Posted in 2016, blog tour, October

Blog Tour: Moon Chosen by PC Cast w/Excerpt

Moon ChosenMoon Chosen by P.C. Cast

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I really enjoyed the House of Night books so when I saw that this book was coming…I knew that I had to have it!!!

What I loved…

I liked the story line in general. This was a great fantasy and one that was unique to this genre. I also really enjoyed the characters. My favorite was Mari. She was very brave and loyal. I really enjoyed Sora too, she was kind of a bad a$$ in her own way. Nik was kind of a lost soul but was also enjoyable in his own right.

What I thought could have been better….

I usually love really long novels because it keeps you with the characters that you love, but, I thought this one was extremely long. There were times that I got a little bored with what was going on but I was enamored by the story enough to keep going. The dual POV’s tended to be a bit confusing but not enough that I was not sure of what was going on.

I am very much looking forward to the next book in this series. If you heart Ms. Cast’s work, then you have to pick this one up!

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CREDIT: From Moon Chosen by PC Cast. Copyright © 2016 by the authors and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Griffin. 

Mari braced herself, and as she had so many times before, felt her mother stiffen while energy surged through Leda and into Mari, sizzling through her palm, down her arm to swirl around and around inside her, growing in power with each second that passed. Mari’s heartbeat began to hammer and her breathing suddenly increased until she was panting as hard as was the pup. In her arms, Rigel whined uncertainly.
“Focus.” Her mother’s voice was only a whisper, but Mari could feel it through her whole body. “You can do this. The power is not yours to keep – your body is merely its channel. Borrow serenity from the image of the Earth Mother. Though you may be surrounded by chaos or sickness or injuries, find the true you within. Release that which belongs to the world –fears, worry, sadness, so that the silver stream may wash unimpeded through you. It is a waterfall at night. Rigel is the basin that must hold it.”
Mari stared at the beautiful image of the Earth Mother that Leda pruned and cared for so lovingly. But, as always, the figure was only foliage and art to Mari. She couldn’t feel the divine presence her mother revered. She could not find her true self – her center. “Mama, I c-can’t. It’s s-so c-cold. It- it hurts.” Mari stuttered through chattering teeth.
“Only because the healing power is not meant for you. Release the fears of your body, Mari. Focus! Find your grounding and become a channel for the moon’s energy. Tonight you must succeed. If you do not, your Rigel will surely die.”
Her mother’s words exploded through Mari’s body. “No! He can’t die. I won’t let him.” She gritted her teeth against the cold and tried to focus past the pain – to release the cacophony of emotions that swirled through her body unimpeded – and to be the channel for the moonfall of water. Yet, still the power was a whirlpool within her. It terrified Mari and threatened to suck her down to drown in its freezing depths.
This was when she usually failed. This was when she dropped her mother’s hand and allowed sickness to claim her so that she vomited, dry heaving misery and moonlight while Leda stroked her back, consoling her with calm, loving words that reminded Mari there would be a next time – she would do better the next time.
But there was no next time for Rigel, and Mari refused to lose him. Think! Focus!
“Mari, slow your breathing. Calm your heart. This is no longer practice. You either heal Rigel, or fail and he dies from shock and blood loss. This is your reality.”
“That’s it, Mama! I need to make this my reality!” Mari squeezed her eyes closed. Could that be the answer? Could it really be that simple? Mari imagined that she was in their burrow, alone, sitting at her desk preparing to create a sketch. Her gulping breath slowed. Her hammering heart quieted. Mari found her grounding as she envisioned a blank sheet of paper. On that paper her imagination began to quickly, easily, sketch an image of herself, sitting crossed-legged with Rigel spread across her lap. From above her silver light cascaded into her lifted palm, washing through her body in a glistening wave to spout from her other palm, which was pressed against the pup’s bloody chest. Eyes still tightly shut Mari worked on the scene, creating a picture of Rigel’s body that was washed clean of blood by the liquid light, leaving behind wounds that were neatly closed and already healing.
Suddenly the cold tide within Mari was controllable. Instead of drowning her, it used her as a conduit, passing through her harmlessly as she let go of the energy. I’m doing it! I’m doing it! And just that quickly her concentration shattered. The picture she’d been creating disappeared along with the tide of power within her.
“No! No! Get it back! I was doing it – it was working,” Mari gasped, gripping her mother’s hand like a lifeline.
“It’s too late. The sun is fully risen. Even with your help I cannot call the moon back to me,” Leda knelt beside Mari, gently disentangling her daughter’s hand from hers. “But it was enough. You did it, sweet girl. I knew you could. Praise the Earth Mother and the blessed Moon! You have saved him.”
Feeling dizzy and disconnected, Mari looked down at Rigel. The pup wagged his tail animatedly and sat up, licking her face. Even though she felt light-headed, she laughed weakly and put her arms around him. He nested there, curled against her body and, sending her waves of contentment, Rigel fell sound to sleep in her arms. With a trembling hand, Mari brushed aside the blood-matted fur on his chest. What had only moments before been deep, seeping, whip-like lacerations were now pink lines of newly joined flesh that had ceased bleeding.
“I knew it was true. You do have my powers and more.”

