1. Going Solo by Roald Dahl
2. Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause
3. The Countess Below Stairs by Eva Ibbotson
Considering that I’ve still got to plow through last week’s Library Finds—I’m currently reading The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray and I’ve still got to begin Uglies by Scott Westerfeld before its due date—I have a feeling these new books will be sitting on the back burner for quite awhile before I get to them. This makes me wonder? Why do I keep checking out a weekly stack of new library books when I’ve still got a stack left over from last week? I’m a greedy, gluttonous book hoarder, that’s why. I also like to show off new titles on my blog.
Prior to reading this book review on Things Mean A Lot, I wasn’t aware Roald Dahl had written a second memoir besides Boy. I loved Boy so picking up Going Solo is a given. Besides, have I ever been disappointed by anything issuing from Roald Dahl’s pen? No, never! Going Solo is already a sure thing in my mind. I hope I don’t speak too soon.
Ever since I saw that pristine copy of Blood and Chocolate sitting pretty on my 10th grade English teacher’s bookshelf, I’ve been itching to read it. But other books, high school melodrama, and a sticky finger T.A. who “borrowed” the classroom’s one and only copy before I could get to it, got in my way. Eight years later, I finally get to read this book! Victory is mine!
As for The Countess Below Stairs, I read the back cover blurb about a Russian Princess forced to flee her homeland during the Russian Revolution and disguise herself as an English parlor maid, only to incur the interest of her dashing employer, Count Hottie (not his real name or title). The scandal! Fear of the commies makes it impossible for her to reveal her true identity, but love of her sexy master leaves her with no choice. What’s a dethroned czarina to do?
I love these royalty in disguise romances! Though it should be noted, I found this book in the YA section, so there will be no bodice ripping if that is what you’re thinking. This story reminds me of my all-time favorite non-Disney movie, Anastasia. And isn’t scavenging the ends of the earth in search of stories that reminds me of other stories what I do best? I’ll let my fellow hopeless romantics know if this book is any good. Maybe we can all swoon together…