I just got a notification from WordPress congratulating me on 8 years of writing on this blog.
8 years I’ve spent writing about books I’ve loved or hated, personal stories of triumph or failure, love and loss, book hunting, Keep Moving Forwards, True Story Tuesdays, or To Say a Little Words.
8 years of my life.
An inconsistent 8 years of writing on here, but still! That’s bananas.
So thank you all who have stuck with me, who have appreciated the posts, who have reached out to tell me how hilarious I am. I have a small fanbase, but I still appreciate it and am so grateful.
Here’s to you all! For putting up with my nonsense, my wisdom, my lies about when I’ll be posting, my long stretches of going MIA, and the grappling I do with books on a daily basis.
Here’s to books! Without them I would’ve beheaded someone a long time ago.
“What the fuck did I get myself into?”
This is the thought that came up the most when I read this book.
Look, I know who Marilyn Manson is. I’ve heard some of his music, I’ve read stories about what the fuck he gets into. I know he has beef with Justin Beiber about some t-shirts.
I don’t know why I know that but I do.
I know he was married to Dita Von Teese (who I adore.), dated Rose McGowan, and that he’s in general a pretty fucking weird guy.
I didn’t realize how gross he was.
This book was traumatizing in its brilliance, but also just gross because of gross things he did. He would scare me every other page with a startling pictures. Which I’m betting was the point. This guy is smart as hell and clever as a whip. And yes, for a while he was using his powers for evil and not good. But he took a long journey back to us (I’m sure he would resent that statement. Because who is “us”? The human race?) and he’s finally becoming a human being.
I don’t know.
This book was super messed up. His stories of his golden ages were really fucked up. As one would expect.
And then he would hit you with a story of how it hurts that people would harm themselves or others in his name. And you’re like ‘You poor soul, let me hold you.”.
Really think about it before you read this book. I didn’t . And I’m both worse and better for it.
It was intelligently thought out and executed in it’s contrasting unnerving you and making you love him at the same time.
What has happened to you.
All the things. All the good and all the bad. And all the in-between things.
I’ve loved Bif since I was teeny little preteen and so much of my early teens was filled with her music. And I’m so glad to finally read her words on the things that happened to her.
And SOooooooOOooooo much happened to her.
Just read this. It’s so goddamn good that I have no words for how good it is.
I’ve literally tried to write extra paragraphs about it but I honestly have zero words. Just a feeling about this book. Like I want to grab her close and squeeze her tight.
So many bad things happen to people (duh) and she got more dollops than I have that’s for sure. Which makes me always feel like that Lady Gaga song “Come to Mama”.
Come to Mama. Tell me who hurt ya .
This book was soooooo fucking good. This was one of my OwlCrate books, and honestly, I’m so glad I got that box every month for awhile because it’s given me some of my favourite books.
And this time it gave me a book series. Which was accidental. I didn’t realize (classic) that it was going to be a series and was like ‘Wait, what?!” at the end because it didn’t end where I thought it was going to and left me wanting so much more. And then it was all “We’re a series!” and I’ve never been so happy since. (JK. JK. JK.)
But seriously over the moon about it being a series I can keep up with.
A YA novel about humans and monsters co-existing in a sense.
This was a beautiful tale of good and evil and how to fight the good fight while living in the grey area.
It’s fucking Romeo and Juliet with monsters and it’s sooo fucking good.
Talk about fan girl feels.
Why is she the most adorable person to ever adorable?
Just a really funny, well written autobiography about the kicky little life of one of our most favourite Hollywood actresses.
Her stories were cute, and I really appreciated how honest she was about what it feels like to be an actress in the limelight. Like how all of sudden (because of Twilight) she was thrown into the light and everyone thought she was this rich actress because she was given dresses to wear to awards shows and how surreal it is to be in that type of situation and then have to go home to your tiny apartment that you share with your roommate and your cheap Ikea furniture and have to give all the jewels and the dress back the next day.
I really enjoy her awkwardness and honesty.
And her incessant joking about how Chris Pine is stalking her.
I don’t feel the need to write a really long review, she can tell you all about her life in this funny book!
This is a decent “sequel” to Pride and Prejudice.
Felt like it picked up right where we left off. And also kind of felt like Downton Abbey.
I liked the writing, it was a more readable Jane Austen (I know, I know, what a shit thing to say, but we all know how it is to get through Jane Austen sometimes because of the language and time barrier. Yes. I know she wrote in English. Get a grip.) and the story was fun.
By this point in the story, Elizabeth and Darcy have been together for six years, they have some kids, and the Wickhams are back wreaking havoc.
In that they found someone dead.
It was a good mystery with beloved characters.