Guess what I’ve got between my greedy paws? Cleopatra’s Daughter by Michelle Moran! It’s mine! It belongs to the library but it’s mine for three weeks sucka! Stand back as I bounce in my seat from the excitement. If Moran’s third book is as DRAMA filled as Nefertiti and The Heretic Queen, I’m one vodka shot away from busting out the Russian step dance. I am a beautiful sight. I am also a wonderful dancer. I have BLINDED many an unsuspecting spectator with my maneuvers. Invite me to your party. I will make your eyeballs explode with the wonder that is I, the real Lord of the Dance!
But I digress. Michelle Moran, Goddess of the Book! Her novels are exactly the kind of melodrama I live for: backstabbing, intrigue, catfights, psycho Pharaohs, people SPEARING other people. I love that stuff. It’s like reading The Tudors or Melrose Place in Egypt.