Title: Visions of Sugar Plums: A Stephanie Plum Holiday Novel
Author: Janet Evanovich
Hardback: 149 pages
published: 2002
ISBN: 9780312306328
My name is Stephanie Plum and I’ve got a strange man in my kitchen. He appeared out of nowhere. One minute I was sipping coffee, mentally planning out my day. and then the next minute… poof, there he was.
He was over six feet, with wavy blond hair pulled into a ponytail, deep-set brown eyes, and an athlete’s body. He looked to be late twenties, maybe thirty. He was dressed in jeans, boots, a grungy white thermal shirt hanging loose over the jeans, and a beat-up black leather jacket hanging on broad shoulders. He was sporting two days of beard growth, and he didn’t look happy.
“Well, isn’t this perfect,” he said, clearly disgusted, hands on hips, taking me in.
–Visions of Sugar Plums by Janet Evanovich, page 1
I took up this little book just before Christmas as part of my dash to the 75-book finish line. It only took a couple hours to read it, and it was rather amusing. It was a quick, light, and fun read for the holiday times. Much like the chocolate chip cookies Mags and I made, I quickly devoured the whole thing and barely remembered it a couple hours later. But I do remember the tickly-happy-treat feeling from both 🙂
Okay, so it’s not an instant classic that speaks from our generation to all generations (HaHa.. if you’ve ever read a Plum novel, that will be about the funniest joke you’ve read lately), but it’s still fun. And since it was written later than the earlier books, the characters are much more developed than those in my most recent Plum foray, Three to Get Deadly. Also, this is the book that introduces the read to Diesel, the third member in Stephanie hunk-buffet.
The book opens up with Diesel popping into Stephanie’s kitchen, telling her he’s been assigned to her to teach her Christmas cheer. He accompanies her as she tries to bring in Sandy Claws… sounds like a criminal caught stealing truckloads of cat litter, right? LOL… who is a toymaker hiring elves to handmake product in a wharehouse converted from a daycare (hence the need for elves, as the potties and other equipment are just the right size). Stephanie’s divorced and formerly-perfect sister has moved back in with mom and dad, and has found out she’s pregnant by her less-than-stellar boyfriend (who faints). Add to all of this, Grandma Mazur has a new studmuffin, and there’s a supervillain with electrical powers trying to kill them. It all adds up for some absolute craziness.
While I found it a fun and quit book, the super powers stuff kind of irked me. Honestly, I felt it was a bit of cheating on Evanovich’s part. I’ve always enjoyed the mystery-book aspect of the Plum books, but reaching for the paranormal makes me wonder if the next book will have aliens and spaceships to chase down her FTA’s on.
It’s quick, it’s fun, but it stretches credulity, so I’m giving Visions of Sugar Plums by Janet Evanovich 3 out of 5 stars.
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Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank by Celia Rivenbank
Author: Celia Rivenbark
Hardback: 262 pages
Date Published: September 2006
Publisher: St. Martin’s Press
ISBN: 9780312339937
–Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank by Celia Rivenbark, pages 53-54
I first heard about Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank by Celia Rivenbark on the April Books Brought Home Library Thing thread (the discussion starts going around message 174). It created quite a stir, as everyone passed around their “bad parents and monstrous children” horror stories. With the conversations circulating, as well as it’s hilarious-but-shocking title, I knew I wanted to read this book. So I clicked on over to BookMooch, entered the title in the search bar, and voila! mooched the only copy available.
When it arrived in the mail on Saturday, I cracked open the book and just glanced at the title of the first chapter: There’s Always Tomorrow(land): “If You Really Loved Me, You’d Buy Me Pal Mickey”. The chapter’s about Celia planning and taking her family to Disney World. Before I realized it, I was at the end of the chapter, ripped envelope still in my lap, and bladder barely holding its ground after all the laughter. The whole book is like that, and you just about have to tear the book from your hands to put it down to make dinner, sleep or even go to the bathroom (okay, I admit it… Celia went there, too).
With the charm of a Southern Belle, and a snarky, sarcastic wit, Miss Celia expresses all that it is to be a mother/wife/career woman/person with the sense God gave a goose in this day and age. She tells of her experience trying to buy size 7 clothes for her six-year-old, and only finding outfits that’d make a Vegas showgirl feel naked. Later, she points out that grown women in character-embossed clothes need to grow up, which points out the Topsy-turvy nature of the American culture today: Children dressing like sexually mature adults and grown-ups dressing like school kids at play.
Each chapter’s title both encompasses its contents, while being surprising and tongue-in-cheek. A few examples of this are:
Amidst the humor and anecdotes, Rivenbark manages to slip in facts and evidence that support her position, but you’re too busy laughing and enjoying her company to realize “Hey, there’s serious journalism going on here!”
I enjoyed Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank by Celia Rivenbark immensely, and am going to buy a new copy from Amazon and have it shipped to my mom for Mother’s Day (don’t tell her, or you’ll ruin the surprise!). All the way through, I could just hear my mom’s voice in Rivenbark, and I know she’ll enjoy it as much as I did. While the book won’t stay with me as far as remembering specifics, the feeling of fun and laughter will live on, and I’m sure that when I re-read this review a year from now, I’ll remember specifics in the chapters mention, and laugh again. For the joy it’s given me and will give to my mom and myself in the future, I give Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank by Celia Rivenbark 4 iout of 5 Krispy Kreme donuts 😀
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In this video clip, Celia Rivenbark opens up a book signing by reading an anecdote in an email from a friend.
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