Posted in 2016, September

Blog Tour: Gemina By Amy Kaufman & Jay Kristoff

Gemina (The Illuminae Files, #2)Gemina by Amie Kaufman

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book was so much better than Illuminae!!! (If you can believe that?)

I was a little disappointed to find different main characters in this installment. But, I quickly fell in love with them just the same. Our friends from Illuminae do make slight cameos from time time as they are mentioned in the book but have no way near the big part as they did before.

This book was just as massive as the first but in the same format became a quick read. Once you start, you will not be able to stop!!! It’s that good! There was more of a science fiction vibe to this one instead of a whole lot of romance which any sci-fi fan will adore.

I cannot even go into details on the storyline found inside of the book for I do not want to release any spoilers…. but just know….If you loved Illuminae….Then you will love this one better!!! Pick it up…it will not disappoint!

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Thanks to Random House Children’s Books for the review copy in exchange of an honest review!

Until Next Time….



Posted in 2016, September

Roald Dahl 100 Anniversary Blog Tour: Matilda Review

MatildaMatilda by Roald Dahl

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I have watched the movie of Matilda on numerous occasions and I LOVED it! So I couldn’t wait to jump right into this book!

I do not usually read MG chapter books but this one was thoroughly enjoyable and I giggled incessantly while reading!

Matilda gets into all kinds of trouble in the book, so much more than the movie! The one person that I have come to loathe while reading is Mr. Wormwood, he is a horrent individual! I am so glad that Matilda had put him through the ringer!!

This book comes highly recommended to children whom have a love of crazy antics and would like a case of the giggles!

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The Reader of Books

It’s a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

Some parents go further. They become so blinded by adoration they manage to convince themselves their child has qualities of genius.

Well, there is nothing very wrong with all this. It’s the way of the world. It is only when the parents begin telling us about the brilliance of their own revolting offspring, that we start shouting, “Bring us a basin! We’re going to be sick!”

School teachers suffer a good deal from having to listen to this sort of twaddle from proud parents, but they usually get their own back when the time comes to write the end-of-term reports. If I were a teacher I would cook up some real scorchers for the children of doting parents. “Your son Maximilian,” I would write, “is a total wash-out. I hope you have a family business you can push him into when he leaves school because he sure as heck won’t get a job anywhere else.” Or if I were feeling lyrical that day, I might write, “It is a curious truth that grasshoppers have their hearing-organs in the sides of the abdomen. Your daughter Vanessa, judging by what she’s learnt this term, has no hearing organs at all.”

I might even delve deeper into natural history and say, “The periodical cicada spends six years as a grub underground, and no more than six days as a free creature of sunlight and air. Your son Wilfred has spent six years as a grub in this school and we are still waiting for him to emerge from the chrysalis.” A particularly poisonous little girl might sting me into saying, “Fiona has the same glacial beauty as an iceberg, but unlike the iceberg, she has absolutely nothing below the surface.” I think I might enjoy writing end-of-term reports for the stinkers in my class. But enough of that. We have to get on.

Occassionally one comes across parents who take the opposite line, who show no interest at all in their children, and these of course are far worse than the doting ones. Mr and Mrs Wormwood were two such parents. They had a son called Michael and a daughter called Matilda, and the parents looked upon Matilda in particular as nothing more than a scab. A scab is something you have to put up with until the time comes when you can pick it off and flick it away. Mr and Mrs Wormwood looked forward enormously to the time when they could pick their little daughter off and flick her away, preferably into the next county or even further than that.

It is bad enough when parents treat ordinary children as though they were scabs and bunions, but it becomes somehow a lot worse when the child in question is extraordinary, and by that I mean sensitive and brilliant. Matilda was both of these things, but above all she was brilliant. Her mind was so nimble and she was so quick to learn that her ability should have been obvious even to the most half-witted of parents. But Mr and Mrs Wormwood were both so gormless and so wrapped up in their own silly little lives that they failed to notice anything unusual about their daughter. To tell the truth, I doubt they would have noticed had she crawled into the house with a broken leg.

Matilda’s brother Michael was a perfectly normal boy, but the sister, as I said, was something to make your eyes pop. By the age of one and a half her speech was perfect and she knew as many words as most grown-ups. The parents, instead of applauding her, called her a noisy chatterbox and told her sharply that small girls should be seen and not heard.

By the time she was three, Matilda had taught herself to read by studying newspapers and magazines that lay around the house. At the age of four, she could read fast and well and she naturally began hankering after books. The only book in the whole of this enlightened household was something called Easy Cooking belonging to her mother, and when she had read this from cover to cover and had learnt all the recipes by heart, she decided she wanted something more interesting.

