DAY DREAMER by Jill Marie Landis

DAY DREAMER by Jill Marie Landis, (c) 1996. Okay this is an old hot and heavy historical romance, the likes of which I haven’t read in quite a while. 20 year old Celine Winters is living in New Orleans. She grew up an orphan of a prostitute and a gypsy. Her guardian Persa, a fortune teller took over her care after her mother died. Like many Gypsies Celine has the second sight and all she has to do is touch someone to see into their past. One day a male client kills Persa because of what she saw in his past, and then tries to kill Celine also but she gets away and stumbles in the path of a wealthy run away Irish girl and she ends up marrying the man the girl was supposed to wed in an arranged marriage. Now Celine is on her way to the est Indies with her new husband Cordero Moreau. This proves to be an interesting read.

THE GINGER TREE by Oswald Wynd

THE GINGER TREE by Oswald Wynd, 1977. This isĀ  twenty-year-old Mary MacKensie’s story, and it takes place in 1903 Scotland and later in Peking where the British in Peking are scandalized my Mary’s adulterous affair with a young Japanese nobleman. Later she is turned out of her European community in Peking and separated from her small biracial daughter. This is a story of a woman’s hardship in a land where woman are barely tolerated, and Westerners even less. This novel spans 40 years of Mary’s life including two wars and the 1923 Tokyo earthquake. This book was turned into a PBS Masterpiece Theater presentation, and I never watched it! Foreign NOTE: This book was written in a journal type format and that is my least favorite book format, I’m not enjoying it like I hoped I would. NOTE: Here’s a sample of the male author writing from a woman’s point of view, First page, first paragraph. Here’s the sample: “January 9th, 1903 I was sick yesterday on my birthday, after not having been sick crossing the Bay of Biscay and even in the storm off Malta. It seems silly to have been sick in a little sea like the Red Sea, but when I did get to the deck at sunset, to escape from Mrs. Carswell’s groaning, the Second Officer came up beside me at the rail and said that I had been unwell because of the ground swell from Somalia. He said that many people who can stand up to all sorts of bumping and knocking about in storms are unable to stand up to a heavy ground swell. He is quite a nice man, though he must be thirty at least. He has very big hands. Too big. I did not tell anyone it was my birthday yesterday, not even Mrs. Carswell. She was being sick, too, much worse than me.” NOTE: I suppose he’s a half decent writer, perhaps I should read the book after all. NOTE: Well I gave it a good try, but I just can’t seem to get into this book. I’ll get new ones from the library tomorrow.

NOTE: I didn’t finish this book! I just couldn’t get into it!