comic con 2019

.i feel like i’m always going to be late posting these but here what i did during comic con this year finally.


Even though I wasn’t able to get tickets for comic con this year (I’m really crossing my fingers for next year) I still found a few things to do around downtown. One thing I love about comic con is how the city really embraces the con every year I love watching the city come alive it’s so much fun and there are all sorts of parties and outside activations and art gallery, pop up shops and free swag outside that even if you don’t get a badge and live in the city it’s worth going down there for a day just to see everything.


This is what I did




I had bought tickets to the gathering comic con museum after party this year so  I headed down to downtown around 6 the party didn’t start until 9 so I hung out around sea port village for awhile before finally heading to balboa park to get in line for the party. They were a half hour late letting us in. once inside I looked around a little bit before grabbing some food they had sliders and chips. After I was done eating I looked around some more and took pictures of the batman props that were out.

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Around 10 the director of the comic con museum came out and talk about their goal for the museum and when they were hoping to open it (2021) before introducing  the entertainment  for the night DJ  Z-Trip who did a special video presentation along with his music for batman. It was awesome. Afterwards I went home (mostly because since I can’t drive I had to bring my mom with me and she didn’t like the music and partially because I was starting to get a headache).




I got to downtown around 9ish and stood in line for the Amazon off-site, I was really interested in carnival row and what they did for it so really wanted to see that one despite having a terrible headache that morning.


Once inside the Amazon off-site we were given small bag with coins in them and were told that we could buy the food in their small market with the coins which was cool. I immediately got in line for carnival row where they were handing out either human cards or creature cards (I got a human card.) when I got to the beginning of the line they split us up humans on one side and creatures on another and then i was able to enter.

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There was a door off to the side where someone would knock on the other side of the door to get our attention before sneaking us though one at a time. when I was finally snuck though I entered a dark room where there was a women performing on a stage in a corset and lace undergarments. I  was immediately greeted by some of some of the ‘fairies’ they asked me what my name was and shook my hand before they moved on to the next person, before I could sit down a women came up to me and told me to follow her so I did.  she pointed to a hole in the wall and told me to look before walking away. The image was of a women in a bedroom.


Another ‘fairy’ come up to me while i was looking for a place to sit and whispered in my ear that he had to tell be something but it was to dangerous  to talk out in the open so to follow him. I followed him into one of the side closet that had a curtain tied to the side and told me to sit. after I did he asked if I was enjoying myself and I said yes and then he preceded to tell me about these murders that were happening in the city and that a great  darkness that was neither human nor fey had been release. He asked if I believed in magic, I told him  yes, He said good.  before I left the small space he told me not to forget what he told me. a few minutes after I stepped out of the space a girl ran into the room carrying  a flag saying she needed to hide before running into the corner closet to me another women stood in front of her  along with a few of the guests including myself. The police stated there ‘search’ and asked us if we had seen her someone by the bar shouted in the corner and a girl sitting in a chair by me said she hadn’t seen her after the police left everyone in the room started to leave and everyone hiding the ‘fairy girl’ was asked to stay few more minutes so I did.


After I was out I got into line for the expanse after an hour and a half waiting in line (my right side starting to have small tremors from the heat) I got in.

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we entered a long room with TV screens on top and were debriefed about our mission before the floor moved in rolling waves and the doors opened.  We entered this desert like area with metal sculptures  and red sand. we were then split up into teams to question the natives of the planet we had just entered. My group went off to question on of the ‘local men’ to see if they had seen anything and we were lead off by him after asking if we were UN he told us that his people just wanted a home and that no one had a right to take the planet away from them. he said since we were peace keepers we could help him and his people, my group all agreed to help. Suddenly a fight broke out in the middle of the area and we all made our way towards it before being rushed out after a few minutes of standing there watching what was going on.

By the time I got out of the expanse it was way too hot for me to wait in line and my right side kept trying to have tremors (which is not fun). So I contemplated about leaving the Amazon off-site but I really wanted to see the boys experience.

