tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81340155034164814142024-03-25T04:46:05.598-05:00Fallen Over Book Reviews Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.comBlogger2422125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-23180365631855390432024-03-20T17:02:00.000-05:002024-03-20T17:02:32.713-05:00The Last Time by Heather Kirchhoff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKSkdSUPZLwg8iri_iI9MDHYzYHBNCWHS4m6gGzQjovt3ggwgeSJOeAyoxb2ixmNEiQuDbtLQmT7_ppF7XJfNFGAk4tj2hCgZUObwm80RCM9BjTuzXg1qjDm-2j7aCrCNwXsTKDAVOx6oH7AtAvXp4YSHCYn7TPrMDcgHk7eICtN6ymbUwR5pVECux" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="1795" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiKSkdSUPZLwg8iri_iI9MDHYzYHBNCWHS4m6gGzQjovt3ggwgeSJOeAyoxb2ixmNEiQuDbtLQmT7_ppF7XJfNFGAk4tj2hCgZUObwm80RCM9BjTuzXg1qjDm-2j7aCrCNwXsTKDAVOx6oH7AtAvXp4YSHCYn7TPrMDcgHk7eICtN6ymbUwR5pVECux" width="160" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Self</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 12/9/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 255</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Realistic Fiction</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: Not sure where I got the book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Last-Time-Heather-Kirchhoff-ebook/dp/B0CM226G3M/ref=sr_1_2?crid=107O4KQS16DHK&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.o7Xut5_LgbCU-ipTFkLC66bC3b-duALGHll2ZndLx3c.k5feaugVrgmsKXIcDEruA8TEBPtw7kWNZj_1IqgmoV8&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+last+time+heather+kirchhoff&qid=1710961007&sprefix=the+last+time+heather%2Caps%2C125&sr=8-2#detailBullets_feature_div" target="_blank">Amazon </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62888534-the-last-time" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Fans of Taylor Swift and Nicholas Sparks will enjoy this heartwarming story about a girl overcoming grief.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">How can you tell someone you love them if they’re gone?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Sarah Hill and Ryan Smith had it all planned out. They were going to college together after high school, get married and start a family. That is until Ryan's suicide derailed it all.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Now Sarah's haunted by questions as memories threaten to suffocate her. Their future disappears into dust before her eyes.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">However, shortly after his death, she receives unexpected news. Ryan's sweet cousin steps in to offer emotional support and becomes her salvation as they process through their grief. Will Sarah's secret ruin their budding friendship?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Trigger warnings: mention of suicide, depression representation, bullying<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>“I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.”</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">I am not sure where I picked this book up from. I am sure the author asked if I would review it, and I said yes. This was an interesting book, our main character Sarah is in love. Her boyfriend is her whole world, until one day, he is not. Why did he do what he did? How can Sarah just live without understanding why he did it? We see Sarah go through the grief process, and it is heartwrenching. Her best friend, who should be there for her, isn't, and who can Sarah turn to? When Taylor comes into the picture, Sarah shouldn't/couldn't be happy, right? She isn't supposed to, or at least that is what she believes. We see how Sarah ends up growing as an individual and how she really tries to work on herself throughout it all. I was proud of Sarah when she finally started standing up for herself. I wasn't happy knowing that it didn't do any good. In the end Sarah could be any of us growing up to the teenagers now. The most important thing is to understand that being a bully doesn't do any good to anyone. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="freeTextauthor6579604" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyERr0_1Wwf5Eqj70_A58uqAoxVPaeVdcZ3-KWBEn7O4jLKhin0GmNHI4QUGqkOylpnPnCgyIZ1BApRUIXn41sPAtTa5MhKFobIRhLN49a3ZetSENxuB2_D05O8cEkefN3Ith8YRwpuJaozHW1uvFBHKqCjjbm93-pOabMNrxwhxvh0EFYxa5cNLFO" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="177" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhyERr0_1Wwf5Eqj70_A58uqAoxVPaeVdcZ3-KWBEn7O4jLKhin0GmNHI4QUGqkOylpnPnCgyIZ1BApRUIXn41sPAtTa5MhKFobIRhLN49a3ZetSENxuB2_D05O8cEkefN3Ith8YRwpuJaozHW1uvFBHKqCjjbm93-pOabMNrxwhxvh0EFYxa5cNLFO" width="160" /></a></div><br />Heather Kirchhoff lives in Missouri with her husband, dog, six cats and several fish. She became a bookworm back in sixth grade when her teacher suggested the Phantom Stallion series by Terri Farley and instantly fell in love.<br /><br />When Heather isn't writing, she enjoys reading, going on walks, taking pictures, and spending time with her family and friends. Richelle Mead, Alyson Noel and Stephenie Meyer inspired Heather to write when she was thirteen.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-40240527488615966812024-03-20T12:29:00.005-05:002024-03-20T12:29:39.912-05:00NetGalley: On a Clear Day, You Can See Block Island by Gage Greenwood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpPMzxHwZXxlFaKEDSbAfTHr9yQM9NtkkFUHKQS-JZ3Z7u210mcd-x42NVLyLwZZf5Gkx6rHgFP8trgP1DulFkVlYt8epyfrKbQRtcbUCwN-Ts5L-P3Wz_B-dO4Kn_LVO_3FArjOGJOVeEVsn2fqKWrY_awfWndqiMno6e_mURMv6E5GuTg0r4KN22" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="522" data-original-width="348" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpPMzxHwZXxlFaKEDSbAfTHr9yQM9NtkkFUHKQS-JZ3Z7u210mcd-x42NVLyLwZZf5Gkx6rHgFP8trgP1DulFkVlYt8epyfrKbQRtcbUCwN-Ts5L-P3Wz_B-dO4Kn_LVO_3FArjOGJOVeEVsn2fqKWrY_awfWndqiMno6e_mURMv6E5GuTg0r4KN22" width="160" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Tanner Switch Publishing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 2/10/2024</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 274</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: horror</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: NetGalley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Clear-Day-You-Block-Island-ebook/dp/B0CMXM3Q1V/ref=sr_1_1?crid=15ZA7Q0UIF9TW&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.FxOwr3ZMXMbR_Ur_tOCLfk0wapZAh7yP30waJ4eyvAEm_zdeV4CJvIf5BrNaHtVD3NcaddxvfLuh8hb9pQDYwfBIThvNpciGvwUgLh7eRg8Wrb6ZdwyFss9og-FNvFLfHNn4Peb-lq4w8xTyx6bnfLjsYdFcniYbHzFBLLmC_2sw9WhOyevrN5U3bfcUpZygKooVvOrHDV3BHB7pL2ZRZ5rtLx6O1J25i-Ed_SjKM54.IWQn01I7zh9QSmBF11RIjbKfhSw2Z6qN5DPTl6XaQNY&dib_tag=se&keywords=on+a+clear+day+you+can+see+block+island&qid=1710950791&sprefix=on+a+clear+day+you+can+see+block+island%2Caps%2C130&sr=8-1#detailBullets_feature_div" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Charlie's anxiety has control of his life. Angela is afraid of the dark. Brian suffers from a drug addiction. Chrissy struggles to remember what happened to them, the details forever haunting the outskirts of her mind.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">But when new information comes to light about what they had witnessed, they make a plan to escape their problems once and for all.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Sometimes, the only way to confront your demons is to face them head on, so the Keating siblings decide to go back to the island and call their monsters out of the darkness. They soon realize the terror awaiting is much more than they bargained for.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">On a Clear Day, You Can See Block Island is a coming of age horror novel about grief, PTSD, and how some horrors never end.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IeR6jSPm2w/U-PAdqTAvOI/AAAAAAAAClU/hCeee_oYBe4rnsn0WeSOJPD2wo2FuVvngCPcB/s1600/ARC%2BReview.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1370" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IeR6jSPm2w/U-PAdqTAvOI/AAAAAAAAClU/hCeee_oYBe4rnsn0WeSOJPD2wo2FuVvngCPcB/w171-h200/ARC%2BReview.png" width="171" /></a><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-Ykh-SQW6U/U7P085byv5I/AAAAAAAACiM/dqwKlfKkHH0RrShZWATD9k-XsyXVqAxnQCPcB/s1600/Netgalley%2Bimage.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="197" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-Ykh-SQW6U/U7P085byv5I/AAAAAAAACiM/dqwKlfKkHH0RrShZWATD9k-XsyXVqAxnQCPcB/w200-h197/Netgalley%2Bimage.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>“I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.”</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This was interesting. What happens when a monster truly comes to life? The Keating family literally has PTSD from the death of their sibling. Each person from the Keating family deals with it in their own unhealthy way. It's sad to see, but it happens. What happened wasn't normal. There are nightmares, and their life is literally turned upside down. Nothing is what it seems. When the siblings head back to Block Island, they uncover far more than they expect, and what comes out in the fog doesn't want to go in. The story was creepy, and I wanted a deeper backstory into the creatures that inhibited Block Island. Overall, it's a decent read that makes you wonder what could be hidden beneath our noses. I can't give much away as the story hits off right from the beginning, and the pace keeps going. </span></div>
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He's a proud member of the Horror Writers Association and Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers association.He's been an actor, comedian, podcaster, and even the Vice President of an escape room company. Since childhood, he's been a big fan of comic books, horror movies, and depressing music that fills him with existential dread.He lives in New England with his girlfriend and son, and he spends his time writing, hiking, and decorating for various holidays</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-23854234515000999222024-03-18T07:25:00.010-05:002024-03-18T07:25:55.913-05:00Library book: The Only One Left by Riley Sager<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0z2fZ7hRuff_TN-Pev-WAweLBxIXeSc1nIRWheQTrtrBlS3T76blNx2eKUL-t7-x0tlRZG4QSWqcajYISstiDC2x_DKLMy6VkmcCjiwRjfEIfNvg1XMwSrrT1FtlgmncmHLRHJYlV_tPkqzHPvjYEx_nyr-sAfoIKIBvNAm-jQzwvMiQ4JZWWwwRw" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1695" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi0z2fZ7hRuff_TN-Pev-WAweLBxIXeSc1nIRWheQTrtrBlS3T76blNx2eKUL-t7-x0tlRZG4QSWqcajYISstiDC2x_DKLMy6VkmcCjiwRjfEIfNvg1XMwSrrT1FtlgmncmHLRHJYlV_tPkqzHPvjYEx_nyr-sAfoIKIBvNAm-jQzwvMiQ4JZWWwwRw" width="159" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Dutton</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 6/20/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 308</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Mystery</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Only-One-Left-Novel-ebook/dp/B0BG1HTVPD/ref=sr_1_1?dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.ADe4kTYVs-8qk_9Xbtk9cOdnbKhlCohQSIFf3v92zim8FFUha8f4MJliY2IA-gD9xQVG4A-yL3fh1o5uFyLGub0uVm1dK_jjAQSm8gAW-nJmvJklaAbt-Dqo1XOzaiN7pSXzqX8t9vbBlPEe_DVuD1FfWvBAaFMsPGPs8SdnAAJE5fpGDIkk9b-Qsd_7GVYHLTpqkfb-v6h-Q4a1Sj1R1_VAs9Fellt7MSw08mTvqPM.KC9WZ2EwTU-uA53_3cvC4izd1V7H-bSqh9Ju6rHaTJY&dib_tag=se&keywords=the+only+one+left&qid=1710764125&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62685463-the-only-one-left" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">At seventeen, Lenora Hope<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />Hung her sister with a rope</i></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Now reduced to a schoolyard chant, the Hope family murders shocked the Maine coast one bloody night in 1929. While most people assume seventeen-year-old Lenora was responsible, the police were never able to prove it. Other than her denial after the killings, she has never spoken publicly about that night, nor has she set foot outside Hope’s End, the cliffside mansion where the massacre occurred.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Stabbed her father with a knife<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />Took her mother’s happy life</i></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">It’s now 1983, and home-health aide Kit McDeere arrives at a decaying Hope’s End to care for Lenora after her previous nurse fled in the middle of the night. In her seventies and confined to a wheelchair, Lenora was rendered mute by a series of strokes and can only communicate with Kit by tapping out sentences on an old typewriter. One night, Lenora uses it to make a tantalizing offer—</span><i style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">I want to tell you everything.</i><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">“It wasn’t me,” Lenora said<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />But she’s the only one not dead</i></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">As Kit helps Lenora write about the events leading to the Hope family massacre, it becomes clear there’s more to the tale than people know. But when new details about her predecessor’s departure come to light, Kit starts to suspect Lenora might not be telling the complete truth—and that the seemingly harmless woman in her care could be far more dangerous than she first thought.