TV, Reading, History, and Giggling shamously over male anatomy jokes

Eh, with new tv series popping up, I may have to ditch Smallville - which had potential this season but is really not clicking for me. I am bored during it and my attention wanders. (Yes, you are probably asking yourselves why this didn't happen sooner, but hey I have widely eclectic taste and moody in regards to my cultural habits.)

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Bored at lunch, even after taking brief walk, and killing myself with a chai latte that had something in it that did not agree with my tummy - I decided to check out Elizabeth Peters online. Couldn't check out lj - because it was unavailable again. Annoying. I don't care what people say - I still blame the video games. Either that or server upgrades. This wasn't happening to me before the video games popped up. Anyhow regarding Elizabeth Peters, aka Barbara Michaels, and in reality Barbara Mertz, who has been writing since 1964 and has more books than I can count published - I realized something. Or rather I figured out why I have 0 interest in the Amelia Peabody books - it is more or less the same reason I had little interest in the Star-Gate series, I'm not into Egyptology.

( why I am not crazy about Egyptology and the Middle Ages )

Anyhow, this new book (okay old book - was published in 2008, but new to me) - is hilarious. Perfect blend of romance, mystery, adventure and witty banter. No sex though - Peters doesn't do sex. She sidesteps it or lets it happen off-stage. Sort of like reading The Thin Man. Fine by me - reading graphic/explicit sex gets sort of boring after a bit, I prefer the witty banter.

Here's a sample from the Vicky bliss mystery Laughter of Dead Kings by Elizabeth Peters (where she apparently decides to tempt me into reading her Amelia Peabody series by connecting it to her Vicky Bliss series...):

The sound of voices woke me from a dream that featured the head of Tutankhamon gibbering at me and demanding to know what I had done with his penis.

Or

"That eliminates one motive for stealing the mummy. There was nothing of value left on it."
"No. His penis was missing too."
"Enough about bloody Tutankhamon !" John sprang to his feet.
Men are so touchy about that particular part of their anatomy.


Hee! I've been giggling throughout this book. And yes, I am still reading Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, which lacks humor. Witty - it's not. Although the journalist style reminds me a great deal of Michael Crichton's Andromeda Strain - which I rather like.

Eh, it's late and I obviously can't figure out where to do the lj-cut on this one. Oh well. Here's to a tolerant flist? ;-)