I always try to do everything as normally as I possibly can despite having MS, there have been times when i‘v stood in line for 5 or 6 hour in the heat or have done something when I knew I probably shouldn’t have just because I wanted to do it. I will push myself until I can’t function anymore because I want to be as normal as I possibly can but between having a really bad tremor on my entire right side a few days before comic con (I fell in the kitchen floor and it lasted a minute or two), the really bad headache I was having and the start of more tremors because of heat.  I went to ask someone if there was a way I could see the experience without standing in another hour long line, which they let me.

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I got into the boys pretty fast. The room was a crime scene the lights were flickering and the stuff on the shelves were on the ground there was a wall that had the imprint of a body in it. we had to figure out what happened they had us look for keys and a combination for a lock after all that they had us destroy a tape. At the end there was a confrontation between one of the guys and another one where he was fake killed.


more pictures from the amazon offsite.




Afterwards I headed out of the Amazon offsite and to where the her universe fashion show was going to be held they did the line up differently than the previous years where we just had to pick up wristbands and  they lined us up according to the number around 5. Which was a lot more chaotic  then the years before. I ended up at the back of the room on the right side this year. I was really glad I had brought my bigger camera with me because I was still able to get some pretty decent shots in..


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Afterward I got food and headed home.




I was in so much pain and my MS was acting up so much I had to stay home.




I headed to downtown around 8 once there I got in line for the pennyworth offsite it didn’t take long to get in.



The first room I entered was a nightclub they had a singer on the stage and a poker table off to the side and tables and seats spread though out the room so you could sit and relax. If you played blackjack you won a poster. everyone won because the dealer made sure you got 21 I mentioned this and she let me play for real I still won.


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The next  room was darker and more like a library we were handed postcards and told if we wanted to write one they would send it off for us.




There was a shared office next and then a torture chamber which was a photo op.



Afterwards I headed toward the FX offsite. By the time I got to it I was glad I brought my cane with me because my right leg didn’t want to support my weight anymore. FX let me in almost right away after I explained to them that I wouldn’t be able to stand in a hot line. I immediately went to the American  horror story experience . I asked if they had strobe lights because I remember in the past they’ve had them  and was told yes  which made me sad because that meant I couldn’t do it, ( one of the triggers for my tremors is strobe sights). I took some pictures before going to the what we do in the shadows experience which was so much fun! It was the Vampires lair and they had three people dressed up as the vampires from the show. They gave us bloodsicle  and vampire teeth about 5 or 10 minutes after I sat down the cast showed up!







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I hung out there for awhile enjoying the air conditioning and the how funny the vampires were before heading to do the twilight zone offsite in petco Park .



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Afterwards  I went to find out where the axe throwing was taking place I showed up  just in time to see the cast walk in and was told to come back after 5 since they were going to do a meet and greet. So  I decided  to go get dinner and come back.

I came back around 7 and got in line for the axe throwing which they told me that I couldn’t do it with open toed shoes on so I asked if I could take pictures of one of my new line Buddies who agreed. wordpress wont let me post the video i took so here the pictures.





After I took pictures and a video one of the workers there asked if I wanted to try and I told him I had open toed shoes so they said I couldn’t he offered to let me borrow his shoes so I could try it. It was so much fun! There is something very satisfying about throwing a axe at a wall. I was not very good at it so he kept me a little longer then everyone else.  Afterward I thanked him for letting me borrow his shoes before heading home.




I had been wanting to see the Pikachu  offsite all week but hadn’t managed  to see it yet so I went down just to see that. I got to downtown around 10 and once down there I got in line for it. I waited in line for about a hour and a half before I got in.


















Afterwards I got in line for Shazam since it was right next to it. At Shazam you were given one red ticket were they let you pick one out of three carnival games to play. I picked ring toss.  After that I went home.