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have been hearing about this book on a few online groups and knew I had to dive in and start seeing the hype. Holy moly, guacamole I was amazed. I so didn't see anything coming like I thought I would. The ending is awesome! We are introduced to our main character Kit who is a caretaker, she is not a nurse because she never went to medical school. Her job is to care for patients who can no longer care for themselves. When she lands a job at the dreaded Hope's End, it ends up being more than just caring for the patient, Lenora. She will uncover all sorts of secrets and lies. Things have been covered up for years, and somehow, she is the person that will unravel it all. The mystery was there, the suspense was there. To be honest, I am not sure I would even want to live in a house that will eventually fall off the cliff. Pick this book up. You won't be disappointed, so just go along for the ride. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/w200-h120/5.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2a6G74U3Jg/U08xtWdwiGI/AAAAAAAACUc/VxwOEiF8yjIUD6UJVFF_zFqgPDzP5YYZQCPcB/s1600/3.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="TruncatedContent__text TruncatedContent__text--medium TruncatedContent__text--expanded" data-testid="contentContainer" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden visible; text-align: start; word-break: break-word;" tabindex="-1"><div class="DetailsLayoutRightParagraph" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: grid; gap: 2%; grid-template-columns: repeat(var(--num-right-col), minmax(0, 1fr)); margin-left: calc(-1 * var(--right-col-left-offset)); padding-left: var(--right-col-left-offset);"><div class="DetailsLayoutRightParagraph__widthConstrained" style="box-sizing: border-box; grid-column: span 8;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjElBmK_eZdJnt6VdFqAYAmZb-S037yY1eq5KCajGybVH4rDyrcJbgEjRzv1BSRYaSndDoQ3YrICccp1D41kc8LYXf92SoQzLihjlI5m9scVRSuV6cGBhpu8yngNH3iEPkbWiZuHrKXO1vbzc5h-CupPN7gH33T4fnXKD-KT-Pg8QCrpKoPIB89tY-y" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjElBmK_eZdJnt6VdFqAYAmZb-S037yY1eq5KCajGybVH4rDyrcJbgEjRzv1BSRYaSndDoQ3YrICccp1D41kc8LYXf92SoQzLihjlI5m9scVRSuV6cGBhpu8yngNH3iEPkbWiZuHrKXO1vbzc5h-CupPN7gH33T4fnXKD-KT-Pg8QCrpKoPIB89tY-y" width="240" /></a></div><span class="Formatted" style="box-sizing: border-box;">Riley Sager is the New York Times bestselling author of seven novels, most recently THE HOUSE ACROSS THE LAKE and SURVIVE THE NIGHT. His first thriller, FINAL GIRLS, won the ITW Thriller Award for Best Hardcover Novel and has been published in more than thirty countries. His latest novel, THE ONLY ONE LEFT, will be published in June.<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />A native of Pennsylvania, he now lives in Princeton, New Jersey. When he's not writing, he enjoys reading, cooking and going to the movies as much as possible. His favorite film is "Rear Window." Or maybe "Jaws." But probably, if he's being honest, "Mary Poppins."<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/s500/3.png" style="clear: right; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/w200-h200/3.png" width="200" /></a><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />Website: <a href="http://www.rileysagerbooks.com/" rel="noopener nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">www.rileysagerbooks.com</a><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/rileysagerbooks" rel="noopener nofollow" style="box-sizing: border-box; outline: 0px;" target="_blank">www.facebook.com/rileysagerbooks</a><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />Twitter: @Riley_Sager.</span></div><div><span class="Formatted" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-59454864543892966062024-03-18T07:13:00.006-05:002024-03-18T07:13:49.816-05:00library book: When You Find My Body: The Disappearance of Geraldine Largay on the Appalachian Trail D. Dauphinee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMQ5e0j58cMJNLe40gRqmoBqAJavzAn5wwSsrn6MVj2TiSt1QbPR6EWIZMAIGuQ_z2vY7-TXocXfLXP63h5VpF1OuvHeQ2S9Ztk9B1vNAJDwAUpEuyUPL1azO46iaswcCZYTN8FkjcT1Li47_aNPLv1_uJ2Kp1IwKUGjfbeNWAfaNUrp2AFVLI5neK" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="333" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhMQ5e0j58cMJNLe40gRqmoBqAJavzAn5wwSsrn6MVj2TiSt1QbPR6EWIZMAIGuQ_z2vY7-TXocXfLXP63h5VpF1OuvHeQ2S9Ztk9B1vNAJDwAUpEuyUPL1azO46iaswcCZYTN8FkjcT1Li47_aNPLv1_uJ2Kp1IwKUGjfbeNWAfaNUrp2AFVLI5neK" width="160" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Down East Books</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 6/1/2019</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 208</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: biography</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/When-You-Find-Body-Disappearance/dp/1608936902/ref=sr_1_1?crid=KS200SPHS2RR&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.JS4_r4L1uVQfUAazpZvrfQ.dlr0HmL-I59EJTPuy0GrnLJY9l2pBcKwv7H3mRsSU7o&dib_tag=se&keywords=When+You+Find+My+Body%3A+The+Disappearance+of+Geraldine+Largay+on+the+Appalachian+Trail+D.+Dauphinee&qid=1710593129&sprefix=when+you+find+my+body+the+disappearance+of+geraldine+largay+on+the+appalachian+trail+d.+dauphinee%2Caps%2C190&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/46117112-when-you-find-my-body" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">When Geraldine “Gerry” Largay (AT trail name, Inchworm) first went missing on the Appalachian Trail in remote western Maine in 2013, the people of Maine were wrought with concern. When she was not found, the family, the wardens, and the Navy personnel who searched for her were devastated. The Maine Warden Service continued to follow leads for more than a year. They never completely gave up the search. Two years after her disappearance, her bones and scattered possessions were found by chance by two surveyors. She was on the U.S. Navy’s SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape) School land, about 2,100 feet from the Appalachian Trail.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">This book tells the story of events preceding Geraldine Largay’s vanishing in July 2013, while hiking the Appalachian Trail in Maine, what caused her to go astray, and the massive search and rescue operation that followed. Her disappearance sparked the largest lost-person search in Maine history, which culminated in her being presumed dead. She was never again seen alive. The author was one of the hundreds of volunteers who searched for her. Gerry’s story is one of heartbreak, most assuredly, but is also one of perseverance, determination, and faith. For her family and the searchers, especially the Maine Warden Service, it is also a story of grave sorrow.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Marrying the joys and hardship of life in the outdoors, as well as exploring the search & rescue community, When You Find My Body examines dying with grace and dignity. There are lessons in the story, both large and small. Lessons that may well save lives in the future.<span><a name='more'></a></span><span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I am going to be honest, when I saw the title of this book, I literally thought it was going to be about a woman missing by a serial killer in the Appalachian Mountains. I did not expect it to be about Geraldine hiking and going missing on her own accord. So, it was an eye-opener for me. I didn't realize how long the Trail was until I started reading this book and looking online at the pictures. It sounds like fun, but I can see and understand how easy it is to become lost. We learn about Geraldine and what she possibly went through while waiting for someone to find her. We know what those that searched for did and the steps they followed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Reading this might open the eyes of hikers who hike by themselves to understand how easy it is to get turned around or hike off the trail and how important it is to learn how to use a compass and communicate with others. Know your surroundings. I just started hiking, and though I know I will never be on the Appalachian Trail, there are things I know how to make sure I stay aware of. </div></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDnyeVqqjpYY0kCj0BcyAZfALsl5nPDimMydqxhKu0jH_9DBzz5_AMRBkZ9hoi7iJ9rU9fRa2DL5negkNDqTFWPwG0x99m94nEU7ONq_2QrztVM7vIa7pmJsyqT_aqT8kfK-lve4NweQC--TlAu0-QhBOyQbkD2GXbjlEZRO35T4R4l6y3moCQ508L" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDnyeVqqjpYY0kCj0BcyAZfALsl5nPDimMydqxhKu0jH_9DBzz5_AMRBkZ9hoi7iJ9rU9fRa2DL5negkNDqTFWPwG0x99m94nEU7ONq_2QrztVM7vIa7pmJsyqT_aqT8kfK-lve4NweQC--TlAu0-QhBOyQbkD2GXbjlEZRO35T4R4l6y3moCQ508L" width="240" /></a></div>Dee is an American author of novels, biographies, and essays. His writing has gained a following with readers interested in the out-of-doors, history, travel, human interest, fly fishing, and the construction of essays. He has been a farmer, a photographer, a fishing & mountaineering guide, and an orthopaedic physician’s assistant. For seven years he was a semi-pro wide receiver in the Canadian Football League’s farm system, and in the Eastern Football League. Dee has lived in Europe and South America.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Dee was born with wanderlust in Bangor, Maine. After graduating from high school, he made his way to Wyoming. He spent the next decade splitting his time between Jackson Hole, WY, and Vancouver, British Columbia. Living in Jackson Hole in the 1980's was Heaven, he recalls...he was climbing mountains or fly fishing every second he could. Photography and climbing too Dee to many places including El Salvador, Peru, the Arctic, throughout Europe, Nicaragua, Venezuela, Iraq, Israel, Egypt, Ecuador, Jordan, the UK, Panama, Lebanon, Kenya, Algeria, Columbia, and many places in between where he did contract and spec work for several media outlets, including United Press International.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Dee has led or co-led mountaineering, desert, and jungle expeditions on 5 continents, and has climbed above 20,000 feet above sea level fourteen times; at one time, more than any Maine native. He has been involved in several state and international Search & Rescue teams.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Dee has contributed articles, photographs, and essays to many periodicals for thirty years, including National Geographic, The Canadian Geographic, Outside Magazine, Mariah, Backpacker, Climbing, and Ascent, magazines, to name only a few.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Dee has had two books published by North Country Press; Stoneflies & Turtleheads, a collection of fly-fishing essays from Maine and around the world, and The River Home, a novel. Highlanders Without Kilts, an award-winning historical fiction about a Canadian family’s ordeal during WWI and a Nova Scotia battalion’s odyssey in that war was released May 2015 by Kicking Pig Press. Dee’s new book, When You Find My Body, is about Appalachian Trail hiker Geraldine Largay who became lost in Maine in 2013. Despite the largest manhunt in Maine’s history, Gerry was not found, and she perished. It was released in June 2019 by Rowman & Littlefield (Globe Pequot Press). By the second week of June 2019, it was recorded on two Bestseller lists.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Dee lives in Middle Maine with his wife and two children, who all hike and fish.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Dee is represented by Janklow & Nesbit Literary Agency.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-36525598073702051622024-03-16T07:30:00.006-05:002024-03-16T07:36:54.116-05:00Library book: On the Come up by Angie Thomas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiA6HZUn2ywqt9PMeUq9dnjWuP3PLxI4Ni_wvjfBIdIDFyC9bvKhfbNqZcbbQw8Adu225SxX9koDa3I5nf4_s7rwuokcRaLup0CXFkaC84MTMO9g6Pbz8RA3nUvhxqFBnN7WqaGpKBhHo9M4qVIGk7oBRvF3KsrJ3skvgr2FK7oYWdCsw84nxbggta8" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1271" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiA6HZUn2ywqt9PMeUq9dnjWuP3PLxI4Ni_wvjfBIdIDFyC9bvKhfbNqZcbbQw8Adu225SxX9koDa3I5nf4_s7rwuokcRaLup0CXFkaC84MTMO9g6Pbz8RA3nUvhxqFBnN7WqaGpKBhHo9M4qVIGk7oBRvF3KsrJ3skvgr2FK7oYWdCsw84nxbggta8" width="159" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Balzer & Bray</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 2/5/2019</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 452</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Realistic Fiction</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Come-Up-Angie-Thomas-ebook/dp/B0716GZWJJ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2QXVP8LSLAFNH&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.CuImKcb5f0XZ2Okm7DrARlcFf-3U6PU-Tb2qg9Ip8ad9zNR6VNZK4hNWmlvEzB3PZxunyAME5cB38CAOA0kFQA8dPBAp34mGGByu0-xRizgY0QMNMSlWxJR1x-R8IfmedUWihvkCpjjtE7CLwJJWhPnZAfwYslrM9lZg45aRnKF0wSk0WIfn6lA9tuS7BcoiZiW3IbNDMefm9uot2Id3fShGr_In9YjUhmjwkM_JIK8.VB5P2fryioEZ0-K65Kzu6qDiPz7OXbxuID_K2Qd9jds&dib_tag=se&keywords=on+the+come+up&qid=1710591938&sprefix=on+the+come+u%2Caps%2C145&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35887567-on-the-come-up?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=RILeCPGC51&rank=1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Sixteen-year-old Bri wants to be one of the greatest rappers of all time. Or at least make it out of her neighborhood one day. As the daughter of an underground rap legend who died before he hit big, Bri’s got big shoes to fill. But now that her mom has unexpectedly lost her job, food banks and shutoff notices are as much a part of Bri’s life as beats and rhymes. With bills piling up and homelessness staring her family down, Bri no longer just wants to make it—she has to make it.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><i style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">On the Come Up</i><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"> is Angie Thomas’s homage to hip-hop, the art that sparked her passion for storytelling and continues to inspire her to this day. It is the story of fighting for your dreams, even as the odds are stacked against you; of the struggle to become who you are and not who everyone expects you to be; and of the desperate realities of poor and working-class black families.