“Daddy,” she said, “do you think you could buy me a book?”

“A book?” he said. “What d’you want a flaming book for?”

“To read, Daddy.”

“What’s wrong with the telly, for heaven’s sake? We’ve got a lovely telly with a twelve-inch screen and now you come asking for a book! You’re getting spoiled, my girl!”

Nearly every weekday afternoon Matilda was left alone in the house. Her brother (five years older than her) went to school. Her father went to work and her mother went out playing bingo in a town eight miles away. Mrs Wormwood was hooked on bingo and played it five afternoons a week. On the afternoon of the day when her father had refused to buy her a book, Matilda set out all by herself to walk to the public library in the village. When she arrived, she introduced herself to the librarian, Mrs Phelps. She asked if she might sit awhile and read a book. Mrs Phelps, slightly taken aback at the arrival of such a tiny girl unaccompanied by a parent, nevertheless told her she was very welcome.

“Where are the children’s books, please?” Matilda asked.

“They’re over there on those lower shelves,” Mrs Phelps told her. “Would you like me to help you find a nice one with lots of pictures in it?”

No, thank you,” Matilda said. “I’m sure I can manage.”

From then on, every afternoon, as soon as her mother had left for bingo, Matilda would toddle down to the library. The walk took only ten minutes and this allowed her two glorious hours sitting quietly by herself in a cosy corner devouring one book after another. When she had read every single children’s book in the place, she started wandering round in search of something else.

Mrs Phelps, who had been watching her with fascination for the past few weeks, now got up from her desk and went over to her. “Can I help you, Matilda?”

“I’m wondering what to read next,” Matilda said. “I’ve finished all the children’s books.”

“You mean you’ve looked at all the pictures?”

“Yes, but I’ve read the books as well.”

Mrs Phelps looked down at Matilda from her great height and Matilda looked right back up at her.

“I thought some were very poor,” Matilda said, “but others were lovely. I liked The Secret Garden best of all. It was full of mystery. The mystery of the room behind the closed door and the mystery of the garden behind the big wall.”

Mrs Phelps was stunned. “Exactly how old are you, Matilda?” she asked.

“Four years and three months,” Matilda said.

Mrs Phelps was more stunned than ever, but she had the sense not to show it. “What sort of a book would you like to read next?” she asked.

Matilda said, “I would like a really good one that grown-ups read. A famous one. I don’t know any names.”

Mrs Phelps looked along the shelves, taking her time, She didn’t quite know what to bring out. How, she asked herself, does one choose a famous grown-up book for a four-year-old girl? Her first thought was to pick a young teenager’s romance of the kind that is written for fifteen-year-old school girls, but for some reason she found herself instinctively walking past that particular shelf.

“Try this,” she said at last. “It’s very famous and very good. If it’s too long for you, just let me know and I’ll find something shorter and a bit easier.”

“Great Expectations,” Matilda read, “by Charles Dickens. I’d love to try it.”

I must be mad, Mrs Phelps told herself, but to Matilda she said, “Of course you may try it.”

Over the next few afternoons Mrs Phelps could hardly take her eyes from the small girl sitting for hour after hour in the big armchair at the far end of the room with the book on her lap. It was necessary to rest it on the lap because it was too heavy for her to hold up, which meant she had to sit leaning forward in order to read. And a strange sight it was, this tiny dark-haired person sitting there with her feet nowhere near touching the floor, totally absorbed in the wonderful adventures of Pip and old Miss Havisham and her cobwebbed house and by the spell of magic that Dickens the great story-teller had woven with his words. The only movement from the reader was the lifting of the hand every now and then to turn over a page, and Mrs. Phelps always felt sad when the time came for her to cross the floor and say, “It’s ten to five, Matilda.”

During the first week of Matilda’s visits Mrs Phelps had said to her, “Does your mother walk you down here every day and then take you home?”

“My mother goes to Aylesbury every afternoon to play bingo,” Matilda had said. “She doesn’t know I come here.”

“But that’s surely not right,” Mrs Phelps said. “I think you’d better ask her.”

“I’d rather not,” Matilda said. “She doesn’t encourage reading books. Nor does my father.”

“But what do they expect you to do every afternoon in an empty house?”

“Just mooch around and watch the telly.”

“I see.”

“She doesn’t really care what I do,” Matilda said a little sadly.

Mrs Phelps was concerned about the child’s safety on the walk through the fairly busy village High Street and the crossing of the road, but she decided not to interfere.