About PC

P.C. CAST is the #1 New York Times and USA Today Best-Selling author of the House of

Night Series and a member of the Oklahoma Writers Hall of Fame.  With more than 20

million copies in print in over 40 countries, her novels have been awarded thepc-cast_2_credit-daniel-stark-at-stark-photography

prestigious: Oklahoma Book Award, YALSA Quick Pick for Reluctant Readers, Romantic

Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Prism, Holt Medallion, Daphne du Maurier,

Booksellers’ Best, and the Laurel Wreath.

Ms. Cast was born in the Midwest, and grew up being shuttled back-and- forth between

Illinois and Oklahoma, which is where she fell in love with Quarter Horses and mythology.

After high school she joined the United States Air Force and began public speaking and writing. After her tour in the USAF, she taught high school for 15 years before retiring to write full time.  Ms.

Cast lives in Oregon surrounded by beloved cats, dogs, horses, and family.

Thank you to the publisher for the copy of the book in exchange of an honest review.


Posted in 2016, ARC Review, October

The Secret Horses of Briar Hill by Megan Shepherd

The Secret Horses of Briar HillThe Secret Horses of Briar Hill by Megan Shepherd
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I have loved Ms. Shepherd’s YA stories and I was curious to read one of her MG. It did not disappoint at all!

The premise of the story was an interesting one. Winged horses can be seen in the mirrors of the hospital that the children live at. But only one child can see them and when one of the horses comes out of the mirrors, this sends her on an adventure to save him.

I really enjoyed the story line and could imagine myself as a young child loving this story just as much! I really felt for the children that lived in this house, they not only had to deal with their own illness but dealt with the illness of their peers also.

I must gush over this cover a bit! This is one of the most beautiful covers that I had ever seen and if I saw this book on a random shelf in a book store….I would be sure to pick it up! I love the colors that were used and the image inside of an image.

This book was filled with drama, loss and hope. I enjoyed every minute of it and did not want to put it down. I would recommend it for a more mature middle schooler since there is some dealings with death but I highly recommend it!

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Posted in 2016, blog tour, October

Promo Post: The Cabin by Natasha Preston w/Excerpt!


The Cabin

By Natasha Preston

Paperback: 336 pages

Publisher: Sourcebooks Fire (September 6, 2016)

A New York Times Bestseller!

There may only be one killer, but no one is innocent in this new young adult thriller from Natasha Preston, author of The Cellar, a New York Times Bestseller, and Awake

They think they’re invincible.
They think they can do and say whatever they want.
They think there are no consequences.
They’ve left me no choice.
It’s time for them to pay for their sins.

A weekend partying at a remote cabin is just what Mackenzie needs. She can’t wait to let loose with her friends. But a crazy night of fun leaves two of them dead-murdered.

With no signs of a forced entry or struggle, suspicion turns to the five survivors. Someone isn’t telling the truth. And Mackenzie’s first mistake? Assuming the killing is over…


