
I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas surrounded by family and friends. May your bellies be full (and if needed, sweatpants engaged) and lots of books to read.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas surrounded by family and friends. May your bellies be full (and if needed, sweatpants engaged) and lots of books to read.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone out there in Blog-landia. Its the time of year where we all take a moment and give thanks, for our family, our friends, for our jobs and hobbies. I want to make sure to thank all of the authors who have given me the opportunity to read and review their books over the last year and those who will hopefully let me read their stuff in the future (pretty please?)
Did you know that August is Read-A-Romance Month? Read-A-Romance month was launched in 2013 by the Bobbi Dumas, a romance fan and advocate. As a romance reader, I love the idea of a month dedicated to my favorite genre – i mean, it probably makes up close to 80% of my normal reading load and yet, it still one of the most disregarded and looked down genres out there. People seem to think its ok to look down their noses at those of us who read romance, because its “trash” or “smut”. Regardless of that fact that the romance industry is a billionaire dollar industry when it comes to writing and publishing books. You can read more about the origins of Read-a-Romance month HERE.
I’m looking forward to following the events at the Read-a-Month website, where different authors and bloggers will be participating each day, talking about their passion for romance.
For you romance readers out there, what was the first romance novel you remember reading?
I wasn’t sure if I was going to end up getting a chance to post this or not, because I was waiting for some pictures to show up in my email/facebook (from the little sister/blister). But since they did, I can write this post and wish everyone a Merry Christmas Eve!
When I look back at my childhood/family traditions, there are a few that stick in my memory – spending time with the relatives, long car trips in the middle of summer (since Christmas in Australia is usually hot as hades). But there is one specific one that I look back on that occurred every Christmas Eve while growing up – my mom bring down her copy of Davey and the First Christmas and reading it to us. It is just a simple pop-up book – but one steeped in memories.
Davey and the First Christmas tells the birth of Christ through the eyes of a little boy who lived at the Inn where Mary and Joseph stopped that night. But Davey wasn’t special in any way – he was just a boy, a boy who continually got in the way, with his Donkey, Tim. The book is written as a poem, and its a quick read but I loved reading it every year.
DAVEY AND THE FIRST CHRISTMAS
Beth Vardon
Let’s pretend there was a boy, and Davey was his name,
Whose family lived in Bethlehem when Christmas time first came.
Davey had a special pet–a donkey small and gray,
And what the two of them did best was getting in the way!
Davey named the donkey Tim. He never rode him though.
Either Tim was built too high or Davey was too low!
Davey’s father had an inn where people came to stay;
And lots and lots and lots of them were coming there one day.
His father was as busy as six or seven bees!
So Davey said, “I want to help, can’t I do something, please?
Tim would like to help you, too.
Find a job for us to do!”
“Listen, son,” his father said; “Last week you broke three jugs.
You scared my two best customers with your pet lightening bugs!
You tracked in mud on my clean floor; you tripped and dropped the bread.
And though I loved the fish you caught–why leave them on my bed?
I’ve put up with your helpfulness as long as I am able.
So do me one big favor now, get out–and clean the stable!”
Davey sadly went and stood beside the stable door
It hardly seemed that anyone could clean that dirty floor.
He and Tim both felt so bad they started in to cry–
But then (thought Davey), “Yes, we can! Well, anyhow–let’s try.
First, let’s chase those chickens out. That’s what we’ve got to do.”
So, Tim began to flap his ears while Davey shouted, “Shooooo!”
The chickens clucked and flew and ducked, they fluttered wild and scary,
Until their feather filled the air, like snow in January
Yes, Davey chased those chickens out, He and Tim together.
But now he had to get a sack and pick up every feather!
You should have seen how hard they worked! They stacked up all the wheat,
They straightened up the harnesses until they were nice and neat.
They fought with spiders bravely till they chased out every bug.
And since we must admit the truth–they broke another jug!
The very biggest job of all was stacking up the hay.
Davey climbed up to the loft and put it all away.
Look, Tim, You see how high it is? I’ll make just one more trip.”
Then clear up by the stable roof his feet began to slip!
Down came the hay and Davey, too. The stable looked so queerΛ
All you could see was piles of hay–one sandal, and one ear!
Slowly they came out on top, and Davey didn’t whine,
Though hay stuck out all over him just like a porcupine!
He put the hay all back again and stacked it up with care–
But left one armload down below to fill the manger there.
So Davey’s work was done at last, and when it all looked neat
He picked some flowers to trim the barn, and some for Tim to eat.
“I hope it’s clean enough,” he thought. “At least I did my best.”
And feeling very, very tired, he curled up for a rest.
Who woke up Davey from his sleep? Just guess them if you can.
Mary was the woman’s name; Joseph was the man,
Mary said, “Oh Joseph, look! This is a lovely place!”
Then, seeing Davey there, she said, with shining face,
Your father’s inn had no more rooms; tonight we’re staying here.
So tell me now, are you the boy who cleaned the stable, dear?
And did your donkey help you work? We want to thank him, too.”
Though Davey was still half-asleep, his heart was glad clear through.
So, that is how a little boy two thousand years ago,
Stayed on to hear the angels sing, and see the Star aglow.
As soon as Baby Jesus came to use the manger bed;
Then Davey’s sack of feathers made a pillow for his head.
No one told Davey anymore that he was in the way.
His work had helped get ready for the world’s first Christmas Day!
What Day Before Christmas Traditions exist in your family?
I’d like to introduce everyone to Kristen who will be joining me as a guest blogger here. Kristen is a friend from one of my Goodreads groups (Kindle Smut) and like me loves romance

In Her Own Words:
I am first a mom to my wonderful daughter who is growing up faster than I could have imagined. I am also a wife. I love to read of course. I started out reading things like V.C Andrews. I was hooked on mystery for a long time. I still enjoy a good one every now and then. My taste has changed as I have gotten older not that 31 is old. I also love to take photos, crochet, knit and work jigsaw puzzles. So as you can tell I am a little everywhere. But that’s ok because these are the things that keep me sane.
I hope you make her feel welcome and enjoy her posts π
It’s always a sad day when I have to write a post like this. This morning began like every other Monday, dragging myself out of bed, and getting ready to face the world, then I logged into facebook. The first thing I saw was a notification from Naomi Blackburn, a friend and fellow moderator of our Goodreads Nordic Noir group, with a link to an obituary written in Finnish about James death over the weekend.
It hit home for me, James was not only a genuinely good guy, but he would always talk to you about anything you wanted. It was like he had an insight into your world. A writer, born in Kentucky, but making Finland his home for the last decade, Jim was my first introduction to the genre, Nordic Noir when I randomly picked up his book at the library one day. My review of his book Snow Angels was also one of the first that I featured on my blog when I was launched over three years ago. Not only was Jim such a great guy, but, in a round about way, he introduced me to one of my favorite reading friends, Naomi Blackburn, when we both came across a review written about an ARC of one of his books that was chockful of spoilers. It was a match-made in reading heaven.
I’ll miss his books, I’ll miss his witty commentary in our group, on Facebook and on his twitter but most of all I’ll miss him. As bittersweet as it will be, I look forward to reading the final book in his Kari Vaara series. So everyone take some time today and raise a glass to Jim.
