14. Sun Storm by Åsa Larsson

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14. Sun Storm by Åsa Larsson

I’m not sure if that name is male or female. But I think, maybe, it’s pronounced like “oosa”. That’s how I say it in my head anyway.

I liked this book a lot. Not sure how the title fits with the rest of the book though. It was probably called something else in Sweden, something like Terrible Church Murder. hee.

I enjoyed the mystery, I really loved that it had two main characters (good guys) who don’t even know each other (i can’t think of another mystery book I’ve read that’s had that), and I thought it had excellent pacing. I also enjoyed the fact that it did not have a love story going on in it, not really, anyway. I think a lot of American crime fiction writers feel compelled to add love/sex in their books and lots of times it adds nothing to the story. There was no filler in this.

In very short, Rebecka Martinsson is a financial lawyer who returns to her small village of Kiruna when she learns one of her friends from her old church days has been murdered. She helps the sister of the victim (there’s a weird relationship there. i couldn’t for the life of me figure out if Rebecka had a thing for Victor or for his sister Sanna. There was an ambiguous anger going on.) who becomes the main suspect. Crazy things happen.

The other main character (at least I think of her as a main character) is inspector Anna-Maria Mella. She’s pregnant with her third or fourth child and is working with her partner Sven-Erik to solve the murder. She’s not supposed to be working because she’s almost due, but anyway. I thought Anna-Maria and Rebecka would work together to solve the mystery but they don’t really. They remain like aquaintences.

I’m assuming (uh oh) that it was translated by a British person. I’m not criticizing, just stating.

Great book. I’d recommend it to anyone who likes crime fic.

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a few pieces of random

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i’ve had terrible nightmares recently. one where i lived in a utopia where we had to wear togas at all times, and the military guards would beat us when we broke the law. only, we were never told what any laws were. so we were beaten quite a lot.

another one i kept throwing up chopped onions. i mean, pounds and pounds of them.

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the Encore stations have been playing Silence of the Lambs every day for what seems like two months. mr. fleegan and i have watched it every time we catch it. it’s gotten to the point that not only can we both quote the whole movie, but now, instead of saying something like, “hey, after dinner do you want to watch TV?” we now say something like, “wanna see if Silence of the Lambs is on?”

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Scottie of the Cube sent me this link last week and i’ve been meaning to share it with you. it’s great, you’ll lose lots of time reading it, but oh, the laughs. http://www.textsfromlastnight.com

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i saw the mall cop movie with Seth Rogen. it was really dark. a lot darker than i thought it would be.

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i’m about to go dig up some hastas because THEY ARE PISSING ME OFF. if you only knew how much i hate plants. and these hastas are OUT OF CONTROL. they were all normal-sized for two days and then they were all, “BOOSH, Jaimie! Check me out! SPLA-DOW!” and they grew into these large gangster plants. and they have weapons. and i think that also they talk about me behind my back.

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omegle #2

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this is how a lot of my Omegle chats go down (and actually, this is one of the more poilite ones):

Connecting to server…
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hello,
Stranger: hi
Stranger: r u a dude ?
You: no,
You: i’m a girl,
Stranger: u wanna cam ?
You: no.
Stranger: wanna share photos ?
You: no, i don’t have any.
Stranger: so, no sexy stuff ?
You: aw, no.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
Connecting to server…
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hello?
Stranger: hi ~!
You: please don’t be a perv….
Stranger: ah?
You: hmm. are you from the usa?
Stranger: i’m from japan
You: oh, neat!
Stranger: u a boy?
You: no, i’m a girl.
Stranger: yee..
Stranger: by
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
then i had a lovely conversation with a girl from Belgium. we talked about food and books. we were both reading international books and were congratulating ourselves for being so awesome. when i found out she was reading english books i said, “let me guess… the Twilight series?”
“yes! it is so beautiful!”
boosh. got it in one. TATDOW!
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baseball blog part the shut up, yankees.