I flicked my eyes open in time to see Megan stick out her tongue at Josh and stumble up the stairs. Blake was quiet but smirking at the scene.
You so like Blake. I did—-much more than I should.
“What’s your problem?” Aaron asked Josh, slumping back against the end of the sofa from his place on the floor. “Ever since Tilly and Gigi died, you’ve been a complete dick.”
Before that too.
I curled up, not wanting to talk about my dead friends with Josh. It made me violently angry when I thought about the things he’s said and what he was doing. You can be glad you didn’t die, but it’s unacceptable to be glad someone else did. I gritted my teeth.
“What’s your problem?” Josh sneered. “You dumped Tilly just before, remember?”
Aaron’s eyes darkened. “You know what, Josh? Drop dead! I swear if you ever say her name again, I’ll kill you.” I expected Aaron to get up and lunge for Josh. But he just sat there. Was he too drunk to move as well? That didn’t usually stop him.
Sighing, I scrubbed my face with my hands. Nights always ended in arguments now and I was tired of it.
“Stop!” Courtney shouted. “End it now.”
I clenched my fists. How could she not see who Josh really was? That he was the instigator? Aaron shook his head and took another swig from his bottle of vodka, finishing the last drop. I wanted to get up and leave the room, but I couldn’t even raise my arm. My eyes suddenly weighed a ton again. I was so over this. I felt horrible. I probably looked it too. The room spun, and I my limbs got lighter and lighter, like they were going to lift and I’d float off. Snuggling into the sofa with a throw pillow, I drifted.
It only felt like minutes later when I was woken up by the bravest human on earth. I don’t come out of sleep gracefully. This had better be good. “What?” I growled. Blake’s very amused expression was the first thing I saw when I reluctantly opened my eyes.
His eyes lit up and he grinned. “Your shirt.”
I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down. My shirt was still on, so I didn’t know what he was going on about. “What? My what, Blake?”
“It’s…” He traced his finger along my hip bone, where my shirt had ridden up an inch or two, showing a small slice of skin. Oh. I tried to breathe normally, but my senses were on overload. His intense gaze was all I could see, and that woody, masculine aftershave was all I could smell. His fingertip trailing over my skin tickled and left me breathless.
I looked around to see if anyone else was awake. Kyle and Aaron were sprawled and snoring on the floor. Courtney and Josh were nowhere to be seen, probably upstairs. Hypocrites. “You woke me up to touch my stomach?” I asked as calmly as I could.
“No, I woke you up to see if you’ve known me long enough to let me take you to bed yet.”
No, he hasn’t, but I can feel all logic jumping right out of the window. I’ve never wanted someone I barely knew before, but Blake is different.
My eyebrows shot up in shock, but my heart raced with excitement. I didn’t know Blake, not really, but I couldn’t get my brain to function well enough to convince me of that. Before I could reply, Blake’s lips touched mine, and that was when logical thought ended. I let him take me upstairs.


Posted in 2016, ARC Review, October

ARC Review: The Memory of Things by Gae Polisner

The Memory of ThingsThe Memory of Things by Gae Polisner

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I was intrigued by this book from the moment that I had read the blurb. As an adult that lived through the nation’s pain on that horrific day, I enjoyed this read and liked the fact that it took place in NYC.

The character’s were quite a mixture and I felt like I was able to feel their panic as the events were unfolding. I normally enjoy dual POV but in this one, I enjoyed the male much better than the female which is usually odd for me. I wasn’t sure about the romance aspect of the book either but felt that the book really didn’t need it. I felt compelled to read it by the 9/11 aspect alone.

I thought this was an interesting premise for a book which was unique to the YA genre and I am glad that I was able to review it. Although some parts felt a little forced, I really did enjoy this read!

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Thank you to the publisher for the review copy in exchange of an honest review!


Posted in 2016, blog tour, October

Blog Tour: Holding Up The Universe by Jennifer Niven

Holding Up the UniverseHolding Up the Universe by Jennifer Niven
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This was a really great contemporary read and my first one by Ms. Niven. I will be on the look out for more in the future though!

Libby has had a traumatic past! She was the fat girl but not just any fat girl….she was the girl who got so fat that she had to be cut out of her house. I really felt so saddened for her but this did not deter her from going out there and trying to make a life for herself. I really admired her bravery and even though sometimes, she hurt really bad…she did not let them see her cry.

Jack was often times a real jerk. It took me a while to really warm up to him. He had this bad boy persona that he had to keep up even though he had a secret that he was hiding. Jack is face blind which literally means that he does not recognize faces. No one’s! Even his own sometimes or his siblings or parents! He has kept this secret from his family and this is the reason why he tends to be such a jerk at times. He does not want anyone to know.

