{"id":157,"date":"2008-07-14T07:57:00","date_gmt":"2008-07-14T13:57:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sherrythomas.com\/blog\/2008\/07\/14\/lisa-kleypas-richard-burton-nora-roberts-sherry-thomas-and-julia-quinn-in-bangalore\/"},"modified":"2012-02-18T08:21:26","modified_gmt":"2012-02-18T14:21:26","slug":"lisa-kleypas-richard-burton-nora-roberts-sherry-thomas-and-julia-quinn-in-bangalore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sherrythomas.com\/blog\/2008\/07\/14\/lisa-kleypas-richard-burton-nora-roberts-sherry-thomas-and-julia-quinn-in-bangalore\/","title":{"rendered":"Lisa Kleypas, Richard Burton, Nora Roberts, Sherry Thomas, and Julia Quinn in Bangalore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=\"MsoNormal\">I realize that, with the exceptionally generous quote Lisa Kleypas gave me, every word I say about her could be construed as deliberate bum-kissing.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>And I\u2019m perfectly at peace with that.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I\u2019ve met Lisa Kleypas, bum-kissing her is no task at all, figuratively or literally.<o:p><\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p><\/o:p>But it was also a fact that when I picked up my ARC of Blue-Eyed Devil to take with me on my trip of <st1:place st=\"on\"><st1:country-region st=\"on\">India<\/st1:country-region><\/st1:place>, I didn\u2019t remember that she\u2019d given me a quote.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Not out of ingratitude, that\u2019s just how my brain functions\/malfunctions from time to time&#8211;I can be relied upon to forget just about anything for some period of time.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">No, the reason I picked up BED was because I\u2019d been reading books with various supernatural\/paranormal aspects, and I wanted a straight comtemporary.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I packed it in my backpack and took it with me on the plane journey.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>But oh boy, Emirates Airline has the most awesome in-seat consoles and entertainment system.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I did not stop watching movies and TV shows long enough to read anything other than the menus.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p>  <a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvPMVfqP-I\/AAAAAAAAAFo\/tWqxbllrMaI\/s1600-h\/blue%2Beyed%2Bdevil.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvPMVfqP-I\/AAAAAAAAAFo\/tWqxbllrMaI\/s200\/blue%2Beyed%2Bdevil.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996003701538786\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">So it was in my first few jetlagged days in <st1:city st=\"on\"><st1:place st=\"on\">Bangalore<\/st1:place><\/st1:city> that I read BED.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I\u2019d started reading it at the end of 2007, right after I finished reading Sugar Daddy.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>But then, because BED featured a battered woman as the heroine, and I have this huge problem reading about injustice, I stopped after a while when the heroine, after escaping her evil husband, finds herself with a cruel female boss.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">But in <st1:city st=\"on\"><st1:place st=\"on\">Bangalore<\/st1:place><\/st1:city> the second half of the book went zooming by.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>It was hot.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>It was intense.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>It was satisfying.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>And it was such a treat.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Every time I read a contemporary of Lisa\u2019s, I feel I get this privileged glimpse into her beautiful soul&#8211;she writes with such compassion and wisdom and understanding of human nature.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p> <a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvR3AqUA6I\/AAAAAAAAAF4\/wD89DHgaO4M\/s1600-h\/tinkle.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvR3AqUA6I\/AAAAAAAAAF4\/wD89DHgaO4M\/s200\/tinkle.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222998935866704802\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><st1:city st=\"on\"><st1:place st=\"on\">Bangalore<\/st1:place><\/st1:city> has a reputation as a good place to be for readers.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>We came across three very good used book stores.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>At the first one, which was sort of a hole in the wall that was packed floor to ceiling, we bought comics (Tintin, Asterix, Tinkle Digest) for Senior Kidlet. We also bought a copy of <i style=\"\">Arabian Nights <\/i>that was still in its plastic wrap.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Senior Kidlet enjoys folklores and such, so we thought <i style=\"\">Arabian Nights<\/i> would be perfect.<span style=\"\">  <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Soon, however, he complained that he couldn\u2019t read the thing.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>So I opened it to take a look at what was the problem.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>And this was what I came across:<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">\n<blockquote><p>&#8230;when the woman said to the Barber\u2019s second brother, \u201cDoff thy clothes,\u201d he rose, well-nigh lost in ecstasy; and, stripping off his raiment, showed himself mother-naked.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Whereupon the lady stripped also and said to my brother, \u201cIf thou want anything, run after me till thou catch me.\u201d<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Then she set out at a run and he ran after her while she rushed into room after room and rushed out of room after room, my brother scampering after her in a rage of desire like a veritable madman, with yard standing terribly tall.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">It seemed we\u2019d inadvertently bought some old, High-Victorian translation, possibly Richard Burton\u2019s.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I read certain pages aloud to my husband, \u201cyard standing terribly tall\u201d and all, and laughed my head off.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">While we were still at the bookshop, I took a picture of the romance section.