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see you next year comic con.

some of the pictures are taken by me and some are taken by my brother.





bright burning stars blog tour

i’m happy to be a part of the blog tour for bright burning star! today i have a expert for you along with my review.


first here’s the synopsis

Best friends Marine Duval and Kate Sanders have trained at the Paris Opera Ballet School since childhood, where they’ve formed an inseparable bond forged by respective family tragedies and a fierce love for dance. When the body of a student is found in the dorms just before the start of their final year, Marine and Kate begin to ask themselves what they would do to win the ultimate prize: to be the one girl selected to join the Opera’s prestigious corps de ballet. Would they die? Cheat? Seduce the most talented boy in the school, dubbed the Demigod, hoping his magic would make them shine, too? Neither girl is sure.

But then Kate gets closer to the Demigod, even as Marine has begun to capture his heart. And as selection day draws near, the competition—for the prize, for the Demigod—becomes fiercer, and Marine and Kate realize they have everything to lose, including each other.




my review

3 stars

I love books having to deal with ballet so when I was invited to join the blog tour I jumped at it. While I enjoyed this book I was expecting a little bit more of a murder mystery and maybe friends becoming enemies as they try to win both the boy and the number one spot what I got was something completely different, what I got was a story about two friends who are trying to keep their friendship even as the competition becomes cut throat and the people around them including themselves become manipulative.

Bright burning stars follows two girls Marine and Kate who have been best friends since they first entered the ballet academy and bonded over both their love of dance and their own tragedy. Now in there last year at the academy the competition is heating up and both girls are finding their friendship starting to fray as the pressure to be number one thus winning a spot in the company starts to eat at them.(only the number one boy and girl win the spot.) both Kate and Marine start to question what they would do to win and as the year goes on and the competition becomes fiercer they start to crack under the pressure and lose sight of themselves and eachother while they focus on one thing and one thing only ballet.


I’m going to be honest here while I enjoyed reading this book I had a very hard time telling the narrative apart both Kate and Marine sound almost the same and i had to go back several time to see who I was reading, with that said I still really enjoyed the book not because of the characters but because of the ballet (which was my favorite part of the book). I enjoyed reading about how competitive the school was and how manipulative the characters were and how they would do anything (and I mean anything, including seducing and sabotaging, drug use and not eating) to get what they wanted.


I loved the ending and it made me very happy, I loved how both girls found there place and where they wanted to be and how while frayed during the year that their friendship still shone brightly.


This book is a very heavy read it deals with eating disorders, drug use, pregnancy, abortion and suicidal ideation and at times I thought that it was a little bit overwhelming having so many heavy subjects shoved into one book. Because of all the heavy subjects I would caution people before they read this book so they know what their getting into before picking it up, But if you love dance and ballet I would definitely recommend bright burning stars.

Thank you to Algonquin Young Readers for sending me a eARC of the book and inviting me to the blog tour


now for the expert!




We stood outside the circular studio in the apex of the dance annex. Some of us obsessively rose
up and down in first position to break the soles of our shoes, while others, like the boys, tucked
their t-shirts into their tights and cracked their necks for luck. I didn’t do anything but clutch
Kate’s hand. Kate and I always held hands before the weekly générales. But before I could ask
her what she thought the new ratings would be, who would outshine whom on The Boards after
only a week and four days of ballet classes and rehearsals in our final year at Nanterre, my name
was called first. A bad omen: in six years of dancing here, the faculty had never switched us out
of alphabetical order before. Isabelle The Brooder always started. I danced third.
“Break a leg,” Kate said in English before I stepped into the studio, which made me smile
because saying things in her mother tongue was Kate’s way of showing love.
Inside the vast round room, three judges—judging deities really—sat erect behind a long
folding table. Valentine Louvet, the director, was on the left, her dark hair twisted into a loose
knot and rings adorning her fingers. She would sometimes look up at the giant skylight and I
would swear that her lips moved, that she discussed students with Nijinsky’s ghost through the
thick glass. Francis Chevalier, the ballet master, an older man with sweat stains radiating from
under his arms, was on the right. While you danced, he rhythmically jabbed the tip of his cane
into the floor. In the middle sat The Witch, aka Madame Brunelle, in glasses and a tight bun.
When she disliked a student’s movement, which was almost always, we all whispered that
worm-like silver smoke seeped from her nostrils and her ears.
I didn’t look them in the eyes for fear of turning to salt. Instead, I hurried to the yellow X
that demarked center, taking note of all the mirrors that wrapped around me like gauze. I tried