The two collide during a game of “fat girl rodeo” (which is a made up game where you hold onto the fat girl as long as you can. the one who holds on the longest wins) (this game is really offensive BTW). Needless to say, they end up in a sort of group counseling situation where they get to know each other better.

I really enjoyed the alternating POV’s. The ending was pretty powerful and I really want to suggest this book to my daughters. The character of Libby is really one to look up to full of strength, bravery and compassion!

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Posted in 2016, September

Book Tag: The Book Lover’s Tag

So I found this tag over at One Too Many Adjectives and I thought I would try it since I have found a love for book tags!!

1. Do you have a specific place for reading?

Honestly? I could read anywhere! LOL, I read in the car when we go on long trips, I read on the couch while everyone else is watching TV, I read in bed right before I fall asleep! I will even read in the doctor’s office while waiting to be called:-) So, no, I do not have a one specific place that I read. I just read wherever I feel like it!

2. Bookmarks or a Random Piece of Paper? 

Definitely BOOKMARKS!!!! I have, on occasion, shoved a random piece of paper in a book to keep my place but I usually ALWAYS have a bookmark. One of my BIGGEST pet peeves is dog-eared pages! I hate them!


3. Can you just stop anywhere or do you need to finish a chapter?

I usually try to finish a chapter. I have stopped in the middle if I need to help the kids or the hubby real quick but I almost always try to stop on a chapter.

4. Do you eat or drink while reading?

I must admit that if I am home by myself, I will eat while reading. Especially if it’s a really good book that I do not want to put down. This can prove to be challenging at times though!

5. Music or TV while reading?

I do not usually turn either on while I am reading but it can be going in the background and it doesn’t bother me.

6. One book at a time or several?

One book! I have to finish one before I start another. Although, I can have an audiobook going at the same time that I am reading one!

7. Do you prefer to read at home or elsewhere?

I prefer to read at home but we established that I can read almost anywhere!

8. Read out loud or silently?

Silently….Gosh, I would drive my family crazy if I read out loud! LOL

9. Do you read ahead or skip the pages?

No, But I do skim over a lot of the description paragraphs and really just concentrate on the spoken parts of a book. PLEASE…no judgment! I get crap for this all the time! I can’t help it but that is what I do!

10. Breaking the spine or keeping it like new?


I am a spine breaker!!!

11. Do you write in your books?

NO!!! This is something that I would never do!!!

I am not going to tag anyone but if you would like to do this tag, feel free!!


Posted in 2016, blog tour, September

Points of Departure Excerpt, Top Ten & Giveaway!


unspecified-1Points of Departure
by Emily O’Beirne
Genre: YA Contemporary (LGBT)
Release Date: June 16th 2016
Ylva Publishing

Summary from Goodreads:

In this young adult novel, to be released June 2016, best friends Kit and Liza have been looking forward to this trip forever.
Five girls, five tickets overseas. It’s exactly what they all need after the final slog of high school. But when Kit’s suddenly forced to drop out, Liza’s left with three girls she barely knows.
There’s Mai, committed only to partying. There’s Tam, who already has her doubts about leaving her sick father behind. And there’s Olivia, so miserable about screwing up exams she’s not even sure she wants to get out of bed, let alone on a plane. Meanwhile Kit’s stuck working double shifts to pay off a debt, wondering if she’ll ever get it together.
All Liza wants from this trip is to discover a new version of herself. She just hadn’t planned on doing it without Kit by her side.
And they’re all learning that travel isn’t just about the places you go, but who you’re with at the time.

