AN UNCOMMON WHORE

   I love to tease my favorite authors with idle threats of gathering (or even creating) thousands of adoring minions who will beg shamelessly, in unison, for this or that sequel, or another book set in such and such world. Imagine my surprise when it was pointed out to me by my delightful friend Jo that I actually had a forum to do just that! I won't assult your eyes with print versions of the raucous sounds that emitted from me in the form of squeals. Joy! Rapture!! I had power,and could gather minions!
   Which brings us to why Belinda McBride is has her lovely fingerprints all over my blog today. Heh. I put them there. Because she's brilliant. Because even sick as a dog with strep I can't stop myself from rhapsodizing about this novel, urging every person I know to read it. Okay, you say, I get that you love the book. What makes you think I will?
   A very good question. I fortunately had an answer that I believe will more than suffice to answer it.
   From the very first scene in a seedy bar, on a planet no-one really wants to live on, Ms.McBride slid me seamlessly inside her character, allowing me to see the world through his eyes. That is rare, and precious. How often do you get to see anything completely from someone else's perspective, and have it feel natural? Not very bloody often. That same ease follows throughout the entire story. During wildly sitting on the edge of your seat biting your nails and trying through force of will to move the characters to a safer spot scenes it's there. During those lava-lava-burning-hot gimmee-gimmee more gotta have it baybee scenes it's there. It's there, and it makes the book so wonderful you'll want to weep when it's over, even though you'll have loved the ending. You'll want to cry because it's over and you have to leave Belinda's world.
   And then you'll run, panting and screaming through the cyberworld until you find her chat group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BelindaMcBride/ and you too will begin to beg, shamelessly for a sequel. Like Pringles for some, Godiva chocolate for others, you'll find that one will never be enough when Belinda McBride writes about an uncommon whore.