Within a week, Matilda had finished Great Expectations which in that edition contained four hundred and eleven pages. “I loved it,” she said to Mrs Phelps. “Has Mr Dickens written any others?”

“A great number,” said the astounded Mrs Phelps. “Shall I choose you another?”

Over the next six months, under Mrs Phelps’s watchful and compassionate eye, Matilda read the following books:

Nicholas Nickleby by Charles Dickens

Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

Gone to Earth by Mary Webb

Kim by Rudyard Kipling

The Invisible Man by H.G. Wells

The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemmingway

The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

The Good Companions by J.B. Priestley

Brighton Rock by Graham Greene

Animal Farm by George Orwell

It was a formidable list and by now Mrs Phelps was filled with wonder and excitement, but it was probably a good thing that she did not allow herself to be completely carried away by it all. Almost anyone else witnessing the achievements of this small child would have been tempted to make a great fuss and shout the news all over the village and beyond, but not so Mrs Phelps. She was someone who minded her own business and had long since discovered it was seldom worth while to interfere with other people’s children.

“Mr Hemingway says a lot of things I don’t understand,” Matilda said to her. “Especially about men and women. But I loved it all the same. The way he tells it I feel I am right there on the spot watching it all happen.”

“A fine writer will always make you feel that,” Mrs Phelps said. “And don’t worry about the bits you can’t understand. Sit back and allow the words to wash around you, like music.”

“I will, I will.”

“Did you know,” Mrs Phelps said, “That public libraries like this allow you to borrow books and take them home?”

“I didn’t know that,” Matilda said. “Could I do it?”

“Of course,” Mrs Phelps said. “When you have chosen the book you want, bring it to me so I can make a note of it and it’s yours for two weeks. You can take more than one if you wish.”

From then on, Matilda would visit the library only once a week in order to take out new books and return the old ones. Her own small bedroom now became her reading-room and there she would sit and read most afternoons, often with a mug of hot chocolate beside her. She was not quite tall enough to reach things around the kitchen, but she kept a small box in the outhouse which she brought in and stood on in order to get whatever she wanted. Mostly it was hot chocolate she made, warming the milk in a saucepan on the stove before mixing it. Occasionally she made Bovril or Ovaltine. It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English Village.

Follow The Tour

September 5 – Peace Loves Books – Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Excerpt
September 5 – The Compulsive Reader – Danny, The Champion of the World Review
September 5 – The Starry Eyed Revue – James and The Giant Peach Review
September 6 – Ex Libris Kate – The Witches Review
September 6 – Lost In Lit – The Witches Feature – Revisiting The Witches as an adult
September 7 – Cozy Reading Corner – Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator Excerpt
September 7 – The Plot Bunny – The Magic Finger Review
September 7 – Lilli’s Reflections – The Twits Excerpt
September 8 – The Irish Banana – Matilda Review
September 8 – Ticket To Anywhere – Danny, The Champion of the World Excerpt
September 8 – Cuddlebuggery – Quentin Blake’s Illustrations of Roald Dahl‘s Books Feature
September 8 – Beth Fish Reads – Going Solo Review
September 9 –  Ravenous Reader  The BFG Excerpt
September 9 – Paper Cuts  The Giraffe, the Pelly and Me Excerpt
September 9 – The Lovely Books – The Witches Excerpt
September 9 – A Glass of Wine – James and the Giant Peach Excerpt
September 10 – Novel Novice – George’s Marvelous Medicine Excerpt
September 10 – YA Bibliophile – Fantastic Mr. Fox Review
September 10 – Watercolor Moods – The Magic Finger Feature – Collage
September 10 – Cracking The Cover – The Magic Finger Feature – Short Review and History
September 11- Jessabella Reads – Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Review
September 11- Who R U Blog – Charlie and the Glass Elevator Feature – Trivia
September 12 – Belle of the Library – The Twits Review
September 12 – Book Mania Life – George’s Marvelous Medicine Review
September 12 – The Book Swarm – Danny, The Champion of the World Excerpt
September 12 – Book Belles – James and the Giant Peach Feature – Book to Movie
September 12 –  Alexa Loves Books – Matilda Feature – Style Files
September 13- Roald‘s birthday! – Brittany’s Book Rambles – Matilda Excerpt
September 13 – Roald‘s birthday! – Mundie Kids  The BFG Review
September 13 – Roald‘s birthday! – Read Now Sleep Later – Boy Excerpt
September 13 – Roald‘s birthday – Consumed By Books – Matilda Excerpt
September 13 – Roald‘s birthday – I Am A Reader – James and the Giant Peach Excerpt
September 13 – The Novel Life – Lessons that Roald Dahl has taught me feature
September 13 – The Book Rat – Esio Trot Excerpt
September 14 – Belle’s Bash – The BFG Excerpt
September 14 – WinterHaven Books – Esio Trot Excerpt
September 14 – A Book and A Latte – The Magic Finger Excerpt
September 14 – Hello Chelly – Matilda Feature – BookBags
September 14 – Loving Dem Books – Youtube Feature
September 15 – Writing My Own Fairy-Tale – George’s Marvelous Medicine Review
September 15 – The Book Bandit -The Giraffe, and the Pelly and Me Review
September 15 – Hopelessly Devoted Bibliophile – Esio Trot Review
September 15 – Coffee, Books and Me – Top Ten Reasons You Should Read Roald Dahl‘s Books
September 16 – Undeniably Book Nerdy – Boy Review
September 16 – Supernatural Snark – James and the Giant Peach Review
September 16 – My Friend Amy – Going Solo Excerpt
September 16 – The Quiet Concert  Danny, the Champion of the World Review
September 17 – Book Briefs – Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator
September 17 – Andi’s ABCs – Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Feature – ABCs
September 17 – Just Another Rabid Reader – The Magic Finger Review
September 17 – Adventures of Cecelia Bedelia Roald Dahl Feature – Food Feature
September 18 – Bumbles and Fairy-Tales – Matilda Feature – Reading With Dad
September 18 – Addicted 2 Novels – Esio Trot Review
September 18 – Pure Imagination – Fantastic Mr. Fox Excerpt
September 18 – Green Bean Teen Queen – What Roald Dahl Means To Me Feature
September 19 – Bookiemoji  The Witches Excerpt
September 19 – Shooting Stars Blog – Roald Dahl Feature – Etsy Products
September 19 – Nightly Reading – Matilda Review

