wondercon 2019

 

I’m  sorry I’m posting this so late I wanted to post this earlier but have been dealing with a lot of fatigue because of my MS, which is not fun because It feels like I’m dragging my body around when it doesn’t want to move (i’v been forcing it to work the best as i can but even typing takes a lot out of me now a days). I was finally able to go to Wondercon this year! Last year I had planned to go to it but I ended up having a flair-up a week before so I had to cancel all my plans which I had been sad about. I am so happy I was able to make it this year despite having a lot MS problems and being in the hospital again for the third time at the beginning of March.

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I got into the convention around 11:30 I wanted to get in earlier but I had a horrible Headache that made me a little slow in the morning, once in I got my lanyard and schedule book and since this was my first time going to Wondercon I wandered around it for a little bit trying to figure out where everything was. My main goals for the day were to see the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D panel and the twilight zone panel.

 

After wandering around and looking  for the arena, (the panel room that was going to hold the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D panel.) I decided to get a seat in it early. I sat though their trailer park panel,  which is where they play all the trailers for upcoming comic/pop culture movies and TV shows and then it was time for the agents of S.H.E.L.D panel. They brought out the cast and they talk about the show for a little bit, eventually they ask us if we wanted to see the first episode of the new season and told us to put all  recording devices away they closed the door and showed us the episode,  It was amazing. After the episode they did a Q&A section of the panel and then it was over.

 

 

After the panel I walk around for a little bit and looked at a few of the artist before going to find the panel room for the twilight zone, I’m a huge fan of the original twilight zone so I really wanted to see this panel and get a feel on how the new series would be. I found the line for the panel and stood in it a little worried that I wouldn’t be able to get in because there were a lot of people in line. It moved quickly and I was able to get in, the panel was about a hour.

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Afterwards I got lunch before looking  at the rest of the artists and by the time I was done with artist ally the con was over for the day. I had a lot of fun and I will definitely  be going again next year if I’m able to.

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In the Neighborhood of True blog tour

I’m honored to be part of the blog tour for in the neighborhood of true today, this book is beautifully written ownvocie book and i really loved it. Today i have a expert of the book for you along with my review.

 

first the synopsis

A powerful story of love, identity, and the price of fitting in or speaking out.

After her father’s death, Ruth Robb and her family transplant themselves in the summer of 1958 from New York City to Atlanta—the land of debutantes, sweet tea, and the Ku Klux Klan. In her new hometown, Ruth quickly figures out she can be Jewish or she can be popular, but she can’t be both. Eager to fit in with the blond girls in the “pastel posse,” Ruth decides to hide her religion. Before she knows it, she is falling for the handsome and charming Davis and sipping Cokes with him and his friends at the all-white, all-Christian Club.

Does it matter that Ruth’s mother makes her attend services at the local synagogue every week? Not as long as nobody outside her family knows the truth. At temple Ruth meets Max, who is serious and intense about the fight for social justice, and now she is caught between two worlds, two religions, and two boys. But when a violent hate crime brings the different parts of Ruth’s life into sharp conflict, she will have to choose between all she’s come to love about her new life and standing up for what she believes.

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my review

4 stars

I really loved this book it was such a beautiful and powerful read Susan Kaplan Carlton’s writing is stunning and while the story was simple and straight forward, (it’s just a story of a girl trying to find herself there’s nothing big happening no end of the world stakes here it’s a quiet book but a powerful one ). It held a truth to it that I don’t see very often in books, (though that might be because of the books I tend to pick up). It’s a book that made me stop and really think and while the book takes place in the 50’s the subjects it tackles still ring true to today in some places.

 

Ruth Robb has just moved from New York to Atlanta after her Father’s death it dosn’t take long for her to find herself amid the world of pre- debutante/debutante balls, southern teas and etiquette classes wanting into be a part of  this new world she hides the fact that she’s Jewish, making a trade with her mom she’ll spend Sunday’s at temple for the new life she’s trying to fit into and it works until a violent hate crime rocks her world forcing her to come to terms with who she really is.

 

I can’t describe the way this book made me feel,  it’s a coming of age story about a girl who’s trying to find herself during a difficult time in history, it’s a story about first love and heartbreak, it’s a story about Activism against both  racism and anti-Semitism and standing up for what is right. The way everything is tackled is done very well It’s not in your face it doesn’t take away from Ruth’s story it’s a part of Ruth’s story but not her whole story.

 

I loved Ruth and her family and how real they felt, I felt all of Ruth’s heartbreak and hope and love while reading this book, I loved Davis because Ruth loved him and I felt for all the girls she made friends. It takes a really talented writer to bring to life characters that you feel so much for and feel like they could be real and I aplaude Susan for doing just that.

 

I’m going to be honest I don’t know much about the south or about Jews or the struggles they have been though and are still going though and this is one of the reasons why I picked up this book, I picked it up out of curiosity  for a people I don’t know  much about but would love to learn about. This is also a #ownvoice book which made me even more excited to read it.

 

I would highly recommend this book I feel like it’s a book that everyone should read and if you do decided to pick it up I hope you love Ruth’s story.

 

now for the expert!

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The Whole Truth

1959

 

The navy dress was just where I left it, hanging hollow as a compliment behind the gown I’d worn to the Magnolia Ball the night everything went to hell in a handbasket.
I thought of Davis and his single dimple and how his hand had hovered at the small of my back, making me feel its phantom weight even when he wasn’t touching me. I thought of a diflerent day and a diflerent dress, this one with sunburst pleats-how he’d unzipped it and fanned it out on the grass that night at the club, how the air was sweet
as taffy, and how when we rejoined his family I’d wondered if every pleat was back in place.
“Ruth!” Mother’s voice burst into the closet. “Not the morning to dillydally.”

 

“Coming,”  I said, but I did the opposite of not-dallying. I put the navy dress on over my slip and sat, right there on the closet floor, not giving a fig about wrinkles. It was as if my nerves had pitched the world ten degrees to the left and I had to plunk down to
find my balance.

 

It was cool at the back of the closet-in what I’d come to think of as my New York section, the land of navies and blacks and grays-where the floor was concrete, smooth and solid beneath me.
When we’d first arrived here at the end of an airless sum­-mer, Mother, who’d changed from Mom to Mother when we crossed the Mason-Dixon Line, told her parents, whom we’d always called Fontaine and Mr. Hank, that Nattie and I needed wall-to-wall carpet to cushion our landing. Maybe we needed cushioning after the shock of our father’s death, or maybe we needed cushioning after moving from our apart­-ment in New
York to our grandparents’ guesthouse behind the dogwoods. Either way, the next afternoon, two men turned up with a roll of white carpet and stapled it over every square inch of the place, save for the closets.
Just like that, we were blanketed in an ironic, improbable snowstorm.
“Now, Ruthie,” Mother said, on the other side of the door.

 

I stood up and pulled in, feeling th e dread in my chest prickle from th e inside out.
The dress reminded me of Leslie Caron in An American in Paris, except I was an American in Atlanta , and in the six months I’d been here, my taste and I had gone from simple to posh to simple again. If th e girls in th e pastel posse were in th e
courtroom today, I bet they’d be in shades of sherbet, rays of sunshine against the February sky.
Today, I didn’t want to be sunny.
Today, I wanted to be Plain Ruth, teller of truth.

