In Love with the Brotherhood

A long time ago, it became obvious that I was missing out on something big. Several of my friends had read, fallen in love with and talked about obsessively a series of books called “The Black Dagger Brotherhood” by J. R. Ward.

BDB fan art from Blaubeerstrauch90 (at DeviantArt).

I am admittedly late to the game on most of the big book series (Confession: I didn’t even read Twilight until after I saw the first movie), but I am obsessive once I start a series. When I’m in a good book(s), I will read in the morning over the toaster, I will read in the car in the daycare parking lot, I will read at my desk at work, I will read making dinner and I will read late into the night. I will immerse myself in that world so completely that I will neglect the real one. This is a difficult side effect to cope with having 2 young children. I have to pace myself. Good books have to be spaced out with downtime in between. This lessens the guilt I feel when I’m so often “away” in book land.

I am currently on an extended hiatus from the Black Dagger Brotherhood series, as I devoured 8 books straight from October through Christmas. I was so wholly immersed in this world of vampires, lessors, chosen and sympaths that I barely remember the month of November.

I have 3 more books to go and then there is going to be a new one this spring. These books are the best of guilty pleasure entertaining fun. This book series is pure pulp vampire sex, but there is a unique enough world, and the boys are just tattooed and bad enough, to keep you hooked.

I can’t wait to dive back in with the next book, but I’m pacing myself. Giving myself time until I’m really “needing” the brotherhood back real bad. I have a feeling, it will be very soon.

5 Ways You Know Your Friend is Addicted to the Black Dagger Brotherhood:

  1. She’s constantly talking about people named Wrath, Zsadist, Rhevenge and Xhex.
  2. She asks you “What’s doing?” or “You feel me?” when she never did before.
  3. She is always asking you to help her talk her partner into wearing leathers and shit kickers (aka leather pants and boots).
  4. She wishers her partner would wear leathers and shit kickers.
  5. She successfully forces ever other avid reader she knows who is not reading the series to read the series. Like now. Do. It. Now.

The Tree That Makes Me Cry

I can’t read The Giving Tree. It makes me cry.

In fact, I begin crying at the very beginning, about 3 pages in, just because I know what’s coming. The happiness in the beginning is bittersweet and I can’t bear it.

My 4-year-old son knows this.

But he wants me to read the book anyway.


Is it because he really does like the book and wants it in his bedtime story rotation? Is it a chance to mess with Momma a little bit? Or, is he confused by my crying, and is trying to figure out in his 4-year-old brain what it is about this story that makes Momma cry?

I’m pretty sure it’s all of that.

Most of the time, I refuse to read the book and distract him with another. Two nights ago, he really wanted me to read it and acknowledged that I would cry. So, I read it and, I cried. He showed great empathy toward me, constantly wiping my tears, but also urging me to continue reading. I really do think he is trying to piece it all together. And I didn’t use that moment to teach him any lessons either. I felt like the message of the story, coupled with my obvious feelings toward it, gave him enough to think about without trying to shape it all into a message. I did thank him for wiping my tears and we had a few laughs when I got too choked up and had to pause for a moment.

I don’t know if that was the right thing to do or not. In these moments you have to go with your instincts, and I did.

But hey, in searching for an image of the The Giving Tree book cover, I found this:

Which made me laugh and laugh! Maybe thinking of this will help me not be so dang tender-hearted and I can get through the story next time. And if that doesn’t work…..there’s always this:

Ryan Gosling has The Giving Tree tattooed on his arm. Hey girl….why are you crying?

50 Shades of Stalled

It happens every time. I devour the first book and immediately start on the second. About 1/3 of the way in, I slow down my pace. At 2/3 of the way in, I realize that I haven’t even picked the book up in 3 days and the thought of sitting down to read it fills me with dread. Happens every time.

I have the stalled-on-the-second-book-in-the-trilogy-blues!

How to get motivated again? To tell myself that I always like the second book better (yes, even New Moon was my fav of that bunch) and that perhaps I’m stalling so that I can drag it out and delay getting to the end? Perhaps. I won’t believe myself, but it sounds good.

The second book. More love and laters babies.

I will say one thing. My nasty habit of reading the last few pages has screwed me on this particular book. If you’ve read it, you know why. I wish I hadn’t. Like Sheldon Cooper said, “…….my mind is going into it pre-blown, and once a mind is *pre*-blown, it cannot be *re*-blown.” Touché Sheldon Cooper. Touché.