My friend who normally suggests incredibly upsetting (cough cough World War 2) books to me suggested this.
Now, this has taxidermy on the front so you can imagine my dismay and skepticism at what I was about to walk into.
But blindly walk into it I did and I was surprised as fuck and happily proven wrong.
This book was HYSTERICAL. I read it so friggin fast and loved every minute of it.
This lady knows how to get you to wet yourself laughing!
I enjoyed her tales of taxidermy collecting, how she terrorizes her husband Victor, and the way she talks about mental health and well being.
She’s lovely, fantastic, and a great writer.
I always trust that when I pick up a Cecelia Ahern novel that I’m going to like it. There’s just so much magic in her stories that I really love them all.
I also trust that I’ll cry like a little bitch and be devastated for days.
Exhibit A: P.S. I Love You.
I really like what she did with this story, it was quite fun.
Lucy finds out she has an appointment with her life. And her life is a physical human manifestation that she actually gets to MEET and talk to and stuff gets sorted out.
He’s a very bedraggled person at first.
Which had me thinking, what would MY life look like if I were to meet her?
I decided this moment in time where Hermione is struggling to function in potions class in their fifth year.
Constantly being like “What the fuck am I doing? What is going on? Getting overwhelmed.” Hair is a mess. Attitude needs an adjustment, and I’m just doing too many things ALL the time.
I feel for Hermione. But she’s a badass bitch. And so am I.
That took a turn.
Very enjoyable from start to finish, great summer book. OR snuggly winter read under some warm blankets.
I love a good romance novel that 100% promises dirty sex scenes.
I have a juvenile mind where I don’t find these scenes sexy: I find them absurd and a good gut laugh.
Like I laugh my ass off like they told a good joke.
Man oh man.
I’m going to die alone.
Anyway, this is about an heiress (of course) who falls for a brick house of a man (of course) who is named Jasper (duh).
I actually really like Sylvia Days writing, and she spun a good yarn while still keeping with certain romance novels tropes but without making the tropes seem corny as hell.
Not once did she mention anyone with an aquiline nose. Which now that I say that…what in the hell does that even mean???
Oh snap. I looked it up and it says “Like an eagle”. I had no idea! I thought it meant like perfect ski slope or something.
This. Changes. Everything.
Or does it? Probably not.
I needed some young adult in my life after reading Lolita.
WHOOOOOAAAA what a horrible way to phrase that.
And yet I left it so you could read it and be mortified with me and for me.
Anyway: I love YA novels that have heart. And murder. Lots and lots of murder. And mystery. But mostly murder.
Is something wrong with me? Who knows. But this book was SO. DAMN. GOOD.
This book is about how Eden who had a pretty good life (talking good parents, nice house, just above middle class upbringing) until the revolution happened and then she was left with only a handful of relics and clues from her dad about where a secret island is. That which is a sanctuary to all those who reach it. Far from the horrible daily grind of living in a hellish world.
This book was part thriller, part female empowerment, and part suspense.
And I believe there was a hot ginger in there somewhere that had me happily trailing along through this book.
Read this if you were into The Hunger Games. Because it’s sort of like that but somehow more mature? I don’t know.
Can’t wait to read more!
How do I describe this book? How do I describe my experience with this book?
It was confuddling.
I loved it. And HATED it. I never want to read it again. I never want to TOUCH it again.
I want to repeatedly stab it. While also suggesting that people read it?
It was confuddling because it makes you feel sympathy for a pedophile at one point because the 12 year old girl is being mean to him.
Like. How does a writer even accomplish that???
Hats off to this guy because DAMN DUDE. I was bound and determined to hate this book because of its context (and I did). But I NEVER thought I was going to be like “Oh poor Humbert.”
Which made me audibly yell “WHAT?!” after I thought that and put the book down for a few days.
It took me a long time to read this because I needed to take Soul Breaks. It was grossing me out and I needed to put it under Jeremiah Duncan (the ceramic pig I have on my kitchen table) and leave it there for weeks at a time.
I have a wrinkle on my nose from scowling at it that I have nicknamed ‘Lolita’.
Once again, this is a devastating and life ruining book my friend suggested to me because it was SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN YOU FORGET WHAT IT’S REALLY ABOUT FOR PAGES AT A TIME.
I think I’m psychic sometimes.
Or I’m an evil witch who accidentally marks a person for death upon reading their autobiography.
Poor sweet dirty bird Burt Reynolds.
This book was so fun to read and incredibly interesting!
I love a good autobiography these days and I really enjoyed how this sounds how he talked. His stories were cool, his life was amazing, and his heart was big as all get out.
And man did he love Sally Field.
And hate that photo shoot on the rug. He even wrote in the book how when he dies he hopes that no one remembers him JUST for that.
Go figure on social media that’s the picture EVERYONE and their mother was putting up to commemorate him.
Rest in peace you hairy bastard.
Hey there sports fans!
I just wanted to remind y’all that I have a book club on Instagram now!
It’s called “DerangedBookClub” and you can follow what I’m currently reading and join in the Instagram Live at the end of each month to hear my thoughts “in person” and actually kind of talk to me!
How fun! And weird. But I’m getting used to it.
Join up and say Hiiiiiiii!