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I first saw this book online a while back and didn't think much of it. Two weeks ago, it was at my book fair, and I sat down and started reading it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The book starts with, " I might have to kill somebody tonight. It could be somebody I know. It could be a stranger. It would be somebody who's never battled before." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That right there pulled me in; I didn't need to read the blurb! When a book starts in a way that wants you to read more, you must read it. I jumped on Libby and looked for the book right away! I was impressed with the story that Angie tells us. The determination of Brianna and what she deals with on a daily. The life her Aunt Pooh lives she can't turn away from. Everyone in this book struggles, but they try to rise above the life they have been given.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Brianna does not give up her dream of being a battle rapper; her bars are unique! Words are power, and Brianna knows this more than anyone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> It's one of my top ten books for the year!! I can not recommend this book enough. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Favorite quotes: Granddaddy, I "jump to conclusions faster than lice jump between white kids' heads."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm more of a "yes, people exist, but that doesn't mean I need to talk to them" person.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/w200-h120/5.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJ7FdAhupyzpz9tuVrUnmh8xkW4I0IWKLYsnFC-kkACCQBtvLgcP_2ao8S6rqwoPIPR9Nd0dViIaeRPquYycaFxNyUg6gF6t04bY9Lnwc9pksrBneD1D3dAjJgEo7xDKjBvMwyF-SA42POQ_kjuaAbznaaXvrqv1Y6ipp3WGts0cir3Xku-x_3sLeh" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="133" data-original-width="200" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgJ7FdAhupyzpz9tuVrUnmh8xkW4I0IWKLYsnFC-kkACCQBtvLgcP_2ao8S6rqwoPIPR9Nd0dViIaeRPquYycaFxNyUg6gF6t04bY9Lnwc9pksrBneD1D3dAjJgEo7xDKjBvMwyF-SA42POQ_kjuaAbznaaXvrqv1Y6ipp3WGts0cir3Xku-x_3sLeh" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Angie Thomas was born, raised, and still resides in Jackson, Mississippi as indicated by her accent. She is a former teen rapper whose greatest accomplishment was an article about her in Right-On Magazine with a picture included. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from Belhaven University and an unofficial degree in Hip Hop. She can also still rap if needed. She is an inaugural winner of the Walter Dean Meyers Grant 2015, awarded by We Need Diverse Books. Her debut novel, The Hate U Give, was acquired by Balzer + Bray/HarperCollins in a 13-house auction and will be published in spring 2017. Film rights have been optioned by Fox 2000 with George Tillman attached to direct and Hunger Games actress Amandla Stenberg set to star.</span></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-10607503737602202462024-03-16T07:15:00.007-05:002024-03-16T07:21:22.793-05:00Kindle Unlimited: Keep It In The Family John Marrs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi5zzqcVpR8lt1369EaonLbME-DYdwxByRKk7DKrwEJnpttJLhxYxKtoJB6CJtRlQPY2fjuLLnvjKakvYHNB-LMUhTWzBTqeMmwvU3A6KyWSAbFGPnuL7q68CMYEhCDAk1CPFHoYiGNmIjCiIyuwtEhiezKe63Wk-E71ecF45Vgkj7bu37P5GSAvfG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="326" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhi5zzqcVpR8lt1369EaonLbME-DYdwxByRKk7DKrwEJnpttJLhxYxKtoJB6CJtRlQPY2fjuLLnvjKakvYHNB-LMUhTWzBTqeMmwvU3A6KyWSAbFGPnuL7q68CMYEhCDAk1CPFHoYiGNmIjCiIyuwtEhiezKe63Wk-E71ecF45Vgkj7bu37P5GSAvfG" width="156" /></a></div><br /><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Thomas & Mercer</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 10/18/2022</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 384</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Thriller/Mystery</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: kindle unlimited</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Keep-Family-John-Marrs-ebook/dp/B09Q2WCSMP/ref=sr_1_1?crid=CY9AZMXBX8UO&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.IUMJQqN1iGjIFYBI-cEbIFbhRNrtZyTxBhatjDbVOBXjW6N5gmL0nhywJQzhdev8-0VgsxT9-rux4oGZfeKt_IN49Hwzli96OfUACpHjmNTie0m2R-na6NAMoSTY3PdvcKM6nw97w9gsSTzCYSSoRDFlNgSmwawGc_fxmFvIBsDxi1pS05Nw-yi4xGohB25pzRhD5IujRH1ynqVuvyvWMfFxWnX62srwla_xqtCn4PA.ZE7ZOB3H23Ao5dkcJwLO6CSLRL5tmzTFR7psUUrogGk&dib_tag=se&keywords=keep+it+in+the+family+john+marrs&qid=1710590924&s=digital-text&sprefix=keep+it+in+th%2Cdigital-text%2C143&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #1d2228; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #1d2228; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60109530-keep-it-in-the-family" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #1d2228; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #1d2228; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #1d2228; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Mia and Finn are busy turning a derelict house into their dream home when Mia unexpectedly falls pregnant. But just when they think the house is ready, Mia discovers a chilling message scored into a skirting board: I WILL SAVE THEM FROM THE ATTIC. Following the clue up into the eaves, the couple make a gruesome discovery: their dream home was once a house of horrors.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">In the wake of their traumatic discovery, the baby arrives and Mia can’t shake her fixation with the monstrous crimes that happened right above them. Haunted by the terrible things she saw and desperate to find answers, her obsession pulls her ever further from her husband.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Secrecy shrouds the mystery of the attic, but when shards of a dark truth start to emerge, Mia realises the danger is terrifyingly present. She is prepared to do anything to protect her family—but is it already too late?<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #1d2228; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What did I read? Not gonna lie. It took me a hot minute to get into the story, and I really can't figure out why. Though once it picked up I was going back and forth this person did it, nope this person did it. I can honestly say I was sort of right but sort of wrong. At 62 percent in, I thought we were done with the book until I flipped the page and realized there was much more to read. The ending, oh my goodness, sure keeps it in the family. A house was purchased without seeing the site all right, though what is uncovered in the house is more than Mia and her husband had expected. As the story continues to unfold with the house and murders, Mia and her husband have some things going on with their relationship. Overall, it is a lot to unpack; just get through the first, I would say, possibly five chapters, and then you should be good. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="TruncatedContent__text TruncatedContent__text--medium TruncatedContent__text--expanded" data-testid="contentContainer" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; max-height: none; overflow: hidden visible; text-align: start; word-break: break-word;" tabindex="-1"><div class="DetailsLayoutRightParagraph" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: grid; gap: 2%; grid-template-columns: repeat(var(--num-right-col), minmax(0, 1fr)); margin-left: calc(-1 * var(--right-col-left-offset)); padding-left: var(--right-col-left-offset);"><div class="DetailsLayoutRightParagraph__widthConstrained" style="box-sizing: border-box; grid-column: span 8;"><span class="Formatted" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9NQRs8_fWYpAYrIruYUToml-88DGVMiSvtr1ZhBD9ud34cSf9EP7H0vFvnIyytgBRjslsjyV23g_DGt6zIcgNmv9ukvEiLUMtrhDkm8RKed1FpV_0gKK48Fe-DkvrLV_BMso3YU-7_pCk8_AI0B9VP6hpGeAYG_UrOSho4WR1nizZCSd6Tq96u331" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9NQRs8_fWYpAYrIruYUToml-88DGVMiSvtr1ZhBD9ud34cSf9EP7H0vFvnIyytgBRjslsjyV23g_DGt6zIcgNmv9ukvEiLUMtrhDkm8RKed1FpV_0gKK48Fe-DkvrLV_BMso3YU-7_pCk8_AI0B9VP6hpGeAYG_UrOSho4WR1nizZCSd6Tq96u331" width="240" /></a></div>John Marrs is the author of #1 Best Sellers The One, The Good Samaritan, When You Disappeared, The Vacation, Her Last Move, The Passengers, The Minders and What Lies Between Us. Keep It In The Family and The Marriage Act are released soon.<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />What Lies won the International Thriller Writers' Best Paperback of 2021 award.<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />The One has been translated into 30 different languages and is to be turned into an eight-part Netflix series starting in autumn 2020.<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />After working as a journalist for 25-years interviewing celebrities from the world of television, film and music for national newspapers and magazines, he is now a full-time writer.</span></div><div class="DetailsLayoutRightParagraph__widthConstrained" style="box-sizing: border-box; grid-column: span 8;"><span class="Formatted" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/s500/3.png" style="clear: right; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/w200-h200/3.png" width="200" /></a><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />Follow him on Twitter @johnmarrs1 Facebook: @johnmarrsauthor Instagram: @johnmarrs.author website: johnmarrsauthor.co.uk</span></div><div><span class="Formatted" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-63972279331997725362024-03-10T08:59:00.001-05:002024-03-10T08:59:22.185-05:00Library Book: Revenant Lords of Deliverance #6 Larissa Ione maybe book 12 I don't even know<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaF1I8qKUJNjblmXwYx4UQPx7eDnJGNcpL5fc5klTlFAvt8q2RCvOVqmKaa6uIPvS-70zZZdYxp8vf0KPrMjpr8YwCroaPzZJn0-NA6I6fVX3VBXb0quo6jnj_eCSa4HN1OQ9lC6Hjg5p-5YvEeHdJK0Owc4ganxcZLBbHScmC6L8fWu0UkpMZ3wLp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="296" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiaF1I8qKUJNjblmXwYx4UQPx7eDnJGNcpL5fc5klTlFAvt8q2RCvOVqmKaa6uIPvS-70zZZdYxp8vf0KPrMjpr8YwCroaPzZJn0-NA6I6fVX3VBXb0quo6jnj_eCSa4HN1OQ9lC6Hjg5p-5YvEeHdJK0Owc4ganxcZLBbHScmC6L8fWu0UkpMZ3wLp" width="150" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Grand Central Publishing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 12/16/2014</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 286</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: adult/paranormal/romance/supernatural</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Revenant-Demonica-Book-Larissa-Ione-ebook/dp/B00JJ3215Q/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3EJI7X9MFNKAZ&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.XEGr7kXWavPI0GCOCDTLLOAumS4vJDOJqxssfnyyksmikI42srzb0l9KkKg2M78NZ2ZBbQyKHDy2oZVgIkacPiVfNOssIJ7IsDte_cG-UzUFaeJAD-7SWAAsr5eoVD4u.i2dPx7bmA273vSjuLtkYi_4SFtD1727tePk1O-Sx4bo&dib_tag=se&keywords=revenant+larissa+ione&qid=1709898004&sprefix=revenant+larissa%2Caps%2C114&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21857343-revenant" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">HELL HATH NO FURY . . .</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">For five thousand years, Revenant believed he was alone in the world, a fallen angel beyond any redemption. Now he finds he has a twin brother who had all the light and love Revenant was denied. Caught in a tug of war between Heaven and Hell, he must weigh his thirst for revenge against his desire for a mysterious female named Blaspheme—a female whose very origins could deliver him into salvation . . . or destruction.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">LIKE AN ANGEL SCORNED</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Blaspheme has a deadly secret: she's the forbidden offspring of an angel and a fallen angel. Hunted by both heavenly and satanic forces, she has survived only by laying low and trusting no one. When Revenant claims he can save them both, how can she possibly believe him? But the powerful angel is persistence incarnate and for Blaspheme, there's no place she can hide in Heaven or Hell where he won't find her . .<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Revenant twin brother who hasn't had it easy. Born and raised in Shoul, memories erased, memories returned. Where does he stand? You already know what is going to happen when he finds a female that he just can't leave alone. However, the female he wants has secrets of her own. The two are intertwined by the choices one has made many years ago. Multiple things are going on here. We have Blas, who is trying to stay alive and change her appearance while trying not to fall in love with Revenant. Revenant is trying to find out who he truly is because as much as he wants to be his big, bad fallen angel, he just can't be right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love, loss, fighting, and survival are all mixed into this and make an amazing story to jump right on in and read. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiS6C3q3mChWNfpmd8u-HEctWjWgtFPtPVALY-JuUb-HfKAr7dpWafLyV_hYSc2wdv1l4TuFA3I-QUStbPoIsdi0rAfut3hYJ1MiHZ0Yek0q30cLD1AASgHHStsIky0CL3umg1jArfyWShwEM0xgvuwlnREjsNGUgg08dwfF0vwZ8FnHLoKxJlHYbC7" style="background-color: white; clear: right; display: inline !important; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiS6C3q3mChWNfpmd8u-HEctWjWgtFPtPVALY-JuUb-HfKAr7dpWafLyV_hYSc2wdv1l4TuFA3I-QUStbPoIsdi0rAfut3hYJ1MiHZ0Yek0q30cLD1AASgHHStsIky0CL3umg1jArfyWShwEM0xgvuwlnREjsNGUgg08dwfF0vwZ8FnHLoKxJlHYbC7" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"><br />Air Force veteran Larissa Ione traded in a career in meteorology to pursue her passion of writing. She has since published dozens of books, hit several bestseller lists, including the New York Times and USA Today, and has been nominated for a RITA award. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her retired U.S. Coast Guard husband, her son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhounds, a King Shepherd named Hexe and a Belgian Malinois named Duvel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-18153434951304321822024-03-07T05:47:00.002-06:002024-03-07T05:47:18.119-06:00Library book: Together We Rot by Skyla Arndt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpFIIdGFDOiWiOOxkT11n5xuDuP4k3LGT_2DITqkDLJT0zioCaXaRfZ4s-7N5NhyR-baMoULTVZ3eqtqdUFva6_GEhYFtxfVqW1nzOhbrWbSa7abG_PLo34g_B11pE5Y-6jqTTuuEAtDXC84iCb5J3yCvUo5qeFF3l3KHUuaFy8KuViJI4hgC0mRiM" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1694" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgpFIIdGFDOiWiOOxkT11n5xuDuP4k3LGT_2DITqkDLJT0zioCaXaRfZ4s-7N5NhyR-baMoULTVZ3eqtqdUFva6_GEhYFtxfVqW1nzOhbrWbSa7abG_PLo34g_B11pE5Y-6jqTTuuEAtDXC84iCb5J3yCvUo5qeFF3l3KHUuaFy8KuViJI4hgC0mRiM" width="159" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Viking Books for Young Readers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 8/29/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 270</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: paranormal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Together-We-Rot-Skyla-Arndt-ebook/dp/B0BNMBZDLR/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3DDMCG6ZQY5RW&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.EozbnAQFKBuoLyTPSXNfTpRfwzBDNCiJZbnFDJ8JYh6ZBP48GC8tWbCRIoqm8LJSK0YsOetz8I0vytyGLQhN1-3L4ccgnd8Osmcu-EYvQIjP7laFpHkO2jTwYlVDDqsxzqXOCidHhn8PNihjpjvLWY7_uwj_kTxgDNHuYYFlBhi38hozIuUeEYt7g0IRWLihA0RYStmF1l8Ix9-Hwc7U1HmJtZf5fYifyZTN-bEuORQ.2V9QRRd0HUS_OXa_TSSzCUmfXVTYW-YrSu-7GPW-M_M&dib_tag=se&keywords=together+we+rot&qid=1709810090&sprefix=together+we+%2Caps%2C132&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58979118-together-we-rot" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Wil Greene’s mom has been missing for over a year, and the police are ready to call the case closed—they claim she skipped town and you can’t find a woman who wants to disappear. But she knows her mom wouldn’t just leave…and she knows the family of her former best friend, Elwood Clarke, has something to do with it.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Elwood has been counting down the days until his 18th birthday—in dread. It marks leaving school and joining his pastor father in dedicating his life to their congregation, the Garden of Adam. But when he comes home after one night of after a final goodbye with his friends, already self-flagellating for the sins of drinking and disobeying his father, he discovers his path is not as virtuous as he thought. He’s not his father’s successor, but his sacrifice. For the woods he’s grown up with are thirsty, and must be paid in blood.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Now on the run from a family that wants him dead, he turns to the only one who will believe him: Wil. Together, they form a reluctant partnership; she’ll help him hide if he helps her find evidence that his family killed her mother. But in the end they dig up more secrets than they bargained for, unraveling decades of dark cult dealings in their town, led by the Clarke family.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">And there’s a reason they need Elwood’s blood for their satanic rituals. Something inhuman is growing inside of him. Everywhere he goes, the plants come alive and the forest calls to him, and Wil isn’t sure if she can save the boy she can’t help but love.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Teens will like this book; it is clean, and there is nothing graphic or too mature for them. What do you do when you find out your family will use you as a sacrifice because that is what you were made for? Elwood finds that out, but what happens if he embraces it instead of fighting it? Could this change the course of events for the better? Wil knows Elwood's family has had something to do with her mother disappearing, but to what extent, she isn't too sure. When Wil starts investigating even more, and with her friend's help, they uncover something more sinister than they thought. There is a window to stop Elwood's family, but will they stop them in time? A story of friendship, loss, understanding, and possibly love? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This isn't your normal sorta read; it was enjoyable, but it just wasn't really for me. I did want some more backstory as to why this town, why did they exactly have to feed the forest? I like in-depth backstories that give a little more insight. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2a6G74U3Jg/U08xtWdwiGI/AAAAAAAACUc/VxwOEiF8yjIUD6UJVFF_zFqgPDzP5YYZQCPcB/s1600/3.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="119" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e2a6G74U3Jg/U08xtWdwiGI/AAAAAAAACUc/VxwOEiF8yjIUD6UJVFF_zFqgPDzP5YYZQCPcB/w200-h119/3.png" width="200" /></a></div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghPJBBFOhMrfTTtLbvgV5vpvsSAXR0omKP-gDcavmDgIoElqUZnKI71ItBKB1R38FE4llL_FpBYwULdYTbN2UWZFgcIOL8Bnuyrpvl_Aj3i38SBCHw5018Rk9vFXVB5_Enluq2H3-1tgyZ8sFx9g0Ecw9CdElRFAV8iEoDzPp2P-YmU0IT7ZzLVc9Y" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEghPJBBFOhMrfTTtLbvgV5vpvsSAXR0omKP-gDcavmDgIoElqUZnKI71ItBKB1R38FE4llL_FpBYwULdYTbN2UWZFgcIOL8Bnuyrpvl_Aj3i38SBCHw5018Rk9vFXVB5_Enluq2H3-1tgyZ8sFx9g0Ecw9CdElRFAV8iEoDzPp2P-YmU0IT7ZzLVc9Y" width="240" /></a></div><br />Skyla Arndt has always loved the creepy, crawly side of life. When she was younger, she thought that love might translate to hunting Bigfoot, but luckily for him, writing proved easier.</span><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/s500/3.png" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/w200-h200/3.png" width="200" /></a><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">You can connect with her on Instagram or Twitter at @arndtskyla. (Howling at the moon works, too.)</span></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-26382187575029423142024-02-27T09:33:00.012-06:002024-02-27T09:33:00.141-06:00NetGalley: A Haunting in the Arctic by C. J. Cooke<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwhUMIrrpH2YhRdXTmqnEhvodvxOfdYdnUpd9djKGFr_x8bZ4VCJDCIQV0tnMjqscZr7ab8a_AUWstSb8bUyvt8dwUmIr43pXw8yjLLemy-BGEFkkuu1qPlzW7D3YftbjOByJGb2sD7Z1obckW19Y9FEJHiE62VqLkl1Ck4JN6sOGEzWlCTSQTAiCU" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="393" data-original-width="255" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiwhUMIrrpH2YhRdXTmqnEhvodvxOfdYdnUpd9djKGFr_x8bZ4VCJDCIQV0tnMjqscZr7ab8a_AUWstSb8bUyvt8dwUmIr43pXw8yjLLemy-BGEFkkuu1qPlzW7D3YftbjOByJGb2sD7Z1obckW19Y9FEJHiE62VqLkl1Ck4JN6sOGEzWlCTSQTAiCU" width="156" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Berkley Publishing Group</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 2/27/2024</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 352</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Mystery/Horror/Paranormal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: NetGalley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Haunting-Arctic-C-J-Cooke-ebook/dp/B0C6HLCMJ3/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1NAOH90FZ2IRF&keywords=haunting+in+the+arctic&qid=1700839648&sprefix=haunting+in+the+a%2Caps%2C119&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With land still weeks away, it’s just her, the freezing ocean, and the crew – and they’re all owed something only she can give them...</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Now, over one hundred years later, the wreck of the Ormen has washed up on the forbidding, remote coast of Iceland. It’s scheduled to be destroyed, but explorer Dominique feels an inexplicable pull to document its last days, even though those who have ventured onto the wreck before her have met uncanny ends.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Onboard the boat, Dominique will uncover a dark past riddled with lies, cruelty, and murder—and her discovery will change everything. Because she’ll soon realize she’s not alone. Something has walked the floors of the Ormen for almost a century. Something that craves revenge.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/s1600/ARC+Review.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1370" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/w171-h200/ARC+Review.png" width="171" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/s1600/Netgalley+image.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/w200-h197/Netgalley+image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">“I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.”</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did not see the twist coming at the end. I knew something was off, but for it to be that, I was like, wow!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The story is told in multiple POVs, so make sure you are paying attention. Nicky 1901 aboard a whaling ship called the Ormen, though it is not all fun and haha. What happened to Nicky? And we get the accounts? It just breaks your heart. To be honest, I probably would have either jumped overboard and given myself to the sea or silently killed every man on board. I do wonder if what happened to Nicky's leg was really happening or if it had something to do with her brain because of the trauma. I was just truly curious. When we got the answers to how she ended up on the ship, I was devasted for her because the people you trust shouldn't have done that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Fast forward to the present day, we are introduced to Dominique, who wants to explore The Ormen before it is put to rest in the dark sea. At first, while she is exploring, she sees things that would happen in this sort of weather. Sunlight only comes out for a few hours if that, and snow and ice every day, you start seeing things. Until she realizes she truly isn't alone, we are introduced to three other people, and that is when our story gets juicy. They are exploring, too, but something seems off with them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nothing is what it seems with this ship. It has horrors for a reason, and the only person who may have answers is the one who started it all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwphW1Bh6hutW3HG_IG6ZMJDOevaO-1Di7OPIpJ3xpJEHtBwxxZLepqw7WUXWNAhNHBRnP3QKoiU58fimiZX_JWrSGcvGx4SlS7tKKdD-NKzWe0BZEn3MzsE5XPCzwUwzkq4xLIBBdzImAXvOF-Qv-mUAKKt2f3ibRE-IDrVLbT6fRLIqRiZgWUj_Z" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjwphW1Bh6hutW3HG_IG6ZMJDOevaO-1Di7OPIpJ3xpJEHtBwxxZLepqw7WUXWNAhNHBRnP3QKoiU58fimiZX_JWrSGcvGx4SlS7tKKdD-NKzWe0BZEn3MzsE5XPCzwUwzkq4xLIBBdzImAXvOF-Qv-mUAKKt2f3ibRE-IDrVLbT6fRLIqRiZgWUj_Z" width="240" /></a></div><br />C. J. Cooke is an award-winning poet and novelist published in twenty-three languages. She teaches creative writing at the University of Glasgow, where she also researches the impact of motherhood on women's writing and creative writing interventions for mental health.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-73219982524608287592024-02-25T16:45:00.000-06:002024-02-25T16:45:37.590-06:00Library book: 1001 Dark Nights Azagoth by Larissa Ione<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhibxsbXT5N7UAmoUMq47TYLnpBg_cICfri1PIje1SGw6kxIWGVYBEj0Lv4JkF5fwLT9DxEvIDADMo1WrbKR30JoW7Byo9FiHY5PA_GPSYke7uOGYBSW-lXE_pR1qEV_YKfu3dEXSM-ZF--lz---00hPpr60ysCU3QkgS6svcqziwCYVgJUEYm9xqRg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="317" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhibxsbXT5N7UAmoUMq47TYLnpBg_cICfri1PIje1SGw6kxIWGVYBEj0Lv4JkF5fwLT9DxEvIDADMo1WrbKR30JoW7Byo9FiHY5PA_GPSYke7uOGYBSW-lXE_pR1qEV_YKfu3dEXSM-ZF--lz---00hPpr60ysCU3QkgS6svcqziwCYVgJUEYm9xqRg" width="160" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: June 10, 2014</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 165</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Paranormal, Romance, Adult</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Azagoth-Demonica-Underworld-Novella-Nights-ebook/dp/B00H4JG5PO/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1NCCRRNANFKTB&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.4dZud3JSGcddREU1iCitknVE1E5l-xqhrK0rzTm44Jx-o7T5i0Ft2S0HTFN44jVRKtS0RU6zzhBxvXHDsmio3BlfMxgCvZ2D65lKipWa9_lEk6wXln10In2QECFzTPjx4pWg-DrXuFN9ujlsuGioua6g7jqZls8Wh2RlzQpp0LAv438-2s8kX9BC7LFvDhJDuufrAqHP9gV4CjWkU2xQUU7sE6OQAZmALtj8c2DZylw.P0Q41aXvt3dZhBilBpr0Aci-GmiWMNU0Vsht97fQzaI&dib_tag=se&keywords=azagoth&qid=1708900981&sprefix=azagoth%2Caps%2C276&sr=8-1#detailBullets_feature_div" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He commands the respect of the most dangerous of demons and the most powerful of angels. He can seduce and dominate any female he wants with a mere look. But for all Azagoth’s power, he’s bound by shackles of his own making, and only an angel with a secret holds the key to his release.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">She’s an angel with the extraordinary ability to travel through time and space. An angel with a tormented past she can’t escape. And when Lilliana is sent to Azagoth’s underworld realm, she finds that her past isn’t all she can’t escape. For the irresistibly sexy fallen angel known as Azagoth is also known as the Grim Reaper, and when he claims a soul, it’s forever…<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Azagoth, the Grim Reaper, we all expect them to have no heart in this demon life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you can predict, Ione has done it where even the evil have fallen in love and ended up having a soft spot. I love how she has brought two different worlds together and smashed them up to make a fantastic world!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When Lillian comes to be with the Grim Reaper (with a plan in place for something), more goes on than meets the eye! You can already guess where this will go, so you won't be disappointed! Dive into the next book in this series ASAP. