my wife loves this author, virginia henley. i picked up a couple of her books out of curiosity, and while i don't see anything there other than contrived dialogue and smut, smut, smut (not always a bad thing, but not always good, either (basically it's what i call wal*mart porn)), i could really care less what she reads for the most part.
but the other day i was sitting upon my throne, kinda sick of the hand-held 'battleship' game, and there was 'dream lover,' a bright yellow, 420 page sex-fest just laying around. i got to page two before getting bored, but one thing kinda gnawed at me. i'll copy the paragraph:
'sean's dark eyes lifted to gaze upward, spellbound by the beauty he had stumbled upon. the high-vaulted cave glittered with iridescence, scattering myriads of rainbows across the surface of the water, turning it into a magic pool. then his innate intelligence overruled his imagination as he realized he was on the island of angelsey, wales. this mineral must therefore be anglesite, sulphate of lead in white prismatic crystals that were semitransparent, giving off an adamantine luster that resembled the sparkle of diamonds.'
okay, whatever. then i wondered what time era this whole romp was supposed to take place in, it being a historical 'romance,' given ol' sean's self-assurance of the mineral he was looking at (not to mention the nearly naked girl riding a dolphin in the cave-- okay, whatever, again). scanning through the book, i didn't find any real evidence when the story took place, no solid dates, no historical detail (none that i found, anyway, though certainly she would have clued the reader in at some point, just i hadn't stumbled upon it). however... in the author's notes she writes: 'however, the sailing time between these two places would have been longer in the eighteenth century than i have suggested. i took such license for the benefit of telling a love story.'
license, indeed. the 18th century, you say? so, you mean the 1700's? of course that's what she means, that's what she said. only problem is, anglesite wasn't discovered until-- 1832!
busted, baby!
ah, i love it when i catch 'em red-handed, don't you?
the sad thing is my wife thinks her books are so well-written, yet i'd not have questioned it were the whole crystal idea not so poorly introduced in an out-of-kilter way. apparently, 'innate intelligence' is synonomous with seeing into the future, too.
i know i shouldn't expect much from a book that's indulging in oral sex by page 8 (no joke), but still, good research and a *modicum* of restraint *should* separate us from flat-out porn peddlers, shouldn't it? lol.
i should probably have a talk with my wife while i'm at it.
but the other day i was sitting upon my throne, kinda sick of the hand-held 'battleship' game, and there was 'dream lover,' a bright yellow, 420 page sex-fest just laying around. i got to page two before getting bored, but one thing kinda gnawed at me. i'll copy the paragraph:
'sean's dark eyes lifted to gaze upward, spellbound by the beauty he had stumbled upon. the high-vaulted cave glittered with iridescence, scattering myriads of rainbows across the surface of the water, turning it into a magic pool. then his innate intelligence overruled his imagination as he realized he was on the island of angelsey, wales. this mineral must therefore be anglesite, sulphate of lead in white prismatic crystals that were semitransparent, giving off an adamantine luster that resembled the sparkle of diamonds.'
okay, whatever. then i wondered what time era this whole romp was supposed to take place in, it being a historical 'romance,' given ol' sean's self-assurance of the mineral he was looking at (not to mention the nearly naked girl riding a dolphin in the cave-- okay, whatever, again). scanning through the book, i didn't find any real evidence when the story took place, no solid dates, no historical detail (none that i found, anyway, though certainly she would have clued the reader in at some point, just i hadn't stumbled upon it). however... in the author's notes she writes: 'however, the sailing time between these two places would have been longer in the eighteenth century than i have suggested. i took such license for the benefit of telling a love story.'
license, indeed. the 18th century, you say? so, you mean the 1700's? of course that's what she means, that's what she said. only problem is, anglesite wasn't discovered until-- 1832!
busted, baby!
ah, i love it when i catch 'em red-handed, don't you?
the sad thing is my wife thinks her books are so well-written, yet i'd not have questioned it were the whole crystal idea not so poorly introduced in an out-of-kilter way. apparently, 'innate intelligence' is synonomous with seeing into the future, too.
i should probably have a talk with my wife while i'm at it.