 

On the drive downtown, Mother said, “You be your­ self up there, R uthi e. It doesn’t have to get ugly.” Her short bangs curled down her foreh ead like a question mark.
Here, nothing was suppos ed to get ugly.
As we passed the putting greens on Northside, I wat ched the trees sway, thinking that wint er was difle rent- pretti er­ in a place where the trees cared enough about their leaves to hold on to them year-round. And also thinking that prettin ess had to be
planned, th at the sprinklers had to work hard to keep the perfect green lawn from turning back to plain red clay.
I cranked down th e window, needing to feel th e air.

 

We were twelve minutes late. Mother was often late, a leftover New York a:fiectation, but today my dallying about dresses had held us up. For a half second, I paused in front of the large door with FULTON COUNTY SUPERIOR COURT etched in gold, then inhaled and turned the knob gently, hoping to avoid a clang.

 

Clang.
A hundred or more heads swiveled in my direction .
Mother dropped her smile, but then she touched her pearls and reassembled herself. I followed her lead, hand to my throat, where my own string of pearls-along with my stomach and other major organs-had taken up residence.
The courtroom was impressive, with a soaring ceiling and sunlight flooding in from impossibly tall windows. It looked not unlike the temple at the center of the trouble.
The pastel posse was here after all. I tried to catch Gracie’s eye, but she was busy tugging her apricot twinset into place. Mother and I walked past Rabbi Selwick and his wife, both turned out in tweed, and I thought of him at our house with his daughter and
her gift of peach preserves. Behind them were women in fur and men in pinstripes. The couples­ probably from the Club-looked like they were waiting for a tray of martinis to glide by.
Mother stepped into the third row, and I slid next to her. Davis was five feet away, at the defendant’s table. The collar of his white oxford shirt, crisp and starched, poked out above his blazer. I couldn’t tell a single thing Davis was thinking, from looking at the back of his very handsome head.
T he attorney nodded to me and twisted his mouth . “You’re late.” To th e judge he said, “We apologize for the delay, Your Honor. We call Ruth Robb to the stand.”
My pumps click-clicked on the marble floor. A woman with coral lipstick motioned for me to sit in the witness chair, like on Perry Mason. Goose bumps inched up my arms. I wished I’d thought to bring a cardigan.
She turned to me and said, “Raise your right hand and repeat
after me.”
I raised my hand and noticed a sunburst carved into the paneling over the door I’d just walked through, a little moment of brightness.

 

“Other right,”  she said.
“i’m sorry.” I raised my other hand. “I’m terrible with left and right. I always-”
“Miss-” the judge said, looking down at a note card. “Miss Robb. No need to talk now.” He had gray hair and half-glasses, and he gave a half smile.
And I thought : But that’s why I’m here. Because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut.
The woman picked up a Bible, and I placed my free hand over its worn leather cover. I knew there were two Bibles- one for whites and one for Negroes. I knew because Rabbi
Selwick was on a mission to have Negro witnesses use the same Bible as the rest of Atlanta. I thought about asking for the Negro Bible, even though every single person in the court­ room was white, but as the judge himself had “No need to talk now.”
“Do you swear on this Bible the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?” the woman asked.
In the distance, I heard a sprinkler turn on. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I glanced at the Bible, the King James version, and it occurred to me I was swearing on the sacred text of another religion, that there wasn’t a Tanakh for Jews to pledge their truthfulness upon .
I wanted Davis to look up. I wanted to see if his tie was straight. I wanted to see if he’d nicked himself shaving. I wanted to see the constellation of freckles across his eyelids. I wanted to see how he looked when he looked at me.
And then he did-his true-blue eyes locked right on mine . I felt the heat slide up my cheeks. Davis, who taught me about the Uncivil War, and blowing perfecta smoke rings, and real honest-to-God French-kissing. Davis, who said he wanted us to get married
the second we turned twenty-one.
I swallowed. “I do.”

 

 

 

“The story may be set in the past, but it couldn’t be a more timely reminder that true courage comes not from fitting in, but from purposefully standing out…and that to find out who you really are, you have to first figure out what you’re not.”

    —Jodi Picoult, New York Times bestselling author of A Spark of Light and Small Great Things

                                                                                                                                   

In The Neighborhood Of True

 

by Susan Kaplan Carlton

 

 

“Every character is memorable and complex, and the plot quickly becomes engrossing…the characters’ moral decisions are so complicated and so surprising that many people will be kept spellbound by even the tiniest detail. Riveting.”

Kirkus Reviews

 

“Carlton does an excellent job of mixing the personal with the historical here…Ruth crisply relays her conflicted feelings, the tense situations, and characters who are well shaded and occasionally surprising.”

Booklist

 

“A gorgeous story about a teenage girl finding her voice in the face of hate, heartbreak, and injustice.”

Nova Ren Suma, #1 New York Times bestselling author of A Room Away from the Wolves

 

“Susan Kaplan Carlton’s snapshot of 1958 Atlanta is both exquisite and harrowing, and I will hold it in my heart for a long time.”

—Rachel Lynn Solomon, author of You’ll Miss Me When I’m Gone and Our Year of Maybe

 

“You might not think a book set in 1959 could feel wildly relevant, but wow does this YA set in Atlanta that explores anti-Semitism in the south during the Civil Rights era feel incredibly on point after the shooting at the Tree of Life synagogue in Pittsburgh.”

Barnes & Noble Teen Blog

 

 

“While it’s not wrong to say that historical fiction can be a great genre to read when you want to take a break from current events, these books can also be a gateway to re-examining and understanding the many ways that history can repeat itself unless people make meaningful, positive change happen. Susan Kaplan Carlton’s debut, In The Neighborhood of True, is a combination of both: romantic escapism brushes against harsh truths about discrimination and violence.”

Bustle 

 

 

When Susan Kaplan Carlton began to write In the Neighborhood of True (publication date: April 9, 2019; $17.95), she was inspired by historic events that had taken place in a synagogue where her family once worshipped. She never imagined that news in 2017 and 2018 would lend new relevance to the violent anti-Semitism she addresses in her YA novel. Partly inspired by the Atlanta temple bombing of 1958, In the Neighborhood of True is the thoughtful and provoking story of Ruth Robb, a young woman trying to fit in to the “in” crowd in her new hometown by hiding her Jewish heritage. Susan Kaplan Carlton’s past historical YA novels have been praised for their “believable, rich, likable characters” (Kirkus Reviews) and “important” (Booklist) topics relevant to teens’ lives. In this novel of the 50s Jim Crow South, Kaplan Carlton’s gorgeous prose invokes a time filled with sweet tea and debutante balls as well as cross burnings and hate crimes.

 

In the sweltering summer of 1958, Ruth Robb and her family move to Atlanta from New York City after the sudden death of her father. A fish out of water and grieving, Ruth meets the ruling “pastel posse” and their little pink book of manners. She quickly falls for the charming and popular Davis, who teaches her about football games and the Country Club, and is the perfect escort. Eager to fit in and to follow in her mother’s footsteps as a debutante, Ruth hides her Jewish heritage and her attendance at Sabbath services in a segregated Atlanta. Then a hate crime tears apart her community, and Ruth is forced to confront the prejudice head on and speak up about injustice.

Carlton’s family attended services at the Hebrew Benevolent Society, Atlanta’s oldest synagogue and a center for early civil rights advocacy, in the early 2000s. She says that watching her younger daughter volunteer “in one of the classrooms that had been bombed years before… stayed with me—the idea that the walls that held these kids had once been blown apart by white supremacists…it became really important to me to write this book about a girl who comes to do the right thing even when it’s hard and heartbreaking.”