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Liza finishes sorting her washing, climbs onto the bed, and kicks her legs over Kit’s.
Kit runs her hands along Liza’s sharp, brown shinbones, feeling that familiar bubbling of envy at her friend’s ridiculously great legs. Why can’t she have a body like that, instead of this short, scrawny one?
“You have to help me pack,” Liza says. “Promise?”
“Of course.” Kit pouts. “And you have to promise you won’t have too much fun without me.”
“Highly doubtful.” Liza inspects the ends of her hair, pulling the wiry coils straight.
“And you won’t find a new best friend?”
Liza just looks at her. “I’ll be gone four weeks, Kit. Four weeks. I’m just hoping I can manage a conversation with these girls, let alone to make friends with them.”
“You’ll be fine,” Kit tells her for the thousandth time. “Mai’s fun. Tam’s a sweetheart, even if she seems tough. And Olivia’s awesome.”
Kit frowns as she thinks of Olivia yesterday. Kit’s never seen her friend so miserable. Olivia’s usually so assured and self-sufficient. But she’s so messed up over her exams and Will. Poor thing. She wants to tell Liza to look out for her while they’re away, but Olivia begged Kit not to tell anyone about exams. So instead, she just says, “Hey, Olivia might seem kind of, I don’t know, distant or whatever, but she’s going through some stuff, that’s all. Give her a chance. You’ll like her.”
Liza shrugs, like she’s only half listening, and continues to inspect her split ends.
Kit taps her fingers on Liza’s leg. “Anyway, who knows? Maybe you’ll meet someone on this trip. Have an exotic one-night stand with some Mediterranean hottie.”
“Maybe.” She stares out the window, her eyes closing against the sunlight streaming through the window. “Doubt it.”
Kit watches the pink staining her best friend’s cheeks fade slowly.
Liza’s cheeks were even pinker the night of the end-of-school party, when she dragged Kit out to sit on the kerb, an uncharacteristic bottle clutched in her hand, and told her about this Alika girl.
The fact that her best friend was telling her that she had spent the last couple of months in some fraught, unspoken thing with a girl didn’t surprise her, exactly. But that Liza was finally saying anything to her about it did.
The fact that Liza might be gay had crossed Kit’s mind a couple of times over the years. It would explain why she’s so damn shy around guys. And it would explain why, at eighteen, she’s never had a boyfriend despite some of the incredible talent Kit has spotted at those athletics comps.
But even though she’d thought about it, Kit never said anything—in case it hadn’t actually occurred to Liza yet. And Kit had known that her best friend would tell her if and when she had anything to tell her.
And that turned out to be the night of their final classes. Liza was so drunk and fevered with her need to tell Kit about this mess she had gotten herself in, she skated right past the liking-girls news. Instead, she went straight to the part where she had started some clandestine thing with a girl in her training squad, an impossibly withdrawn, beautiful nineteen-year-old who was apparently barely willing to admit she was a lesbian to herself, let alone to someone else.
Kit kept her arm wrapped tightly around her Liza’s waist as she told Kit about this girl. Liza swiped tears from her eyes, telling her how the only time this girl seemed to acknowledge Liza was when she was jumping her in the car after competitions or climbing into her bed at night at the training institute. Not that Liza didn’t want to be doing that, she said. She just didn’t want it like that. And Kit just held on and let her cry it out. And when the tears were done, Kit wiped the tears from her friends face and told her to dump her.
It wasn’t until a few weeks later that they even broached the topic of Liza being gay in general, when Liza admitted how nervous she was about coming out to her parents, and about dropping two big revelations on them at once. But by then her coming out to Kit just didn’t seem like a thing. So why make it one? At that point, the fact that Liza had stopped talking to this girl who kept treating her like crap seemed way more important than workshopping her sexuality. That kind of seemed like a done deal at this point.
“Hey, does Alika know you’re leaving next week?” she asks
Liza shrugs. “Don’t know, don’t care.”
“Good,” Kit tells her, even if she doesn’t one hundred per cent believe her.
She looks over at her friend. She’s gazing out the window, a small frown on her face. Kit hopes Liza does meet someone. Someone who likes her out loud and who makes her feel like the awesome, beautiful person she is. She deserves it. Maybe even needs it a little. She’s the sweetest, most quietly funny and wickedly insightful person Kit has ever met in her life. And she thought that about Liza when they were eight. Now Liza and the rest of the world need to know it.
“I wish you were coming with us,” Liza suddenly moans.
“So do I.” Who wouldn’t choose four weeks of travelling in Europe over four weeks of working double shifts all week to pay off one party? Not even a good party. A party where she found Liam lying in the bath fully dressed with that stupidly hot Rachel perched on the end with her perfect pixie hair and MAC red lips.
Liza shifts across the bed so she’s lying next to Kit. She wraps her hands around Kit’s arm and squeezes it. “You were, like, the social glue.”
“I know,” she says again, resting her head against her friend’s shoulder. Kit’s already keenly aware Liza’s terrified she won’t get along with the others. What she doesn’t know is that everyone feels like that. Her cousin was furious when Kit broke the news. Olivia was even more depressed, and Mai told her outright that she was a stupid, freaking idiot.
She sighs. She will get her shit together this summer. She will. She grabs her friend’s hand and shakes it. “I’m so sorry, Lize,” she says for the zillionth time.
“It’s okay,” Liza says softly.
They lie there in a shaft of muted late afternoon sun. Kit listens to Liza breathe slowly next to her. She’s going to miss her so much.
“I’ll miss you,” Liza whispers, as if she’s heard her thoughts.
Kit snuggles up to her friend and smiles. “I’ll miss you, too.”

