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review 2018-06-18 23:08
Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)Empire of Storms by Sarah J. Maas
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

*Edit: I wrote this review at midnight so there's mistakes and a lot of "I just can't even"s. Been correcting most, but some still linger....


STOP! A WARNING BEFORE YOU PICK UP THIS BOOK:

Okay now you're free to read it if you wish, but don't say I didn't warn you...


**Spoilers Ahead**


Well... this book, where to start? So, it's going to be a gif reaction then, since I just can't even even. (I didn't take any notes while reading this so I'm just commenting on the parts I found most memorable)

Sooo to be honest, I found this book at the beginning

SO SLOW
Also, I found myself skimming through Aelin's chapters just to get to Manon's because...well, Manon is amazing. I just can't even do her justice in writing how brill she is in this. I mean so much character development and just an overall brilliant character, I just love her so much.
Thank you, Ms. Maas.

Oh my word, and that scene with Manon battling her Grandmother,

That was definitely my FAVOURITE SCENE OML!

As for Aelin... I've thought this since HoF, --I loved Celaena but Aelin I found to be a now dull and kind of boring character. She really irritates me as well. So many mixed feeling about her...

Rowan is the same (I'll be honest, I've shipped Celaena and Chaol since forever, and I'm annoyed SJM ruined that ship by unnecessarily making Chaol seem like an-...um..bad person)
Anyway, the next victim of my honesty is Aedion.

KIDDING. (sort of)
What is up with his guy? HoF I didn't like him (push Dorian into a thorn bush next time when I'm around) and then in QoS I reeaally liked him and in this one.... especially during the end, he just...I can't deal with aggressive men, and this guy has anger issues. but that scene on the beach after Lysandra had finished that epic battle underwater and she had to wait in seadragon form, that scene, guys

Oh and Dorianon!

I love Dorian, so. darn. much. I'm like,

Love himmmmm

Okay I need to go back to Rowan and Aelin. (Jumpin' about in this review but it's the most coherent one I could come up with...)
So, what if they were just friends?

Would I like them better as friends? Heck yes. This is one of my (many) unpopular opinions; I DO NOT SHIP AELIN AND ROWAN. I loved their "friendship" in HoF and I thought when she gave this little speech, it was obvious that they were going to remain friends: "I claim you Rowan Whitethorne, I don't care how much you protest, I claim you as my friend"

I know you are/can be friends with your significant other, but after HoF I didn't see any chemistry between them besides them lusting after each other
And the... "mushy" scenes (as jessethereader so calls them)

I mean I was just like skimming through looking like,

Thinking,

Kill me all you want, but there was no real (I certainly didn't feel any) emotion at these scenes. "Love" scenes are meant to strengthen the character's relationship with each other and grow the reader's love for the characters too. But these scenes were just so dull and pointless. And needless to say, I hated them.

Elide and Lorcan were so cute together, loved 'em!
(btw, was anyone else getting Elide name mispronounced? I kept saying EE-LIED I didn't know it was EE-LEAD until the end when I was embarrassingly corrected...
In fact, here's a list of names I've been pronouncing wrong: Chaol (I thought CH [as in chair]-ALE), Maeve (MAY-EVE), and Lorcan (LOW-CAN)(I didn't even see that r in Lorcan D:<). Ugh dear me...


I'm writing this at midnight, nearing dropping off to sleep, so I'm going to skip right to THE ENDING.

I have to say, my opinion of Aelin has risen higher than before

Meaning I like her a lot more at the end of this book.

But SJM you really are a cruel human being, I can't even-- why would you do this to me??

I just...I can't...I'm sorry I just can't even...I cannot even even to even...no just no, I'm...I'm out



~~*Original review*
[3.5] stars THAT ENDING THOUGH

RTC (actually it might be a gif reaction review because nothing that I write seems coherent)


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text 2018-06-18 15:18
Reading progress update: I've read 86 out of 281 pages.
Dora Doralina - Rachel de Queiroz

 

And now for something completely different.