Until Next Time…



Posted in 2016, September

CGSwap August 2016 Unboxing!!

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Posted in 2016, Book Tours, September

Blog Tour: The Possibility of Somewhere by Julia Day

The Possibility of SomewhereThe Possibility of Somewhere by Julia Day

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This book reminded me a whole lot of Eleanor & Parke by Rainbow Rowell. I really did not enjoy that particular one but this book definitely was more enjoyable for me. If you are a Rainbow fan than you should pick this one up!

What I loved:

The Characters!
I really enjoyed Eden’s snark and the way she did not care what anyone thought of her. Also, the fact that she tried to take care of her family and worked so hard to get a head in life so that she wouldn’t have to struggle later. She is definitely an awesome character!

Ash was pretty awesome himself too! He was kind of straight forward with Eden and told her just how it is. He also worked very hard and is a boy that others should admire.

My favorite character would have to be Mundy. She could totally fit in with the popular girls but chooses to befriend Eden whom is an outcast. I really enjoyed how she was “take charge” and made Eden come out of her shell.

The Crush
I really enjoyed that Eden and Ash were kind of enemies in the beginning and how that had shifted somewhere throughout time. Both were able to pin point exactly when their relationship changed and it was so sweet that they were able to be open and honest with each other from the get go!

What I didn’t like:

Eden’s Dad
He wanted to keep her home and was trying hard to hold her back from college for his own selfish reasons and used her for his own personal gain with his boss.

I also am not crazy about Eden’s bio Mom, Heather. I mean who just up and leaves their kid without an explanation?

Trailer Park
The fact that just because Eden lived in a trailer park that meant she was trash. I am glad that some were able to see past the label!

Would I recommend?


Thanks to the publisher for the review copy!

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An Exercise in Probabilities

My normal dress code was designed to keep me invisible, but today I made an exception. I wore a teal shirt (stolen
from my dad) over jeans that had only been owned by me. I fin- ished off with my best sneakers, freshly bleached.
After yanking my hair into a ponytail, I grabbed my back- pack, charged out of my bedroom, and screeched to a halt in the den. The trailer smelled like toast and bacon. Why?
I crossed to the table and stared down at the plate of food wait- ing there.
My stepmom came out of the kitchen, holding two mugs of coffee. She offered one to me.
I took it as my backpack slid to the floor with a thud. “You made me breakfast?”
She laughed. “I’ve done this before.”
“When I was nine, maybe.” The bacon looked like it had been fried to crispy perfection. I parked my butt on the chair and snagged a slice. “What’s the occasion?”