<span style=\"\">  <\/span><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SH0DaEFjDCI\/AAAAAAAAAGI\/CfI0sXU7EDI\/s1600-h\/IMG_1477.JPG\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SH0DaEFjDCI\/AAAAAAAAAGI\/CfI0sXU7EDI\/s400\/IMG_1477.JPG\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223334889128135714\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SH53Dhj4B6I\/AAAAAAAAAGQ\/wlGwzK6N-fI\/s1600-h\/devils%2Bcub.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SH53Dhj4B6I\/AAAAAAAAAGQ\/wlGwzK6N-fI\/s320\/devils%2Bcub.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223743520228509602\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">I thought it was not bad at all.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>But then a few days later, my sister-in-law, my husband, and I took our four collective children to bowling.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>Once they were settled in a lane, I left to check out a used-magazine shop we\u2019d seen on the way.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>But right outside the bowling place was another used book store, this one much bigger and with several walls of romances (alas, I wasn\u2019t carrying my camera). <span style=\"\">  <\/span>I bought Devil\u2019s Cub by Georgette Heyer, which I\u2019d heard good things about\u2014they had a good few stacks of Georgette Heyer books.<\/p>\n<p>  <a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvPWh7vSwI\/AAAAAAAAAFw\/n1Uf_HYG3l8\/s1600-h\/italians%2Bcinderella%2Bbride.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvPWh7vSwI\/AAAAAAAAAFw\/n1Uf_HYG3l8\/s200\/italians%2Bcinderella%2Bbride.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222996178839227138\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">I did remember the used magazine shop.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I was hoping to come across some old copies of <i style=\"\">Lucky\u2014<\/i>an interesting guilty pleasure, as far as guilty pleasures went, since I hardly ever shop&#8211;but what I did come across was more fun.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>A rack of Mills and Boon for 99 rupees (approx $2.50) each!<span style=\"\">  <\/span><span style=\"\"> <\/span>I happily picked up a new one by Lucy Gordon, The Italian\u2019s Cinderella Bride.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">During the time we were in <st1:city st=\"on\"><st1:place st=\"on\">Bangalore<\/st1:place><\/st1:city>, my sister-in-law took us and the kids to various places where the kids could have fun.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>But one day we decided to take a break from the fun.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>The kids stayed home to play with each other and my wonderful sis-in-law made a beauty appointment for me with a lady who worked out of her own home in the same apartment complex.<\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">My beautician, Poonam, turned out to be a huge fan of Nora Roberts\u2019 straight contemporary romances.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>She showed me her stash of NR romances and lamented that she had more NR books than did her lending library.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>So I was able to boast to her of having stood next to Nora Roberts in an elevator in <st1:city st=\"on\">Dallas<\/st1:city>, and not just any elevator, it was a darn long ride to come down from the top of the <st1:place st=\"on\"><st1:placename st=\"on\">Reunion<\/st1:placename> <st1:placetype st=\"on\">Tower<\/st1:placetype><\/st1:place>.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>I remembered Nora started to say \u201cHail Mary, Mother of God.\u201d<span style=\"\">  <\/span><span style=\"font-family:Wingdings;\"><span style=\"\">J<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\"><o:p> <\/o:p><\/p>\n<p> <a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvSRBwV9jI\/AAAAAAAAAGA\/uhWeVW3y5wY\/s1600-h\/smallpa.png\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;\" src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_Pe1iAq-tH98\/SHvSRBwV9jI\/AAAAAAAAAGA\/uhWeVW3y5wY\/s200\/smallpa.png\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222999382837032498\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p class=\"MsoNormal\">Since I told her that I wrote too, Poonam very naturally asked me if she could find my books in <st1:city st=\"on\"><st1:place st=\"on\">Bangalore<\/st1:place><\/st1:city>.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>And I wasn\u2019t too sure.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>A fan in <st1:country-region st=\"on\">India<\/st1:country-region> had written me and she\u2019d purchased her copy from Walden Books in <st1:city st=\"on\"><st1:place st=\"on\">Hyderabad<\/st1:place><\/st1:city>.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>There were no Walden Books in <st1:city st=\"on\">Bangalore<\/st1:city>, so the good husband took it upon himself to call Landmark Bookstore, a big chain, and reported that while Private Arrangements was not physically available in the <st1:city st=\"on\">Bangalore<\/st1:city> location yet, copies of it had been received at their central warehouse in Gurgaon, outside <st1:city st=\"on\"><st1:place st=\"on\">Delhi<\/st1:place><\/st1:city>.<span style=\"\">  <\/span>So\u2026woot!  I&#8217;m in available in Bangalore<\/p>\n<p>And why Julia Quinn?  Well, she was in Bangalore too, as evidenced by this mysterious <a href=\"http:\/\/dearauthor.com\/wordpress\/2008\/06\/19\/opinions-needed-on-blogging-during-rwa\/#comment-165276\" class=\"broken_link\">comment<\/a>.  Now I&#8217;ll have to track her down at Nationals so that I&#8217;ll know exactly what she was doing there.  \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: rgb(51, 51, 255);\">And of course this is way too late (because <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bettiesharpe.com\/\">Bettie Sharpe<\/a> kept me up all night and then busy all day&#8211;hehe) but the Smart Bitches are doing a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.smartbitchestrashybooks.com\/index.php\/weblog\/comments\/mmmm-delicious-arcs\/\">giveaway of 5 Delicious ARCs<\/a>.  It ends early morning on July 15th.  But even if you can&#8217;t make it by the deadline, you should still go over to check out the comments of what special delicacy would make people become very, very, very friendly with whomever brings that particular dish.  I plan to.  \ud83d\ude42<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I realize that, with the exceptionally generous quote Lisa Kleypas gave me, every word I say about her could be construed as deliberate bum-kissing. And I\u2019m perfectly at peace with that. I\u2019ve met Lisa Kleypas, bum-kissing her is no task at all, figuratively or literally. 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