**A HUGE shout out and thank you to Net Galley and the publishers for sending me a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review**
I am so thankful for this book, truly. It wasn’t the best I’ve ever read, but it did something for me that I will be forever thankful for. It pulled me out of a most dreadful reading rut; specifically when it came to reading young adult fantasy. I can’t deny that the last few fantasy books I’ve read have not been anything but less than stellar and that has been so heartbreaking for me. I want my fellow authors to succeed, but as a reader I want unbelievably good content as well. While it has its flaws, The Skylark’s Song by J.M. Frey was the hero I needed.
It’s no secret that my favorite time of year is coming up and while most would probably call me basic for loving the autumn season I have always been an autumn child. In my 30 years of living this has been a true constant and I don’t see it ever changing. One of my dreams is to move to a place with actual changing leaves as my current home provides not even a tri-colored fallen leaf to keep me sated. All I can do is look out my window hoping for gray skies, orange trees, and a crisp wind as I cuddle with a warm cup of tea.
Last night I was ready for a warm cup partly for the satisfaction it brings me and also because I wanted something to help me sleep as that has been an issue as of late. I dug through some of my boxes and right after I proclaimed aloud that “I need one BIG tea box to organize these,” I pulled a caffeine free tea out from my May Sipsby box.
Thank you to the author for sending me an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
WARNING: Book contains graphic imagery and death, including a school shooting.
I feel compelled to apologize for taking as long as I have to read this book and post this review. To be fair though, there were a few other ARC receivers who DNF and still reviewed the book. (Those usually aren’t the best) The thing is I made a promise to myself that if I was going to agree to receive a book for free I better damn well give it the time and the review I promised that would be worth the price of actually purchasing it off the shelf. So, while this has been the longest I’ve held onto a book before reviewing, I am glad I am able to review it today.
When I am looking at requesting an ARC I tend to read the synopsis multiple times to make sure I get the basic idea of what the author is going for and what kind of adventure I might expect. I feel like I have gotten better about this as time has gone on, but in the beginning I ran into a few that did not deliver on the promise within their synopsis. A Mark Unwilling by Candace Wondrak not only falls into this category, it sets a precedent all its own.
For anyone who knows me the fact that the second I saw This is Me come up under my recommendations on Audible I downloaded it isn’t shocking. Chrissy Metz plays Kate on the beloved television series This Is Us and to say that I am obsessed with this show and specifically Kate’s journey would be a vast understatement. While this show may leave me as a melted puddle of tears after each and every episode, it is quite simply magic.
Beige, flavorless oatmeal, boring, these were the words that spun circles in my brain as I read White Noise by Don DeLillo. I went in with no expectations having never heard of him or any of his work, though through some research I discovered that he is considered a literary genius of the 20th century. I honestly don’t see it. Nothing could have prepared me for the level of eye droopage I would suffer in reading this book over the course of a week and half. My sole motivation in finishing was really to have it read by the time my book club meeting came around, that was it. Nothing sustained me, nothing about this story kept me going. It was through sheer force of will that I managed to finish at all.
Another month has come and gone and with it a new Sipsby box has arrived on my doorstep. Now I know that I am tragically behind in tasting/pairing these teas off, but I can’t help but be overjoyed at adding even more teas to my collection. Though this month will tragically only add 3 versus the standard 4 due to a recall that the great people at Sipsby were kind enough to inform me of. Despite that I will however still list the entirety of the box for fun.
Thank you to Net Galley for providing me with an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
WARNING: This book contains a graphic rape, attempted suicide, and abortion.
I’d like to think of myself as one that doesn’t get offended. That when the story calls for it I can deal with dark subject matter that comes out of the pages from an author hoping to add a twisted element to their story. These tropes work on occasion giving the story a deeper component that makes the story irresistible. I have encountered many stories of this kind and have enjoyed most, if not all of them if memory serves me right. I accept them for what they are and try to find their balance in the story being told.
What I cannot abide by though are these dark tropes thrown in without a care for what they can do if done with no forethought. It’s sad to say that Beast: A Tale of Love and Revenge by Lisa Jensen is just such a culprit. It is so disappointing to me because the premise of this book was fantastic. My hopes were high that I was in for a treat, as Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite stories and I wanted my first retelling experience of the story to be fantastic. This was not to be the case.
I have always found Sunday’s to be perfect tea drinking days. No matter the weather if I were to pick a day that I could guarantee I would want a cup of tea, it would be a Sunday. Living in Southern California I don’t get much choice in weather, so today, like most days, it was rather warm, sunny, no clouds. I know most people like this kind of weather, but it’s really no fun in my opinion. Give me a rainy day any day.
I woke up this Sunday morning with the need to write and have a cup of tea. The later was the easiest of the two. There are just those unfortunate days that the words don’t come as easy and today was one of them. Of course it didn’t stop me from getting some words down, but where I would normally write close to 2,000 words, I was lucky to get 500 today.
For any bibliophile the idea of being in a book club is nothing short of magical. Truly, you get to gather around with like minded souls and discuss books that you’ve read. For someone who seems to read a lot, but never can find someone to talk about the book, this is the perfect solution. Though there are things that can and can’t make such a group work.
The first book club I was involved in I was merely a participant. It was a group of upwards of fifteen women two of which I was close friends with. This group lasted I think close to a year before it completely disbanded. It was sad, but inevitable. You see, we had rules, but non were enforced. With no clear sign of leadership many didn’t read the books in time for the meetings and those that did were usually left feeling disheartened by not getting the full discussion they had hoped for. Still I stayed until the bitter end because I wanted it to work.
WARNING: This book contains rape, domestic and child abuse.
It’s always a bit hard for me when I pick up a book that promises a decently strong female lead that inevitably disappoints. I wouldn’t say I had extremely high hopes for Outlander given the year it was published and the time period the actual story takes place, but I can’t deny that I was simply hoping for better. At least better than a feeble woman whose worth is broken down to weather or not she can produce a child.