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etiberius has so lovingly sent me a link showing the COMPLETE AWESOMENESS of Royals pitcher (not a belly-itcher) Zack Greinke. i watched the Royals destroy the ChiSox the other night. i usually cheer for the sox because the Birmingham Barons are a farm team for Chicago, but the other night they couldn’t do ANYTHING.

it was almost like watching the Yankees play.

i did watch the Yanks/Redsux on whatever damn night it was with the rain delay. and i stayed up for the whole thing. and i really, really and truly thought the boys were gonna pull it out. bottom of the ninth, two outs, the tying and winning run on base, Swisher’s up to bat and…. oh, he walks? shit, no wait, that’s okay, bases loaded and Cano’s up. this will be fine! fine, i say! they’re gonna do it! they’re really going to do it! strike three. son of a BITCH. you break my heart EVERY TIME.

and one of the bad things about watching the Yanks play, especially at home, is the announcers. it is ALWAYS a JeterLoveFest in the booth. now look, I love Jeter. I do. but could we please stop acting like he’s our lord and savior Jeter Christ? and then after they all worship and adore him, glorify his presence at short stop, praise his bat…. then they immediately go into the fact that he’s getting older and oh, sweet baby Jesus, what are the Yankees going to do when Jete gets EVEN OLDER? or…. pray it never happens: he retires?! what then?! what! will the Yankees! do?!

they’ll probably just dissolve the team. i mean, what would be the point of even having a team anymore? because they’ve never before had star players who’ve been traded and/or retired. and it’s not like other people could play the game, heavens no. and with the Yanks gone, i’m assuming MLB will just collapse on itself and die.

woe is Mudville.

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library story #OMGFBIWTF

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true story, as can only happen to me. this happened yesterday.

the liberry downtown (or Big Library as we always called it as kids) is closed this week due to come roof water leaks. this is terrible. it’s terrible on many counts the least of which is now our liberry is the Go To ‘brary.

we were slammed yesterday. i’m not sure how many new cards we did, but it was a lot, and the public computers were full ALL DAY long. in fact, i’m surprised no fights broke out, but hey, God is good.

i’m telling you all of this so that you’ll know that we were run ragged for many, many hours. and that is the excuse that i’m using for what happened. i was tired, you guys. i wasn’t thinking straight.

so this little boy and his grandma come in to get new cards as they’ve never been here before. she wanted a book on Parkinson’s disease and the little boy wanted a book on fiddler crabs. i took them both to the proper shelves and both times the grandma had to dump on me what is going on in her life.

little known fact: library workers are not unlike bartenders in this respect.

anyway. she said that the little boy’s school was giving the kids in his class fiddler crabs for them to take home. it seemed bizarre to me, but i guess really, it’s not quite so weird. it’s a step up from gold fish, and how many people have you ever heard of that’s allergic to fiddler crabs? exactly.

so i leave them with the books to pick out which ones they wanted, and then i went back to the circ desk to checkout loads of books to loads of people. eventually, grandma and little boy come up with their choices. i check them out and the grandma has this “whoa is me” look and she seems to be dreading the fiddler crab debacle because you know it’s not going to end well. the thing will be dead by the end of the week, or? it will live forever. and really, which one is worse?

so as they walk away, they get nearly halfway to the door, i think to myself, “hey jaimie, say something uplifting! do your thing, you cheerful worker, you.” yeah, that’s what i’ll do! so i call out, “good luck with your crabs!”

i’ll pause here to let you catch your breath.

they turn around and say, “thank you!”

and i turn around to see my coworker with her head down trying not to laugh her head completely off. it then hits me what i’ve said and my face goes completely red.

and i think i laughed for the rest of the evening.

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swine flu: meet the new flu, same as the old flu.

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old swine flu PSAs.

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13. 8th Confession by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro

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13. 8th Confession by James Patterson and Maxine Paetro

Dear James Patterson’s Women’s Murder Club Book Series,

I don’t know how to put this gently, so I’m just going to come right out and say what needs to be said: We’re through. It’s over.

And? For the record? I feel like you broke up with me first, but you kept coming around, so I kept letting you in. And you’d break my heart. JILL. And then we’d get back together for a while. Then you’d break my heart again. YUKI’S MOM. and then somehow you’d sweet talk your way over again.