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/w200-h120/5.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirmXRcnz2fXSMmx5W7GRV43olwwjidC9sV60EK0xlfDicAUBV5Hyob0V2x1EnLGWjAfTs14OkSZQwX4TpOs2LMFiqaBCKJPi09SwHtrj0qdspnAax42u4xumZMMJXzpjHuaQ--dAyPMGjkFSNJTUL3qsaEzPUdS11fSg273r5rgYHHXwZfCXV9oNME" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="266" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEirmXRcnz2fXSMmx5W7GRV43olwwjidC9sV60EK0xlfDicAUBV5Hyob0V2x1EnLGWjAfTs14OkSZQwX4TpOs2LMFiqaBCKJPi09SwHtrj0qdspnAax42u4xumZMMJXzpjHuaQ--dAyPMGjkFSNJTUL3qsaEzPUdS11fSg273r5rgYHHXwZfCXV9oNME" width="180" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Air Force veteran Larissa Ione traded in a career in meteorology to pursue her passion of writing. She has since published dozens of books, hit several bestseller lists, including the New York Times and USA Today, and has been nominated for a RITA award. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her retired U.S. Coast Guard husband, her son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhounds, a King Shepherd named Hexe and a Belgian Malinois named Duvel.</span></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-6782550314275385132024-02-20T09:41:00.004-06:002024-02-20T09:41:00.132-06:00NetGalley: The Boy Who Cried Bear #2 A Haven's Rock Novel by Kelley Armstrong <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigp3wecV9uJ_BwznImqcw9N3EBxyLSgrSXsk9KPs5qBsMLSjUwXPS_JBxQTv2vGQ5LedKB9bbkL4cj7lxJYh1Kusi31T4MocvGeLCzvOcTHvBjtbmcQKBRp7NwZTIIxzje_YM4O9yDLXtSYYaRTlRxpcVPpI-zBX8WC7VGgaa0tegqJabQzT3YgcQT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="499" data-original-width="329" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigp3wecV9uJ_BwznImqcw9N3EBxyLSgrSXsk9KPs5qBsMLSjUwXPS_JBxQTv2vGQ5LedKB9bbkL4cj7lxJYh1Kusi31T4MocvGeLCzvOcTHvBjtbmcQKBRp7NwZTIIxzje_YM4O9yDLXtSYYaRTlRxpcVPpI-zBX8WC7VGgaa0tegqJabQzT3YgcQT" width="158" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Minotaur Books</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 2/20/2024</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 352</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Mystery/Thriller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: NetGalley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Boy-Who-Cried-Bear-Havens-ebook/dp/B0C1X77GLZ/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1VO2EWCCWMR6M&keywords=the+boy+who+cried+bear&qid=1703691944&sprefix=the+boy+who+cried+bear%2Caps%2C173&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And it's supposed to be, being that it's a refuge for those who need to disappear. Detective Casey Duncan and her husband, Sheriff Eric Dalton, already feel at home in their new town, which reminds them of where they first met in Rockton. And while they know how to navigate the woods and its various dangers, other residents don't. Which is why people aren't allowed to wander off alone.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">When Max, the town's youngest resident—taught to track animals by Eric—fears a bear is stalking a hiking party, alarms are raised. Even stranger, the ten-year-old swears the bear had human eyes. Casey and Eric know the dangers a bear can present, so they're taking it seriously. But odd occurrences are happening all around them, and when a dead body turns up, they're not sure what they're up against.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/s1600/ARC+Review.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1370" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/w171-h200/ARC+Review.png" width="171" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/s1600/Netgalley+image.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/w200-h197/Netgalley+image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>"I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">This is book two in this series. When I requested it from NetGalley, I did not realize it was book two. As I started reading it, I felt I knew the characters that I had heard of them before. I learned they are the same characters as another part of this series that I had started reading on Kindle Unlimited. Did I miss a lot and have no clue what is going on? Not at all. I had questions about why Casey and Eric moved to Haven's Rock and what happened in Rockton to make them move. Haven's Rock is still a place where people live to escape from something they are hiding. There should never be any children, or that is what I gathered because Rockton had none. So when the youngest person living in Haven's Rock goes missing, it all starts with him seeing a bear with human eyes. All hands are on deck, and some people seem to want things to stay buried, especially things from their past. There are two groups within Haven's Rock: the miners and the residents. We see how the two groups try to avoid each other, though it seems it can not be avoided this time. I need to read book one and the rest of the books in the Rockton series because I want to know what has been happening with these characters. I do hope that Casey and Eric get the ending they want in their life because it seems they have been through some things. The pace of the story was great, and so were the characters.</span></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjruHhvi24Jac3oe8OMeQin3YLXe1eNKyFGmfMsyOtjgDTXhKt0S2h_8jZJh3yUkE5b6SZ4F7nPc5bW9M-0LPesO_ZqyEIve5_m0SJCQyZDd6BTWBs2qgbPcnfBT7z36dsi4mUz8h3tMvAgB3jTvox3pwa18dCPTE4vIpHGPGafXADc6-6-lQtL0zPB" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="933" data-original-width="667" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjruHhvi24Jac3oe8OMeQin3YLXe1eNKyFGmfMsyOtjgDTXhKt0S2h_8jZJh3yUkE5b6SZ4F7nPc5bW9M-0LPesO_ZqyEIve5_m0SJCQyZDd6BTWBs2qgbPcnfBT7z36dsi4mUz8h3tMvAgB3jTvox3pwa18dCPTE4vIpHGPGafXADc6-6-lQtL0zPB" width="172" /></a></div><br />Kelley Armstrong has been telling stories since before she could write. Her earliest written efforts were disastrous. If asked for a story about girls and dolls, hers would invariably feature undead girls and evil dolls, much to her teachers' dismay. All efforts to make her produce "normal" stories failed.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Today, she continues to spin tales of ghosts and demons and werewolves, while safely locked away in her basement writing dungeon. She's the author of the NYT-bestselling "Women of the Otherworld" paranormal suspense series and "Darkest Powers" young adult urban fantasy trilogy, as well as the Nadia Stafford crime series. Armstrong lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, kids and far too many pets.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-52334038977763389872024-02-20T07:28:00.060-06:002024-02-20T07:28:00.139-06:00NetGalley: Island Witch by Amanda Jayatissa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigmXjbMMK0jZb5mA_iCO4y9X4KJUSdWbPWSCCEENth2hyEp2ycHmArivaBfkN0TPYu31ieXxtTlJL0D5608Fx234t7Z4qlzctadxtx0BgnxH3GMPKBA2f-D1rkTD2m254FBwXHjU67fIb68cebuwE9shE3nTDRQs5lsi8ghSr-ykZn4GCB3xndfbMT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2775" data-original-width="1838" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigmXjbMMK0jZb5mA_iCO4y9X4KJUSdWbPWSCCEENth2hyEp2ycHmArivaBfkN0TPYu31ieXxtTlJL0D5608Fx234t7Z4qlzctadxtx0BgnxH3GMPKBA2f-D1rkTD2m254FBwXHjU67fIb68cebuwE9shE3nTDRQs5lsi8ghSr-ykZn4GCB3xndfbMT" width="159" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Berkley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 2/20/2024</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 400</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: horror/gothic</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: NetGalley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Island-Witch-Amanda-Jayatissa-ebook/dp/B0C5V7X4WC/ref=sr_1_2?crid=22EHOY0ZS3W5P&keywords=Island+Witch+by+Amanda+Jayatissa&qid=1703683595&sprefix=island+witch+by+amanda+jayatissa%2Caps%2C153&sr=8-2" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/157979441-island-witch?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=6jCODQz5LW&rank=1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Inspired by Sri Lankan folklore, award-winning author Amanda Jayatissa turns her feverish, Gothic-tinged talents to late 19th century Sri Lanka where the daughter of a traditional demon-priest—relentlessly bullied by peers and accused of witchcraft herself—tries to solve the mysterious attacks that have been terrorizing her coastal village.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Being the daughter of the village Capuwa, or demon-priest, Amara is used to keeping mostly to herself. Influenced by the new religious practices brought in by the British Colonizers, the villagers who once respected her father’s craft have turned on the family. Yet, they all still seem to call on him whenever supernatural disturbances arise.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Now someone—or something —is viciously seizing upon men in the jungle. But instead of enlisting Amara’s father’s help, the villages have accused him of carrying out the attacks himself.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">As she tries to clear her father’s name, Amara finds herself haunted by dreams that eerily predict the dark forces on her island. And she can’t shake the feeling that it’s all connected to the night she was recovering from a strange illness, and woke up, scared and confused, to hear her mother’s frantic No one can find out what happened.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Lush, otherworldly, and recalling horror classics like Carrie and The Exorcist , Island Witch is a deliciously creepy and darkly feminist tale about the horrors of moral panic, the violent space between girlhood and adulthood, and what happens when female rage is finally unleashed.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/s1600/ARC+Review.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1370" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/w171-h200/ARC+Review.png" width="171" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/s1600/Netgalley+image.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/w200-h197/Netgalley+image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>“I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. 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I loved this take on an old folklore. I love it when authors do this because we are getting to listen to a story that not a lot of people get to hear. I know it sounds corny, and I am cool with that. Amara, the daughter of a demon priest, knows to keep to herself and learn from her father. That is until things start becoming weird and unexplained. The men are starting to get attacked, and normally, they would turn to Amara's father for help. Instead, they turn on him, which isn't good in this small village where you rely on one another to help each other out. Amara sets out to help clear her father's name, but there is something that even Amara may not be able to find the answers to. It all makes sense once she starts piecing together everything from the dreams to the forest to the men missing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was a bit upset with her mother, though not going to lie; I didn't like how she treated Amara, even if she suspected anything weird. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The darkness surrounding this town and the forest was great. The book started slowly, but I felt it picked up pace as we dug deeper into the story. The ending I enjoyed! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-47886964547258031292024-02-18T10:48:00.009-06:002024-02-18T10:48:57.382-06:00PaperBack: How to Disappear by Sharon Huss Roat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5XvR3z9TWwNCjm2-aM3Jd9H58pHMQIHwOnL6W1uuhvC7GzjvAFzV4TnLWhRUGiL_Ktlfq7bs7MU6-PCcAcPRPgKbpP1lDxLjBRq_de2yfLbIEv15lqhVSi8SwW7mb6sL_6u-gOTeYJBw49VRjMBDGvbnF2DXx-_qaflbR1KFIs-610JbBa5OgpUAr" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1059" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj5XvR3z9TWwNCjm2-aM3Jd9H58pHMQIHwOnL6W1uuhvC7GzjvAFzV4TnLWhRUGiL_Ktlfq7bs7MU6-PCcAcPRPgKbpP1lDxLjBRq_de2yfLbIEv15lqhVSi8SwW7mb6sL_6u-gOTeYJBw49VRjMBDGvbnF2DXx-_qaflbR1KFIs-610JbBa5OgpUAr" width="159" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: HarperTeen</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 5/7/2019</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 384</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Realistic Ficiton</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: personal book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/How-Disappear-Sharon-Huss-Roat/dp/0062291769/ref=sr_1_1?crid=DKNS16P5U48M&keywords=how+to+disappear+sharon&qid=1707826248&sprefix=how+to+disappear+sharo%2Caps%2C246&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30239341-how-to-disappear?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=OVRyQVLo4L&rank=2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Vicky Decker has perfected the art of hiding in plain sight, quietly navigating the halls of her high school undetected except by her best (and only) friend, Jenna. But when Jenna moves away, Vicky’s isolation becomes unbearable.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">So she decides to invent a social life by Photoshopping herself into other people’s pictures, posting them on Instagram under the screen name Vicurious. Instantly, she begins to get followers, so she adds herself to more photos from all over the world with all types of people. And as Vicurious’s online followers multiply, Vicky realizes she can make a whole life for herself without ever leaving her bedroom. But the more followers she finds online, the clearer it becomes that there are a lot of people out there who feel like her— #alone and #ignored in real life.