Her smile wobbled. “It’s the first day of your last year of high school.”
Oh, damn. She was going to get emotional on me. This day must remind her that I’d be gone in a few months. It wouldn’t be a good idea to act all happy about escaping town soon. Better change the mood fast. “Breakfast is amazing. You can repeat it whenever you want.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She set her mug on the table and pointed at my ponytail. “Can I do something special with your hair?”
Clearly she wanted to, so sure. “That’d be great.”
While I finished my toast, she twisted my hair into a thick French braid. It took only a couple of minutes before she pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “There you are, sweetie. Now go on, or you’ll miss the bus.”
“Okay.” I stood, gave her a quick hug, and slung my backpack over one shoulder. “Thanks, Marnie. For everything.”
The bus dropped us off fifteen minutes early, something that would never happen again. I went straight to my first-period class. AP English Lit with my favorite teacher.
“Morning, Ms. Barrie,” I said.
She didn’t look up from her computer. “Hello, Eden.”
I slipped into a desk in the back row and watched as my class- mates trickled in.
My next class would be statistics, although it had been a re- cent change. I’d realized in middle school that college was my best route out of Heron, and I wouldn’t get to college without serious scholarships. So I’d mapped out my high school curriculum in
seventh grade, picking each course to maximize my GPA. Every- thing had gone according to plan until three weeks ago, when I’d switched to a different math class and elective. The decision had seemed bold at the time. Now, it felt crazy.
After English, I dropped by my locker and arrived late for second period. With nervous anticipation, I smiled at my statis- tics teacher and turned toward the back.
“Wait, Eden. Sit there.” Mrs. Menzies gestured at an empty seat on the front row.
I paused, looking from the desk to her. She eyed me steadily, a challenge in her expression.
Did she expect me to argue with her? I certainly wanted to. Swallowing hard, I took my seat.
“All right, everyone. I’m glad that you’ve chosen to take Advanced Placement Statistics . . .”
I tuned out what she said, too annoyed to listen to whatever welcoming remarks she had for us. They would be on her sylla- bus anyway. I was consumed with shrugging off how much it bothered me to sit in the front with a dozen pairs of eyes behind me. Were they watching me? Probably not, but I didn’t like that it was a possibility.
Even deep breaths betrayed me, because they filled my head with the soapy-clean, spicy-cologne scent of Ash Gupta. Why did Mrs. Menzies have me sitting next to him?
“. . . you’ll have one group project and one individual assign- ment due each week . . .”
I glanced at her. Group projects already? Was that why we had assigned seats?
“. . . that’s it for now. Form into your teams. I’ll hand out your first project.”

The sounds of dragging chairs and laughing voices filled the room. I checked around. Was I the only one who didn’t know what to do?
Ash was looking at me, pained resignation on his face. “You’re with us, Eden.”
I dragged my desk into the circle beside him. There were five of us in the group. Upala and Dev were Ash’s friends. A built-in alliance. They would vote as a bloc even if I could get the last guy on my side.
The next few minutes blurred into the rhythms of a project team pretending to become cohesive. I didn’t join in, listening instead to Ash control the discussion and watching as Mrs. Men- zies went from group to group, dropping off a large bag of M&Ms, several paper bowls, and the project sheet. When she finally arrived at our circle, she described what she wanted and then gave me a hard stare.
“I want collaboration from everyone.”
Message received—although it was unnecessary. I participated when it mattered. Reaching for the M&M bag, I filled a bowl and began separating the candies by color. An exercise in probabilities. “Before we go any further,” Ash was saying, “we should pick
a leader for the team. How do we want to choose?”
“Might as well cut the bullshit, Ash,” I said without looking up. “You want the job. No one’s going to fight you. Just take it by acclamation.”
Silence greeted my speech. I glanced at him. His gaze held mine for a second before he frowned at his notebook, picked up a pen, and began drawing tiny perfect squares, one after the other. I looked at the rest of the team. Upala and Dev glared at me but didn’t disagree with my suggestion. Probably hated that it had come from me, though.

About Julia Day

JULIA DAY lives in North Carolina, halfway between the beaches and the mountains. She 320375has two twenty-something

daughters and one geeky old husband. When she’s not writing software or stories, Julia enjoys traveling with her family,

watching dance reality shows on TV, and dreaming about which restaurant ought to get her business that night.


Until next time…

XOXO, Heather

Posted in 2016, September

This or That Book Tag

Another tag!

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I saw this tag done by Shruti over at This Is Lit. Go on over and check out her blog!

This tag was originally created by Ayunda over at Tea and Paperbacks.

Reading on the couch or in the bed?

In bed!!! I only get to read at night right before bed, so my husband watches TV and I read!

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Male main character or Female main character?