Well, not any more. I’m done. I threw out all the CDs and clothes you left over here. So don’t even act like next year when book 9 comes out that you’ll swing by here to “pick up some stuff” because it’s not here any more. We are Officially Over so lose my number, okay?

We’ll always have books 1 – 8. Except not book 3 and not book 8, jackass.

Yawnfully Yours,

Jaimie

PS. The mystery stuff was okay. Interesting choice of murder weapon. But it’s like you guys HATE the characters. Why must you torture them so? It would be different if the emotional torture added something to the books BUT IT NEVER DOES. The ONLY time it worked was in BOOK ONE. That was 8 books ago! Your formula is NOT WORKING. Try a different plot device once in a while.

this one gets forty bajillion Cansecos

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baseball blog

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apparently i need to rant about the Yanks more often. that was a sweet win last night! well, it could have been sweeter but in typical Yank fashion they had to give up a couple of runs in the ninth… WITH ONLY ONE OUT TO GO.  i swear, they make winning SO HARD. but for now, i’m in love with Nick Swisher and his psycho grin.

i couldn’t find a decent pic of his crazy grin. but when he’s in the outfield he’s grinning, and i dunno, you can tell the guy just loves baseball.

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you call this a blog?

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sorry! sorry everyone.

there’s at least two books i need to review and i was going to write a post about how i have a girl crush on the Progressive Insurance girl. but lately all i’ve done is work, play mobsters, watch beisbol, and sleep.

speaking of baseball, how many games are the Yankees going to lose this week, anyway? son of a mother. i imagine that in the Yankees’ clubhouse they have a to-do list on the ‘fridge, and that perhaps it says something like

1. we need a pitcher, not a belly-itcher.
2. let’s can it with the injuries.
3. you too, Posada.
4. there’s no crying in baseball.

or something like that. i mean, we can’t have EVERYONE on the DL. can we?

anyway, i’ll post something soon.

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omegle #1

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This post is rated R. just so ya know.

i’m stealing the idea from Cookie. though, now that i know cookie chats on Omegle, i feel obligated to start every chat with, “Cookie, is that you?”

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Connecting to server…
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You’re now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: Cookie, is that you?
You: hi
Stranger: 8====D
You: nice.
Stranger: thank you
You: it’s so big.
Stranger: i do my best
Stranger: (.Y.)
Stranger: thats all i got
You: well, you’re well on your way there.
Stranger: on my way where?
You: i don’t know. so do you greet everyone with a drawing of a penis?
Stranger: no, just you, thought id see where it led me in terms of conversation
Stranger: is more interesting than “hi”
You: what if i had been your grandma?
Stranger: id be quite quite surprised seeing as my grandmother on my mothers side is dead, and my grandmother on my fathers side is on a road trip and cant use computers for shit
You: yeah but, grandmas always know. they always know.
Stranger: yes, i suppose they
Stranger: do
Stranger: but im sure shes seen a character penis before
You: your grandma rocks.
Stranger: hell yeah
Stranger: shes the shit
Stranger: youre the first person ive talked to that actually talked back
You: really?
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: everyone else after i say hi they disconnect
You: you’re the first person who greeted me with a cock and balls.
Stranger: well i feel special
You: me too!
You: are we BFF now?
Stranger: hell yeah
Stranger: lets go to the zoo
You: sweet.
You: can we go see the monkeys?
Stranger: yeah
Stranger: and we can throw our shit at them
Stranger: give them a taste of their own medicine
You: they would NEVER expect that.
Stranger: no, they would not
You: it would be chaos.
Stranger: thats the magic of it
You: i’m loving this plan.
Stranger: me too
Stranger: im excited
You: do you supposed when they arrest us we’ll get to sit in the same cell?
Stranger: i hope so
Stranger: or we can throw our poop at the police
Stranger: and theyd slip
Stranger: and not catch us
You: yes. that’s a great get away plan.
You: you’re full of ideas.
You: and poop.
Stranger: well, yeah, right now
Stranger: but not for long
You: heh.
Stranger: speaking of witch i gotta go take my butt plug out
You: okay, see ya later at the zoo.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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