I’m working on polishing up a 17000 word story that I will be posting parts of in probably the next few weeks! This story is called: The Congressman’s Daughter.
Jane Grant’s perfect life is turned upside down when her father runs for Congress. His only child, she is now the object of his enemies’ threats, and Agent Benjamin Knight is assigned to protect her. There’s only one problem. Jane doesn’t want to be protected. Surrounded by Secret Service agents, and struggling to keep her father’s attention and her former freedom, Jane knows there has to be a way out of this mess. But she is definitely not going to let Agent Knight into her life. He doesn’t belong there. Or does he?
I dug out an old book report on Emma that I had done, and thought it would make a good book review, with a few tweaks and a new summary.
My Rating: Five Stars
My Summary:‘Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her…’
Is self-reflection a good thing? I don’t understand myself, will thinking about it help, or foster a form of selfishness and depression? Shouldn’t I just think about the Lord and let all the rest of me fall into place? But how can I write if I don’t understand the human nature? And who better to examine than myself? Or is this in itself an example of human nature? What is the balance?
Although I was glad to be fired, there was a downside: I didn’t have a job anymore. But I still had to eat, pay property taxes, a phone bill, and an electric bill. So, I started job hunting, but no one wanted to hire me, because when they called my boss, he gave them such a bad report that it made it look like I was going to ruin their business. On the verge of applying at the nearest fast food restaurant, and one step ahead of being late on some bills, Ethan called me. “Have you found a job yet?”
This is pretty much my favorite book of all time, so of course I had to review it first! This is Jane Austen’s most popular book, and the first one she wrote, although Sense and Sensibility was published first.
My rating: Five stars
My Summary: The second of five sisters, Elizabeth Bennet is her father’s favorite. She’s lively, witty, and a lady through and through. But alas, not all her family is as respectable as they ought to be, and, through no fault of her own, her gentle sister Jane’s budding romance has seemingly collapsed. Elizabeth blames it all on the haughty Mr. Darcy, who is openly scornful of the Bennet family. To add to all this, a charming new acquaintance reveals shocking information about the proud man whom even ten-thousand pounds a year cannot make attractive.
Of course, earbuds are handy. They’re convenient, quiet, and they give you privacy. Sometimes a little too much.
Beware that you don’t listen to anything with them in, that you wouldn’t listen to with them out. If you would be embarrassed to be found watching or listening to something, don’t do it. You’ll save yourself regret and keep yourself cleaner inside.
Euchre is a card game that is usually played by four players in teams of two, with approximately half a deck of cards. Players are dealt five cards, and the dealer has four left over, he turns up the top card of the ‘left-over’ pile and the other players, beginning with the player on his left, have the chance to decide whether or not to ‘order up’ that card, in which case all the cards of that suit are ‘trump’. If everyone passes, the dealer puts the card face-down, and the player on his left picks a suit of their choice to become ‘trump’. Generally, if the first card turned up was, say, hearts, then ‘next’ would be diamonds. But if the player doesn’t have any diamonds, they would ‘cross the creek’ and pick a different suit to be ‘trump’. Thus, if you didn’t have ‘next’, you would ‘cross the creek’!
The first thing I did when we got home was call my boss. Maybe, if I let him know right away, and told him I’d be there as soon as possible, he wouldn’t fire me.
Ethan helped me to the couch and I pulled off my gloves so
that I could dial my boss’s number.
The phone rang twice, then a rough voice answered. “Hello.”
I cleared my throat.
He sounded like he was in a good mood, but I could never be sure. “Hello, this is Emma Clark.”
“Yes?” He asked
“I’m so sorry about this, but I sprained my ankle
badly. I won’t be able to make it to
work on time, I’ll come as soon as I can, I promise.”
The string of profanity that answered my apology made me
hold the phone away from my ear. Ethan
looked at me curiously, and I grasped at my emotions, trying to keep my cool as
names that don’t bare repeating thundered out of the phone. Some of them were so loud that I couldn’t
help hearing, and I knew Ethan could too.
I turned the volume down.
A break in the rant made me put the phone up to my ear again
and try to reason politely. “Sir, I
apologize, I’ll come as fast as I can, I just don’t have a car, and so I am
going to be late-“