Addendum to my addendum…

Alyssa Cole is awesome! I really love her work. Not so much for the romance to be honest, but the geek girlness is perfect! Actually really cool. And my favourite authors just now are all geek girls – thank goodness I am here now when there are others here now that write stuff that make me happy. Actually. Imagine being in 1819 and wanting intellectual stimulation & funny!! Well there was Jane obvs. Okay. So wouldn’t have been completely unhappy, but definitely so pleased I have the plethora of authors to sift through today.

Kianna Alexander is a wee bit more challenging for me. I’ve only started one of her books. It was neither clever or funny. And I just couldn’t get into it. Sorry. But I feel exactly the same about Debbie MacComber, though she used to be both! I miss her.

I’m going to try a few more Kianna books, will never read another Debbie btw, but I just really love the geek connection. Sorry. If you enjoy Penny Reid, you’ll enjoy Alyssa Cole. I luff them both.

My next post will be about our SCUBA adventure I promise!

It’s harder to write than I thought it would be.

It’s no use going back to yesterday because I was a different person then…

I now have a blog, which means I need to write something. Gosh knows what…. But I feel like I should put something. So. Going back to the reading thing… I’ve been reading since I was 3. I’ve read most of the ‘classics’, and often read the book du jour but had my teenager years with the best little library in the world, the Linwood library which was for all of my teens and a great deal of my early motherhood on the corner of Worcester Street and Stanmore Road in Christchurch, New Zealand – 2 doors down from my home.Very eclectic range of books, but its definite draw at that time (other than stories about Edmund Hillary and Thor Heyerdahl)

was the Mills & Boon section. It was extensive and the books were heavily annotated by those that had read them before me – a gift in fact if you were a writer that wanted to know what readers wanted… unfortunately I was a supremely self involved teenager/woman who just wanted to be entertained. Though I did read the marginalia and was so impressed by the women who’d been there before me. I read the 60’s Mills & Boon with the timid mice women who were just glad that their strong heroes weren’t beating them, the 70’s where the women were extremely smart and relieved to find someone smarter and stronger and the 80’s where the women were both smart and strong and were very happy to have heroes that were much cleverer, much stronger and also so rich (a Sheik!) that whatever she was didn’t really matter. I enjoyed the ‘new’ writers – the 90’s comediennes – Emma Goldrick, Debbie Macomber (weirdly not so funny in the ’00’s and beyond, though still prolific), the idea that woman were not only relevant but had a choice. I really think, above anything that my Mum said about the fact I could do anything was this – the idea that I could be all and do all and still be funny, happy and successful (and yes!!! Maybe even get a man!!!) was part of the reason I never really stopped trying new things. Way more to my back story obviously, but this, and the marginalia of the women that had come before me in the 60’s, 70’s & 80’s books gave me the confidence that if I tried anything and failed then it was on my own merit. My mum obviously did the same – her absolute belief (or my absolute belief that what my mum says is true) definitely showed me if you don’t try then you won’t gain.

And now – April 2019 – I read this https://www.theguardian.com/books/2019/apr/04/fifty-shades-of-white-romance-novels-racism-ritas-rwa. And it has just now occurred to me, that yes – I’ve read books that have protagonists of colour, I’ve read comedies where there are Hispanics and black men (though not often women, at least in my memory) in the lead ‘roles’, but actually no, it’s very rarely that I’ve read a romance where there are any black people yet alone in the role of protagonist. Is this because I’ve been deemed to kick up a stink if there’s people that aren’t like me in this book? Is it because I can’t cope with people who aren’t like me? Not sure what that means to be honest – if you get the privilege of unreliable periods, bitchy days and agonising nights and you still have to make nice, I’m guessing you’re a woman. Just like me. And so I’ve been reading Alyssa Cole, and have asked my library to get books written by Kianna Alexander, and will continue to seek out stories written by women all over the place – because if I get my unlikely ‘you can do it’ from Mills & Boon, then honestly everybody should be able to – whether their mother believes they can or not. It’s a good message (well from the 90’s on) and you just need to disregard the fact that a male will round your life out nicely….

Addendum: if you haven’t read the Guardian story I linked above you won’t really know wtf I’m talking about. Basically it’s that Mills & Boon, who became Harlequin and I think are now something else again, don’t sell books written by Black authors in the same way as they do ā€œmainstreamā€ books ( books written by white authors.)

In fact books written by Black authors – whatever the subject – tend to be shelved under ā€œBlackā€ in book shops. In America at least.

Even if that book is about a woman falling in love with a man, getting pissed off with that man and ensuing drama. And then that man and woman getting over it and going with the happily ever after. Just like every Mills and Boon ever, Love Boat, bloody hell Thorn Birds even. Melted down to its basic, that’s nearly every story ever. But yeah. It’s written by a Black person or has people of colour as hero or heroine or both so obviously should be shelved with Neil deGrasse Tyson. (Who is also awesome FYI!) And biographies of Mohammed Ali. Which, hey why not?!

But none of these books are in the best place for their target audience to find them.

FFS

Pretty confident that isn’t done here, but I’m definitely going to be looking for ā€œMaoriā€ at Whitcoulls next time I’m in there.

And Black

P.S. Not sure why the autocorrect to Black when I type black, but I’m keeping it. Sorry

Travels of a Middle-Aged Polly-Ana

When I realised I was not going to be 45 much longer I realised that I had dreams to travel and experience the world, but in actual fact had never (apart from a dream trip to Brisbane for my 30th with my best friend, her daughter and mine) gone anywhere. Well apart from all over New Zealand, which I’m now thinking I should include in this wee blog too. I really have been everywhere here – except the East Cape which is still #1 on my list. I haven’t documented it well though. But will do my best to put some of it in here too. And well gosh – it’s not like I’ve stopped travelling!

But not long before my 46th birthday, while lain out on the couch like a very sick slug after a particularly long week at work I got a ping in my inbox from Air New Zealand with the most amazing Island deals. Generally I ignore these – who has time to go overseas – you need weeks for that! But no – for less than a weekday price to Invercargill you can go to Tahiti! And honestly it doesn’t take much longer to get there, even though you go through Auckland! And I could do a week in Tahiti extremely easily and get cheap accommodation! And it is warm!!! And, obviously, I was going to be old at the end of August so should go for broke now! So I booked it. Then I emailed my manager and told him I’ve just booked this. Then thought OMG what have I done!

But I was SO excited! Tahiti – honestly have spent years dreaming about this place! So, stuck to my guns. And went and got my passport renewed :/ Forgot you need that kind of thing tbh – when all your travel is in country you kinda just use your credit card as your id. Which actually sucks, but that’s another story.

Passport was actually really easy after years of putting it off – much easier than it was in 2002, and weirdly cheaper too. So that was done. Then looked at my (really cheap) accommodation and realised that yeah nah – I’m too old for backpacker accommodation, and also it was on Bora Bora – which I really wanted to go to but it was another $500 to get there plus the $300 accommodation for 6 nights – I might as well shell out for about the same in Paape’ete. So I changed that and rented a car.

Fortunately my manager was extremely supportive and fortunately I’m not too worried about making a dick of myself – fantastic holiday! Just loved it and so very pleased I did it. And now I want to do it more šŸ˜€

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