 

Praised as “riveting” (Kirkus) and “wildly relevant” (Barnes & Noble Teen Blog), Carlton’s novel depicts an endearing heroine caught between two very different boys and the choice to fit in or speak out, and vividly evokes the temptation to turn a blind eye to injustice in order maintain the status quo. In the Neighborhood of True will have you immersed in its Southern summer, craving a Co-Cola by a picturesque pool with a relatable narrator, rooting for her to embrace her truth.

 

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Susan Kaplan Carlton currently teaches writing at Boston University. She is the author of the YA novels Love & Haight and Lobsterland. Her writing has also appeared in Self, Elle, Mademoiselle, and Seventeen. She lived for a time with her family in Atlanta, where her daughters learned the finer points of etiquette from a little pink book and the power of social justice from their synagogue.

susankaplancarlton.com |      @susankcarlton |       @susankcarlton

 

 

in another life blog tour

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i’v heard a lot of really good things about C.C hunters books so when i was asked to be a part of the blog tour i jumped at it. i have a expert of in another life for you today along with my review.

 

synopsis

 

What would you do if your whole life was a lie and learning the truth could cost you your life? 

From New York Times bestselling author of the Shadow Falls series comes C. C. Hunter’s new YA thriller about a girl who learns that she may have been kidnapped as a child, and must race to uncover the truth about her past before she winds up a victim.

Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn’t scar her, and she’s had a great life. Now, fourteen years later, her loving parents’ marriage has fallen apart and her mom has moved them to Joyful, Texas. Starting twelfth grade as the new kid at school, everything Chloe loved about her life is gone. And feelings of déjà vu from her early childhood start haunting her.

When Chloe meets Cash Colton she feels drawn to him, as though they’re kindred spirits. Until Cash tells her the real reason he sought her out: Chloe looks exactly like the daughter his foster parents lost years ago, and he’s determined to figure out the truth.

As Chloe and Cash delve deeper into her adoption, the more things don’t add up, and the more strange things start happening. Why is Chloe’s adoption a secret that people would kill for?

 

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my review

2 out of 5 stars

first i’m going to warn you guys that i wrote this review when i was really sick so i hope that it turned out okay.

I’v heard some amazing things about C.C hunter’s books specially her shadow fall series so when I was invited to be on the blog tour for her newest book I jumped at it while I enjoyed it I was also disappointed by it.

After Chloe Holden’s parents get a divorce Chloe moves from El Paso Texas to Joyful Texas with her mom leaving everything behind from there she run into Cash Colton a boy who at first warns her not to do anything thinking that she’s a con artist out to get his foster families money by posing as there kidnapped daughter Soon they find themselves working together to discover if Chloe is really the daughter of cash’s foster family.

There’s a lot that is going on in this book besides for Chloe’s story and at times it felt like a little too much you not only have Chloe’s story but you also have the divorce between her parents, her mom having cancer and her dad dating a new younger woman along with cash’s story and a lot of teenage drama thrown in. i had a really hard time with this book and there were times that i just wanted to put it down and read something else but i pushed though and finished.

Here’s what I liked and didn’t like.

What I liked

. I did really like the way C.C hunter handled divorce, foster care and adoption in this book it’s one of the only reasons why I kept reading it.

What I didn’t like

. I wasn’t a fan of the romance I really didn’t like Cash and Chloe together especially at the beginning of the book, Letting air out of Chloe car tire to get close to her and stalking her by taking pictures of her files are not romantic,  I get where he was coming from but if it were me I would not want to be romantically involved with him after finding out those things.

. I’m usually a fan of switching POV but the way it’s done in this book is odd Chloe POV is in first person and cash’s POV is in third person and a lot of the time it took me a few minutes to figure out who I was reading.

.About halfway though the book we suddenly get a third POV from the villain which threw me a as to why it was there.

.I really had a problem with the way C.C hunter handled one of the side characters mothers being lesbian it felt like it was thrown in there just to cause more drama which really rubbed me the wrong way and made me want to throw the book.

.I hated the way friendships were portrayed in this book. She doesn’t really talk to her friends from El Paso anymore and the one new friend she makes in joyful isn’t really super reliable.

Besides for all that it was a quick read and reminded me a little bit of some of the books I used to read in middle school and high school. I really feel like this is a book that younger teen might enjoy better than I did.

 

now for the expert!

 

“What are you doing?” I ask when Dad pulls over at a convenience store only a mile from where Mom and I are now living. My voice sounds rusty after not talking during the five-­hour ride. But I was afraid that if I said anything, it would all spill out: My anger. My hurt. My disappointment in the man who used to be my superhero.

 
“I need gas and a bathroom,” he says.

 
“Bathroom? So you can’t even come in to see Mom when you drop me off?” My heart crinkles up like a used piece of aluminum foil.

 
He meets my eyes, ignores my questions, and says, “You want anything?”

 
“Yeah. My freaking life back!” I jump out of the car and slam the door so hard, the sound of the metal hitting metal cracks in the hot Texas air. I haul ass across the parking lot,
watching my white sandals eat up the pavement, hiding the sheen of tears in my eyes.

 
“Chloe,” Dad calls out. I move faster.

 
Eyes still down, I yank open the door, bolt inside the store, and smack right into someone. Like, my boobs smash against someone’s chest.

 

“Crap,” a deep voice growls.

 
A Styrofoam cup hits the ground. Frozen red slushie explodes all over my white sandals. The cup lands on its side, bleeding red on the white tile.

 

I swallow the lump in my throat and jerk back, removing my B cup boobs from some guy’s chest.

 
“Sorry,” he mutters, even though it’s my fault. I force myself to look up, seeing first his wide chest, then his eyes and the jet-­black hair scattered across his brow. Great! Why couldn’t he be some old fart?

 

I return to his bright green eyes and watch as they shift from apologetic to shocked, then to angry.

 

I should say something—like, add my own apology—but the lump in my throat returns with a vengeance.

 

“Shit.” The word sneaks through his frown.

 
Yeah, all of this is shit! I hear Dad call my name again from outside. My throat closes tighter and tears sting my eyes. Embarrassed to cry in front of a stranger, I snatch off my sandals and dart to a cooler. Opening the glass door, I stick my head in needing a
cooldown. I swat a few stray tears off my cheeks. Then I feel someone next to me. Dad’s not letting this go.

 
“Just admit you screwed up!” I look over and am swallowed by those same angry light green eyes from a minute ago. “I thought you were . . . Sorry,” I say, knowing it’s late
for an apology. His look is unsettling. He continues to glare. An all-­in-­my-­face kind of glare. As if this is more than a spilled slushie to him.

 

“I’ll pay for it.” When he doesn’t even blink, I add another, “I’m sorry.”

 
“Why are you here?” His question seethes out.

 
“What? Do I know you?” I know I was rude, but—hotness aside—this guy is freaking me out.

 

His eyes flash anger. “What do you want?” His tone carries an accusation I don’t understand.

 

“What do you mean?” I counter.

 
“Whatever you’re trying to pull, don’t do it.”

 
He’s still staring me down. And I feel like I’m shrinking in his glare.

 
“I’m not . . . You must have me mixed up with someone else.” I shake my head, unsure if this guy’s as crazy as he is sexy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I said
I’m sorry.” I grab a canned drink and barefoot, carrying sticky sandals, hurry to the front of the store.

 

Dad walks in, scowling.