I love female main characters so much more! I feel like I can identify with them so much better!

Sweet Snacks Or Salty Snacks?

Both! Don’t they go hand in hand?

Trilogies Or Quartets?

I love a good trilogy. Three books and done!

First Person POV Or Third Person POV?

FIRST PERSON!!! I crawl inside the head of the character and we become one while reading:-)

Reading At Night Or In The Morning?

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Night, definitely at night…BUT…sometimes, I will read on a Saturday before anyone else wakes up

Libraries Or Bookstores?

BOTH!! I love owning my own books but if there is something that I am dying to read and I do not have the funds…you bet I will borrow from the library!

Books That Make You Laugh Or Books That Make You Cry?

Cry, I love me a good sappy story.

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Black Book Covers Or White Book Covers?

Actually, I prefer colorful book covers! I love the covers with bright and pretty colors!


Character Driven Or Plot Driven Stories?

hmm, I think it depends on the book! If I enjoy the characters, then definitely character driven but if it is a mystery/thriller. Than plot driven. That was a hard one!

I am not going to tag any one specific person, instead…


Please let me know if you choose to take on this tag!

Until next time…

XOXO, Heather


Posted in 2016, August, blog tour

Blog Tour & Giveaway: Wait by AL Jackson


This series is meant for mature audiences over the age of 18 due to language and content.

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About The Book

ALJackson-WaitBookCover5x8_BW_HIGHFrom NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel…

She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.

Edie Evans is gorgeous.



She’s also the definition of off-limits.

But that didn’t stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night.

But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too.

The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again.

Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.

Austin Stone is dangerous.



He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again.

It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him.

Our desire is overpowering.
Our need unrelenting.

She is my hope.
He is my weakness.

We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.

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“Meaningful. Mesmerizing. Magnificent…5 but should be 10 beautiful, broken, brilliant, and imperfectly perfect stars .” Karen, Bookalicious Babes Blog

“A beautifully written story about broken hearts and unshakable longing, about second chances and third chances and a whispered hope for a happily ever after. Intensely felt on every level, Edie and Austin’s story will own you.” Vilma, Vilma’s Book Blog

“Beautiful. Sexy. Dripping with tenderness. I felt the emotion in this story all the way to my toes.” Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author

“6 Stars – ‪Wait is equally devastating and beautiful! A.L. Jackson has a way of pouring words onto a page that makes you crave every piece of a story.” Molly McAdams, NYT Bestselling Author


My Review

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is the first book in the series that I have read. I was able to follow along, but I did, at times feel that I may have missed out on something important in the books that had come before. It did not stop me from enjoying the book and I did feel compelled to keep reading.

The author’s writing is somewhat poetic and at times you feel as if you are reading something written in verse. This was a great use of words when conveying certain emotions and thoughts from each of the characters which really gives the reader insight into their internal thoughts and feelings.

I enjoyed both the main characters of Edie & Austin. At times though, I felt like Edie was a coward that blamed her actions on Austin. She took the easy way out and ran instead of facing her fears head on. I loved Austin and felt for him in so many ways. The torment that he dealt with on a daily basis inside his own head was excrutiating!

The ending was totally worth it and it was kind of explosive! So much happens all at one shot! I loved the way the author wrapped things up and even had given us a cute prologue to show what happens with these two in the future.

I really enjoyed this book and am in the process of looking into books 1-3, I would love to see more of AL Jackson’s writing and more of the characters that she has created!

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“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head.

I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it.

Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back.

But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification.

Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door.

My girl.

In my bed.

Wearing just her panties and my shirt.

An angel I wanted to dirty.

I always had.

Love was messy like that.

All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length.

A fool thinking it might be enough.


God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight.

Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick.

Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me.

My breaths were coming short.

Panted and hard.

I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body.

A soft, soft gasp.

I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind.

Just another part of this fantasy.

Until I heard the small thump against the wall.


I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me.

Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before.

Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed.

It was just a little sliver that left me exposed.

But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall.

She stared right back at me.

And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again.

Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do.

But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south.

Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train.

Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room.


She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together.


My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”




About AL Jackson

aljacksonphotoA.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.

Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.

If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.

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Posted in 2016, August

Reader Confession Tag

Another tag that I saw from Kayla over at kdrewkthebookworm! I was never much into tags but lately….I have been having more and more fun with them!

1. Have you ever damaged a book?

I have never damaged a book on purpose. (Does that count?!?!) I have already accidentally got food on a book while trying to read and eatreading and eating photo:  NOM.gif, or layed my book in something that was on the table.