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">To help them, and herself, Vicky must find the courage to face her fear of being “seen,” because only then can she stop living vicariously and truly bring the magic of Vicurious to life.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was very interesting, and nowadays, teens can relate to wanting to create another persona to escape the real world. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Vicky created a person who reached out to those who needed to be seen and asked for it. I loved how people could relate to Vicky. She just didn't expect it to go the way it did. The storyline was enough to pull you in and see what was going through Vicky's head, the book was clean and I am hoping to put this book in the library. While battling her social anxiety, we see how much Vicky helps others and how much she grows as an individual. This book was uplifting. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Will Vicky's secret life come out, and will it affect the friendship of those who find out? You have to dive in and find out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZtHyB5lsKVRc5ZeJbw8_b011e4_9QbH-JxFVYb8rawlHHYm2EhAbvlLheXVuKam1kyzhCHfNSobQ19ih2zegdi87xERKoi5vrrZgne_ya503vebmJje5quJA3uvEO5s7Hf7Rxoswis-tC4znHp50BLUdddegFiauVN2Q0x-HhZkkYy5TF0Moh-32C" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgZtHyB5lsKVRc5ZeJbw8_b011e4_9QbH-JxFVYb8rawlHHYm2EhAbvlLheXVuKam1kyzhCHfNSobQ19ih2zegdi87xERKoi5vrrZgne_ya503vebmJje5quJA3uvEO5s7Hf7Rxoswis-tC4znHp50BLUdddegFiauVN2Q0x-HhZkkYy5TF0Moh-32C" width="240" /></a></div><br />Sharon Huss Roat grew up in Lancaster County, Pa., and now lives in Delaware with her two children. She is the author of HarperTeen novels BETWEEN THE NOTES (June 2015) and HOW TO DISAPPEAR (August 2017).</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> </span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/s500/3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/w200-h200/3.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Visit her online at </span><a href="http://www.sharonroat.com/" rel="noopener nofollow" style="background-color: white; color: #00635d; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">www.sharonroat.com</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">, on Twitter @sharonwrote, or Instagram @sharonhussroat.</span></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-54978975977258078272024-02-12T05:32:00.002-06:002024-02-12T05:32:23.719-06:00Kindle Unlimited: Those Empty Eyes by Charlie Donlea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEG7_AWOXl74n_UBCbhRc4pvYQ1sHCOvlQe11YRI5aS0Xztd969ovARr0wJvnY7lLsIQbG8awWoG_k8fZKYI5AE8w4gEDYq9Sz22VMrZlgbhDfk3OHHeeProbhcAvif3WIE15NF9QYYeL5ZhMql24NOVaJok4m6XlStuzN11qvV_vOX73P8TZBnQpd" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2746" data-original-width="1831" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiEG7_AWOXl74n_UBCbhRc4pvYQ1sHCOvlQe11YRI5aS0Xztd969ovARr0wJvnY7lLsIQbG8awWoG_k8fZKYI5AE8w4gEDYq9Sz22VMrZlgbhDfk3OHHeeProbhcAvif3WIE15NF9QYYeL5ZhMql24NOVaJok4m6XlStuzN11qvV_vOX73P8TZBnQpd" width="160" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Kensington Books</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 3/28/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 370</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Crime/Thriller/Mystery</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: Kindle Unlimited</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Those-Empty-Eyes-Charlie-Donlea-ebook/dp/B0B6DDGV89/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2WG1W2VO14IV2&keywords=those+empty+eyes+charlie+donlea&qid=1707735949&sprefix=those+e%2Caps%2C303&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/62984900-those-empty-eyes?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=tGyVFxYCfR&rank=1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Alex Armstrong has changed everything about herself—her name, her appearance, her backstory. She’s no longer the terrified teenager a rapt audience saw on television, emerging in handcuffs from the quiet suburban home the night her family was massacred. That girl, Alexandra Quinlan, nicknamed Empty Eyes by the media, was accused of the killings, fought to clear her name, and later took the stand during her highly publicized defamation lawsuit that captured the attention of the nation.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">It’s been ten years since, and Alex hasn’t stopped searching for answers about the night her family was killed, even as she continues to hide her real identity from true crime fanatics and grasping reporters still desperate to locate her. As a legal investigator, she works tirelessly to secure justice for others, too. People like Matthew Claymore, who’s under suspicion in the disappearance of his girlfriend, a student journalist named Laura McAllister.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Laura was about to break a major story about rape and cover-ups on her college campus. Alex believes Matthew is innocent, and unearths stunning revelations about the university’s faculty, fraternity members, and powerful parents willing to do anything to protect their children.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Most shocking of all—as Alex digs into Laura’s disappearance, she realizes there are unexpected connections to the murder of her own family. For as different as the crimes may seem, they each hinge on one sinister truth: no one is quite who they seem to be . .<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This book popped up in my search for books to read, and I was glad it did. We are introduced to Alex, who sadly was a victim of her parents and brother's death. She was accused, but later, it was proved she did not do it. Everything should be good now, right? Well, everything is not like it seems. Alex is determined to find her family's killer, and I was not expecting what she uncovers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, there were some things I had to stop and rethink, and sure enough, it reminded me of the Epstein case. Which was crazy. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alex has moved on with her life and, 10 years later, works for the law firm that helped her when her parents died. Her job is to find what the law firm clients hide; sometimes, it isn't always good. She doesn't get out and mingle even though she probably should. Her time is spent trying to find the killer who killed her family. She hasn't let that go, and I don't blame her. She wants answers. However, what she uncovers is something more than she ever expected! Sometimes, those close to you are hiding something. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Things from the past play a part in the now, and I am here for it. I liked how we went back and forth between then and now; if it is done correctly, it makes you want to read more. I so did not expect the twist that showed up towards the end. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/w200-h120/5.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5qwY_18LhYehCORW-8xjS2AiHa0jPaRYPyHG1rL0PsFMcbdY-_Ct7jnX4pSzy7MnvJHFbqURSf-wwlMQXJurgzcsyqCbqNlp69DmWfiEE3B_zFaTusgJLTkRKtWOZjdhCgM4XunYMCdRplgi4oxDb2DDHE_uzTv3RycbCt8ohtCFjJin-BtqysSk6" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg5qwY_18LhYehCORW-8xjS2AiHa0jPaRYPyHG1rL0PsFMcbdY-_Ct7jnX4pSzy7MnvJHFbqURSf-wwlMQXJurgzcsyqCbqNlp69DmWfiEE3B_zFaTusgJLTkRKtWOZjdhCgM4XunYMCdRplgi4oxDb2DDHE_uzTv3RycbCt8ohtCFjJin-BtqysSk6" width="240" /></a></div><br />Charlie Donlea is the USA TODAY and #1 Internationally bestselling author of SUMMIT LAKE, THE GIRL WHO WAS TAKEN, DON'T BELIEVE IT, SOME CHOOSE DARKNESS, THE SUICIDE HOUSE, TWENTY YEARS LATER, and THOSE EMPTY EYES. His eighth thriller, LONG TIME GONE, explores the science of forensic genealogy and will be released in June 2024.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">His books have been translated into twenty languages across nearly forty countries. He resides in Chicago with his wife and two children.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">He spends a part of each year fishing with his father in the far reaches of Canada, where the roads end and lakes are accessible only by floatplane. These majestic trips to “God’s Country” inspired the setting for his first novel, Summit Lake.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-12355683363383797422024-02-11T11:22:00.005-06:002024-02-11T11:22:52.834-06:00Library book: The Beautiful and the Wild by Peggy Townsen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOtpoRy9Q8bRYb7z56XRjxin3ZuHb85fzKPcGeDT1ufcJTenWj9HI-JQmkJlrnQGu4eYBqWIPGNNY6Y19H11ZQNJM3wILsQKAf0Mt3I_C9-FRZCAgXKQw6y5d3HfUbXirMD_xchgnLe9pPLc4pbVkuRF_chcQcz9y_vvSClYsGYaFaJD3dm4DfEDql" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="331" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgOtpoRy9Q8bRYb7z56XRjxin3ZuHb85fzKPcGeDT1ufcJTenWj9HI-JQmkJlrnQGu4eYBqWIPGNNY6Y19H11ZQNJM3wILsQKAf0Mt3I_C9-FRZCAgXKQw6y5d3HfUbXirMD_xchgnLe9pPLc4pbVkuRF_chcQcz9y_vvSClYsGYaFaJD3dm4DfEDql" width="159" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Berkley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 11/7/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 281</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Thriller, Mystery</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: Library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Beautiful-Wild-Peggy-Townsend-ebook/dp/B0BV62X4BD/ref=sr_1_1?crid=BY9KZSOORI1A&keywords=the+beautiful+and+the+wild&qid=1707670401&sprefix=the+beautiful+and+the+wil%2Caps%2C277&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/125080932-the-beautiful-and-the-wild" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">The dangers of Alaska aren't limited to storms, starvation, and grizzly bears. Sometimes the most dangerous thing is the person you love.</span><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">It’s summer in Alaska and the light surrounding the shipping-container-turned-storage shed where Liv Russo is being held prisoner is fuzzy and gray. Around her is thick forest and jagged mountains. In front of her, across a clearing, is a low-slung cabin with a single window that spills a wash of yellow light onto bare ground. Illuminated in that light is the father of her child, a man she once loved. A man who is now her jailor. Liv vows to do anything to escape. Carrying her own secrets and a fierce need to protect her young son, Liv must navigate a new world where extreme weather, starvation, and dangerous wildlife are not the only threats she faces. With winter's arrival imminent, she knows she must reckon with her past and the choices that brought her to the unforgiving Alaskan landscape if she is ever going to make it out alive.A story of survival in the wilds of Alaska, The Beautiful and the Wild explores the question of whether we can ever truly know the person we love—or ourselves.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A woman in a storage container just sorta grabs you to read the story. As we dive deeper into the storyline, we see more than meets the eye. We are told parts of the story in California and other parts in Alaska. Liv has a son and, at one point, was happily married until she wasn't. What secret life was her husband living? What secrets does Liv have? How do they intertwine?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When she ends up in Alaska, she gets way more than she bargains for, and if she wants to be able to see her son again, she has to get into the mindset that the others living on the property believe. The book is labeled as survival, but there was only a little survival besides hunting and gathering food. Overall, I enjoyed the story.<span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QMv6UGMWGi0/U08xun8xw3I/AAAAAAAACUo/oIdF16OGjzwmp0xxyMWTqITHAwi5cuUxgCPcB/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span id="freeTextauthor6541826" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSSM11FhpGTaYOQrR8pnirGy8s3vFqcWGBegIgSdHoSFcP47AAK0Km5NV106ucPu8WL8-FM8PK9yVbu9VdoePNAF4LPbXI6D-4FWa1Ox-nEPISu7MyU0Q6QX16RlL_QqmgK3AO0wNn8DegG_n0LXAsodMItQR6jB1m9gsvG25yRlDnVwJ1gFVeMWFz" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="150" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSSM11FhpGTaYOQrR8pnirGy8s3vFqcWGBegIgSdHoSFcP47AAK0Km5NV106ucPu8WL8-FM8PK9yVbu9VdoePNAF4LPbXI6D-4FWa1Ox-nEPISu7MyU0Q6QX16RlL_QqmgK3AO0wNn8DegG_n0LXAsodMItQR6jB1m9gsvG25yRlDnVwJ1gFVeMWFz" width="320" /></a></div><br />Peggy Townsend is longtime newspaper reporter who has won state and national awards for her work. She has written about teen-agers who lived on the streets, health-care disparities and serial killers ranging from Trailside Killer David Carpenter to Billy Mansfield. Kirkus Reviews named her first book, "See Her Run," as "One of 13 Thrillers to Keep You Up at Night." Her new thriller "The Beautiful and the Wild" will be released Nov. 7, 2023. She's run rivers, come face-to-face with grizzly bears and twice lived in her van for seven weeks at a time. She lives on the beach in Central California and at her small cabin in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-74546515841910000692024-02-11T05:33:00.001-06:002024-02-11T10:26:34.537-06:00The Teacher by Freida McFadden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSn2d1csJps0YVUFODicNXF-WIGjFZs7PCmia7-QniNwjzSRxgOmZD3vpAvvGy22Xhkw9qvIim7hEqjvAS4GE8vKhz9Po6nmHF47xhLFjOBOcGEVPAfh_ECB1wJWHARq7jitu7VknDapqYMYt3bymsxu6SNktaOOm9h4LpbARP8QD7n2aoSgIDDYku" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1500" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgSn2d1csJps0YVUFODicNXF-WIGjFZs7PCmia7-QniNwjzSRxgOmZD3vpAvvGy22Xhkw9qvIim7hEqjvAS4GE8vKhz9Po6nmHF47xhLFjOBOcGEVPAfh_ECB1wJWHARq7jitu7VknDapqYMYt3bymsxu6SNktaOOm9h4LpbARP8QD7n2aoSgIDDYku" width="150" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 2/6/2024</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 402</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Psychological Thriller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: NetGalley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Teacher-Psychological-Thriller-Freida-McFadden-ebook/dp/B0CGWBB9XG/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3OZGYRS08791G&keywords=the+teacher+freida+mcfadden&qid=1707132680&sprefix=the+teacher%2Caps%2C273&sr=8-1#detailBullets_feature_div" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/195967140-the-teacher2.bp.blogspot.com/-FsW7Z4621-0/UYKKM_2iBOI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gCFcmPDxJe8SJipCxN15qsTzj6nyoGH-wCPcB/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Lesson #1: trust no one</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Eve has a good life. She gets up each day, gets a kiss from her husband Nate, and heads off to teach math at the local high school. All is as it should be. Except…</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Last year, Caseham High was rocked by a scandal, with one student, Addie, at its center. And this year, Eve is dismayed to find the girl in her class.