Friday, July 10, 2009

Serials and Scenarios - The Kidnapping of Kenzie Thorn - Liz Johnson




Here's Liz -- Unleashed with the Dreaded Dregs ?





Fiction character you would most like to be, marry, or most identify with and why?


It’s hopeless. I’ll never find a man, because wouldn’t you know it, real men rarely live up to Miss Austen’s heroes. But that hasn’t stopped me from compiling a list of the top three fictional characters I’d like to marry. Not all at once, mind you. But if one should be unavailable, I’d be pleased to move on down the list.

1. Nat Eaton – The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare
2. Gilbert Blythe – Anne of Green of Gables by L.M. Montgomery
3. Mr. Darcy – P
ride and Prejudice by Jane Austen



Some out there in writing land have strange rituals. Share yours.

I don’t know if it’s a ritual so much as a bad habit. :) I like to get into my pajamas, prop up pillows behind my back, and plot my laptop on my legs. It’s bad, bad posture, terrible position, and the place that I write better than any other.


Pick one…..Pink iguana, purple cow, periwinkle giraffe. Which one and why? Can be negative or positive.

Purple cow. Hands down. :) Purple is my favorite color and I was born in Iowa. Lo
ts of cows there. :)



Favorite turn of phrase or word picture, in literature or movie.

Definitely one of my favorite word pictures is in Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. When Harry stumbles across Ginny and Dean “snogging” in the corridor, a monster roars to life in his chest. It’s the perfect picture for what it really feels like when you suddenly realize that you’re head over heels for someone. And I love it when Harry and Ginny finally kiss and the monster “purrs.” So perfect.


What period of history intrigues you the most?

The Civil War era has always intrigued me. I love the fancy dresses and uniforms. The balls and the women who stayed at home, waiting and wondering abou
t their men. I’m enthralled by the idea that brothers fought brothers, and all to preserve their way of life. I was reading about the war several years back and saw some statistics about the number of lives lost. Over 600,000 casualties. More Americans lost their lives in the Civil War than in any other war America has ever fought … because both sides were Americans. What causes a man to go to war against his neighbor? I just find the reasons for the war and the different battles so interesting.


What would you write if there were no rules or barriers? (epic novels about characters in the Bible, poetry, greeting cards, plays, movies, instruction manuals, etc.)

Movies. Really good, really funny movies. But I don’t think I have much of an aptitude for that style of writing. Maybe I’ll take some classes on it. :)


How does something worm its way into your heart? Through tears, truth, humor or other?

Definitely humor. I love to laugh, and when something or someone makes me chuckle, they’ve found a place in my heart. Books, movies, songs. All of it. If I genuinely laugh, it’s nearly a given that I’ll really love it.


Favorite chore

It’s not that I love sweeping. I just love going barefoot around my house. So when the hard wood floors start to get dirty, I can really tell. It kind of grosses me out. So I love it when they’re clean and swept and barefoot ready.

CREATIVE CORNER:
Frizzy hair, purple scarf and a book – make a scene.

Jill Dalrymple just wasn’t going to finish her paper.

Peeking over the edge of the leather-bound tome propped on the library table, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the handsome man on the far side of the opposite table. He glanced up, blue eyes zinging, and her eyes immediately dropped back to the page in Shakespeare’s collected works. Smoothing her hand over her obnoxious perm, she sighed. How had she ever let her roommate talk her into trying a home perm? Was it 1986 or something?

But the real problem was that she’d never finish her report if she didn’t stop sneaking peeks at Mr. Blue Eyes. Nope, she needed to go back to her dorm room if she was going to get anything done. Packing up her book bag, she hurried toward the door.

“Wait! Wait!”

Heads popped up from behind research books across the wide open library. Several irritated students shushed the commotion, but Jill didn’t stop until she felt a hand on her arm.

Spinning around, she came face to face with the blue eyes she’d been admiring all night.

“You forgot this,” he said, holding out her purple, knit scarf.

“Thanks …”

“Fred.” His s
mile brightened, and their fingers brushed as she took back her scarf. They both looked down at the contact at the same time.

“Thanks, Fred.”

He nodded, his blond hair falling onto his forehead. “See you here tomorrow?”

“Umm …” She brushed her wild hair over her shoulder. “Sure.”


Summary:

Myles Parsons is just another inmate in Kenzie Thorn’s GED course until he kidnaps her, offering only a feeble explanation–that he’s actually FBI Special Agent Myles Borden. Terrified, Kenzie doesn’t want to believe his story of being undercover to protect her. Moreover, she can’t believe that someone might really want her dead.

But just when Myles thinks he has her out of harm’s way, his plans start to fall apart. He attempts to take Kenzie to a safe house—but the stubborn woman won’t go! So together they must uncover the clues that will reveal a most shocking perpetrator. All the while Myles tries to keep his distance from Kenzie … but finds himself falling in love.


My Review:

The Kidnapping of Kenzie Thorn adheres to the suspenseful romane genre -- boy meets girl, sparks fly, hearts burst, some big miscommunication or issue rips the couple apart then comes the longed for happily ever after conclusion. Add the elements of faith or inspiration and you’ve got a Christian romance.

I have to admit that romance isn’t my favorite. I tend to lean a little more toward realism and the issues that wreck budding fictionalized romances often make me crabby. Really. And, no matter how nice it is to hope for, real men rarely speak romance. Romantic suspense is a much better fit for me. That said Liz Johnson has created the classic, must-have romance characters and scenarios but added a few fresh elements that made Kidnapping an enjoyable read. A nice twist or two ramped up the suspense and the ending was very satisfying. Her storyline is creative, her writing is solid and the faith elements are strong.

Those of you who love romance should look further into this novel. Chickens need to be aware of a little intensity and some blood. Non-romance fans may decide to investigate further into it after checking out the story premise.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Scribble and Scrambles ~through my mind's eye...



















































Newest weird obsession.


Texture.

Here are some texture pictures I took during my stay-cation.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Scenes from the State Line...



Lily lounges and Lola checks out the scenery on the Iowa/Nebraska state line.

When they've hoofed it a half mile or so, they began to calm down enough to get a nice sit out of them.









Lily checks out the river. And apparently I'd yelled for them to say "Cheese!" since they are looking very expectantly at me.



I think we hit a perfect and balmy 90 degrees. Then five days later we shivered through the second coldest 4th of July on record. Go figure. They say that if you don't like the weather in Iowa to stick around for 20 minutes because it'll change.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Scribbles and Scrambles ~ Have a Baaaaang Up 4th



Hang in there til the end. This is pretty amazing and relevant....watch the whole thing, you'll see. Ha. Happy Fourth.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Scribble and Scrambles ~ Partly Arty...




I'm feeling like posting some bright and bee-you-ti-ful pictures from the weekend.

Hmmm, possibly a theme?

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Scribble and Scrambles ~Shopping Scenes...Warning....





My friend Kim says I'm eclectic. My friend Michelle says I'm a freak. They probably mean the same thing and I'm taking both as a compliment.


Here are a few scenes from Saturday's shopping marathon.


Notice the adorable kerchief-headed ninnie-muffin. These photos were the alternating views in my rearview mirror.








And let's just say a van containing five females who happen to find kerchief-headed ninnie-muffin hilarious is not a quiet van.




The cup-on-the-head incident pales in comparison to the delirious scarf dance at the store that directly followed the cup-head factory.