I wish I had seen this in play form. This was so interesting and cool! Even though JK Rowling didn’t write the play itself, she did approve of this and it’s based on a short story she wrote.
I missed my people. This is the only universe that’s ever felt completely like home to me.
Including this one we currently live in. Being a human is so boring sometimes.
So to be able to revisit it and see old characters, and see all our kids grown up and having an adventure was really fun, even if it was super heartbreaking at points.
This is about Harry as an adult and what’s going on with his children, as the synopsis concludes: Past and present collide and things get really super bananas.
Okay. They didn’t say that word for word, but here we are.
I really enjoyed this, for obvious reasons. It was quick to read given that the format is in that of a play and it’s for the characters to learn their lines.
I genuinely hope they make this into a mini series or something, that would be so cool.
Guys…I know you know me in a sense. You know I read these types of books out of sheer curiosity and a sickness that I can only justify as “I need to know why this person thinks they can write a book and how on earth did it get published and who the hell reads this and takes this seriously and oh my god am I that person? No. No I’m not that person, I have a good head on my shoulders, I know this is pure nonsense. Everything will be fine. This is just a trashy summer book.”
Well fuck was I wrong.
I’ll admit it, as we all should: I judge books by their cover.
Just books, not people calm down.
Except…this books cover is a picture of JWowW dressed like a sexy teacher so maybe I was judging her a bit.
Except…that I kind of love everything she is about in real life.
Okay, now you’re just judging me. Ah well! She’s a no-nonsense mom who loves her body, who can argue with that? (Especially since she’s definitely the type of person who would clock you. I’ve seen it. On tv. I watch Jersey Shore. OH SHUT UP OKAY.)
Anyway. This book was surprising! Because it wasn’t pure trash. It wasn’t like the dumb and painful Situations book. It wasn’t a trashy summer book written about two girls on the Jersey Shore like Snooki’s.
The cover leads you to believe it’ll be just about sex. You would think that she would give advice about like…boning and you’re done.
But in reality, she gave sound advice on how to treat people like people and with respect and how to behave in a relationship. And how NOT to talk to people like an asshole. It was really nice actually.
You would never get that given the cover, but I’m actually glad that I read this.
And that’s really all I have to say about that.
This. This book. Woof.
This was a case of judging a book by it’s cover and then not getting what I thought.
The cover is a fun looking mosaic of flowers, really colour popping look to it.
The actual story is beautiful and colourful and genuine and heart breaking.
Not to mention a fantastic story. This book sort of broke me for other books for awhile.
It’s a tale of thirteen year old Matilda who lives on an island in Papua New Guinea torn apart by war, and is constantly harassed by soldiers and rebels alike. Her only family member left is her mother, who is a God fearing and preaching type woman who accepts nothing but the utmost respect from all around her.
Their school is non-exist after so many people left the island. Then one day a man (Mr. Watts) helps the kids clear out the school of plants and trash and begins reading Great Expectations to the children who are allowed to come.
Matilda relates to Pip (the lead character in ‘Great Expectations’) in such a deep way. Soon the soldiers (or the rebels, I can’t remember) begin to try to find this Mr. Pip after so many kids are enamoured by the stories and talk about him as if he’s a real person.
This book came out of nowhere on my bookshelf, I just picked it up to read it and I loved it. It actually led to my reading Great Expectations again soon after.
Great book, must read!
This is one of the more important things I’ve learned throughout my life.
I don’t want to do something: I just don’t fucking do it.
I don’t fall for peer pressure. I don’t succumb to the whims of others. I just say “No thank you.” (It’s still important to be polite.) I don’t need to justify why I don’t want to do something, I just say no. It’s fucking brilliant. And somehow I feel less guilty then when I would make up an excuse.
Or forget to post things for basically an entire year thus making it impossible for me to review books I read two summers ago.
But here we are.
What to say of these three books? Full Tilt, Full Speed, and Full Blast by Janet Evanovich and Charlotte Hughes.
These stories follow the people of Beaumont, North Carolina. There are twists and turns and fun and sexy men.
What’s not to like?
I always enjoy Janet’s books, but ultimately because they are so airy and easy, I forget them. I just remember this feeling of joy and laughter after they are done.
I definitely recommend them, they are always cute and have great characters in them.
I just forget them once they are done. Fantastic summer beachy books.
Hello! It’s been awhile since I intentionally wrote to y’all.
I’m so excited for the things to come that I thought I would share with you things that are going on with me lately!
Up first: I’m moving out of my parents house and into a friends farmhouse! Which is exciting in that I’m living with the two friendliest people I’ve ever met, AND that I’ll be moving closer to my best friend and her family in order to be THEIR nanny!
I’m so excited for this new adventure but the things I’m leaving behind are going to hurt a lot.
IE: My cousins. Now I know I need to move on with my life, my littlest weasel is in school, it’s been a huge adjust not just for him but for me, but I hate the idea of not seeing them everyday. I miss him a lot but it’s really sweet seeing him flourish with new things that I couldn’t teach him. (The alphabet was hell on wheels! Haha He would go “A-B-C-B-F-U-B” And I think he really meant that “F-U” in the middle.)
Lately I’ve been hustling back and forth between two towns in order to work at a medical beauty clinic (love it there, sad to end that job in a few months.) and taking my cousins to school, AND working on my business of cross stitching.
Which brings me to the next super exciting thing!
One of my cross stitches is going to be in a magazine in February! I’m so grateful that people love my work, even though this particular one isn’t MY pattern, I love that people appreciate solid work and tapped me to be in the magazine. (It’s a weed magazine, but still haha. The irony is not lost on me. [I don’t smoke, eat, or ingest weed].)
And hell, if anyone knows whose actual pattern it is I would appreciate the intel so that I can send them love/and others their way! (It’s the “My Life is Dope and I Do Dope Shit” one.)
Anyway, that’s the most I’ve written in a long time. So I’ll leave it at that, but I’m just moving on and up and it all feels really good.
But fuck I’m going to miss my family, my dogs, and my organized bedroom.
This new place doesn’t have closets… I’m fucked. Haha
Given the title of this book I thought it would be far more fun than it was. It was actually kind of terrifying for kids I think. Or at least for the 4 year old I read it to.
I had to keep editing a little because it deals with Alzheimers and really rough treatment of such patients. (Only because the operators of the facility were evil.)
I would like to see a book for kids where caretakers or nurses in this situation weren’t portrayed as evil. That would be nice.
Overall, this was a good book to learn about what is happening to your grandparent/loved one and helped explain Alzheimers in a nice and thoughtful way for the most part. That aspect wasn’t too scary. So if that runs in your family or you are having a hard time explaining to your kids, this might help.
Or make it worse. Depends on the kid, I suspect.
I didn’t like it that much. But, hello, not my age group.