*ahem*

Go to here:

http://alhexclusive.blogspot.com/

I don't like everything that's on the blog now. But I don't feel like changing it all out. It's easier to start over.

Expression

Ok, so. A fact about Yours Truly.

When I read a book (typically non-fiction) that I am finding particularly engrossing, I have been known to laugh, gasp, or groan aloud. Or shout, "Pencil - pencil!"

I love the emotional response black words printed on white paper can evoke.

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Every day, lately, I've been discovering a little more just how much I love being quirky and eccentric. But, still, in a classy way of course. I'm not really the go-around-with-legs-unshaven-in-a-skit type. Or the kind to wear funky, rainbow knitted hats and bottle cap earrings. You know. No offense to anyone who does. Just not my style. I don't really want to be put into a certain class of people. I just want to be myself, one-of-a-kind Ashlee.

So I leave you with these words:

"It's all good. What am I saying...? I don't even say 'it's all good.'"

Book Mooching

I ended up at BookMooch after all. :) I've got a 2 for 1 deal on this week in case you're interested.

http://bookmooch.com/m/inventory/ashleedee

*Ahem*

Question: what is the strangest thing you have ever used for a bookmark? You know, those times when you really needed to mark your place but only something weird was handy.

My answer: This is sort of embarrassing, but what the heck. I'm currently using the little paper off the wing of a pad to mark my place in An Interrupted Life.

So, how about you? ^_^

Marrying Mozart

I recently read Marying Mozart and didn't find it to be as good as I hoped. I suppose I was amused by the story, but the characters seemed familiar - far too familiar. The whole time I felt like I was reading some sort of combination of Pride and Prejudice and Little Women. For instance, I absolutely could not imagine the mother as anyone else but Mrs. Bennet due to the fact that her constant thought and ambition was marrying her daughters off and marrying them well. Even the way she spoke reminded me of Mrs. Bennet. I naturally couldn't help but wonder just where - and in what amount! - this author was getting her influences from ...

I feel like a hard reader to please, especially after seeing all the 5 star reviews this book got on Amazon. I would have given it 3.

More Mystery ...

Me being my wimpy self, after finishing And Then There Were None I decided that I didn't want to read another mystery again for a long time. A day or two later, however, I began to feel less sure about it. Then I watched Marple: The Body in the Library on PBS and completely changed my mind. I now want to read everything Agatha Christie. From the great to the just ok - I want to read them all. Not sure exactly where I should start, though. Any suggestions?

Ten Little Indians

Not only did I start And Then There Were None yesterday, I finished it. I just couldn't stop. Remember how I wasn't going to read mysteries after dark? Well, at 10PM I was still going strong; there was no way I could actually sleep without finding the answer. About that time, however, I had to go downstairs and finish reading in the living room, close to my mom and sister. Yes, I know, only a huge wimp can't stand to be alone while reading Agatha Christie, but whatever. :)

My anxiety aside, the book was very enjoyable. The story flowed beautifully and the set up was clever. I did have numerous moments of slight confusion in the beginning due the fact that I'm terrible with names. I had to flip back and reread the little introduction to the characters at the beginning of the book a few times before I got them all straight.

The book opens with 8 different characters from all walks of life on their way to a place called Indian Island, which has recently been purchased from a millionaire. There has been a great deal of speculation as to who bought the island and the rumors range from a Hollywood film star to the Admiralty. All of the guests have been invited to the island in various ways by various, somewhat sketchy sources. When they arrive at the island, they find their host to be absent, leaving only a recently employed butler and cook to take care of his guests. There is a theme in the house, they notice. A framed poem about ten little Indians hangs in each bedroom over the mantel and ten little Indian statues grace the dining room table. "It's an amusing idea, isn't it?" says one of the guests.

After dinner everyone adjourns to the parlor for drinks. "The whole party had dined well. They were satisfied with themselves and with life. The hands of the clock pointed to twenty minutes past nine. There was a silence. Into that silence came The Voice. Without warning, inhuman, penetrating ...

" 'Ladies and gentlemen! Silence, please!'

"Everyone was startled. They looked round - at each other, at the walls. Who was speaking?"

One by one the mysterious voice accuses each of the guests of murder. There is a clatter as the butler drops his tray, and the cook faints. After she has been attended to, everyone tells how they came to be on the island and they see that something isn't right. They were tricked. They then explain, one by one, the accusations of murder made against them - and all, for the most part, were accidental. Then, without warning, one of the guests chokes violently and dies. It is later noticed that one of the little Indians from the table is missing, and so it begins ...

Is the killer one of the 10? Is there someone hidden on the island? I guess you'll just have to read it and find out. ^_^