world of BDSM there are no pre-defined roles. Megan Hart teaches us a great lesson: explore your sexual desires and that you can cross the line.

A culpa é das estrelas

A Culpa é das Estrelas
John Green
256 páginas
Edições ASA

Bem só demorei um ano até pegar no livro…
Num artigo recente foi dito que os adultos que gostavam de ler livros Young Adult deviam de ter vergonha por estes livros não serem para um público mais adulto. No entanto, livros como Hunger Games e The Fault in our stars conseguem transbordar a etiqueta de Young Adult e tratar de temas que são universais e intemporais.

O tema da efemeridade da vida e o quão frágil o ser humano pode ser não é algo que confronte os jovens de hoje em dia quase semi-despreocupados. Ser jovem é ter o mundo com os braços abertos à espera que os sonhos se realizem e raramente pensam que algo mais pode acontecer. A culpa é das estrelas ainda que tenha um toque bastante leve e bem-humorado no início, passa a mensagem que um dia todos desaparecemos (uns mais cedo que outros) e que podemos fazer algo de importante com as nossas vidas de forma a não cairmos no esquecimento.

Aparte das personagens e da plot em si, o que fica de A culpa é das estrelas são as diversas mensagens e lições para os adolescentes reflectirem. Se pensarmos bem, é um bocado chocante lidar com a morte tão cedo, mas apesar de tudo a vida é mesmo assim e a idade da inocência encontra-se cada vez mais esbatida ao ponto de adolescentes serem chamados jovens adultos (talvez um retorno da ideia pré-vitoriana que as crianças não eram mais que adultos em ponto pequeno).

A culpa é das estrelas é um livro que transmite emoção, sentimentos fortes e talvez seja o primeiro contacto de alguns adolescentes com os temas acima referidos, o que resultará em lágrimas, sentimentos de revolta por o mundo ser, na verdade, um lugar cruel e injusto.


Apesar do milagre da medicina que fez diminuir o tumor que a atacara há alguns anos, Hazel nunca tinha conhecido outra situação que não a de doente terminal, sendo o capítulo final da sua vida parte integrante do seu diagnóstico. Mas com a chegada repentina ao Grupo de Apoio dos Miúdos com Cancro de uma atraente reviravolta de seu nome Augustus Waters, a história de Hazel vê-se agora prestes a ser completamente rescrita. PERSPICAZ, ARROJADO, IRREVERENTE E CRU, A Culpa é das Estrelas é a obra mais ambiciosa e comovente que o premiado autor John Green nos apresentou até hoje, explorando de maneira brilhante a aventura divertida, empolgante e trágica que é estar-se vivo e apaixonado.

John Green é autor de vários bestsellers do New York Times, e de entre os muitos prémios que recebeu destacam-se o Printz Medal, um Printz Honor e o Edgar Award. Foi por duas vezes finalista do LA Times Book Prize.

Mr. X by Clarissa Wild cover reveal + giveaway link


Title: Mr. X
Author: Clarissa Wild
Publication Date: July 2014
Genre: Dark Romance (18+)


** Author Note: This is not your avarage romance. Some people will kill for love. **

He’s come to kill me.
I’m a user and abuser of my own body. In the darkest hour I sold my soul to the devil and now I must pay the price. With his gun to my head I have no choice but to listen and obey, but I refuse to go down easily. Nothing is stronger than the will to survive. My instincts kicked into full gear the second he stepped into my motel room.
Except when I look at him I see my own heart staring back at me. A history tainted by blood.
I don’t know his name, but I know he wants me. To save myself I’ll sacrifice my sanity. My body. My soul. Something tells me the x-shaped scar that marks his eye is the only escape I have. He is Mr. X; the man who comes to claim my life. Can I save myself before he demands my heart?WARNING: This book contains very disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language, drugs and alcohol, and graphic violence, which might be considered triggers.


Clarissa Wild is the Amazon Bestselling Romance author of FIERCE, a top
200 and top 15 New Adult Romance novel. She is also a writer of erotic
romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, the
Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and
writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves
include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In
her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of
books and cooking her favorite meals.

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O livro perfeito para os portugueses

Hoje saiu a entrevista do autor João Barreiros relativo ao Projecto Adamastor, onde se fala de clássicos e onde o autor diz e cito: Ninguém lê. Ninguém lê por gosto.
Achei a citação curiosa porque pelo que tenho visto ultimamente a literatura tem sido consumida por aqueles que GOSTAM de ler. Eu gosto de ler erótica (bastante), gosto de ler romances, gosto de ler fantasia, gosto de ler um bom livro de terror e gosto de ler um bom livro de ficção científica. No entanto quando li a frase lembrei-me que há dias a blogger Pipoca mais Doce teve a infelicidade de criar um post onde dizia que a autora Sylvia Day era uma espécie de E. L. James porque vendia livros como quem vende pães. Se essa é a definição da nova L. James, o Samarago com as edições da Porto Editora certamente destronará a Sylvia Day rapidamente. Continue reading

A May bride

18626241A May bride
(A Year of Weddings 1 #6)
Meg Moseley
124 pages
Published April 22nd 2014 by Zondervan

ARC provided from the publisher via Netgalley for an honest review

She’s prepared for her wedding all her life … but she forgot a few things.

This novella is not really a romantic, I think that the series have started to focus more on religion/God than the romance itself, which is a shame because the authors have forgotten to develop the relationships and feelings.
In a May Bride, Moseley focused on the theme of religious extremist that can lead to sorrow and bitterness and tear a family apart. Continue reading