Enough with the whinning already!!!

Today I'd been trying so damn hard to wade through Unbreak My Heart to the end before giving up. Sadly, it was an attempt to no avail 'cause I only managed to finish more than half of the book. Man! What is this trend of moaning and moaning about grief or how miserable their life had been or how unfair life was pages after pages without reprieve in fiction these days? There was this other book which was even worse when the hero did nothing other than pouring out his sad, sad life with his mother and family to basically strangers in the defense of being used to those therapies where you are left with no privacy at all for your life. It's as if the guy was begging for attention and pity. Eww! I don't care if the book was highly rated or not, but with such a no back-bone hero, I could not get on with the story; I ended up dropping it. Ah, I remember, it's Saugatuck Summer. That's the name of the book I was describing above. 
To be fair, Unbreak My Heart isn't too bad, so I may revisit it to finish the mission. I guess I'm just tired of all those grieving things and no plot progress. The guy, Brett, kept asking the other guy, JT, to wait 'cause he couldn't handle any love interest at the moment. Brett moped all the time. And JT, seriously guy, if you don't have to guts to love, then don't. JT needed a guarantee that Brett must reciprocate his interest before he decided to go for it. What the...??? So if Brett was still in his mourning phase and wasn't able to snap out of it, you would simply leave him alone there to face his devil? What a dedicated lover you are, JT! Besides, they'd known each other for, I suppose, more than a month or so. And JT remarked that the wait had been long. Well, I probably might have got the time wrong, but it wouldn't be over three months of their acquaintances, and I say it's still damn short to know someone, let alone falling in love with another person who'd lost someone dear to his heart. 
Anyway, Unbreak My Heart isn't repulsive to me. It's just sort of tiresome, at least for me at the moment. Besides, I've noticed myself reading mostly books abstinent of sex these days. I might not have much interest in erotic fiction which had almost zero substance, but I'm not exactly looking for clean romance or something. Nay, vows of chastity ain't for me *wink*. LOL :)) 

Just Between Us...5 Stars for YOU...

Reading Just Between Us now. A pretty good book. I think I've grown fond of J.H. Trumble's writing. But this is one angsty book. It deals with the heavy HIV issues. I'm still in the middle of it, so I have no idea how it's going to end. I hope everything will turn out well enough, because when it concerns HIV, there's guaranteed to be no HEA. Just face it! Even the most unrealistic novel can not cure that disease. Or at least, for now. I sure hope some genius researchers will one day find out treatments to cure HIV, Cancers and Diabetes... for good. I hate it when those terminal diseases are looming over our lives. Yeah, yeah, I know what you want to lecture me. We have to be grateful for what we have. But should I be grateful for those deadly diseases unwelcomely forced upon us? We never asked for it. I'm just a little human. I can't understand divine machination on fates. I'm just blind to it and, to be honest, I have no desire to know it, either. 
Sh**! I think I'm gradually becoming an angry person. 
Okay! Let's get past this undesirable topic I happened to be raging on and go back to where we were discussing. Trumble's stories seem to end on a compromising note. It's what happened in Where You Are. If you've read that book, you'll know what I meant.

Courting Morrow Little is a FAILED attempt...

Finished Courting Morrow Little today. Such a strange name! Anyway, I gave it four stars. Alright enough, but not so good. The book is full of contradictions. Morrow Little was said to be oblivious to her beauty, but the way she acted, I'm not so sure she wasn't aware. One moment she was fearing Major McKie, an unpleasant military man; not so long later, I found her dreaming of the man. Oh, and she fell in love with the Indian man, Red Shirt, whom she'd hated for a good 8 years or so very quickly, too. Then she knew in her heart that she loved him; yet she told her father she wanted to marry another man, Robbie Clay, a settler. Poor Robbie. He asked her to marry him, not forced her to do that. But she acted as though he held a knife against her Pa's throat and threatened her into marriage. Shortly later, because of Morrow, Robbie was forced to enlist and sent straight to the front attack, hence he died immediately since the guy was a farmer, not a soldier. Well, at least that got Morrow to mourn for him for a few brief moments (which lasted for about one or two sentences.) I swear she was relieved beyond measure. A few days after her marriage with Red Shirt, also after her Pa's funeral, Morrow was thinking non-stop about bedroom activities with Red Shirt. I guess it's ok if it's just that; but the problem is it was constantly emphasizing on her innocence over such matters, and yet I found her just short of begging Red Shirt to take her right there and then. What part of it is innocent??? Hmm, the more I think about it, the less favorable it seemed to me. Perhaps I'll change it to three stars. (Edit. I did change the rating to three stars. Sorry, four stars is too good for you.)
It's such a pity to give a book low rating when you obviously was intrigued by the plot, loved the setting and liked some of the characters such as Morrow's Pa, Red Shirt, Joe and Good Robe...But the thing is I hated the heroine, Morrow Little. Laura Frantz wanted to create an epitome of goodness, innocence, strength and beauty out of Morrow, but in my opinion, it failed miserably. She tried to pack too much contradicting qualities in one person and the failed attempt backfired. Otherwise, it would have been an excellent read.