<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664199041434615850</id><updated>2024-11-01T02:40:23.047-05:00</updated><category term="Gabriel Inferno review"/><category term="Gabriel&#39;s Inferno"/><category term="Julia Mitchell"/><category term="Sylvain Reynard"/><category term="romance book"/><category term="romance book review"/><title type='text'>Mimosas and Math</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mimosasandmath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664199041434615850/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mimosasandmath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lee M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12969914372457682867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6VNLo62_N5EZimA3qMyQqyYLKlqNrhGelH1v1n5R5VdhGiE3ZS2ay5HEz_rNFMbsUh7BXKi99Cv3x37dz1kLt_gFXQb9kWz8lvetAoxmbuX72-trQ4_EtRdL3-i5AdM/s220/2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664199041434615850.post-8600928277818056065</id><published>2013-11-05T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2013-11-05T18:30:00.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel&#39;s Inferno: Ch 3: Julia needs a life coach. STAT. </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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When we last left off, Julia had just
realized she&#39;d left a note that called her professor an ass under his
door, on the day he found out his mother had passed away. Seriously,
how does Julia not have an anvil drop on her head every time she
walks outside? At this point I almost feel bad calling her out for
being so weak willed and painfully clueless...but that will pass. 
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Jules decides she&#39;s going to buy some
liquor, write a heartfelt apology to Rachel (her friend whose mother
passed), and spend the day remembering Grace. Finally Julia does
something relate able. I&#39;m not saying get drunk every time you have a
bad day (because you would probably be drunk most work weeks), but
life works differently in college. If you drink all the time it&#39;s
called being an undergraduate or surviving your Master&#39;s degree. When
you drink all the time in the real world it&#39;s called alcoholism. 
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Learn the difference. 
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And then, because she just can&#39;t help
it, Julia somehow morphs Grace passing into being about her.
Narcissism has no limits, y&#39;all. You know what DOES have limits? My patience. 
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&lt;i&gt;She stood in front of the Prada
store, envisioning the one and only time Rachel had taken her
shopping for couture shoes. Julia still had those black Prada
stilettos, tucked in a shoebox in the back of her closet. They&#39;d only
been worn once, on the night she&#39;s been betrayed, and although she
would have loved to have destroyed them like she destroyed her dress,
she couldn&#39;t. Rachel had bought them for her  as a homecoming
present, having had no idea what Julia was actually coming home to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We better find out
that Julia&#39;s ex-boyfriend was Dexter-ing the shit out of some people
and she walked in on it or something along those lines. I&#39;m going to
be irate if it turns out he broke up with her because they were both
moving in different directions after graduation and she&#39;s still
railing on him. 
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Julia stops
thinking about herself long enough to cry about Grace in front of the
Chanel boutique. If I were a Chanel shopper (I&#39;m not), and I saw some
woman weeping in front of the store it would freak me out. Not
because I&#39;m insensitive, but because I would assume her credit cards
had been declined and she would go from teary mess to plotting death
by stilettos in the snap of a manicured finger.  
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&lt;i&gt;Julia walked back to her apartment
slowly and began to beat herself up for having been a bad surrogate
daughter, a lousy friend, and an insensitive twit who didn&#39;t know
better than to check a scrap of paper to see if it was blank before
she left it behind with her name on it for someone whose beloved
mother had just died. &lt;/i&gt;
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Congrats, Jules.
The first step is recognizing you have a problem. Now work at it.
There&#39;s a huge difference between recognizing you have a problem and
doing something about it. 
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&lt;i&gt;Julia was surprised that The
Professor hadn&#39;t had her dismissed from the program on the spot.
Perhaps he remembers me. &lt;/i&gt;
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Jules, his mother
just passed away. If he didn&#39;t recognize you in class, then he&#39;s not
going to know the difference between you and the Starbucks barista he
makes cry on his way to work. You&#39;re not even on his radar. 
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When Professor
Emerson returns to campus two weeks later, he has Julia summoned to
his office for the much dreaded meeting. Emerson spends the
twenty-four hours he has between scheduling his meeting with Julia
and her arrival at his office terrorizing every mouth breather in the
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Paul has a meeting with Emerson before Julia does. On his way out of
the office, Paul asks Julia on a date. KNOWING the Professor she
inadvertently insulted (in writing) on the day his mother died is
waiting to discuss her academic future with her, Julia blushes and
twitches and writes her number on a scrap of paper for Paul. She does
this while mentioning her cell phone in the same sentence. Why the
eff wouldn&#39;t she would just text him? Julia uses troll logic. That&#39;s
why. Throughout the few chapters I&#39;ve read so far, Julia has
mentioned her eagerness to do well in school. Then she does this
-ish. #YOLO. 
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Julia enters the
office knowing that she&#39;s in trouble and what does she do? She
notices how attractive Emerson is. Well that&#39;s good. That&#39;ll give you
something to think about when you&#39;re applying for minimum wage jobs
because you were kicked out of your program in under a month. 
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“&lt;i&gt;I expect an answer when I ask you
a question. Surely you&#39;ve learned your lesson by now?” He studied
her quickly, then glanced back at the file in his hands. “Perhaps
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“&lt;i&gt;It&#39;s Professor Emerson,” he
snapped. “Doctors are a dime a dozen. Even chiropractors and
podiatrists refer to themselves as &#39;doctors&#39;”  → &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Julia
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“&lt;i&gt;Would you stop fussing with that
ridiculous abomination of a bag and sit in a chair like a human
being?” → &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Julia&#39;s satchel
broke and she was trying to collect her things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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worse when Emerson pulls out a condolence card Julia sent along with
some flowers to the funeral. 