Top Ten LGBT Books For Young Readers

I was asked in this post to list my top ten books of all time. But honestly, the thought of having to conjure and then commit for internet posterity to my ten all-time favourite novels is positively panic-inducing. And frankly, I would probably have needed another ten years added to that deadline if I were to even to try. So instead I decided to put together a list of my all-time top-ten favourite LGBT books for young adults, which was a little easier. I apologise to any books I have adored and forgotten. I’m getting old.
Here they are in no particular order.
1208928Loaded, Christos Tsiolkas
While this forceful, passionate Australian gay classic was marketed for adults, it’s about a nineteen-year-old, making it young adult enough for me to grace this list. Ari is young, gay and disenchanted with his Greek family, his job and the world in general. In one epic night out in Melbourne, he confronts all the pain and poetry that can be found in all the conflicting aspects of his life. This book is beautiful and ugly in all the right ways.
Pages for You, Sylvia Brownrigg
Lyrical and nostalgic, it’s a beautiful rendering of a first-year university student’s first relationship with a woman, narrated from start to finish. Despite its flowery prose, the book tells some bittersweet truths about the universalities of the beginning, middle and inevitable denouement of relationships—even the happy ones—in a way that really resonated with me.
Clancy of the Undertow, Christopher Currie
A delightful Aussie read about growing up gay in a small town where it does not pay to be different. While Clancy wrestles with a whole lot family drama, a reputation for being a weirdo (second only to her brother), and being dogged by an impossible crush on the town hot girl, Clancy is doing it hard. But she’s also got a dry wit, a smart take on life, and a survivor’s instinct to help her get by. This wry, funny protagonist is one of my favourite YA heroines.
Ask the Passengers, A.S King
I love how conflicted the main character, Astrid, is through the process of coming-out, and how frustrated she is with the notion of having to define oneself so wholly to do so. The narrator is smart, thoughtful and honest, and this story is just a bit different from so many other stories about teenagers coming to terms with their sexuality. It’s one that tells you that half the work (if not more) of coming out is about coming out to yourself, not the rest of the world.
Valencia, Michelle Tea 
I found a copy of this book about the chaos that comes with being young, broke, gay and champing at the bit to experience everything in a Melbourne second-hand bookshop right at a time when I was young, gay, living in the thick of the inner-city and feeling exactly the same way. I’m not sure how I’d feel about it now, but at the time something about its poetic but gritty urbanity really spoke to me. Even if I didn’t always identify the characters, and it feels dated now, it made me feel something that at the time was very valuable: valid.
Not Otherwise Specified, Hannah Moskowitz 17900792
This book is about a bisexual teenager, Etta, who’s got a boatload of problems, but spirit’s not one of them. This book bursts at the seams with the true voice, contradictions and conflicts of being a teenager in a world that wants you to fit neatly into it when you just cannot or will not. Another book I adored for it’s forceful, honest narrator.
Dive, Stacy Donovan 
I discovered this story recently and really loved this book for it’s unique and lyrical writing style. A Lambda Literary Award nominee back in 1994, it follows a brief time in the life of V. And not a great time either. Her dad’s seriously ill, her dog’s been hit by a car, and her best friend’s being weird. But she finds her escape in the form of Jane…
Annie on my Mind, Nancy Garden
Because this is the YA classic and even though it’s dated now, it has so much to offer. It’s a book about two girls falling in love in a time where there weren’t many girls visibly in love. This meant Annie and Liza were totally on their own as they figured out the nature of their feelings for each other. This renders their journey to realisation both painful and beautiful.
The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Emily M Danforth 
I love this book for being such a YA epic. It tells the entire story of Cameron’s childhood and teenage years, and the pain and the hardship of growing up gay in a small-minded place. It’s written beautifully, and makes itself important by giving this young, gay character’s life the complete rendering it deserves.
20312458Tell Me Again how a Crush Should Feel, Sara Farizan
For me this book about Leila who is trying her best not to come out, makes this list for the writing more than anything. It’s a style of voice, characterisation and prose that just speaks to me in a really satisfying way. And Farizan wasn’t afraid of portraying complex and conflicting feelings in her characters, even in a ‘light’ book, which always makes me truly, deeply happy.

