Men who play multiple instruments.
The effect of World War II on women’s independence.
Torn between two lovers — both the “love them both” and “don’t really love either of them” varieties.
Trans kid athletes.
Complicated sibling rivalry.
Friends betting on whether they’d get together.
Missing kitties. (Don’t worry, the cats came back.)
Marine mammals.
An unfortunate hatred of milk.
Old School Romance From Avon to Zebra
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Voracious reader, book lover, intermittant blogger, audiologist. These things are some of me, but not the sum of me.
Love and Zombies. And books. And infrequent updates.
Reading (mostly) romance books down under
Hidden Depths
Bawdy romcoms with a big ♥.
Reviews, book thoughts and opinions of one omnivorous reader.
The vagaries of my mind, the products of my hands. Not always safe for work.
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Audiobook reviews and book reviews. Occasional opining.
“Miss Bates…had never boasted either beauty or cleverness. Her youth had passed without distinction, and her middle of life was devoted to the care of a failing mother, and the endeavour to make a small income go as far as possible. And yet she was a happy woman..." Emma, Jane Austen
A Willful Woman... 
I’ll apologize in advance for being twelve and snickering at “men playing multiple instruments”
C’mon, you know you can’t go wrong with terrible innuendo here. 😁
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I am very happy to hear the cats came back. That’s very important!
For once, I have recurring themes of my own, if you’ll indulge me sharing!
People remarking something is “lowering”
Class war/ drastic disparity
Values clashes with surprising resolutions
Awesome! I don’t think I’ve ever inspired someone else to play before.
The cats must definitely come back. We had one missing in our neighborhood and the neighbor texted me to let me know it had come back and there was much rejoicing amongst me and my friends who frequently visit for walks and were keeping their eyes open.
My heart was broken in Ireland by a cat who didn’t come back. I still wonder what happened to the little guy.
I’ve always wanted to play, but usually my reading is erratic enough that none of the books have anything in common even over the course of a month. Ok, well, most months there’s at least “fascists” on account of antifa efforts on my part. But posting “theme: fascists, again.” every month wouldn’t be very fun at all. XD
Not fun, but definitely on brand. 😁
I had a cat who didn’t come back in Manhattan when I was 12ish. Came home from a summer in California and my poor mom had to tell me. 💔
The last cat love of my life was run over but at least we found her and got to bury her instead of wondering.
I like to think the Irish cat was swept up by the grandchildren of the putative lord of the manor where I was working, as kitty disappeared after one of their visits.
My mom always liked to think of my cat as roaming the alleys and terrorizing the neighborhood. I think I’d rather he just found another home.