 
“Careful,” a cashier says to Dad while mopping up the slushie just inside the door.

 
“Sorry,” I mutter to the worker, then point to Dad. “He’s paying for my Dr Pepper! And for that slushie.”

 

I storm off to the car, get in, and hold the cold Diet Dr Pepper can to my forehead. The hair on the back of my neck starts dancing. I look around, and the weird hot guy is standing outside the store, staring at me again.

 
Whatever you’re trying to pull, don’t do it.

 
Yup, crazy. I look away to escape his gaze. Dad climbs back in the car. He doesn’t start it, just sits there, eyeballing me. “You know this isn’t easy for me either.”

 
“Right.” So why did you leave?

 
He starts the car, but before we drive off, I look around again and see the dark-­haired boy standing in the parking lot, writing on the palm of his hand.

 

Is he writing down Dad’s license plate number? He’s a freak. I almost say something to Dad but remember I’m pissed at him.

 
Dad pulls away. I focus on the rearview mirror. The hot guy stays there, eyes glued on Dad’s car, and I stay glued on him until he’s nothing but a speck in the mirror.

 
“I know this is hard,” Dad says. “I think about you every day.”

 
I nod, but don’t speak.

 
Minutes later, Dad pulls over in front of our mailbox. Or rather Mom’s and mine. Dad’s home isn’t with us anymore.

 
“I’ll call you tomorrow to see how your first day of school was.”

 
My gut knots into a pretzel with the reminder that I’ll be starting as a senior at a new school. I stare out at the old house, in the old neighborhood. This house once belonged to my grandmother. Mom’s been renting it to an elderly couple for years. Now we live here. In a house that smells like old people . . . and sadness.

 
“Is she home?” Dad asks.

 
In the dusk of sunset, our house is dark. Gold light leaks out of next door, Lindsey’s house—she’s the one and only person I know my own age in town.

 
“Mom’s probably resting,” I answer.

 

There’s a pause. “How’s she doing?”

 
You finally ask? I look at him gripping the wheel and staring at the house. “Fine.” I open the car door, not wanting to draw out the goodbye. It hurts too much.

 
“Hey.” He smiles. “At least give me a hug?”

 
I don’t want to, but for some reason—because under all this anger, I still love him—I lean over the console and hug him. He doesn’t even smell like my dad. He’s wearing cologne that Darlene probably bought him. Tears sting my eyes.

 

“Bye.” I get one slushie-­dyed foot out of the car.

 
Before my butt’s off the seat, he says, “Is she going back to work soon?”

 

I swing around. “Is that why you asked about her? Because of money?”

 
“No.” But the lie is so clear in his voice, it hangs in the air.

 
Who is this man? He dyes the silver at his temples. He’s sporting a spiky haircut and wearing a T-­shirt with the name of a band he didn’t even know existed until Darlene.

 
Before I can stop myself, the words trip off my tongue. “Why? Does your girlfriend need a new pair of Jimmy Choos?”

 
“Don’t, Chloe,” he says sternly. “You sound like your mom.”

 
That hurt now knots in my throat. “Pleeease. If I sounded like my mom, I’d say, ‘Does the whore bitch need a new pair of Jimmy Choos!’” I swing back to the door.

 
He catches my arm. “Look, young lady, I can’t ask you to love her like I do, but I expect you to respect her.”

 
“Respect her? You have to earn respect, Dad! If I wore the clothes she wears, you’d ground me. In fact, I don’t even respect you anymore! You screwed up my life. You screwed up Mom’s life. And now you’re screwing someone eighteen years younger than yourself.” I bolt out and get halfway to the house when I hear his car door open and slam.

 
“Chloe. Your stuff.” He sounds angry, but he can just join the crowd, because I’m more than mad—I’m hurt.

 
If I weren’t afraid he’d follow me into the house all pissed off and start an argument with Mom, I’d just keep going. But I don’t have it in me to hear them fight again. And I’m
not sure Mom’s up to it either. I don’t have an option but to do the right thing. It sucks when you’re the only person in the family acting like an adult.

 
I swing around, swat at my tears, and head back to the curb.

 
He’s standing beside his car, my backpack in one hand and a huge shopping bag with the new school clothes he bought me in the other. Great. Now I feel like an ungrateful bitch.

 
When I get to him, I mutter, “Thanks for the clothes.”

 
He says, “Why are you so mad at me?”

 
So many reasons. Which one do I pick? “You let Darlene turn my room into a gym.”

 
He shakes his head. “We moved your stuff into the other bedroom.”

 
“But that was my room, Dad.”

 
“Is that really why you’re mad or . . . ? He pauses. “It’s not my fault that your mom got—”

 
“Keep thinking that,” I snap. “One of these days, you might even believe it!”

 
Hands full, chest heavy, I leave my onetime superhero and my broken heart scattered on the sidewalk. My tears are falling fast and hot by the time I shut the front door behind me.

 
Buttercup, a medium-­sized yellow mutt of a dog, greets me with a wagging tail and a whimper. I ignore him. I drop my backpack, my shopping bag, and dart into the bathroom. Felix, my red tabby cat, darts in with me.

 
I attempt to shut the door in a normal way instead of an I’m-­totally-­pissed way. If Mom sees me like this, it’ll upset her. Even worse, it’ll fuel her anger.

 
“Chloe?” Mom calls. “Is that you?”

 

“Yeah. I’m in the bathroom.” I hope I don’t sound as emotionally ripped as I feel.

 
I drop down on the toilet seat, press the backs of my hands against my forehead, and try to breathe. Mom’s steps creak across the old wood floors. Her voice sounds behind the door. “You okay, hon?”

 

Felix is purring, rubbing his face on my leg. “Yeah. My stomach’s . . . I think the meat loaf I had at Dad’s was bad.”

 

“Did Darlene fix it?” Her tone’s rolled and deep-­fried in hate.

 
I grit my teeth. “Yeah.”

 
“Please tell me your dad ate a second helping.”

 
I close my eyes, when what I really want to do is scream, Stop it! I get why Mom’s so angry. I get that my dad’s a piece of shit. I get that he refuses to take any blame, and that makes it worse. I get what she’s been through. I get all of it. But does she have a clue how much it hurts me to listen to her take potshots at someone I still sort of love?

 
“I’m going to sit out on the patio,” she says. “When you’re out, join me.”

 
“Uh-­huh,” I say.

 
Mom’s steps creak away.

 
I stay seated and try not to think about what all hurts, and instead I pet Felix. His eyes, so green, take me back to the boy in the store. Whatever you’re trying to pull, don’t do it.

 
What the heck did he mean?

 

Author Bio

C.C. HUNTER is a pseudonym for award-winning romance author Christie Craig. She is lives in Tomball, Texas, where she’s at work on her next novel.

Christie’s books include The Mortician’s Daughter seriesShadow Fall Novels and This Heart of Mine.

 

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Reviews

“Hunter deftly delivers a complicated back-and-forth point of view between Chloe and Cash, building suspense along with a steamy sense of attraction between the two teens.” — Kirkus

 

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the gilded wolves by Roshani Chokshi review

 

Synopsis

 

No one believes in them. But soon no one will forget them.

It’s 1889. The city is on the cusp of industry and power, and the Exposition Universelle has breathed new life into the streets and dredged up ancient secrets. Here, no one keeps tabs on dark truths better than treasure-hunter and wealthy hotelier Séverin Montagnet-Alarie. When the elite, ever-powerful Order of Babel coerces him to help them on a mission, Séverin is offered a treasure that he never imagined: his true inheritance.

