Everyone should read this as a teenager.
It tells you important things on self confidence and what really matters in life.
I liked reading Lilly’s journey on being a YouTube star. (Which, if you haven’t seen anything she’s done: GO. Watch. She’s hilarious.)
She has some fantastic stories.
And that’s all I’ve really got for a book that was well written and thoughtful.
(Go figure. I wrote like three pages on fucking ‘Cujo’ and I can’t even write a proper paragraph on something that will actually help other people.)
How to describe this book?
It’s…about the postal service.
How did I end up reading it? I don’t know. It’s short? That’s all I’ve really got.
Yet here I am reading a well known authors book about postal workers.
And liking it.
It doesn’t matter that I totally thought this guy wrote “Fight Club” (he didn’t, that’s Chuck Palahnuik.), or that I’ve never read anything else he’s written (totally thought I had. Book nerd problems.)
It was short but interesting somehow.
Yes, it went into the depths of the inner cogs sometimes, but otherwise, the characters were interesting and it was short enough you weren’t like “Okay asshole, that’s enough about this shit.”.
He knows exactly how to tell a story and exactly where to end it.
I needed this book after I read Marilyn Mansons book.
I needed to scrub my brain for awhile.
So this is (naturally) a romance about how a mans wife was ended in a hit and run, she was the love of his life and nothing will ever be the same.
His kids hot teacher. Whoa whoa whooooAAAaaa.
Okay it wasn’t exactly like that, but this book is just as you suspect it will be.
Heartbreaking and lovely and with a piss off ending.
Classic Nicholas Sparks.
Always with the piss off endings.
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.