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Addie can’t be trusted. She lies. She hurts people. She destroys lives. At least, that’s what everyone says.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">But nobody knows the real Addie. Nobody knows the secrets that could destroy her. And Addie will do anything to keep it quiet.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/s1600/ARC+Review.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1370" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/w171-h200/ARC+Review.png" width="171" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/s1600/Netgalley+image.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/w200-h197/Netgalley+image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>“I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.”</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I sat here and wondered what rating I could give this one, and I bounced between 4 and 5 only because of the repeating of the name Loubatin and the shoe fetish. I got it that Eve was obsessed with shoes, but I felt that the author just overused that so much. I understood that it could be tied to the store that Eve always goes to. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eve and Nate don't have the best marriage, it seems, and they are both on different wavelengths when it comes to love. On the outside, it may look like they are the perfect couple, but enter the household, and well, we're just gonna leave that there. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Addie a student who has both Nate and Eve in their classroom, she has been labeled a problem student ever since Mr. Tuttle got fired from his job. It seems something inappropriate happened between Addie and him, even though Addie swears it didn't. I wanted more back story when it came to Mr. Tuttle and Addie, I felt there could have been some more in-depth story line there. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I saw a lot of different twists that surprised me, and I liked it. Do know that this story does contain an inappropriate relationship between a student and teacher, which may be a trigger for some. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Was this my favorite book of hers, I can't honestly say, was my mouth opened at certain parts totally! </span></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAREWWNDI0FWnY88Zpxy44eOqPCvE1OSsUa4b6vJwrQjbf295n20R6ruo0Zy159Mc0OSgO34xEb4gG2dDDwDwLgiVpiamffVAuFS8KnO0i7JLV7TgulA3UkDdT6qujzh92e1VKUWIAOmYEOZzRi2ADPtQZPwyOcEJW9m9tnPBulT-PPXpxc7YcEKJp/s894/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAREWWNDI0FWnY88Zpxy44eOqPCvE1OSsUa4b6vJwrQjbf295n20R6ruo0Zy159Mc0OSgO34xEb4gG2dDDwDwLgiVpiamffVAuFS8KnO0i7JLV7TgulA3UkDdT6qujzh92e1VKUWIAOmYEOZzRi2ADPtQZPwyOcEJW9m9tnPBulT-PPXpxc7YcEKJp/w224-h134/4.png" width="224" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> </a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjutoaYybrlm6vKs-gPstoj3Dr_VGYJ4G1hpVBG0j2HRbSMmqpqIZm8F4G4CZDFnSwj1xrKNIu3TUbJm4yazFDKYVg5GQfh_v0hFc1QBwvceNpZESxmZWqIbXkQfL1YxDowfNc3hFBufjjiURWzOAJBSCG0k3ps5aE9EMXph0dyiKScMTHJDXc-wmU" style="background-color: white; clear: right; display: inline; float: right; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjutoaYybrlm6vKs-gPstoj3Dr_VGYJ4G1hpVBG0j2HRbSMmqpqIZm8F4G4CZDFnSwj1xrKNIu3TUbJm4yazFDKYVg5GQfh_v0hFc1QBwvceNpZESxmZWqIbXkQfL1YxDowfNc3hFBufjjiURWzOAJBSCG0k3ps5aE9EMXph0dyiKScMTHJDXc-wmU" width="240" /></a><br />New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, Publisher's Weekly, and Amazon Charts bestselling author Freida McFadden is a practicing physician specializing in brain injury who has penned multiple Kindle bestselling psychological thrillers and medical humor novels. She lives with her family and black cat in a centuries-old three-story home overlooking the ocean, with staircases that creak and moan with each step, and nobody could hear you if you scream. Unless you scream really loudly, maybe.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-71046611345069521662024-01-30T21:32:00.091-06:002024-01-30T21:32:00.171-06:00NetGalley: Twenty-Seven Minutes by Ashley Tate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFDXKwY69vUqwoXtRfOFGKMCXYjGojzuzfcDoxKIvEQDtF-iqgM6CqIKHyMppWWUcEpNkOLUB28tNTSJUA4C5WJxqkk7dpt-sbVmu3Ct-WYY_xOvQ4rECP_8NAhtpUTVlMOxqMmQGudpk9JwSFVTlOf2NB6ujOF4TyfI9Gn4W39j9KVwmAu0kEHNmP" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="255" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiFDXKwY69vUqwoXtRfOFGKMCXYjGojzuzfcDoxKIvEQDtF-iqgM6CqIKHyMppWWUcEpNkOLUB28tNTSJUA4C5WJxqkk7dpt-sbVmu3Ct-WYY_xOvQ4rECP_8NAhtpUTVlMOxqMmQGudpk9JwSFVTlOf2NB6ujOF4TyfI9Gn4W39j9KVwmAu0kEHNmP" width="160" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Poisoned Pen Press</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 1/30/2024</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 384</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Mystery, Thriller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: NetGalley, Poisoned Pen Press</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Twenty-Seven-Minutes-Novel-Ashley-Tate/dp/1728278147/ref=sr_1_1?crid=Q6Y9VI56VVAK&keywords=twenty+seven+minutes&qid=1687746954&s=books&sprefix=twenty+seven+minutes%2Cstripbooks%2C152&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/112046021-twenty-seven-minutes?from_search=true&from_srp=true&qid=X7bb2g1EkN&rank=1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">THE QUESTION</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">For the last ten years, the small town of West Wilmer has been struggling to answer one question: On the night of the car accident that killed his sister, why did it take Grant Dean twenty-seven minutes to call for help? If he'd called sooner, Phoebe might still be alive.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">THE SECRET</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">As the anniversary of Phoebe's death approaches, Grant is consumed by his memories and the secret that's been suffocating him for years. But he and Phoebe weren't the only ones in the car that night. Becca was there too - she's the only other person who knows what really happened. Or is she?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">THE TRUTH</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Everyone in West Wilmer remembers Phoebe, but only June remembers that another person was lost that night. Her brother Wyatt has been missing for ten years and, now that her mother is dead, June has no one left - no family, no friends. Until someone appears at her door.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Someone who may know where Wyatt went all those years ago.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Someone who knows what really happened on the bridge that night.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/s1600/ARC+Review.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1370" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/w171-h200/ARC+Review.png" width="171" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/s1600/Netgalley+image.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/w200-h197/Netgalley+image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>“I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.”</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;">I totally did not see the bombshell that came toward the end of it. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It was not my favorite read, though, honestly; it has so much going on with so many characters. We start the book with one of the characters, Phoebe, who dies. She died within twenty-seven minutes. What happened during that time? Why did she not get the help she deserved? Well, you don't find that out until towards the end, which is the bombshell that dropped. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We go back and forth between the present and the past. Which is easy to follow it just leads us to how it occurred, and it took its time to get there. You can tell this death really truly gets to people because they make it seem like the death happened yesterday instead of 10 years ago. Yet, I guess that is what happens when a death like that happens it stays with the community. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We have June, whose brother is missing, or is he? What is going on with June? She has some mental health issues as well, I believe. I know that her brother not being in her life seemed to have messed her up, or at least that is the vibe that I am getting. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Becca is another character who I assume has some mental health issues that she needs help with. She was in the vehicle with Phoebe and Grant. She is just a volatile character, and I couldn't relate to her in any way. I didn't understand why no one truly didn't get her the help she needed. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Grant is the brother of Phoebe, and he feels guilty. Though he has a secret to hide. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;">Secrets don't stay buried even well after many years have passed. </div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvudyA4VKxNIB5dykgT4tndDumJ4W3uUB5SiRqia5kZ2URF0fVKXxFN6J5vDG3KWkIwbJNfuhbqZgBuuM6GMTtDYPdb0Xdu7uf9ROjo0yPKLP4h9VQ9lkYRNewxkz5wujDDkfX8_-Yw/s1600/3.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvudyA4VKxNIB5dykgT4tndDumJ4W3uUB5SiRqia5kZ2URF0fVKXxFN6J5vDG3KWkIwbJNfuhbqZgBuuM6GMTtDYPdb0Xdu7uf9ROjo0yPKLP4h9VQ9lkYRNewxkz5wujDDkfX8_-Yw/w200-h119/3.png" width="200" /></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;">Ashley Tate is a Canadian author. TWENTY-SEVEN MINUTES is her first novel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvMaYrktuP1a6Ndmp35a7Rb9YvSfRgLVWwb7H14VFLqkt5uEd-nF4l-GE-psEsaxMZGbtSAS8yzdxykEgznfSsSw28CYALssIR6Pt2Xj87VwdfTC3TLvoLh212Bxb1DbFCCoQLuSy1PtNLIsKHgq78jGzHTxhi2_jTELBllauSKbYcMSxkMhq20vqQ" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjvMaYrktuP1a6Ndmp35a7Rb9YvSfRgLVWwb7H14VFLqkt5uEd-nF4l-GE-psEsaxMZGbtSAS8yzdxykEgznfSsSw28CYALssIR6Pt2Xj87VwdfTC3TLvoLh212Bxb1DbFCCoQLuSy1PtNLIsKHgq78jGzHTxhi2_jTELBllauSKbYcMSxkMhq20vqQ=w200-h200" width="200" /></a></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-2903665819909692512024-01-07T08:42:00.000-06:002024-01-07T08:42:13.203-06:00Kindle Unlimited: Do Not Disturb by Freida McFadden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVTI2DN7l0tdbSNNyzgtkLt3e9pXTsbJa4VdG1MM__7GPK9o-K8cbARl4Gxt8ne_HPVO0_ZkwSZMgEzoNJgB7EDJoTIIF_Os-Pm2dN2Ur3JHITKuMX3bwWFGfT3JhVnHUBd1Nd7mI3vkXs2s-zxlYyftwmhvcSkiGlcL7sWdLlg5uF6mYGKJhnAJzT" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2500" data-original-width="1563" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiVTI2DN7l0tdbSNNyzgtkLt3e9pXTsbJa4VdG1MM__7GPK9o-K8cbARl4Gxt8ne_HPVO0_ZkwSZMgEzoNJgB7EDJoTIIF_Os-Pm2dN2Ur3JHITKuMX3bwWFGfT3JhVnHUBd1Nd7mI3vkXs2s-zxlYyftwmhvcSkiGlcL7sWdLlg5uF6mYGKJhnAJzT" width="150" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Hollywood Upstairs Publishing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 9/7/2021</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 327</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Psychological Thriller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: KU</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Do-Not-Disturb-addictive-psychological-ebook/dp/B09CN5LBGK/ref=sr_1_1?crid=BB3D155T448G&keywords=do+not+disturb+freida+mcfadden&qid=1704637869&sprefix=DO+Not+dis%2Caps%2C306&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58778536-do-not-disturb" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Quinn Alexander has committed an unthinkable crime.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">To avoid spending her life in prison, Quinn makes a run for it. She leaves behind her home, her job, and her family. She grabs her passport and heads for the northern border before the police can discover what she’s done.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">But when an unexpected snowstorm forces her off the road, Quinn must take refuge at the broken-down, isolated Baxter Motel. The handsome and kindly owner, Nick Baxter, is only too happy to offer her a cheap room for the night.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Unfortunately, the Baxter Motel isn’t the quiet, safe haven it seemed to be. The motel has a dark and disturbing past. And in the dilapidated house across the way, the silhouette of Nick's ailing wife is always at the window. Always watching.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">In the morning, Quinn must leave the motel. She'll pack up her belongings and get back on the road to freedom.