 

This Brazilian author gives us a window into women's lives in the early 20th century.  Published in 1975, when the feminist movement in North America was really getting going, it is an exploration of a Brazilian woman's search for independence and the right to run her own life.

 

 

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text 2018-06-18 12:35
Blog Tour: Friends & Lovers Book Series by PE Kavanagh with Excerpt and Giveaway

 

Today’s stop is for PE Kavanagh’s Friends & Lovers Book Series. We will have info about the books and author, and a great excerpt from one of the books, plus a great giveaway. Make sure to check everything out and enter the giveaway.

Happy Reading :) 

 


 

Collecting Secrets

(Book One) 

 

 

A grieving heiress. A celebrity psychologist. A decade of friendship. UNDONE BY ONE BOLD MOVE.

When Camille first met Jackson she was too young. Too innocent. Too traumatized.

Friendship was less than what she wanted, but all she could handle.

Ten years later and she’s a different woman. Strong, successful, brave. At exactly the wrong moment, one bold move threatens everything.

The safe harbor of Jackson’s family. The unconditional commitment of his friendship. The collection of secrets she never knew existed, Claims and confessions come hard and fast as Jackson and Camille navigate all that has never been said. Each step they take, closer to the truth and each other, demands another layer of secrets must fall.

Collecting Secrets is a steamy standalone contemporary romance with no cliffhanger. You will meet characters who will reappear throughout the series.

 

 

 

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Coming Home

(Book Two) 

 

 
For Ramona Barrett, a lot has happened in fifteen years.
Her maniacal grandfather finally died.
Her father sobered up and got his life in order.
She built an enviable life based on righting her family’s wrongs.
And the chubby, awkward boy who used to be her best friend is now a man she hardly recognizes.
 
Lucas Winston recovered from his law-school fiasco and is now the hottest chef in DC. The elite clamor for a seat in his restaurant, the power-hungry vie for connections to his powerful family, and an old friend demands a forgotten promise be honored. Everyone wants a piece of him.
 
Except Ramona. She can’t see that he’s never stopped loving her. That they are meant to be together. Even if he is about to marry someone else.
 
If you’re looking for smart, sexy characters in a layered, emotionally-gripping story, Coming Home will take you there.
 
This steamy, standalone contemporary romance has no cliffhanger, but includes characters you will meet throughout the series.
 
 
 
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From Collecting Secrets

 