To hunt down the ancient artifact the Order seeks, Séverin calls upon a band of unlikely experts: An engineer with a debt to pay. A historian banished from his home. A dancer with a sinister past. And a brother in arms if not blood.

Together, they will join Séverin as he explores the dark, glittering heart of Paris. What they find might change the course of history—but only if they can stay alive.

 

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My review

5 stars

 

I have no words for how much I loved the gilded wolves Roshani’s writing is beautiful and whimsical and I have loved it since I first picked up the start touch queen and I loved it even more as I read the gilded wolves. The world she has created is one I just wanted to crawl into and live in and I adored all the character she has created.

I’m not sure how to write this review so I’m going to just give you guys all the reasons why I loved this book so much.

. I adored the magic system in this book and I loved that it had religious ties to it (there nothing I love more than books that explore religion in some way). The magic or Forging as it’s called is a form of art that is believed to come from the broken pieces of the Tower of Babel after it fell. It’s interesting and I’ve never read anything like it before.

. The characters. I had a really hard time picking which one I loved more which is rare for me because usually I have a favorite.

Zofia- she’s polish Jewish and a genius with math and numbers. I loved that she’s on the autism spectrum as someone who is on the spectrum to (I don’t mention this very often because I’v always been embarrassed by it) I felt for her character the most I completely understood where she was coming from and I wish when I was younger I had more characters like her to read about because she’s fierce and smart and amazing and if I had more characters like her than maybe I wouldn’t be so embarrassed to tell people.

Hypnos- Hypnos lightened up the whole book and I loved him for that he’s funny, dark skinned, unapologetic and queer and even when he was against Séverin I still found myself loving him.

Enrique- he’s mixed race (Spanish-Filipino) and bisexual, he’s a historian and he’s funny and while I loved him he is one of the characters I had the hardest time connecting to.

Laila- I adored Laila she’s Indian, a dancer and fierce she owns her sexuality and she’s a baker. She also feels lost because she’s is a girl who is made and she doesn’t know where she fits in. she has a strange ability no one else seems to have ( the ability to read the history of objects) and I loved her relationship with Severin.

Tristan- Tristan is Severin’s brother in all but blood he loves plants and spends most of his time in the garden at L’Eden he also has a pet tarantula named Goliath. He sweet and maybe a little bit broken but he hides his brokenness from everyone.

And of course there’s Severin- the leader of the group he’s cunning and smart he’s a thief and heir to house Vanth.

. The diversity in this book made my heart sing. I loved it.

. The romances. I adored all the different types of romances in this book and I might have squealed when Hypnos and Enrique kissed (I love them so much and I was hoping that they would kiss from the moment Hypnos started flirting with Enrique.) but I also loved that Enrique and Zofia might have feeling for each other. And let’s not forget the complicated I love you but I don’t want to be in a relationship with you relationship that laila and Severin have, I lived for this relationship and I loved them together so much. I seriously can’t wait to see what happens between them in book two, I’m equally as excited to see what happens between Hypnos, Enrique and Zofia to.

Really I just loved everything about this book the history, the magic the characters, the magical treasure hunt just everything. I really can’t wait for book two to come out.

Even though this book took me a month to read ( I had to keep stopping it because I kept having problems with my MS and kept ending up in doctors offices and hospitals) it was a fun easy read and I kept wanting to get back to it when I wasn’t reading it. If you like amazing characters and unique world building and beautiful writing I highly suggest picking this book up.

Because I read this book so sporadically and because i’m still recovering from my MS flair up I’m really hoping this review makes sense.

life update. what happened with my MS

Okay so I said I was going to do a small post explaining what happened with my health over the last week so here it is.

I went to bed on the 16th like normal and when I woke up on the 17th I woke up to pain in my teeth and face. At first I thought that maybe it was dental pain because most of the pain was in or by my teeth and gums I called my dentist and set up an appointment. over the next couple days the pain grew from manageable to sever and from my mouth to the whole left side of my face. I saw my dentist it wasn’t my teeth. my teeth were perfect. he suggested a few different thing on what it might be. On Monday or Tuesday I don’t quite remember a lot, things are a blur because of the pain. all I remember is wanting to crawl away from it when I couldn’t. it got so intense that I was screaming in pain (I can handle pain I went two week with root canal pain before getting Medicine for it and my period pain used to be so bad that I fainted from the pain and had to be bed ridden for three days without eating otherwise I would be in even more pain. thank the gods the doctors finally found the problem to that one.) this pain was worse than anything I had ever felt it felt like lightning and fire had taken permanent residents inside my face, it felt like getting hit by a semi truck while the devil Tap danced of my face with cleats. it didn’t just hurt it was excruciating and it was getting worse. I decided I needed to go to the hospital. It didn’t take the doctors very long to figure out what it was, trigeminal neuralgia (never pain in the face) a neurological condition that can be caused by MS. I had a MRI which confirmed my MS was acting up again, they put me on a anti-seizure medicine to help control the trigeminal neuralgia and a small dose of steroids for my MS. They kept me for about a week to make sure they got the pain down and the MS under control.

I got sent home yesterday and now I’m resting from what happened.

Review and Excerpt Tour for ONLY A BREATH APART

i’m excited to be part of the review and excerpt tour for only a breath apart i’m a little late posting this because i’v been in the hospital (which i still am my mom finally brought me my laptop because it looks like i might be here for a few more days) because of my MS (multiple sclerosis) i’ll do a whole blog post on my heath later. below is an excerpt of only a breath apart! i love Katie Mcgarry’s writing and if you haven’t picked up any of her books yet you totally should.

here’s the excerpt

~JESSE~
“So you’re the decision maker now?”
He waits too many beats before speaking or maybe not enough. “I took on this role because, believe it or not, I care. I won’t pretend to understand the pain you’ve gone through, and I won’t pretend to understand your connection to this land. I’ve watched you grow up. I know, for you, this farm is like a Band-Aid on cuts that won’t stop bleeding.”
If that was meant to make me feel better, it didn’t. “You’ll never vote for me. You’re biased.”
“I’m not biased.”
For days I’ve been a stick under pressure, being bent too far. Finally, I snap. “I know you told Gran not to take me in after Mom died and to put me in foster care. You told her I was too broken and couldn’t be fixed. I know because I heard you. Tell me now you’re not biased.”
Guilt flashes over his face, and he tries to hide it as he flips through the folder in his hands. “If it helps, that’s why your grandmother set up the tribunal and chose two other people to help make the decision. Majority vote will win, and she believed you’ll rise to the challenge.”
I’m not sure if I respect him or hate him for not denying what we both know is true regarding the foster care. I’m also not sure how I feel that he doesn’t apologize either.
“She chose people who will give you a fair shake,” he continues. “This isn’t a death sentence. It’s a wakeup call. It’s August, and you have until May to prove you’re responsible. You have time. Take it. Prove me wrong.”
A growing sense of purpose takes root within me, and I do my best to funnel my anger and grief into it. “Who, besides you, is on the tribunal?”
If I tell you then I run the risk of you putting on a show for those people. This is your chance to change for the better. Take advantage of it.” Marshall leaves the paperwork on the antique table, shoves his folder back in his leather bag, and stands. “If it’s any consolation, I want you to succeed, but I want you to truly succeed. I won’t vote for you to keep the land unless you show me you understand what it means to run a farm of this magnitude.”
It’s no consolation. That’s him attempting to ease his guilt for when he votes against me.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Jesse. If you need to talk or if you’d like to stop by for a meal, you’re welcome at my house. And if you get tired of being here alone, you can live with us. We have plenty of room.”
I don’t believe any of that, but I nod because doing so will get him out of my home faster. Marshall stares at me for a few more seconds, as if contemplating saying more, but he doesn’t. Instead he walks out, shutting the door behind him.
His engine purrs to life and rocks crack under his moving tires. Then there’s silence. Maddening silence. I drop into Gran’s recliner, lower my head into my hands and close my eyes. I’ve lost Gran, and now I could lose my land. The only thing left that I love. The only thing in my life that brings me peace. “Why, Gran?”
I strain to listen in the silence, and my gut twists that there’s no response. “I miss you.”
Still no response and my head begins to throb. My cell in my back pocket vibrates. I dig it out, expecting to see a text from one of my friends, but I pop my neck to the right at the sight of Glory’s name. You need to stop by tomorrow night.
Me: No
Glory: I know of your grandmother’s plan
Me: So do I
Glory: But I know who the people are who will be deciding your future.
Me—stone cold frozen.
Glory: Stop by tomorrow at nine. I should be wrapping up my last session then.
Me: I won’t be there.
Glory: Yes, you will.

