Noah White White itibaren Saint-Rémi, QC, Kanada itibaren Saint-Rémi, QC, Kanada

Cats & dogs, bunnies & skunks are drawn like smudges on the page. I'm always impressed by illustrations that look like they were haphazardly painted in one stroke. Wish my sad imitations at art could look that effortless and have that much character. The scene with the thunderstorm did the best job of transporting me back to the farm where I worked for summers in college. I miss how you could watch the storms come and go and feel like you were moving with them. Favorite Quotes: Even the clouds seem to make sound as they bump across the sky. When she shucks the ears of corn, they squeak.

Well, well, well. Queen Betsy is at it again. Sorry to say there's no shoe shopping in "Undead and Unwelcome", MaryJanice Davidson's latest. However, Betsy and Sinclair DO learn a bit more about werewolves and BabyJon...and Betsy's sister, the daughter of Satan. Sound funny? Oh, the whole series is a side-splitter. Picture a self-absorbed, shoe-loving, fairly normal, not-so-bright, teetering-on-30 woman. She goes out on her birthday, has a horrible time, gets hit by a car, and wakes up a vampire--not just any vampire though. Oh no, she's the prophesized Queen of the Vampires! Has this changed Betsy? Uh, nope. She's still self-absorbed, still loves a shoe sale more than anything, still has more stereotypical 'blonde moments' than are good for her, and still hangs out with her best friend from way back. But the last two years HAVE seen some changes: she's now married to hunky Sebastian, found a sister she never knew about (yes, the one who turned out to be the daughter of Satan), accidentally bit a friend, cured a werewolf who couldn't change, and many other exciting and zany adventures you'll just have to read about. Why do I enjoy this series? It's vampires without the angst. I mean, Queen Betsy is the antithesis of angst...unless we're talking knock-off shoes. The series is a bit sillier than Charlaine Harris' 'Sookie Stackhouse' and maybe I just like the fact that reading about Betsy's antics and though-processes makes me feel like a genius. I laugh, I shake my head at Betsy, and I laugh some more. How can that be bad?