Hey there sports fans!
So I’ve been inconsistent as hell lately. And yes, I realize I make a posting like this one every summer…fall…winter….spring….
But I’m human and sometimes daily life takes priority and I forget to write reviews for a year. SO there’s that.
Let’s see, what have I been up to recently? Mostly making things for my shop, conning myself into reading books to get out of my reading rut (Great Expectations was SO good that I kind of was left for awhile in a state of ‘This book isn’t good enough…this book isn’t good enough…” We’ve all been there.) and finally crawling my way back out.
It is my goal this week to get back on track with this and writing a bunch of new reviews and Keep Moving Forwards! …given that I’m a year behind on these things…*shrugging emoji*
Thank you for your patience (as ever) with my inconsistency.
But more items are coming to the shop soon and I’m hoping to open a more broad shop with Shopify and getting my act together in general.
Hope you are having a great summer and that you’re not in a book rut!
…did I just gypsy curse you???
I need you to not judge me about these books.
Well, actually, no I don’t. I found them enjoyable and light and fun. Great summer books, shenanigan type plot, and romance thrown in.
My favourite kind of book!
So the start of this series is written about Billie Pearce, a single, divorced, mother of two, and a polo instructor Nicholas Kaharchek. Billie lets Nicks cousin DeeDee live with her while her kids are away for the summer, and all hell breaks loose.
It was funny and silly and just the kind of thing you need when you are day drinking at the cottage and warm in the sunshine and don’t want too heavy of a plot dragging you down.
That’s my favourite thing about Janet Evanovich books, they are clever while still being readable, and have adventure and thrills without being dragged down by clinical terms or police driven plots, and have romances that feel like that’s how they would actually happen, not the kind where they are running towards each other on a beach. (If that ever did happen you better believe that one of them trips and gets a face full of sand.)
Good old fashioned fun books.
Music lovers listen up: this book is for you.
It was however, not for me.
It drags on in the beginning and then only got really good around the last 50 pages.
I want to like Nick Hornby’s stuff, but I just don’t think it’s in the cards for me. My sister had an unpleasant reading of one of his other books as well, and I don’t know if I’ll carry on with his books unless someone can suggest one that I’ll really REALLY like.
Anyway, this book was about a couple, Duncan and Annie, where Duncan is obsessed with a singer by the name of Tucker Crowe that just disappeared after a heated fight with his girlfriend in a public bathroom. 20 years ago.
Annie eventually begins to correspond with Tucker Crowe after she voices her opinion on a fan website that contradicts what all his “true” fans are saying about his new album ‘Juliet, Naked’ where it’s the stripped down version of the original album he made.
This was an okay book. Don’t get me wrong, I like music, but like Annie, I’m not IN that world or obsessive about it. Not like I am the world of cross stitch (which I’m well aware sounds incredibly insane.) . We all have our things and music, while amazing and soul-healing, isn’t something I’m GOTTA HAVE IT about when it comes to records or albums.
I just love it in the sense of what it makes me feel when it wanders into my life.
This book was difficult for me to focus on because of that.
Which is why I say: it’s for music lovers. You’ll be into it. Maybe.
I don’t know your life. Constant vigilance.
I realize I’ve been fairly M.I.A. lately, but I’ve been working on some stuff for the store and working out more and generally living my life outside of the internet.
My body and brain hurt, but it’s all for the better!
Don’t worry about things in your way, or stalling your progress. Listen to the word “Yet” and you’ll get there soon!
You read that right. I read Britney Spears’ moms book.
The funny thing about that is: 1) I could care less about anything Lynne Spears has to say.
and 2) I found this book in a thrift store (surprise surprise) and found a ticket stub for a flight somewhere with a girls name on it from high school! And it turns out it was her book for real.
Anyway, this book was the autobiographical musings of Lynne Spears and on Britney’s life and what exactly went down in 2007 when Brit Brit lost her shit shit.