be sure to drop by the other blog that are taking place on this tour.

 

Would you dare to defy destiny? Are our destinies written in stone? Do we become nothing more than the self-fulfilling prophesies of other people’s opinions? Or can we dare to become who we believe we were born to be?

“A gorgeous, heartfelt journey of redemption and love” (Wendy Higgins), ONLY A BREATH APART is a young adult contemporary novel from critically acclaimed Katie McGarry. “Haunting, authentic, and ultimately hopeful” (Tammara Webber), order your copy of ONLY A BREATH APART now!

 

About ONLY A BREATH APART:

They say your destiny is carved in stone. But some destinies are meant to be broken.

The only curse Jesse Lachlin believes in is his grandmother’s will: in order to inherit his family farm he must win the approval of his childhood best friend, the girl he froze out his freshman year.

A fortuneteller tells Scarlett she’s psychic, but what is real is Scarlett’s father’s controlling attitude and the dark secrets at home. She may be able to escape, but only if she can rely on the one boy who broke her heart.

Each midnight meeting pushes Jesse and Scarlett to confront their secrets and their feelings, but as love blooms, the curse rears its ugly head…

 

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Gritty and real, Only a Breath Apart is a story of hope conjured from pain, strength drawn from innocence, and love earned from self-respect. Beautiful, poignant, and fierce.”
―Kristen Simmons, critically acclaimed author of the Article 5 series


 

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Katie McGarry’s ONLY A BREATH APART – Review & Excerpt Tour Schedule:

January 21st

@booksniffer7 – Review

Bickering Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Book Ballistic – Excerpt

Book Hoarder Mom – Review

Brittany and Elizabeth’s Book Boutique – Review & Excerpt

Celindareyesblog – Excerpt

Cinta Garcia de la Rosa – Excerpt

Crystal’s Book World – Excerpt

Do You Dog-ear? – Review & Excerpt

Little Shop of Readers – Excerpt

Novel Addiction – Excerpt

Resch Reads & Reviews – Review

Sister Sister Book Blog – Excerpt

This Jabberwocky Eats Books – Excerpt

Writing My Own Fairy Tale – Review

January 22nd

A Book Lovers Playlist – Excerpt

Beware Of The Reader – Excerpt

Beyourselfbebhaltair – Review & Excerpt

Booknerd1107 – Review

CeliaMoontown – Review & Excerpt

Crazy Chaotic Book Babes – Review & Excerpt

Echoing Books – Excerpt

GataLeitora – Excerpt

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Mean Girls Luv Books – Excerpt

Mythical Books – Excerpt

Read more sleep less – Review

Stellar Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

The Lovely Teacher Addictions – Excerpt

The Romance Reviews – Excerpt

Words Are Life – Review & Excerpt

January 23rd

A Novel Glimpse – Review

Bewitching bibliophile – Review & Excerpt

Book Freak – Review

Books Are My Life – Review & Excerpt

Bookworm Misfit – Excerpt

ClaryNathanWill – Excerpt

Craves the Angst Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Latteandbook – Review & Excerpt

Once Upon a Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Phishbowl’s bookshelf – Review

Red Hot + Blue Reads – Review & Excerpt

Sascha Darlington’s Microcosm Explored – Excerpt

The Book Hammock – Review & Excerpt

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January 24th

A Court of Coffee and Books – Review & Excerpt

Avid Reads – Excerpt

Book Boyfriend Reviews – Review

Bookishly Nerdy – Review & Excerpt

Collector of book boyfriends – Review

Dazzled by Books – Review & Excerpt

Kick Back & Review – Excerpt

Lisa Loves Literature – Excerpt

Milky Way of Books – Review

Star-Crossed Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Sweet Red Reads – Excerpt

Tale Out Loud – Excerpt

The Cover Contessa – Excerpt

The Lovely Books – Excerpt

The Start of Something New – Review & Excerpt

January 25th

A Literary Perusal – Review & Excerpt

Abellafairytale – Excerpt

Book Bite Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Boundless Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Confessions of a Wordaholic – Review & Excerpt

Fandomly Bookish – Excerpt

Girl Plus Books – Review

I Heart Romance & YA – Review

Kaidans Seduction – Excerpt

Short and Sassy Book Blurbs – Excerpt

Tales of dreams and nightmares – Excerpt

The Book Branch – Excerpt

The Book Trollop – Review & Excerpt

VoxLibris – Review & Excerpt

Witchy Richey’s Booktastic Reviews – Excerpt

January 26th

Ali’s Bookshelf – Review & Excerpt

Beauty and Lace – Excerpt

Blunt Book Blog – Excerpt

Book Angel Booktopia – Review & Excerpt

Bookish Intoxication Writes – Review & Excerpt

Confessions of 2 Book Lovers – Review & Excerpt

Crazii Bitches Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Family, Books and Food – Excerpt

Jesssiereads – Excerpt

Little Read Riding Hood – Review & Excerpt

Lovelyreadspublishing – Excerpt

Madison’s Library – Review & Excerpt

Rainy Days and Pajamas – Excerpt

Reese’s Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Southern Vixens Book Obsessions – Excerpt

January 27th

3 degrees of fiction – Excerpt

All Things Dark & Dirty – Excerpt

As the Book Ends – Excerpt

Book Bitches Blog – Review

Books 4 Girls – Review & Excerpt

Bumbles and Fairy-Tales – Review & Excerpt

Chasing Faerytales – Review

Feed Your Fiction Addiction – Review

K&M Sultry Reads – Excerpt

K’s Korner – Excerpt

Less Reality More Books – Review & Excerpt

My Fangirl Chronicles – Excerpt

Poetry law and something more – Review & Excerpt

Roxy’s Reviews – Excerpt

Two Books in a Shelf – Excerpt

January 28th

Aaly and The Books – Review

A Book Fanatic Obsession – Review & Excerpt

BenderDreamerGirl: read.dream.escape – Excerpt

Book Reader Addicts – Review & Excerpt

Bookishly Slytherclaw – Review & Excerpt

Contagious Reads – Review & Excerpt

Devilishly Delicious Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Escape 2 Fiction – Review & Excerpt

