At Long Last, I Tweet
So it’s been about a month of insanity, but I emerged from the chaos late yesterday afternoon and found a couple of hours today in which I could finally sit down and figure out Twitter. I now understand the hoopla. I’m still trying to figure out the best way to post a picture.
In other news, I inhaled the new Loretta Chase: Don’t Tempt Me.
Who cannot but love a heroine who has been a harem girl? And here is my favorite laugh-out-loud bit (one among many laugh-out-loud bits, so it was difficult to choose):
Zoe went on determinedly, “Yusri Pasha gave me as second wife to Karim, who was his eldest son by his first wife. But Karim could not make his . . . his . . . “–though Marchmont kept his eyes half closed, she knew the Duke regarded her intently–”his instrument of delight. The limb a man uses for pleasure and to make children. What is it called?”
Shrieks from the sisters.
Zoe ignored them. “No one will ever tell me what it is in English,” she said. “If I ever learned the word, I have forgotten it.”
He made an odd sound in his throat. Then he siad, “Membrum virile will do.”
And in addition to being funny, Chase is quite brilliant at describing how Marchmont has only been halfway seeing anything in life for the past decade–an insight not only into Marchmont’s character flaw, but something that ties into the external plot later on in the novel.