not to criticize my reflection, how I was one kilogram fatter than when I’d last performed in
May. I’d found out earlier this morning, courtesy of Mademoiselle Fabienne, the school
nutritionist. Weigh-ins here were like random drug tests. You were called and asked to step onto
the beastly scale whenever faculty felt like it. Now, all I could do was suck my stomach in and
pray it didn’t affect my score. I placed my right foot on the tape, my left in tendu behind, then
waited for the pianist’s introduction.
As I offered the judges my most heartfelt port de bras, I concentrated on the ivory of my
leotard, an atrocious color on me, yet a coveted symbol of my new elite rank. Seven other sixteen
year-old rat-girls and I had risen to First Division. The variation we were to perform today was
obscure, from The Three Musketeers, but I didn’t mind. Actually, I preferred low profile dances.
The pressure somehow felt less. I also liked the three-count waltz, the way the notes filled up
inside me, the rush of the C major melody, all making me zigzag across the studio. Music was
why I kept going, my ticking heart. As the piano filled the air, my arms felt fluid, my balances
sharp, and my leaps explosive. Even my hunger diminished. I steered myself from left to right
then from front to back. My spirits lifted and my nerves calmed. Vas-y. I can do this, I thought.
And then I remembered to give the judges my stage smile. Maybe I’ll rise from Number 3 to
Number 2. During a slow triple pirouette, I held my foot above my knee, balanced, and stuck my
landing in perfect fourth position, the number 2 floating like an angel’s halo above my head.
But then I forgot to anticipate the piano’s shift in keys, the sudden acceleration. Realizing
I was an eighth of a note off, I skipped a glissade to catch up to my saut de chat. Ne t’en fais pas,
I told myself. Adjust. Yet, at once, The Witch stood up and snapped her fingers, silencing the

“I thought you were here because of your auditory gift, Duval,” Madame Brunelle said.
“Don’t students call you The Pulse?”
I looked down at my feet. I hadn’t gone through three fourths of the variation.
“They must be wrong. Would you like to have someone else come in and demonstrate?
Teach you whole notes from half notes?”
“No,” I whispered.
“Miss Sanders,” Madame Brunelle yelled.
Kate poked her head inside the studio. A joke, I thought. Kate was a dynamic ballet
dancer but well known for her lack of rhythm.
“Mademoiselle Duval needs help with her waltz tempo. Would you run the variation
through for her?”
Kate nodded. She tiptoed into the studio, setting herself on the X the way I had done
“Shadow her, Duval,” Madame Brunelle ordered.
She snapped her fingers and the pianist began again.
I danced behind Kate. We moved in unison, gliding into long pas de basques, arms
extended. Kate seemed weightless, her heels barely touching the ground. A genuine smile
fluttered on her lips. Her ivory leotard fitted her long narrow frame like skin. Blue crystal
teardrops dangled from her ears as she spun. They glittered like fireflies. All of Kate glittered.
The afternoon sun poured in from the skylight, lighting her up like a flame. The variation lasted a
million years. At every step, my face grew hotter. The studio door had been left wide open, so I
saw in the mirror’s reflection that other First Division dancers were peering inside and watching

