Ten Literary Characters I Would Totally Snog

So, Veronica over at ToddledDredge had a post the other day with silly post titles she has spared us. Interestingly enough, several of us commented that we would actually like to read the one about ten literary characters she would make out with. Oh, Veronica. You sly little minx, you. You passed the torch on to those of us that made those comments. By NAME. And you created a meme. So, being put on the spot and anticipating the flood of readers this would result in (what? a girl can dream), I had to really think. Think about those times I read a book and just sighed longingly when I read about the main, sexy, male character. So, here you go. In no particular order. Those I would snog.

1. Jamie in "Outlander", by Diana Gabaldon. Oh, Jamie, you sexy Scotsman, you. Just one little peek under that kilt. What say ye?

2. Nick in "The Stand", by Stephen King. He was a deaf mute, but that's OK, Nick. You and I understand each other just fine.

3. Christopher Snow in "Fear Nothing", by Dean Koontz. He has xeroderma pigmentosum, but so what? We can have all kinds of adventures out of the sunlight. And he has such cool friends. However, I would have to learn to surf. Maybe Liz can teach me.

4. Nicholas from "A Knight in Shining Armor", by Jude Devereaux. Who doesn't like a time travelling guy? And one who is actually a knight? Well, I sure do. Take off that helmet, Nicholas.

5. Sam from "Metro Girl", by Janet Evanovich. Sam, Sam, Sam. Sigh. And I don't even like NASCAR. But you can rev my motor any time.

6. Alex from "When the Bough Breaks", by Jonathan Kellerman. Alex, you sexy psychologist/turned police detective helper. You are so mellow yet you can kick some ass.

7. Spenser from "Hundred Dollar Baby", by Robert B Parker. Former boxer turned private eye, he works out all the time. Take off that shirt, Spenser. Just let me see.

8. Stone from "Shoot Him if He Runs", by Stuart Woods. I didn't realize I had an affinity for so many cop-type characters until I made this list. Stone, even though you are actually a lawyer, you do enough investigating and kicking ass to turn me on.

9. Steve Carella from "The Big, Bad City: A Novel of the 87th Precinct", by Ed McBain. These books have some age on them now, but I still love them. The tenderness and love Steve feels for his gorgeous, deaf wife, Teddy, make him incredibly sexy.

10. And last, but certainly not least in any way. James Bond from "Casino Royale", by Ian Fleming. When I was in high school, I discovered the James Bond books tucked away in the Mystery section of our local public library. The library was in an old Victorian house and the mysteries were in a corner room with a window that overlooked huge, old, overgrown trees that brushed against the window when the wind blew. I found one of the old James Bond novels and curled up in a chair by that window. In one of the books was the quote "He let the tapes of her taut slip." I pondered over that quote. I thought about it. I took the book home and read it again and again. I knew that he was undressing her. I knew they were having sex. It just took me a while to interpret the British writing to correlate tapes for straps and let for undo. This is the first time I can remember reading about sex in a book and thinking, thinking, thinking about it. And about the tall, dark, handsome, sophisticated, kick-ass secret agent who was the hero.

This was long before the movies. When I finally saw the movies, I was disappointed. Sean Connery was a pretty good James, but the one in my head was much better. I could develop whole scenarios in my mind in which I was the bikini-clad heroine who would win his heart while drop-kicking villains.

I still like guys to kick ass in the books I read.

So, what about you? What guys do you like in the books you read? Let's hear about it. I'm tagging Liz and Lucy's Mom and Bio Girl and Phoenix and Nikky. And anyone else interested. Let me know when you post.

A Unit of Cultural Information

Ha! Aren't you impressed with the title of my post? I thought it sounded a lot more impressive than a meme, which is actually what it is. I have been tagged by Linda, of From the Back Nine fame for this one. It's another one where I have to tell some stuff about myself so, hey, twist my arm, that's why I have a blog! Because I like to talk about myself. And all the various permutations which my life can take. And so you might read it and say, whoa, my life took that very same permutation! Only you might not say permutation because you might not be a librarian who uses those big ole fancy words.

I'm supposed to tag eight other bloggers but, honestly I think my family bloggers may be tagged out and I am too intimidated by any other bloggers and their omnipotence to tag them, so the meme may come to an end here. Or maybe not. These things seem to have a life of their own. Anyway, eight things about me. Here goes.

1. I sometimes think I am REALLY good at technology. I maintain the school web pages, have designed a complete online library information skills curriculum and have even presented at national conferences. And the other day I sent an email to my boss in which I criticized her (luckily, in a nice way) that I had intended to send to someone else entirely. Just clicked on the wrong name. That's just what happens when you get too full of yourself.

2. I used to write book reviews for School Library Journal. Every month, I got free books or dummies (a book before it actually becomes a book) to read and review. The prestige was incredible. All my fellow librarians fell to their knees in awe. OK, not really, but it was pretty cool. And one day I realized it was an awful lot of work for absolutely no pay. So I quit. What a relief.

3. I make my bed every single morning. I have, like sixteen pillows on it, and I make it and arrange them nicely. Then I fold my pajamas and lay them neatly on the covers so I can put them on that night. Anal much?

4. My husband and I have a date night every single Friday night. We go to a different restaurant and just eat and talk about our week. We look forward to it. We really enjoy it. Every Friday.

5. I have tons of fake plants and flowers in my house. Not like plastic bright red and yellow K-Mart flowers but pretty nice stuff. I know it's pretty nice because my sister commented on how my silk plant was growing towards the water fountain when she was here one time. The silk plant. Growing. Must look pretty damn real.

6. I think there is something wrong with my gall bladder. Or it may be diverticulitis, which my mom has. For several years I have had attacks of severe, deep down pain in my stomach which can build to nausea very quickly. It hits and then it's gone. They can't find anything wrong with my gall bladder. Every time I think it's gone and months and months go by, it hits me again. But it's so rare, I keep forgetting about it. I'm hoping it doesn't get worse.

7. People always say you don't know who your friends are until you really need them. People are right. When my dad passed away, my friends sent cards, flowers, food, called me and came to the visitation and the funeral. You just don't realize how important that is until it happens.

8. Every time I start to really worry that I won't be able to write anything for this blog and I am going to run out of ideas and everyone will be so disappointed in me, I come up with about three or four ideas and whip out some posts. And now that I have written that, I will probably tap out and not get any more good ideas. That would be extremely annoying. I should probably shut up about running out of ideas.



OK, that's eight. If you are reading this and you have a blog and you want to write eight things about yourself, you are officially tagged. Link to me if you want. I can use the comments. And if you are reading this and have never commented, think about it. Sometimes I feel like my words are stones falling into into a deep, empty well. Thanks.