About the Author

Thirteen-year-old Emily woke up one morning with a sudden itch to write her first novel. All day, she sat through her classes, feverishly scribbling away (her rare silence probably a cherished respite for her teachers). And by the time the last bell rang, she had penned fifteen handwritten pages of angsty drivel, replete with blood-red sunsets, moody saxophone music playing somewhere far off in the night, and abandoned whiskey bottles rolling across tables. Needless to say, that singular literary accomplishment is buried in a box somewhere, ready for her later amusement.
From Melbourne, Australia, Emily was recently granted her PhD. She works part-time in academia, where she hates marking papers but loves working with her students. She also loves where she lives but travels as much as possible and tends to harbour crushes on cities more than on people.
Living in an apartment, Emily sadly does not possess her dream writing room overlooking an idyllic garden of her creation. Instead, she spends a lot of her time staring over the screen of her laptop and out the window at the somewhat less pretty (but highly entertaining) combined kebab stand/carwash across the road. (from the publisher’s website)
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Posted in 2016, September

Review:Scrooge #worstgiftever & Darcy Swipes Left

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Published September 27, 2016

A Christmas Carol, one of the holiday’s greatest traditions told . . . in texts?!

Imagine: What if Scrooge, Marley, the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future, and the whole Cratchit family had smartphones? A classic is reborn in this clever adaptation of Charles Dickens’s A Christmas Carol!

One grouchy old man who can’t stop asking “How did you get this number?!”
Three ghosts who communicate in the most modern ways, including one who ONLY uses emojis!
And a status update with the most “likes” ever: God bless us, everyone!

This retelling will cure even the worst bout of Bah hummingbird! #darnyouautocorrect

A glossary and cast of characters are included for those who need it.

Darcy Swipes Left

Published September 27, 2016

Pride and Prejudice, one of the greatest love stories ever told . . . in texts?!28439618
Imagine: What if Lizzy Bennet and Mr. Darcy had smartphones and dated IRL (in real life)? A classic is reborn in this clever adaptation of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice!

A truth universally acknowledged: a rich guy must want a wife.
A terrible first impression.
A couple that’s meant to be . . . if they can just get over themselves. #hatersgonnadate

Don’t miss: Lydia taking selfies with soldiers, Mrs. Bennet’s humble-brag status updates, Lizzy texting from her long walks, and Darcy swiping left on a dance card app.
tl;dr Jane Austen’s most famous novel told through its characters texting with emojis, posting photos, checking in at locations, and updating their relationship statuses. The perfect gift for any teen (or any reader with a sense of humor)!

A glossary and cast of characters are included for those who need it. For example: tl;dr means too long; didn’t read.

My Review

I adore these books and honestly cannot get enough of them! I have reviewed a few of them before so when I was contacted about the latest editions to the series, I could not resist! The covers are so much fun and it does not even compete with what is inside the covers! If you are not aware, this series tells classic stories that we all know and love in a completely different way…..THE WHOLE BOOK IS WRITTEN ENTIRELY IN EMOJIS & TEXT MESSAGE!!🙂


Scrooge #WorstGiftEver: Who doesn’t love this classic tale of scrooge and Tiny Tim? The storyline is exactly the same with a few little extra’s added in here and there to add some humor to the story. Mr Scrooge is very interesting with a cell phone! LOL Otherwise, the storyline pretty much stays the same and is just as enjoyable as the original! One of my favorite Christmas stories ever!


Darcy Swipes Left: If you are familiar with the story of Pride & Prejudice then you will love this book! I have never read the original but I instantly fell in love with this modern day retelling. It was humorous in the fact that they spoke completely in text message! Just imagine being at a dance and staring down at your phone the whole time! (which I am sure happens often at middle school dances) The whole story concentrated on the romance between Darcy and Elizabeth, which is okay in my book but I am curious to get the whole story and maybe even pick up the classic!

Thank you to Random House for the review copies in exchange of an honest review.

Until Next Time….



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…