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Emerson wastes no
time dismissing her from the program. He&#39;s all “GTFO and TTYN”
and Julia just sits there stunned. 
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Of course it&#39;s raining when Julia walks
home. Of course she&#39;s wearing a white, thin shirt and has no
umbrella. Actually, I can&#39;t shade her for this. I&#39;ve had something
similar happen to me twice. I always forget to bring an umbrella with
me and it blows when you&#39;re &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;girl
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Sue so I bet she still looks good. Like Victoria&#39;s Secret model good. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;It was all over. Now she would have
to return to Tom&#39;s little house in Selinsgrove in disgrace...and &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;he&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;
would discover that and laugh at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;They&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;
would laugh at her together. Stupid Julia. Thought she could leave
Selinsgrove and make something of herself. It was all over now, at
least for this academic year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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A Jaguar pulls to the side of the road and a voice tells her to get
in. This makes Julia curious. 
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But of course it&#39;s Professor Emerson and Julia does accept the ride.
I bet she does. 
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1. Emerson Freaky Fridays with someone charming like Hugh Jackman and
Julia gets with him then. 
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2. A spine for Julia. 
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Once upon a time there was a beautiful
princess....just kidding she&#39;s a poor college student. Lol, can you
imagine Princess Jasmine slumming it with peasants in Econ? Didn&#39;t
think so. But speaking of peasants, the book opens with our resident
heroine, Julia Mitchell, spacing out in class and being verbally
bitch slapped by her professor for doing so. 
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Our literary hero, Professor Gabrielle
Emerson, captures Julia&#39;s attention by saying such gems as:&lt;/div&gt;
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“&lt;i&gt;I expect an answer to my
question, Miss Mitchell, If you&#39;d care to join us.” His voice was
glacial, like his eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“&lt;i&gt;Is English your first language?”
He mocked her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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“&lt;i&gt;Since Miss Mitchell seems to be
carrying on in a parallel seminar in a different language, perhaps
someone would be kind enough to answer my question?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;
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Wow. No wonder she
has to have him. Don&#39;t be ashamed if your clothes fell off reading
that dialogue guys. I usually need to leave the room when someone
starts talking to me like trash. Not because I&#39;m humiliated or trying
to keep from throwing my drink in their face, but because I need to
find a pair of replacement pants for the ones that just mysteriously
fell off my body. 
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Naturally, there&#39;s
a token raven haired skank anxious to step in and answer whatever
question the Professor asked. Based on the book&#39;s narration, the dark
haired woman all but dry humps Emerson&#39;s leg  while speaking in
fluent Italian to answer him. Take note readers: that&#39;s how classy
bitches do it – they speak a foreign language while marking their
territory.&lt;/div&gt;
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This seems oddly
familiar:&lt;/div&gt;
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Back to Julia, who
creepily keeps being referred to as “rabbit”. I mean...this book
is supposed to be erotic. I might be in the minority here, but
reading a grown woman being called something as childlike as rabbit
is like literary birth control for me. It makes me want to put more
clothes on. I&#39;m only on page nine and she&#39;s been called rabbit
multiple times and seems to have the personality of a trauma
survivor. 
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;“The
young woman opened her mouth minutely and closed it, staring into
those unblinking blue eyes, her own eyes wide like a frightened
rabbit”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt; “All eyes shifted back to the
frightened rabbit, whose skin exploded into crimson as she ducked her
head, finally escaping the professor&#39;s gaze.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt; The frightened rabbit blinked back
tears as she continued scribbling, but mercifully she did not cry. &lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;...a small square of folded paper
appeared on top of the frightened rabbit&#39;s Italian dictionary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m
reading this book on my e-reader so there might be a page discrepancy
if you have a paperback version, but on my version she&#39;s called
rabbit four times on page nine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;alone. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Plus,
did she just get back from &#39;Nam or something? What is she so scared
of? He&#39;s a dick professor, not a man wearing a hockey mask and
carrying a machete on the prowl for topless co-eds. &lt;/span&gt;
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Luckily for our gal
Jules, the guy sitting next to her is a regulation hottie and he
thinks she&#39;s &lt;strike&gt;having some kind of breakdown right there in front of him&lt;/strike&gt; girlfriend material. Hottie&#39;s
name is Paul and he takes pity on Jules by slipping her a note
stating:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emerson
is an ass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Julia reacts by
flushing (two pink clouds on the curve of her cheek), by smiling (not
enough to show teeth, though), and raising her large eyes shyly.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Professor
notices Julia isn&#39;t in a constant state of terror and calls on her
again. Good thing Paul is there to save the day, because &lt;strike&gt;Bella&lt;/strike&gt; Julia is too busy biting her lip to answer Emerson&#39;s question
again. Julia is working on her master&#39;s degree mind you. I “get”
being shy, but how did she survive earning her undergraduate degree
if she has a coronary every time she&#39;s called on in class? MIT should
be studying her because it&#39;s a miracle she&#39;s still alive at this
point. See also: Xanax. 
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Julia Mitchell:
college survivor.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;The
first chapter ends with “the frightened rabbit”
(seriously...that&#39;s what she&#39;s called..again) trembling as the
Professor orders her to see him in his office after class. &lt;/span&gt;
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I would hope it&#39;s
to give her a pamphlet on finding help for her obvious inability to
cope with the outside world, but sadly I feel pretty confident it&#39;s
just so he can emotionally break her down more. Who said romance was
dead? 
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