our odd duo. A wave of humiliation nearly toppled me. Madame Brunelle did not stop the music
this time. She waited for Kate and me to finish with our révérence, then she dismissed us with a
flick of the finger.
I ducked out of the studio into the stairwell and didn’t wait for Kate. I could have sought
refuge in the First Division dressing rooms but that was too obvious a hiding place so I rushed
down three flights of stairs and into the courtyard. A mild September breeze blew. I fought back
tears. It would have been easier, I thought, if The Witch had picked someone else. Anyone else.
But Kate? Pitting me against my best friend? I wished I could keep walking past the trees,
alongside the fence, out of the gates, down L’Allée de La Danse, to the metro, all the way home
to the center of Paris and my mother’s boulangerie. There, inside with the warmth and the sugary
smells, I would find a tight hug, an, “It’s okay, Chérie. You don’t have to do this unless you want
to.” But I knew I wouldn’t. I’d have to go back to the dorms to change into street clothes or at
least take off my pointe shoes and then I’d see Oli’s battered demi pointes on my bed. Plus, I’d
come this far. Hadn’t I? Only 274 days until the final Grand Défilé. Judgment Day: when
everyone, except for two strikingly gifted students—one female, one male—got fired in the top
division. I plopped down into the middle of the courtyard and found the sky. How could I have
messed up on tempo? I closed my eyes and inhaled.
“Hey!” Kate yelled a minute later.
I started.
She stood at the entrance of the courtyard, breathing hard. “Do you think you could have
gone a little faster?” she said, crossing her arms. She was still in her leotard, tights, and pointe
shoes. Her neck flushed bright red from running. Wisps of blond hair framed her face. “You
hurtled down the stairs like a bat out of hell, M. I thought you were going to tumble and fall.”

Bat out of hell? I nearly corrected her and said that here we used comme un bolide—like
a rocket—but instead I replied, voice sharp, “Too bad I didn’t.”
“You don’t mean it,” she said. “Mistakes happen. You’re only human.”
Kate sat down beside me. She smelled woodsy, even after she danced. We watched as
pigeons flittered around the bright white buildings. On our left were the dorms with their
common rooms at the bottom. In front, the dance annex loomed. It was known for its grand
staircase, bay windows, cafeteria, and Board Room where all big decisions were made. On the
right was the academic wing with classrooms and faculty offices. Little pathways led from one
building to the others with awnings in case of rain. If I turned around, I could peek at the high
concrete wall hidden between oak trees. Sometimes I wondered if the barrier was there to keep
rats from fleeing or strangers from trespassing.
Kate squeezed my ankle then flashed me her best smile. “The Witch is an asshole.
Seriously. Don’t sweat it.”
At her touch, my eyes filled. The tempo mix up hadn’t been Kate’s fault. Only mine. I
quickly wiped the tears with the back of my hand.
“Have I told you that I dig wearing ivory?” Kate said. “Last night, I called my dad and
tried to explain it to him. How good it felt to parade around in this sublime color. I said it was
like receiving the freaking Medal of Honor but he didn’t get it.”
“Of course not.” I shook my head.
And just like that, the weird moment between us, the resentment I’d felt at having to
dance behind her, passed.
I was about to tell her that after what had happened in the circular studio I would
probably never wear ivory again, when younger rats came out into the courtyard, disturbing our

privacy. Everyone always whispered about everyone else while waiting for ratings. Within the
hour, the Board Room would open. Rankings would be posted on the wall. Rats who were rated
below fifth place might be sent home. Now and again, I’d see a parent waiting by the school
entrance and the wretched sight would make me flinch. But Kate, who was always at my side,
would loop an arm around me and say, “Face it, M. Not everyone is cut out for this.” Her thick
skin soothed me today.
“God, I can’t stand the sitting around,” Kate said. “Let’s play Would You.”
“I thought you and I banned that game,” I replied.
Kate laughed. “Things don’t go away just because you want them to, Miss Goody Two-
Shoes. Or because the stupid rules say so.”
I slapped her shoulder.
“Ouch. Loosen up. I go first,” she said. “Would you die for The Prize?”
The Prize. What every rat girl and boy was after: the large envelope with a red wax stamp
on the back, a single invitation to become part of the Paris Opera’s corps de ballet. The thought
of seeing that envelope made me dizzy with possibility. I almost said yes but she cut me off.
“If I close my eyes,” Kate said. “I feel the envelope’s weight in my hands, the warm wax
beneath my thumbs. It’s damn near euphoric.”
I looked away. Kate’s hunger for success, for being the Chosen One was sometimes so
acute that it frightened me. “Are you asking because of Yaëlle?”
The Number 3 rat from last year, a sweet girl from Brittany, once our roommate, had
been found in her tiny single, lying atop her twin bed, in her ballet clothes, bones protruding at
strange angles, eyes sunk deep in their sockets, dead a few days before Le Grand Défilé last
May. She’d starved herself in the name of The Prize. Ever since, we’d all been on edge. Summer