This was not the first time Camille had looked foolish, but it might have been the first time she didn’t care. Unable to find her room key or hold back the torrent of tears, she plunked down onto the ugly hotel carpet in front of her door and sobbed, loud and hard. With nothing but the back of her hand to wipe away the tears and snot, the scene quickly escalated from tragic to gruesome. Heartbreak was no stranger. But this break-up was beyond humiliating. How dare he? She had given him everything and he claimed it wasn’t enough. He’d stood in the cold marble lobby and yelled at her. Accused her of cheating. In front of everyone. Humiliation mingled with anger and desperation, halting any effort to pull herself together. They’d flown across the country to attend this wedding and now she’d be conspicuously dateless in a room full of happy couples. She tried to take a breath and choked on a new wave of tears. A soft crush of footsteps stopped in front of her, but Camille had no interest in lifting her head off her knees to look. “Hey, Cam. What’s wrong?” She knew that voice, as well as the gentle stroke of his hand in her hair. “Camille. You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” His worry pierced through her pain and, with great effort, she tilted her head up to see her best friend’s face inches from hers. His eyes flashed to fear. “Camille! What happened? Are you okay? Talk to me!” It took so much energy to form words. “Calm down, Jack. I'm okay.” “You don’t look okay. Did something happen with Charlie? Where is he?” The questions were coming too fast for Camille’s throbbing, blurry head. “He dumped me.” There, she said it. Out loud. The line of his lips flattened and his breath growled. Rage filled his expression. “That mother fu-” Camille shook her head, trying to regain her composure. “We flew all the way here and that bastard couldn’t even wait one more day.” Jackson’s mouth softened. “I'm so sorry.” He rubbed his thumb across her cheek. She looked into the warm brown eyes of her closest friend, the man who’d been like a brother for the past ten years. This was how she knew him best – kind, caring, and sweet. She didn’t care how the world saw him. She had gotten to know the real man. “Let’s get you up and into your room.” He slipped his long arms under hers and stood her up. She fell into his broad chest, melting into the arms that enveloped her. “Where’s your key, love?” he whispered into the top of her head. She mumbled into his chest. “I couldn’t find it.” Keeping a firm grip around her with one arm, Jackson dipped down to pick her purse up off the ground. “Can I take a look?” “Of course.” She had no secrets from him. She winced when he had to unlock his arm from her waist to search through her purse. Of course, he knew exactly where she would have put the key: in the smallest zippered pocket. He waved it in front of the magnetic pad and the loud click confirmed his success. As expected, the room had been cleared of all Charlie’s belongings. His compulsiveness would have prevented him from forgetting anything. Camille stepped away from Jackson to look around, hoping to find a belt, or a tie, or even a tube of shaving cream. Any excuse to contact him again. But there was nothing, not even a stray hair. Charlie had almost snuck out without her knowing. If she hadn’t had to leave the restaurant to go to the bathroom, she would never have seen him, bags in hand, striding across the lobby. Jackson stepped in front of her, halting her examination of the room, and began wiping her eyes and nose with a tissue. “I'm a mess.” Only the slightest tinge of self-consciousness colored the moment. This was who they were and had always been. He pressed the tissue across her nose and she blew, like a small child. “No, Cam. You’re just hurting.” He balled up the tissue and flicked it into the small metal bin to his right. “I know you’re upset, love. But, personally, I'm glad he’s gone. He was never good enough for you. And he reinforced his complete lack of class by doing this here. I mean, he couldn’t have ended it before flying to Chicago with you?” Camille dropped her head, another rush of tears pressing against her eyes. His broad palms cupped her face, tilting her up to look at him. “Hey, hey, Cam. He has no idea what an amazing woman you are. There are better things in your future. I know it.” His shoulders lifted as he took a deep breath. Something about the look on his face locked her attention on him. When he touched his lips to hers, a first in their relationship, a tiny spark of surprise jolted her awake. When he pressed in, more deeply, passionately and deliberately, gripping her and parting her lips, there was no question a line had been crossed. A column of heat filled Camille’s body as his mouth explored hers. She could not have imagined anything as wonderful as that kiss in that moment. Until she remembered to whom that mouth belonged.

 

 

 

 

 

I believe that everything we experience exists as a story within us.

My journey as a writer includes the award-winning poem I penned at the ripe old age of seven, decades of hiding and doubt, and then finally… finally!... realizing that art needs to be shared. Storytelling is part of my heritage, even though I denied it for so long. The stories I created - true and imaginary - have saved me numerous times.

My characters come to me, like old friends excited to tell me what's new. They represent the world I see and the world I want to see.

More than anything, I care about recovery from life’s setbacks… getting back on your feet after life has brought you to your knees… and my characters fight the hard fight for the lives they know are waiting for them.

I’ve drawn my inspiration from the many flavors of my life experience. Once a sad, shy girl, I’ve also been an MIT-trained engineer, biotech executive, professional dancer, yoga teacher and business owner, school founder, spiritual counselor, entrepreneur, and author.

And I own a magic wand that I’m certain will work one day.

When I’m not typing, furiously trying to capture the stories that pour from me, you can find me loving my people to excess, globe-trotting to the next great adventure, and sporting bright red lips as a tango diva. And of course on my digital homes: pekavanagh.com and boldsoulcoaching.com.

 

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review 2018-06-18 08:36
Review: “The Flesh Cartel #8: Loyalties (The Flesh Cartel Season 3: Transformation)” (The Flesh Cartel, #8) by Rachel Haimowitz & Heidi Belleau
The Flesh Cartel #8: Loyalties (The Flesh Cartel Season 3: Transformation) - Heidi Belleau,Rachel Haimowitz

 

~ 4 stars ~

 

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quote 2018-06-18 07:20
“Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.”

 F. Scott Fitzgerald

― F. Scott Fitzgerald

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy.” ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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