Posts Tagged ‘Irish’

NEW REVIEW Karen Victoria Smith’s Dark Dealings

Friday, June 1st, 2012

In Karen Victoria Smith’s urban fantasy, [amazon-product text=”Dark Dealings” type=”text”]B007Z9DEEI[/amazon-product], the mystical world overlaps reality through sabotage, murder and magic. Investment banker Micaela O’Brien has spent her entire life trying to forget the day her parent’s plane exploded over northern Dublin leaving her to explain how she was the sole survivor of the tragic event. Left under the care of her grandmother, Micaela quickly learned that she was not like her friends for she had visions and understandings that went well beyond her youth. After years of tamping her visions down, even convincing herself that they may have been caused by something medically wrong, she has learned to live her life without the nightmares and visions that plagued her youth.

That is until the deal of a lifetime brings everything back. Not knowing who to trust, Micaela is left to turn to the one thing she denied herself all these years, her visions.

Smith’s writing is spot on. Her characters are well thought out and developed and she reveals just enough about the players without giving too much of the story away. At first there does seem to be an influx of characters in the beginning of the story but Smith handles the character development well, quickly fleshing out a spot for each of the main characters in the reader’s head. I quickly came to understand and feel for Micaela as she fought for clarity and safety as her visions returned and her world was threatened by an unknown villain.

I would have liked to know more about her parents. They seem to have been highly respected and regarded in her grandmother’s Druid community, but the details about the explosion and how Micaela survived it (and what that meant) were few. It’s mentioned a few times in regards to her gift and legacy but never exactly what happened or why she survived.

I appreciated the different layers of story telling Smith infused into her work. Suspense, action, magic, mystery, all with a dash of romance, created an extremely well written story about a woman discovering her true path in life. Smith’s voice is strong and seasoned and I highly recommend this book to anyone who is interested in the urban fantasy genre.

What Do Non-Irish People Do On St. Patrick’s Day?

Thursday, March 17th, 2011

We drink, duh.

Before I continue with my post you’re probably a little confused about the above statement in reference to the title. You’re most likely thinking, “She’s not Irish? But she has red hair?” And a temper so watch it.

No, ladies and gentlemen, I’m not Irish, there is no Irish in me no matter how red my hair gets. Growing up I almost started hating this holiday because people would look at me and just question how a “sweet little red head like me isn’t out celebrating her nation’s holiday.”

Ok, one, I’m American, my nation’s holiday is July 4th. Second, there are more redheads born in Scotland than any other place in the world. And that people, is where some of my heritage lies. Actually, I’m more Polish than anything. (Halupkis anyone? Pierogies? No? Good, more for me.)

However, I just learned some good news today while reading all the articles published about Ireland, the Irish and this holiday that gives us an excuse to drink. (Yeah, I know, who needs an excuse to drink? Psh.)

Today I learned that the patron Saint of Ireland, the man who started it all, St. Patrick is actually…are you ready? He was Scottish. You heard me. Now put down your green beer and listen.

He was born in the year 387 in Kilpatrick, Scotland. He was kidnapped by Irish raiders and was forced to be a shepherd. His name was Maewyn Succat (have fun pronouncing that one) until it was changed to Patricius, or Patrick, when he entered the church.

So, there you have it. I feel vindicated. I feel like I can now enjoy this holiday like everybody else. I know you’re probably thinking that there are millions of non-Irish people out there pretending to be Irish and wearing those silly little “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” buttons, but I could never do it. I felt like a fraud.

But no longer! I will no longer pretend to be something I’m not, even though I never would, but still, not the point. What is the point you ask? I honestly have no idea. I saw that bit of information, got excited and decided to post.

I will say that no matter what your heritage is, where you come from or where you live, today is the day where we all get the chance to drink green beer (which to me is just weird) and say stupid things about getting lucky (which has its moments).

Even before I knew what the land of my great grandmother played in the raising of the great St. Patrick I celebrated the only way I knew how. I drank. (Of course, I didn’t start this type of celebration until I was of age. cough)

So here is the way Sparky and I will be celebrating tonight. For those of you who follow me on Twitter you’ll probably note that we celebrated this past Saturday and again last night after we attended a Guinness beer dinner. And before you go on thinking that I’m talking about something weird and kinky, I’m not.

Yes, its the Irish Car Bomb (I didn’t name it so don’t fill my comment section about Irish history and whatnot) Its a half a pint of Guinness, in which you drop a shot glass that contains half Jameson whiskey and half Bailey’s Irish Cream. Drop the shot glass in the pint and chug. Don’t take your time, the contents of the shot glass are known to curdle. Admit it, before that last sentence you were interested. Honestly, it doesn’t curdle instantly, just if you let it sit. Just saying.

So, I bid you farewell and please be careful and responsible whether your celebrations include the drink above or anything else of the Irish variety.

I’ll leave you with an Irish proverb sent to Sparky from a coworker and friend, who, with the last name of O’Hara, is very Irish, seriously.

In life, there are only two things to worry about— Either you are well or you are sick. If you are well, there is nothing to worry about, But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about— Either you will get well or you will die. If you get well, there is nothing to worry about, But if you die, there are only two things to worry about— Either you will go to heaven or hell. If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about. And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends You won’t have time to worry!

Lá Fhéile Pádraig

(Happy St. Patrick’s Day)