Midnight Book Girl – Excerpt

PBC – Excerpt

Rad Babes Read – Review & Excerpt

The Book Hookup – Review & Excerpt

Tween 2 Teen Book Reviews – Review & Excerpt

We Live and Breathe Books – Review & Excerpt

January 29th

A Gingerly Review – Review & Excerpt

A Lovely Book Affair – Excerpt

Bangor belle books – Excerpt

Becky on Books – Review & Excerpt

Books & Tea – Review & Excerpt

Chapter by Chapter – Review & Excerpt

Cupcakesandbookshelves – Excerpt

Desperately Seeking HEA’s Book Blog – Review & Excerpt

Echosreviews – Excerpt

GotToReadThoseBooks – Excerpt

Kindle and Me – Review & Excerpt

Lita’s Book Blog – Excerpt

Margay Leah Justice – Excerpt

The Book Maven – Review & Excerpt

The Library of Belle – Excerpt

January 30th

Actin’ Up with Books – Review

Book Reader Chronicles – Review & Excerpt

Bookistry_by_Ashleigh – Excerpt

Buttermybooks – Review

Ficwishes – Review & Excerpt

Geeky Reading – Excerpt

Little Bookworm Reviews – Review & Excerpt

Lo’s Lo-Down on Books – Review & Excerpt

Read. Eat. Love. – Review & Excerpt

Taylor Fenner’s Bookish World – Review

The Butterfly Reads – Excerpt

The Writing Finch – Excerpt

YA Bibliophile – Review & Excerpt

January 31st

Adventures in Writing – Review

Becca’s Bookish Life – Review

BookCrushin – Review & Excerpt

Here’s to Happy Endings – Excerpt

Little Lovely Books – Review & Excerpt

Margaux – Excerpt

Ms. Me28 – Excerpt

Nerdy Soul – Review & Excerpt

Readers Live A Thousand Lives – Review

TBR Book Blog – Excerpt

The Bookish Introvert – Review & Excerpt

True Story Book Blog – Excerpt

February 1st

Alotabooks13 – Review & Excerpt

bad boys and bedtime stories book blog – Review

Caitlin’s World – Review & Excerpt

CJR The Brit – Review

Court of Binge Reading – Excerpt

Hedwig Reads – Excerpt

Literary misfit – Excerpt

Moonlight Rendezvous – Excerpt

Readers Retreats – Excerpt

The Reading Faery – Review

Total Book Geek – Excerpt

Twirling Book Princess – Review & Excerpt

Vera is Reading – Excerpt

Whoo Gives A Hoot – Excerpt

YA/NA Book Divas – Excerpt

 

 

Katie McGarry Bio:

Katie is the author of the PUSHING THE LIMITS series, THUNDER ROAD series, SAY YOU’LL REMEMBER ME, and the upcoming YA novel, ONLY A BREATH APART. Her novels have received starred reviews, critical acclaim and have won multiple awards including being a multiple Goodreads Choice Award Finalist for YA Fiction, multiple RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Award Finalist for Best YA Fiction, including a win in the category, and she was a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick.

 

 

 

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Strange grace by Tessa Gratton review

Strange grace by tessa gratton

Once, a witch made a pact with a devil. The legend says they loved each other, but can the story be trusted at all?

Long ago, a village made a bargain with the devil: to ensure their prosperity, when the Slaughter Moon rises, the village must sacrifice a young man into the depths of the Devil’s Forest.

Only this year, the Slaughter Moon has risen early.

Bound by duty, secrets, and the love they share for one another, Mairwen, a spirited witch; Rhun, the expected saint; and Arthur, a restless outcast, will each have a role to play as the devil demands a body to fill the bargain. But the devil these friends find is not the one they expect, and the lies they uncover will turn their town—and their hearts—inside out.

strange

5 out 5 stars
I actually read this one back in November but between the holidays and dealing with a lot of really personal issuses I wasn’t able to get my review out until now because of that this is probably going to be a very short reviw.

I really loved this book it starts off slow and stays that way for most of the book but it’s beautiful and atmospheric and the mystery of who the devil of the forest really is and what the saints really are kept me reading until the last page.
I loved all three main characters Mariwen the daughter of a grace witch and a saint, Aurthur a boy who was disguised as a girl when he was a kid and now struggles with his place in the town, and Rhun a boy who grew up knowing he was going to be the next saint and have to sacrifice himself for the village.
Each character has there own struggles and feelings and I loved that. I adored the relationship between Mariween, Aurthur and Rhun it’s probably my favorite part of the book. the polyamorous relationship between them was beautifully done and I just adored it so much ( I was also just talking to a friend before I picked this book up about how I would love to see more polyamorous relationship in books and then I pick this one up and it made my heart sing).

I read this book in book in one sitting and I just have no words on how much I loved it, it was just so beautiful and dark and atmospheric and I loved every minutes of it. Tessa Gratton’s writing is amazing and the way she weaved this story together was almost like I was reading a very dark fairy tale.

only a breath apart by Katie McGarry excerpt reveal

Today i’m helping with the excerpt reveal for only a breath apart! i don’t read romance books very often but Katie McGarry is one of my exceptions i fell in love with her books from the moment i picked up breaking the rules and i’m so excited for her new book! read below for information about only a breath apart and and excerpt of the book.

 

 

 

Would you dare to defy destiny? Are our destinies written in stone? Do we become nothing more than the self-fulfilling prophesies of other people’s opinions? Or can we dare to become who we believe we were born to be?

 

“A gorgeous, heartfelt journey of redemption and love” (Wendy Higgins), ONLY A BREATH APART is a young adult contemporary novel from critically acclaimed Katie McGarry. “Haunting, authentic, and ultimately hopeful” (Tammara Webber), ONLY A BREATH APART will be available on all retailers on January 22, 2019!

 

 

About ONLY A BREATH APART:

Jesse dreams of working the land that’s been in his family forever. But he’s cursed to lose everything he loves most.

Scarlett is desperate to escape her “charmed” life. But leaving a small town is easier said than done.

Despite their history of heartbreak, when Jesse sees a way they can work together to each get what they want, Scarlett can’t say no.Each midnight meeting between Jesse and Scarlett will push them to confront their secrets and their feelings for each other.

 

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Gritty and real, Only a Breath Apart is a story of hope conjured from pain, strength drawn from innocence, and love earned from self-respect. Beautiful, poignant, and fierce.”
―Kristen Simmons, critically acclaimed author of the Article 5 series


 

Add it to your Goodreads today!

 

 

 

Excerpt:

SCARLETT

I’m defying my parents by attending a funeral. Reckless and adventurous teenage behavior, I know. Most seventeen-year-olds lie to their parents so they can go on a date with a forbidden boy or attend a party where there will be questionable behavior. Me? I’m outright lying to my dad, and it’s because Jesse Lachlin’s grandmother died.

The entire way here I’ve questioned my sanity, but I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I stayed home. Jesse Lachlin used to be my childhood best friend. We were inseparable. We had the type of friendship people strive to have, and then, a few years ago, he cut me so deeply that I still bleed. But ten-year-old me would have never abandoned a hurting Jesse. So today I’m not only honoring the memory of Jesse’s grandmother, but also the memory of our dead friendship.

On my way to the funeral, the high grass of the field swats at my legs, but I don’t mind the sting. I love walking barefoot in grass, I love the smell of the earth and I love that brief feeling of freedom open spaces can provide.