It was actually really nice to read a book from her moms perspective and even though I’ll never know the truth of anything because I don’t actually know this family, it was nice to think that this was all the truth and that her mom was really trying to tell her side.
Overall: good beach book, semi-interesting excerpts from Britney’s life (if you’re a fan that is.), and Mama Spears doesn’t pull any punches. I wouldn’t recommend it outright, but I wouldn’t tell you NOT to read it if you were in the mood for something like it.
This year is the year I say ‘Goodbye’ to the word ‘Diet’. That word holds a lot more power than we think it does. What is a diet? A diet is a list of “Should’ and ‘Shouldn’t’. A diet is something to restrict yourself to. A diet is something you follow, PMS, and then everything is on fire and you don’t know how you ended up eating three bags of chips in a week, a jar of pickles, and a case of chocolate.
You black out and wake up in a stupor of “Oh shit. What did I do?”
And then I rip myself a new one, calling myself a failure, making myself feel like shit because I failed myself once again. It’s brutal. It’s a cycle I’m working on breaking.
At least that’s me. I tend to go on diets and think to myself “Well, I’ll just have ONE little bite” of the thing that diet says not to eat and then I’m down a rabbit hole looking like Gollum and swiping at anyone who tries to come near me.
So. This year I made a choice for my mental health (as well as my physical health) and decided I wasn’t going to diet anymore. Crash diets, juicing, cleanses, detoxes, any building that has the word “Herbal” in it is no longer for me. I don’t want to take “Herbals” anymore to help me lose weight faster. I don’t want to cut things from my life in order to lose weight.
I honestly, just want to stop thinking about losing weight in general.
I’ve added a lot of Body Inspirational women to my Instagram, I’ve gotten really into My Peak Challenge, I’ve started doing the grocery shopping in my house because then I’m in control of the goodies that come in. I’ve started cooking again.
I’ve taken a stand in a way. I’m in no way obese or a “health risk”. At least not according to how I feel in my own body recently. (Which thanks to doing MPC I feel a hell of a lot stronger. Yes. That was me patting myself on the back for getting my ass up.) I’m 5 foot 6, weigh 200 pounds (I’ve recently lost five. I expect more to get out of here because I’m currently menstruating and that usually means I’ve gained 5 pounds of pure water weight.) and have an addiction to coffee.
That coffee thing is really hard to beat when you work with kids, let me tell you. The 3 year old talks a mile a minute and it’s all I can do to keep up with his train of thought!
My point is: I’ve stopped dieting. And started planning. Which is it so fucking different from dieting let me tell you. I’m not starving, I’m not angry, I’m not looking for loopholes, sneaking fast food, or devouring carbs like a gremlin in the dark of the night.
‘Meal Plan’ sounds so much more positive than “Diet’. I mean, diet has the word ‘die’ in it. Come on.
But MEAL PLAN, dude, that’s a plan to eat meals. That sounds awesome! PLANNING TO EAT IS SO GREAT.
And some people will think that there’s barely a difference, because I’m still restricting certain foods. But I’m also trying to do intuitive eating, which is thinking about what I’m chomping on and how it makes me feel and my body feel. And let me tell you, pops are dead to me, certain candy is dead to me, I hate to say it, but potatoes are kind of dead to me (I’ll never give up on poutines though. NEVER.) and certain breads are goners too.
So that’s where I’m at this month with my working out and planning. It’s actually been really nice to be able to feel powerful again.
Do what you got to do for you, and you’ll only get stronger!
Keep moving forward!
It’s raining like a S.O.B. outside right now, here’s hoping a day indoors is exactly what I needed!
Have a great day puny humans!
Keep moving forward.
We’ve made it out of the Roald Dahl vortex. Thank God.
I was originally reading this book because I had been interested in it for awhile and then the movie was coming out, so naturally, I was trying to prep myself for the movie!
And then I never went and saw the movie.
