Sunday, September 22, 2013

Bad Books at BookBub

or badly written books?? Thought maybe I would keep a running total of anything I thought sounded awkward or middle-schoolish!


Working bees is sheer toil. They do not take kindly to someone opening their hives to steal the product of their hard work of collecting nectar.

He silently paddled the kayak through the chilly waters of the Kentucky River, alone except for the occasional river otters slipping playfully down their muddy slides or the screech owl beckoning mournfully from a redbud tree ready to open its pink blossoms announcing spring in the Bluegrass.


Because over the past three weeks Michelle had upped the ante.

Like the cherrywood drop leaf, a fifteen dollar garage sale find she’d parked in front of the window so she could look out while she drank her morning coffee or ate her supper in the evening.

A closer look at the pain on his face though had her using a gentler hand as she helped him sit up so she could get rid of the shirt altogether. After studying the wound, she headed back to the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned with several hand towels, and a sewing kit she’d found inside a very tidily arranged drawer that looked as if an obsessive-compulsive had directed everything line up just exactly so.

She threw open the sewing kit and selected the longest needle at least three inches in length, an ugly-looking thing she would use only as a last resort.

Since he’d already felt like a wuss once tonight back in the alley the moment he’d been rescued by a woman, he sucked it up.

This morning during my staff meeting, which should’ve held my interest and had me deeply engrossed in the status reports from each of my department heads, I got curious.