2. Have you ever damaged a borrowed book?

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No, but I have lost a borrowed book once! (seriously, I think it just grew legs and ran away! I still have no idea where it went?)


3. How long does it take you to read a book?

Usually I can knock off 2 books a week as long as they are something that really interest me and I find fascinating. (which is usually a good romancey book or dystopian) If I am not into it, it could take me all week sometimes longer to finish. At that point, I may DNF it!


4. Books that you haven’t finished?

I just couldn’t finish this one!! I really tried for months but I just got really bored and had to stop!17901125


5. Hyped/popular books you didn’t like only thought were OK?

Don’t kill me….image I could not understand these characters! I did do a whole post on it and you can read that HERE if you like?


6. Is there a book you wouldn’t tell anyone you were reading?

No, I am pretty open about what I am reading. I do not really care what anyone else thinks.


7. How many books do you own?

Hmm, tough question….This is what my books looked like the last time I had tried to count. I think that it was 554?


8. Are you a fast or slow reader?

I think that we established this already? See question #3


9. Do you like to buddy read?

YES!!! When I was really involved on Goodreads, we buddies photo:  thFxgjkAbrtHajjxq.gifhad a very small group of us that would buddy read. We actually read a couple series together and IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!  I really miss it and that group of gals!

SO, if any of you would like to buddy read with me!!! PLEASE let me know!


10. Do you read better in your head or out loud?

In my head. I am always in character when reading. I actually recently did a post about this which you can read HERE!


11. If you were only allowed to own ONE book, what would it be and why?

AGh Gah! This is a horrid question!!!

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Does my kindle count?

Thanks for following along!

Now I tag….

Kayla from No Time For Tiny Bookshelves 

Kayla and I have just met. We have been placed together for our CG Swap but she is a real gem, you should check out her blog for some great reviews!. If you would like more info on the available swaps, please go HERE!

Until next time,



Posted in 2016, August, Giveaways!

Playlist, Review & Giveaway: The Summer Before Forever by Melissa Chambers


The Summer Before Forever (Before Forever, #1)The Summer Before Forever by Melissa Chambers

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Ugh! All the feels!!!

So, you all know that I kind of gravitate towards books that are taboo. This one is advertised as a contemporary about star-crossed love, which it definitely held true. These two characters tried all that they could to NOT show their inner feelings for each other and not react to them. I felt really bad for that since I did not think it would be so bad for them to be together. I mean they were not blood relatives? Am I right?

Right off the bat, I kinda have to swoon over Landon!!! He was such a gentlemen and I fell head over heels in love straight away!! He tried so hard to stay away but he just couldn’t and when you get stuck by the love bug….there is no holding back no matter whom the love of your life is!

I loved Chloe too but I have to say that I really enjoyed her BFF, Jenna, so much more!!! Jenna is snarky and assertive. She is not afraid to go after what she wants and secretly, I think that I would love to have an ounce of Jenna in myself. I am more like a shy Chloe trying to break free of my shell.

I enjoyed the list that Jenna had created for Chloe. I thought that the whole book would be more centered around said list but it was more about Chloe finding herself and the turmoil that had been created from a horrible incident that had happened to her.

Overall, I give the book a huge “thumbs up”! With the dual POV’s from Chloe and Landon, the reader is given full insight into both characters. A great beach read! I will definitely be reading more from this author!!! AND…..this looks like it is only the first book in a series:)

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Read Chapter One HERE!

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Chloe Stone’s Summer Playlist

There is nothing Chloe Stone from The Summer Before Forever loves more than sharing her favorite music. She’s fairly open to most kinds of music, but she tends toward alt rock. Her best friend, Jenna, is a total pop princess, so the two of them battle it out pretty frequently to get their songs heard, but they also can’t help falling a little in love with some of each other’s music in the process.

Summertime is the best possible time to soak in some fantastic tunes. The sun warming your skin…the smell of freshly cut grass or salty ocean air if you’re lucky enough to be by the beach. I love to sit on my back patio with my feet kicked up on a warm summer night and get lost in the music.

Here’s a special summer playlist Chloe put together for you. Some of the songs have a specific summer theme, while others have that easy summer feel or that happy, fun vibe that makes you want to dance around your backyard barefoot with the grass between your toes. Others may have you rolling down your window in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car and letting the wind whip through your hair while you sing along at full volume.

So grab your earbuds and your favorite cold drink, sit back, and take in Chloe’s songs of summer.

