  I'm giving Medusa the Moonlight Dancer Award. I did feature Medusa during the Blogger Book Fair, but I really wasn't able to do it justice. It is amazing what Sasha Summers' did with this age-old myth. In its entirety, here is my review off Amazon: An Epic Love Story First off, Sasha Summers' did her homework. The tale stays true to the myth, but the love story is new. How is that possible? You'll have to read the book to find out. The human daughter of Phorcys, Medusa lives a life of servitude to Athena and longs to be free. Strikingly beautiful, Poseidon wants her for his own. (I never knew there was a myth that said Medusa was beautiful so I learned something, too.) Instead, Medusa falls in love with Artison, her guard. Once she gains her freedom it is to him that she runs. Artison is as good a hunk as it gets and you immediately see how Medusa is drawn to him. The Gods play with the couple, creating conflict after conflict. You will ache for Medusa's innocence and cheer when the protagonists get what they deserve. The romance between Artison and Medusa is epic in nature, beautifully portrayed, filled with passion, and oh so touching. I recommend this book to anyone who loves an epic love story. Medusa will pull at your heart strings. You won't put the book down until it is finished. Even if you're not into myths, Medusa echos some of the greatest love stories ever told. Blurb: It's said love can change a person. Medusa wasn't always a monster... Medusa is ruled by duty, to her Titan father and the Goddess Athena. She's no room for the tenderness her warrior guard, Ariston, stirs. When Olympus frees her from service, her heart leads her into the arms of the guard she loves... and curses her as the creature with serpent locks. Ariston goes to war with a full heart... and dreadful foreboding. He learns too late of the danger Medusa faces, alone, and a Persian blade sends him into the Underworld. But death, curses, nor the wrath of the Gods will keep him from returning to her. Poseidon will use Greece's war to get what he wants: Medusa. He does not care that she belongs to another. He does not care that she will be damned. He is a God, an Olympian, and she will be his. If you are in the mood for a love story, Medusa is it. The novel will make your heart sing, your stomach drop, and in the end, leave you misty-eyed. I can say with confidence that Sasha Summer's is, without doubt, a gifted story-teller. One of the rare few that will leave you asking for more.  And you thought I was going to review another steamy novel. Nope. This is my niece Halley. She's up for the Little Princess contest. You can vote for her here: http://www.facebook.com/StorytimePhotography by just clicking 'like'. In addition, for those of you moved by my angst at the cost of medical prescription coverage, I did discover that Kaiser has a patient assistance program. If you are in need, visit member services and they will set you up. Especially if your rx's are in the thousands of dollars range. Also, Merck has patient assistance, too.  This is where I live. Isn't it pretty? Not at 107 it isn't. It's hot, plain hot, as my friend Bobby would say.
I figured I'd spend the day or rather, the night--not the whole night--just until it cooled down some, on the lake. My daughter-in-law bought this really pretty blueish fingernail polish and I wanted some for my own. So I went shopping and picked up this polish that ended up being glitter, but it was pretty so I painted my toenails, put on my bathing suit, grabbed my husband, brother, and his wife, Lindsey, and headed to the boat. We got there just as the sun was sinking and the stars were coming out. I jumped into the water and paddled around, using my life vest as a floatee. My husband joined me and just as I began to relax, I floated onto my back and saw my toenail polish sparkling in the light. A couple of years ago while my husband and I were swimming by the island, a cute little perch swam up and bit his nipple. No reason, I guess the fish thought it looked like a tasty bit of flesh. My husband yelped so loud you would have thought a great white was in the water. So there I am, gazing at my sparkling toenails. The first thing that came to mind was fishing, then bass, then large mouthed bass, then plugging, using green worms with glitter. Damn! I shot out of that water so fast it made me dizzy. I looked over the side of the boat, staring at the water, taking the jeers of my compatriots. Still, I didn't get in. Somethings are best left alone. And my toes are one of them. *hugs* Louann Comments are closed.
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