Posted in 2016, blog tour, September

Points of Departure Excerpt, Top Ten & Giveaway!


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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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Excerpt

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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Until Next Time…

XOXO,

Heather

Posted in 2016, September

Review:Scrooge #worstgiftever & Darcy Swipes Left


scroogeScrooge #worstgiftever

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….

XOXO,

Heather

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….

XOXO,

Heather

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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Excerpt

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…

XOXO,

Heather

Posted in 2016, September

CGSwap August 2016 Unboxing!!


A big THANKS!!!! to Kayla!!

You can follow her blog at NoTimeForTinyBookshelves by clicking HERE!

Join in on the fun and subscribe to CGSwaps HERE!!!

Until Next Time….

XOXO,

Heather

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.

Heather
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?


YES!!!

Thanks to the publisher for the review copy!

View all my reviews

Excerpt

✦ 1 ✦
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!

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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…

I TAG ALL OF YOU!!!

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


Disclaimer!

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.

Sexy.

Kind.

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.

Alluring.

Tempting.

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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Excerpt

“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.

Shit.

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.

Shit.

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.

Alive.

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

Motherfuck.

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

 

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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.

Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson – Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.

Connect with A.L. Jackson online:www.aljacksonauthor.com

Snapchat: aljacksonauthor

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Giveaway

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Thank you to Inkslinger for the review copy & to AL Jackson for hosting today!

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XOXO,

Heather

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,

XOXO,

Heather

Posted in 2016, August, Giveaways!

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


Review

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.

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads |  Instagram | Amazon Author Page

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Giveaway

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A big thanks to Entangled Teen & Melissa Chambers for hosting today!

XOXO,

Heather