It’s the dog days of August. The type of hot that starts when the sun rises and makes you sweat through your clothes within minutes. While my skin and palms are on fire, the pads of my feet are cool against the dirt. The heat is unwelcome, but the sky is deep blue and the sun is bright, and for that, I can be grateful.

Walking out of the field, I stop short of crossing the one-lane road to slip on the flats that dangle from my fingertips. My mother would be mortified if she knew I was entering a church in a cotton daisy-print sundress. It’s not one of the dresses with stiff fabric and impossible back zippers she would have picked for me at an overpriced department store. It’s the type that’s machine-washable and breathable. The type of dress Jesse’s grandmother would have given her stamp of approval.

I can practically hear my mother heavily sigh and mumble my name, Scarlett, as if it were her personal, private curse word. Mom believes there’s a certain way to dress and behave, and I’m breaking all sorts of her rules today. Watch out, world. I’m officially rebellious.

I smile to myself because I’m the opposite of rebellious. For the last few years, I’ve followed every rule. I’m the teacher’s pet and the girl with straight A’s. I’m the poster child of perfection, and have earned every snarky ice princess comment Jesse’s friends whisper about me in the school hallways because he and I no longer speak.

There are only six cars in the parking lot of the white church, and that makes me frown. I thought more people would have wanted to attend. Jesse’s mud-covered pickup is there, and so is an unnaturally clean black Mercedes that belongs to his uncle. This ought to be interesting. Jesse and his uncle have a mutual hate for each other that runs deeper than any root of any tree.

Movement to my right and I slowly turn my head. Shivers run down my spine at the sight of Glory Gardner. Even though I’m seventeen and too old for ghost stories, I still can’t shake the ones regarding this woman. Girls would whisper over lunch boxes that Glory was a witch. As I grew older, I understood that witch meant con artist. She claims she can read palms, tarot cards and “sees” spirits from beyond the dead. All for a glorious fee.

She’s a beautiful woman—long dirty blond hair that’s untamed, even in a bun, and she has an eclectic taste in clothing. Today she wears a white peasant shirt and a flowing skirt made of material that shimmers in the sun.

Glory watches me like I watch her, with morbid curiosity. I knew her as a child, back when Jesse and I ran wild in the fields near her home, but we haven’t talked in years.

She stands under the shade of a towering weeping willow. There are lots of those trees around here. Mom says it’s because there is too much water in the ground. I say it’s because the people in this town have cried too many tears. Mom doesn’t like my answer.

I tilt my head toward the church, an unspoken question if Glory will be joining me. She shakes her head no. I’m not shocked. According to rumors, Glory will go up in flames if she enters the house of God. But who knows? Maybe I will, too.

The church is one of those picturesque, historical, one-room school buildings squeezed between a cornfield on one side and a hay field on the other. A huge steeple with a bell attempts to reach the heavens, but like anything created by a human, it falls tragically short.

The foreboding wooden door makes no noise as I open it, and I’m able to slip in without a huge, squeaking announcement. Orange light filters in through the dark stained glass windows, and its struggling beams reveal millions of dancing particles of dust.

On the altar, there’s no casket, but there is an urn. My heart dips—Suzanne is dead. I used to wish she were my grandmother, and many times, she treated me as if I belonged to her. Suzanne was the epitome of love, and the world feels colder now that she’s gone.

Choosing a spot in the back, I drop into a pew, and as I scan the church my stomach churns. How is it possible that this place is so barren?

Besides the Funeral Brigade, or the FB, as I like to refer to them, there aren’t many people here. The FB are the older group of woman who attend every funeral in our small town even if they didn’t know the person. Attending funerals isn’t my idea of fun, but who am I to judge?

The FB sit directly behind the one person the town believes to be the lone sane member of the Lachlin family, probably because he isn’t blood related—Jesse’s uncle.

On the left side of the church is Jesse. Only Jesse. And that causes a painful pang in my chest. Where are his stinking friends? The anarchists in training who follow Jesse wherever he goes? Where is the rest of the town? Yes, Suzanne was polarizing, but still, where is any respect?

Quietly, so I don’t draw attention to myself, I slip from the right set of pews to the left. Someone should be on Jesse’s side, and it’s sad it has to be me.

A door at the front of the church opens, and the pastor walks out from the addition the church build on as a small office ten years ago. I would have thought any pastor assigned to this place would be as ancient as this church. Sort of like an Indiana Jones Knights Templar scenario where he lives forever as long as he stays inside. But no, he’s the youngest pastor from the main, newer church in town. His name is Pastor Hughes, and he’s a thirty-something black man with a fit build who is just cute enough that he should be starring in a movie.

The pastor looks up, and he flinches as if startled. I peek over my shoulder then sigh. Clearly, he’s surprised to see me. Flipping fantastic.

His reaction, and the fact he won’t stop staring, causes every person to turn their heads. Lovely. I’ve had dreams like this where I enter a room and become the center of attention. Only in my dreams it’s at school, it’s my classmates and I’m naked, but still, this is disconcerting.

Eventually, the FB and Jesse’s uncle return their attention to the front, but Jesse doesn’t. He rests his arm on the back of the pew, and it’s hard to ignore that he’s made me his sole focus, but I do my best to act as if I don’t notice.

To help, I concentrate on what my mom taught me as a child—to make sure the skirt of my dress is tucked appropriately so that my thighs don’t show. I then fold my hands in my lap and straighten to a book-on-head posture. I can be the ice princess people claim me to be.

Five pews separate me and Jesse, and it’s not nearly enough. My cheeks burn under his continued inspection. Jesse has done this a handful of times since our freshman year. Glance at me as if I’m someone worth looking at, someone worth laughing with a little too loud and smiling with a little too much. Then he remembers who I am and snaps his gaze to someone else.

But he’s not looking away now.

 

Katie McGarry Bio:

Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.

Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine’s 2012 Reviewer’s Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.

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thank you to inkSlingerPR and tor teen for letting me take part of this excerpt reveal!

5 Halloween/spooky book recommendation

I love Halloween and fall it’s always been my favorite time of the year so I thought I would put together a small list of  Halloween/spooky/fall/horror books.

 

1. The madman’s daughter trilogy

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When people ask me what my favorite YA horror book is I always answer with the madman’s daughter trilogy the way Megan shepherd has weaved three classic horror novels together (the island of Dr. Moreau, the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Frankenstein) is amazing and flows seamlessly together to make a dark gothic horror trilogy . if you have never read this trilogy you definitely should.

 
2. 3:59 or really any book by Gretchen Mcneil

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Gretchen is always one of my go to for horror books there not just scary (and filled with murder) but there funny and witty to. 3:59 is my favorite book from Gretchen but you can’t go wrong picking up any of her other ones.

 
3. The Monstrumologist

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Okay so I haven’t read this book series in forever (and I actually plan on doing a reread of in this year.) but it’s still one of my favorite YA horror books if you want monsters and monster hunters, blood and a gothic Victorian setting you should pick this one up.

 

4. The dreadful tale of prosper redding

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I loved this book so much it was such a fun read and reminded me of my favorite Halloween Disney movies (Halloweentown and hocus pocus) it’s a middle grade but I definitely recommend it to anyone who is looking for a fun and not to scary Halloween read.

 

5. Classic horror novels

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I love classic horror novels and I try to reread one once a year in October so I had to add them to my list.

 

 

 

Do you guys have any suggestions for spooky Halloween books? if you do leave them in the comments below.

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