We dragged our sorry selves into Walmart this evening. We were after fleece-lined jeans, but of course theyâ€™ve already put out the bathing suits. Considering weâ€™re just emerging from some lovely -25 wind chills, itâ€™s not really thong weather around here.
No trip to Walmart is complete without a trip down the
Leigh Greenwood shrine book aisle. Of course the new SSEs were out, which frustrated me to no end as I thought Iâ€™d jump the gun and order straight from eHQ. Since I got sucked into the free shipping gig, theyâ€™re coming by Tortoise Express. Not buying Karenâ€™s new release, My Prodigal Valentine almost killed me, even knowing itâ€™s coming (eventually) in the mail.
Unable to leave a book aisle empty-handed, I picked up another book. Nowâ€¦I wish Iâ€™d bought a bag of Hersheyâ€™s Dark Kisses instead. Itâ€™s not the stilted language and apparent lack of voice, butâ€¦
Itâ€™s the exclamation points!
The book is riddled with them! And they annoy me! And while I can tolerate the occasional use of them by the heroine (perhaps a throwback to the â€œfeistyâ€ heroines of the 80â€™s?) I abhore their usage by the hero! Nobody likes a melodramatic hero! And he uses them incessantly!
Captain Kirk says: Melodramaâ€¦isâ€¦a crutchâ€¦for poorâ€¦skills!