Musing Monday's - July 7, 2014

TC is in the sun musing about the chipmunk she sees out the window.
Hopefully that is all she does.  So far this month she has presented me
 with two chipmunks - one alive and one dead but both in my bedroom.

Musing Mondays asks you to muse about one of the following each week.…Musing Mondays is sponsored by Should Be Reading.

• Describe one of your reading habits.
• Tell us what book(s) you recently bought for yourself or someone else, and why you chose that/those book(s).
• What book are you currently desperate to get your hands on? Tell us about it! 
• Tell us what you’re reading right now — what you think of it, so far; why you chose it; what you are (or, aren’t) enjoying it.
• Do you have a bookish rant? Something about books or reading (or the industry) that gets your ire up? Share it with us!
• Instead of the above questions, maybe you just want to ramble on about something else pertaining to books — let’s hear it, then!

Have you ever read a book where you have very mixed feelings about one or

more of the main characters?  I just finished two books like that. The first one is Gameboard of the Gods (Age of X) by Richelle Mead.  Justin March is the main male character.  He drinks to excess, takes drugs and picks up a different woman each night.  But every now and then he can be very understanding and caring.  He just is not like a traditional hero.  By the end of the book I still had not warmed up to him even though he took down the bad guys.

The other book is The Collector by Nora Roberts.  Lila Emerson is a writer and

professional house sitter.  She sits mostly in New York.  Why did I not warm up to her?  One of her hobbies is using her binoculars to look at what other people are doing in their apartments.  She does not call it spying but I almost quit reading the book when she arrived at a new house sitting job and almost immediately picked up the binoculars to see what was going on in the near by apartments.  It was just a behavior I did not like and I never got over my dislike of what she was doing.