I hold all the logic in my hands, don’t I?
Anyway, this book freaked me out. But only because there were pictures of what everyone looks like in it and the pictures are creepy as all hell. Nobody likes old timey circus photos Ransom Riggs! NOBODY.
On the whole though, this book was really good. I liked Jacob, and the back story of why he can see things others can’t, I enjoyed the entire plot, the writing was great, I really look forward to reading more of these. (And finally watching the movie.)
Maybe I’m just saying that because I can’t take anymore kid books though.
So I’ve been working out lately, okay, a lot of things have gotten in the way, but I’m trying to actively eat better and work out.
Nevertheless this is so damn true. And also…just an excuse to look at Jason Momoa. Hahahahaha!
Okay ladies now let’s get in formation.
Cuz we slay.
Another year single, another year ready for a pringle. Am I right?
Look, there are only so many ways that I can try to make you feel better about being single with me. Over the years I have written about what not to do to your single friends, I’ve given you the option of dating fictional men instead of real men, I’ve sent you a Valentine with David Tennant, I’ve made you collages, I’ve made romantic book lists.
I’m one hell of a Valentine if you ask me. Because for the people I care about I also bake things and drink wine with them and have a Galentine’s day if it’s on a weekend.
Damn. I’m so romantic and I didn’t even notice.
This year though, I thought I would try something different.
JUST KIDDING THAT’S THE WORST. *laugh crying emoji*
Here’s what I would like to say to you this year:
Treat yo self.
That’s right. I’ve decided (since I’ve turned 30 and ain’t nobody putting a ring on this finger any time soon.) that I will date myself, so to speak. In that I now buy myself relatively expensive presents for my big events.
Because I’m going to die alone in a pile of dogs. #livingthedream
This year I have my eye on a sweet purse that has bananas on it. Because I’m an adult.
You know you’re awesome, you have to by now because I’ve been convincing you for years. You hustle like a champ and all the good things will come your way. And if they don’t, then they weren’t meant for you.
Love isn’t something that is to be forced, it will show up when it is meant to happen and the only thing to do in the meantime is live your life the way you want to because someday you’ll be knee deep in a relationship and these days are the ones you’ll look back on and think “Yeah. I set myself up to be who I want to be and that’s what got me here.”
Or you’ll think “Man. I miss when I could sit around with no pants on and I only had to forage for food for one person.” If you’re lucky, your future significant other will also like not wearing pants while watching TV and will be the kind of person who buys surprise pizzas instead of flowers.
Because flowers are the goddamn dumbest thing to bring a person. Stop bringing things home that can die, bring home things we can eat. (I know you feel me ladies!)
Romantic entanglements aren’t the only things that matter in life. You do you girl!
Man, sometimes I get really serious.
Probably because I hate when I chirp myself for being single so I get mad when I think others are doing it to themselves! Good thing I have some friends who are good with throwing encouragement at me like it’s a confetti parade and give me a hard slap of reality when I need it.
Happy Valentines Day you sons of bitches.
Use the search button to find other such inspirational posts from years of yore. It’s worth it. But I’m biased because I wrote them.
Fantastic Mr. Fox
Admittedly, I didn’t know Roald Dahl even wrote this. I thought it came from the likes of someone with a twisted mind like Tim Burton.
Well, given what his other books, I wasn’t totally wrong.
This book was good, but had some serious darkness in it. I didn’t like reading to the kid that the foxes were trapped at one point and that the evil farmer was trying to basically set them on fire.
Not exactly kid friendly those bits.
Plus the foxes were starving to death at one point I think.
It’s okay though, they build a small society with their other animal friends.
I don’t 100% remember this book, so maybe read it before you read it to your kid.
Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator
I didn’t know this book existed. This follows Charlie, his grandfather, and Willy Wonka on their adventure after they burst through the roof.
There’s probably a reason why I never knew this existed, and that’s because it turns a little sci-fi on us and moves away from the classic Chocolate Factory aspect of things.
