A Book Review: A Discovery of Witches

It’s kind of a miracle that I managed to get any reading done this week, let alone finish a book.

With the summer Olympics on, I’m basically a a TV watching zombie.  It’s not doing good things for my sleep schedule and I don’t think I’ve been able to have any conversations that didn’t involve Michael Phelps and the women’s gymnastics team all week.  But I digress.

This book is for those of us who read Twilight and said, “are you kidding me?” Those of us who only made it through 3 and a half of the 4 books.  Those of us who still don’t know how the story ends and don’t even care.  Bella ends up cheating on Edward with a vampire who directs movies, right?

A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness is, on the surface, the story of a witch and a vampire who fall in love.  But it’s so much more complex, well written and ahem, juicier than Twilight, so don’t tune out just yet, okay?

I’ll admit, there were some moments where it verged on cheesy but overall, this book is pretty captivating.  The plot is unique and Harkness does such an amazing job developing the characters.  By the end of the book, I felt like all the characters were old friends.  Err, except maybe I don’t want to be friends with any of the more bloodthirsty characters.  Pun totally intended.

The main character is Diana Bishop, a witch whose family history goes back to the Salem Witch Trials and who has denied her magical genes all her life.  And her love interest is a 1500-year-old vampire whose had a friendship with just about every noteworthy historical figure you can think of.  I just love the historical aspect of the story and the way Harkness is able to weave past and present together flawlessly.

Harkness brings such an imaginative and fantastical feel to a story set it in the present.  It’s not easy to write a book about vampires, witches and daemons living in 2012, and not come across as kitschy.  Deborah doesn’t do it perfectly, but she comes closer than most.  Just don’t get me started on the ending.

Best of July

We have three July birthdays in my family.  And one of them is my own.  I’m destined to love July.  Your birthday month is always your favorite, right?

It’s hard for me to say goodbye to my favorite month, but I’ll send it off with a round up of my favorite moments.

Foster the People at Red Rocks.

Easily, one of my favorite concerts ever.  Easily.  I think it was a combination of having a holiday the next day, being at Red Rocks, amazing-sounding music and vodka lemonades.  Mostly the vodka lemonades.

The 4th of July.

Nothing says summer like pie on the 4th of July.

Despite being so hungover I had to walk my 10K, my nephew telling me, “I don’t like you” and almost all the firework shows being cancelled because Colorado is a hot dry mess, I had a pretty happy 4th of July.

Birthdays.

 My brother’s, mine and my mom’s, respectively.  

I don’t have any family members with birthdays in August.  It’s going to be a boring month.

Red Velvet Cake.

What can I celebrate next that gives me an excuse to eat my mom’s red velvet cake??

The Beach Boys.  At Red Rocks.  On my birthday.

Need I say more?


I won’t even tell you how often I watch the videos I took during “God Only Knows,” “California Girls,” “Barbara Ann” and “Surfin’ USA.”  And I definitely won’t tell you how out on control my dancing was during that last one.  Luckily, Joey kept the camera on the stage…

Moonrise Kingdom.

I might have done a good amount of complaining when Joey made me see this movie.

And then I loved it.  Like really loved it.

This.


My name is Lauren Dorsey, but Fern Dordey is much much funnier.  And this caused everyone to call me Fern for the rest of the week.  I’m doing myself a disservice by posting this and jogging everyone’s memory.

And this.

 Totally unplanned and totally great.

The Boulder Farmers’ Market.

Two years ago, I basically went to the Farmers’ Market every single Saturday.  It got old.  And so did the heat, dogs, strollers and crowds.  Last year I cut back and this year, I think I’ve only been twice.  Which makes it all the more fun when I actually do go.

When the lady at the pupusa tent points out which drinks are “heavily caffeinated” and which aren’t, you better believe I’m reaching for that first kind.  And grabbing breakfast at Mod Market, of course.

Brainard Lake 

Although actually this is Miller Lake, and it’s gorgeous.

And this is what you look like before trouncing through puddles and being hailed on for 20 minutes.  I don’t think we need to see what we looked like after.

Now that July is coming to an end, I’m basically over summer.  Okay, I won’t say over summer, but I will say I’m starting to look forward to boots, sweaters and overdosing on pumpkin-flavored things.

So long, July.