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.
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.
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!
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.