They end up going through space, then nearly being gunned down by the army, and a whole slew of misadventures.
It was still cute, but not as good as the first, which is probably why he never revisited these characters again.
The Magic Finger
Another weird one for the record books. But only in that it had an odd magical element, nothing truly creepy or life threatening could come of this one. It was just about a little girl who was mad at the neighbours for hunting and turned them into birds.
It was okay.
Have you had enough of my non-review reviews? Have you had enough of Roald Dahl?
I’ve heard about this book for awhile, it’s noted as one of his best, and I can’t agree on that. I definitely enjoyed Matilda and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory better. Hell, I enjoyed The Witches better.
The Twits was good in that it was odd, but that’s where it ended. I didn’t like them at all (I’m guessing you weren’t supposed to) and I can’t stand books where it’s teaching kids new ways to be bad.
But then again, I guess it’s also teaching kids what retaliation is for when you ARE bad. Because there’s a monkey uprising in this.
Danny the Champion of the World
I love a good gypsy story, but I think I’m just on the outs with Roald Dahl at this point. Reading the entire collection he has to a kid over the span of months is really daunting if you find some of his stories to be flipping weird.
On the one hand, this story was sweet because it was about a father and son, how they plot ways to get back at a mean man, but on the other hand: I can’t read anymore of these books.
Yeesh. Maybe it’s just the way I perceive them, maybe other people see the good parts where the villain is conquered, but I just see these books as a ‘How-to’ on misbehaviour.
I think I’m turning into an adult.
It’s finally happening. Oh God. Help me.
I bet I would’ve loved these books as kids! To see adults get their comeuppance for keeping the kids spirits down! But as an adult I can’t help thinking what little brats some of the kids in these stories are.
Anyway…. this wasn’t the worst of them. I’d say you could read this to your kid, no matter what age.
So that’s the last of the Roald Dahl! Next week will be back to regular programming!
(Especially since the kid wants me to sing to him at naptime instead of read to him.)
I’ve been pretty busy these last few mon–years. Things have gotten out of control and I’m only JUST starting to patch things together to make them workable.
One of those things being writing “reviews”, which at this point they are more or less just blurbs on like “Read it if you feel like it” and “HOLY HELL THIS BOOK WAS AMAZING”. Either way, things have gotten pretty laissez-faire around here. Which was my whole life until I realized that I needed to pull myself together because I’m reviewing books from last summer and I have no clue what to write about them.
Which is why I labelled this segment: Ballroom Blitz.
Because I’m going to throw a bunch of tentatively labelled “reviews” at you.
‘Bunheads’ was on my summer reading list last year it was a nice beach book for sure.
Not intense in content, but still a decent story and plot. It’s about ballerinas, one in particular, and you follow their story of competitiveness, heartbreak, life, and their need to dance.
It was really well written (unlike these reviews), and I look forward to finding something else of hers in the future.
Definitely take this on a trip with you.
The Invisible Ones–Stef Penney
This book was pretty decent given that I didn’t know what I was walking into. The plot centres around gypsies and their lifestyle, but only because one of them goes missing and a cop is trying to suss out what happened.
It was well written and I look forward to reading some of the authors others books.
I liked reading about gypsies, and I enjoyed the characters and the plot twists.
Definitely a good mystery for anyone looking for one.
The Night We Said Yes–Lauren Gibaldi
This book was sent in one of my OwlCrate boxes, I was interested in reading it since it was all about how these people spent a night (you guessed it) saying ‘Yes’ to everything.
It was a silly story and definitely more for teens than even Young Adults. I’m neither, but still, it should’ve had a little more juice to it. It barely had any meat on its bones, and it was the first book from OwlCrate that I was really really disappointed in.
Handed it off to head to a thrift store. Hopefully some tween will enjoy it more than I did.
Next week will focus solely on Roald Dahl’s works.