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botiasReading Material: War for the Oaks by Emma Bull
This book started out quite cool, and a has settled in for the duration at pleasantly cool. Women's fiction, it's all really the same. This one's got the classic 'tiger for a lap dog' theme so far. How handy if she should ever decide she wants to act out her fantasies about being attacked by a German Shepard (sexually). I guess that's a fantasy shared by most people of either sex. Not the dog thing... being the focus of extra attractive members of the opposite sex. In men's fiction the dangerous (lithe like a dancer... Eeee!) woman (or two) uses the protagonist for hot monkey sex before ditching him (exhausted, with a touch of pleasant melancholy) at the end of the book. Or perhaps she betrays her black catsuit and falls in love, the mark of death. Either way, she generally departs without engaging in any awkward relationship gab. In women's fiction, the protagonist generally has a fling with the bad boy before riding the hero off into the sunset. In 'pure romance', sadly, this is not allowed. Sex is permitted with the hero only, during the course of the work, but her stable of contenders may ply her with hot kisses and a bit of a fondle before abandoning the field.
Perhaps that is the key to good and successful fiction. It takes imagination and skill to give our basic fantasies believable, even novel, flesh and a bit of dignity.
I am relieved. We have a rental, excruciating mouth pain is gone (love those salt water rinses Mmmmm!)
This book started out quite cool, and a has settled in for the duration at pleasantly cool. Women's fiction, it's all really the same. This one's got the classic 'tiger for a lap dog' theme so far. How handy if she should ever decide she wants to act out her fantasies about being attacked by a German Shepard (sexually). I guess that's a fantasy shared by most people of either sex. Not the dog thing... being the focus of extra attractive members of the opposite sex. In men's fiction the dangerous (lithe like a dancer... Eeee!) woman (or two) uses the protagonist for hot monkey sex before ditching him (exhausted, with a touch of pleasant melancholy) at the end of the book. Or perhaps she betrays her black catsuit and falls in love, the mark of death. Either way, she generally departs without engaging in any awkward relationship gab. In women's fiction, the protagonist generally has a fling with the bad boy before riding the hero off into the sunset. In 'pure romance', sadly, this is not allowed. Sex is permitted with the hero only, during the course of the work, but her stable of contenders may ply her with hot kisses and a bit of a fondle before abandoning the field.
Perhaps that is the key to good and successful fiction. It takes imagination and skill to give our basic fantasies believable, even novel, flesh and a bit of dignity.
I am relieved. We have a rental, excruciating mouth pain is gone (love those salt water rinses Mmmmm!)