hadn’t changed the mood. If anything, getting back together after a few months away had
heightened the sense of dread.
“You’re not answering my question.”
“No,” I decided. “I wouldn’t die for The Prize. Would you?”
“Yes,” Kate said. “Absolutely.”
There was no hesitation in her voice.
“I’ve got another,” she said. “Would you hurt The Ruler for The Prize?”
Gia Delmar, the Ruler. Always Number 1 on the boards, she was our biggest rival but
this wasn’t the time to think about her. Not before rankings. “I wouldn’t hurt anyone,” I said,
then I added, “Would you rehearse night and day?”
“Yes. But would you do drugs?”
“Would you?”
“Rehearse night and day, sure. Drugs? Maybe.”
“Kate!” I said.
“Would you try to suck up to Monsieur Chevalier?”
“No. But maybe Louvet.”
Kate laughed. “I know. Would you sleep with The Demigod?”
The Demigod? I shivered. Like The Ruler, The Demigod was off limits. As a rare
conservatory transfer, he’d magically appeared in Second Division one sunny day last February
and had outdone everyone. I didn’t want to think about the leaders, the rats most likely to
succeed, even if they were supremely sexy. “No,” I answered. “Of course not. Would you?”
“That’s sick,” I said. “Sleeping with someone to climb the ladder?”

Kate lowered her voice. “The Demigod is different, M. You know. Everybody knows.
Even faculty. Look how they gawk at him. His talent is greater than the sun and the stars
combined. Proximity to him is—” she paused, searching for her words. “The key to everything.
Think of it as Lee Krasner, Jackson Pollock’s lover, collaborating with him on a canvas. Except
that our canvas is four dimensional, made up of flesh, of bodies. Lee’s paint strokes had to
intensify, right? The Demigod’s balletic gift, his glow, rubs off like glitter on his partners.
Haven’t you noticed? Anyone who spends time with him in and out of the studio shoots up on
The Boards. M, he is The King. You know what dance is? The art of the sensual. Electricity,
entanglement, ease. You partner with him and you will blow the roof off this effing place. Plus,”
she sucked in her breath, kept me in suspense. “He’s got the hottest quads in the universe.”
I imagined Cyrille flying into splits, his thighs stiffening under silver tights, what his
hands might feel like clasping mine if I was ever asked to partner with him. My whole body
warmed. Kate was right. The Demigod was like food, like one of my mother’s pastries. You
knew that eating it was bad for you, but you just couldn’t help yourself. I was about to warn Kate
that the Greek demigods, as attractive as they were, ate their young and their lovers when
Monsieur Arnaud, the groundkeeper, walked over to the old fashioned bell and rang it. The
wooden doors creaked open and all the dancers scurried inside the Board Room. I still sat
outside, frozen. What if I was ranked fifth or lower and got sent home? I thought of Oli. My
promise to dance for him no matter what. Failing was not an option. Kate snagged my hand and
pulled me up.
“Come on, sweetie,” she said.
I reluctantly followed her in.


Angela Small credit _Becky Thurner Braddock.jpg


A.K. SMALL was born in Paris. At five years old, she began studying classical dance with the legendary Max Bozzoni, then later with Daniel Franck and Monique Arabian at the famous Académie Chaptal. At thirteen, she moved to the United States where she danced with the Pacific Northwest Ballet for one summer in Seattle and with the Richmond Ballet Student Company for several years. She’s a graduate of the College of William and Mary and has an MFA in fiction from Vermont College of Fine Arts. When she’s not writing, she spends time with her husband, her puppy, and her three daughters, and practices yoga. Bright Burning Stars is her first novel.

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.


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.


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.

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.

taken from goodreads

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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!


The Whole Truth



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.


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.”



“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.”




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. |      @susankcarlton |       @susankcarlton



in another life blog tour



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.




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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“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




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

“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!



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.”
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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

Its a mun thing – Excerpt

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

The Readdicts Book Blog – Excerpt

Velarisreads – Excerpt

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.


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.

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