The Wombats “The English Summer”

Catfish and the Bottlemen “Soundcheck”

Viola Beach “Swings and Waterslides”

Saint Motel “Move”

DMA’s “Lay Down”

The War on Drugs “Red Eyes”

Japandroids “Younger Us”

Circa Waves “T-shirt Weather”

Kasabian “bumblebeee”

Kings of Leon “Beach Side”

OK Go “Upside Down & Inside Out”

Beach Slang “Too Late to Die Young”

Wolf Alice “Freazy”

Elvis Costello and the Attractions “The Other Side of Summer”

Joywave “Now”

Hear this playlist on Spotify

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About Melissa Chambers

Melissa Chambers writes contemporary novels for young, new, and actual adults. A Nashville native, she spends her days working in the music industry and her nights Melissa_croppedtapping away at her keyboard. While she’s slightly obsessed with alt rock, she leaves the guitar playing to her husband and kid. She never misses a chance to play a tennis match, listen to an audiobook, or eat a bowl of ice cream. (Rocky road, please!) The Summer Before Forever is her debut YA novel.

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Posted in 2016, August

Book Discussion: Do you take on the feels after reading a book?

Hi everyone!!!

This subject has been on my mind for a while now and I just had to ask all of you to see what your thoughts are….

I have found that when I am reading a book, I always take on the feelings that the main character has in the book. For example…while on vacation I was reading Behind Closed Doors by BA Paris (read my review HERE) which is basically about spousal abuse, I found myself shying away from my husband and being fearful of him which I absolutely have no reason to!!! On the other hand when I read something fantasy with a kick ass female heroine like Throne of Glass by Sara J Maas (see my review HERE), I find myself being ready to take on the world like Celaena Sardothien! I am able to kick anyone’s ass that gets in my way!!! OR for another example…I also found myself being really snarky and quick-witted while reading Jennifer L. Armentrout’s Lux series just like Katy! (see all my reviews for JLA HERE) Why does this happen??

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Here is my theory…

When I read a book, I personally take on the role of the main character. Now I am not sure if everyone does this but this is something that I have always done. I completely immerse myself into that character’s world and tend to take on all of their feelings. I have been shocked, surprised, brought to tears and laughed out loud many of times. Sometimes I even talk to the characters as if I am right there! There was one series in particular that I cried when the series was over:-( I literally lived in their world every time that I read another book and wanted them to last forever. That series was told by many POV’s but I felt like I was there with them and included in all of their shenanigans! The series that I speak of is The Morganville Vampires by Rachel Caine…best vampire series ever!! If you have not read them…you really should! Be forewarned though…the series is vast!(read all my reviews HERE)

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So I ask you…Do you feel the same? Do you get so caught up in the book that you take the feels with you into real life? Is this normal or do I have some super power?? Let me know! I would love to hear your thoughts!

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Posted in 2016, August

Novella Blog Tour: The Lucy & Harris Series by Terri Anne Browning

Catching Lucy (Lucy & Harris, #1)Catching Lucy by Terri Anne Browning

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This was a very quick read for me. I devoured it in one sitting and grew to love the characters of Lucy and Harris. At times I felt that Lucy was holding back and it was just a tad frustrating when Harris was trying so darn hard for her. I enjoyed the ending and admired the fact that Harris seems like the last true gentleman!! You need to read the book to actually find out what I mean!!


Craving Lucy (Lucy & Harris, #2)Craving Lucy by Terri Anne Browning

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I dove right into this after reading the first. Another quick read and I plunged forward finishing in a day! I fell instantly in love with these two characters and was VERY curious as to what would happen next!

Lucy opens up a bit more in this novella and Harris has no problems accepting that!😉 I really enjoyed Lucy’s parent’s and fell immediately in love with her relationship with her Dad. It really shows the meaning of “daddy’s little girl”!

This one ends with a bang! I was left speechless and needing more!!!!


Rocking Kin (Lucy & Harris, #3)Rocking Kin by Terri Anne Browning

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I plundered ahead with this one and was really glad that I had it on hand after the ending of the last novella! Ms. Browning switches it up a bit and continues to keep us in suspense when she gives us some insight into Kin & Jace’s relationship through their POV. This was fine by me. I love Lucy & Harris but they seem a bit more “goody goody” than our bad boy, Jace and rocker chic, Kin. I love these two and thought they were the perfect sidekicks to Lucy & Harris!

We still get some insight into Lucy & Harris through some chapters from their POV also. Another cliffhanger ending and this one actually had me in tears!!! I am currently kicking myself for not signing up to be a part of the full length novel blog tour for, Un-Shattering Lucy, that is due out August 23rd. You will definitely want that one on hand after completing this novella!

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Thank you to InkslingerPR for the review copies!