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">But first, she must survive the night.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is one of the shortest book reviews I have ever written. I loved this book! Murder and a bombshell. What more could you want in a book? When you have to guess what is happening and have no clue who is behind it, all that makes it a good mystery. Check it out! </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/w200-h120/5.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_gvicF_AkeA4zlt3xPrvO_o2KodIapGiErKYr51UQnslD6nZ6pAFN_eWNyKkNcmyjmtwViSgAIvYcpoLRi05ZnSFnEmDpl3a7yJyc6YzeMQYWwCkfLe9AiEJqilt6Vk65e09318U0WilUrs3FeDtzpF-gUiAVZGWAlE3KZy_E6l4lwRP_uDn4arzu" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj_gvicF_AkeA4zlt3xPrvO_o2KodIapGiErKYr51UQnslD6nZ6pAFN_eWNyKkNcmyjmtwViSgAIvYcpoLRi05ZnSFnEmDpl3a7yJyc6YzeMQYWwCkfLe9AiEJqilt6Vk65e09318U0WilUrs3FeDtzpF-gUiAVZGWAlE3KZy_E6l4lwRP_uDn4arzu" width="240" /></a></div><br />New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, Publisher's Weekly, and Amazon Charts bestselling author Freida McFadden is a practicing physician specializing in brain injury who has penned multiple Kindle bestselling psychological thrillers and medical humor novels. She lives with her family and black cat in a centuries-old three-story home overlooking the ocean, with staircases that creak and moan with each step, and nobody could hear you if you scream. Unless you scream really loudly, maybe.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-81707434787008800932023-12-31T08:37:00.001-06:002023-12-31T08:37:24.753-06:00Library book: Mister Lullaby by J.H. Markert<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYp8eeKjFwMqZA7AXSUXiW0U2gwRB2omMfgMDz7p-D_tU6lggFKTnn5EhE3Skce4THt0KAuUdwcM1gBi86ImgCrC30fihsdHALQAKatS6K2jI3fVrTjMz9LzG2QgJC4LCQfR8ZCMm9ektJQoFKvb7i4dA2Vcf9rhXzpM81txo3bfUFBAvmO5ClXF1l" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="276" data-original-width="182" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYp8eeKjFwMqZA7AXSUXiW0U2gwRB2omMfgMDz7p-D_tU6lggFKTnn5EhE3Skce4THt0KAuUdwcM1gBi86ImgCrC30fihsdHALQAKatS6K2jI3fVrTjMz9LzG2QgJC4LCQfR8ZCMm9ektJQoFKvb7i4dA2Vcf9rhXzpM81txo3bfUFBAvmO5ClXF1l" width="158" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Crooked Lane Books</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 11/21/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 383</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: horror/paranormal</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mister-Lullaby-J-H-Markert-ebook/dp/B0C2P4HFDL/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3TNR7MVHGVQYW&keywords=mister+lullaby&qid=1704030638&sprefix=mister+l%2Caps%2C161&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Kingfisher and Christopher Golden, the boundary protecting our world from the monsters on the other side is weakening—and Mister Lullaby is about to break through.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">The small town of Harrod’s Reach has seen its fair share of the macabre, especially inside the decrepit old train tunnel around which the town was built. After a young boy, Sully Dupree, is injured in the abandoned tunnel and left in a coma, the townspeople are determined to wall it up. Deputy sheriff Beth Gardner is reluctant to buy into the superstitions until she finds two corpses at the tunnel’s entrance, each left with strange calling cards inscribed with old lullabies. Soon after, Sully Dupree briefly awakens from his coma.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Before falling back into his slumber, Sully manages to give his older brother a message. Sully's mind, since the accident, has been imprisoned on the other side of the tunnel in Lalaland, a grotesque and unfamiliar world inhabited by evil mythical creatures of sleep. Sully is trapped there with hundreds of other coma patients, all desperately fighting to keep the evils of the dream world from escaping into the waking world.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Elsewhere, a man troubled by his painful youth has for years been hearing a voice in his head he calls Mr. Lullaby, and he has finally started to act on what that voice is telling him—to kill any coma patient he can find, quickly.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Something is waking up in the tunnel—something is trying to get through. And Mr. Lullaby is coming.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This book truly gave me Stephen King vibes, and not many books do that. I had never heard of this book until I came across the book Libby. The title and cover called out to me to grab it and give it a try. It was very interesting how this story played out; you have the before and now going on, so you must pay attention. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A tunnel that is a part of the town Harrod's Reach is no longer in use, except for those who like to play around or get called to the place. Many years ago, Sully, a young child, went into the tunnel and got hurt. To this day, he is in a coma. Simon, called Simple Simon, finds himself in the woods surrounding the tunnel, drawing, collecting, and making things not from this world. He is a deep sleeper. What does all this mean? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maddy woke up from a coma and found her way to Harrod's Reach. She needs to see Sully and bring others to him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It seems Teddy had a sucky childhood, and he plays a big part in Harrod's Reach, though just how deep does it go? You got to jump in and find out because it may have something to do with his mother! As our story unfolds and we get to see exactly what this tunnel is, it is a pathway for lullabies to come through and create mares or nightmares. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As the town is being overtaken by evil people who have been possessed by things from within the world of the tunnel called LaLaLand, there are those inside Harrod's Reach who are trying to stop it. The death and whatnot I liked, especially as the names of the demented matched them. The Black Widow? Firestarter Freddie? The author did great with bringing in monsters, what I will call them, from the lullabies. For example, Alu is from Sumerian mythology, and of course, that just had me go down the rabbit hole to find many more spirits/monsters from myths and storytelling. I love how he brought some of them to life in this story.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A lot of paranormal activity goes on within the pages of the story. Did I like the ending? Not really, because what actually happens? I don't like open-ended endings to books.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Was this a fun read? Totally. Was it scary? Not at all. Was it dark? Totally. Yes, it was a bit graphic, so I wouldn't recommend it for those under 18. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Thinking back on this book, it sorta reminds me of Stephen King's IT. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">J. H. Markert is a producer, screenwriter, husband, and father of two from Louisville, Kentucky, where he was also a tennis pro for 25 years. He graduated with a degree in History from the University of Louisville.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-36169593514976012002023-12-27T09:39:00.001-06:002023-12-27T09:39:04.419-06:00NetGalley: Stockers by K. James<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUrm17keZzd1SDWdawPcjqFZgCn8rVIZMLnqMCTZAb2Kqgz4gpdnD9MYRMH9IHH6UwLp2U2Rc1OMjZgOzjtSzUnMBOm22rfKZKPah9q_RsesY3ltCvl0TpRoG-SddBRpoIfjOVkpknAeD45uX1YQ01U_dqpH_sG1u9A-__25kHRs1v0sKTrBEC8jGO" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2560" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiUrm17keZzd1SDWdawPcjqFZgCn8rVIZMLnqMCTZAb2Kqgz4gpdnD9MYRMH9IHH6UwLp2U2Rc1OMjZgOzjtSzUnMBOm22rfKZKPah9q_RsesY3ltCvl0TpRoG-SddBRpoIfjOVkpknAeD45uX1YQ01U_dqpH_sG1u9A-__25kHRs1v0sKTrBEC8jGO" width="150" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Indie</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 9/5/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: unknown</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: psychological thriller</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: NetGalley</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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But after learning the truth about what her brothers get up to when they leave for work, she's finding it harder and harder to stay quiet.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">Ingrid's three older brothers, Johan, Mikael, and Lars, dote on her whenever they have the time and try their best to keep her from the realities of their jobs. But when she involves herself in their new assignment, family secrets become exposed, and their father's fury cannot be detained.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">What has their frail, aging father been hiding from them all this time?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Raleway, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; text-align: start;">What darkness is hiding among the dense forests of Scandinavia?<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/s1600/ARC+Review.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1370" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-DHLWWCVf-e_yGqgobqEnoGDSuxguR94auzGyDJ2d6zZ8xnzxe261b-HXoLJaYymnv0tfqPViN0Lb13_9xE8mZZLwzJ4RQ8GcWIrC4eNGtJILSCGTCwCJPZSX5aizh7HgBdRRrEfW3w/w171-h200/ARC+Review.png" width="171" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/s1600/Netgalley+image.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="296" data-original-width="300" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNg0IssK9ggHprRi56ecaFMZcXvfJtdcqc4o9JEEqjGHo1J9Hfi_mPR_hpjQh6CbRksNOLqoM428pO8n-Wpy4FURz6D9ho6-cZxyaSvayrC7sAvAlegx2X801UbNZspzgGGNRJ1e7fIA/w200-h197/Netgalley+image.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>"I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own."</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So, this story differed from where I expected it to go. I wasn't expecting the mythology woven into the storyline, which seemed weird to throw in there. When we start the story, we are introduced to a young girl whose whole family is killed, and a wolf appears. Then we dive into a whole other side of things with brothers, a sister, and a dad who seems to be crippled. I wondered if the person in the first chapter was Ingrid. <br />It seems the three brothers in our stories are kidnappers and seem to have a bit of a demented side. As our story unfolds, I found it weird that all of a sudden, the brothers grew a heart and didn't want to see their captive killed. I mean they had to know what happens to kidnapped people. I found the twist with Ingrid weird because she showed no other signs of anything but being told not to go out and about. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The storyline didn't flow as I expected, and it just had too many elements trying to go together that needed to work better together. Would I read book two? I would because I want to know more about Ingrid and why she turned out the way she did. </span></div>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/65147580-the-secrets-we-buried" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">'If you ever tell my secret, you'll be dead to me.'<br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; margin: 0px;" />THE FRIEND</span><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">: When ordinary mum Frankie moves into her new seaside home, it is a dream come true. Her new neighbours - glamorous Zara, ambitious Nadine and social butterfly Geneva - soon take her under their wing. The four women become inseparable. Until the morning when Geneva's body is found on the beach.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">THE HUSBAND</span><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">: Suspicion is immediately cast on Geneva's husband. Everyone believes he must be guilty. But when the police don't charge him, he vanishes without trace. Now, five years later, he's back.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; font-weight: 600; text-align: start;">THE SUSPECTS</span><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">: And he's not the only one. Soon no one is beyond suspicion. Dark secrets that have been hiding behind closed doors begin to be revealed, with devastating consequences.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">But one person will do whatever it takes to make sure that one secret never comes to the surface...<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I figured out who did it at 73 percent and brushing my teeth. I couldn't believe I had missed the signs of this person. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The ending, for sure, wasn't expecting that one, as the person is psychotic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now the story is told in different P.O.V's, which isn't bad as you know whose chapter is who. I felt bad for Zara, Frankie, and Nadine and their friendship with Geneva. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Geneva was a bully, and it finally caught up to her. Was it good, or was it bad? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For five years, everyone has been trying to move on until a YouTuber decides to open the case back up, ask questions, and dig deeper into her death. No one is off limits, and the secrets of Zara, Frankie, and Nadine will all come out. Though honestly, they aren't really bad secrets; well, maybe just one of them is bad. There are a lot of different twists and drama within the pages. It was a good story to read and pass the time. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #0f1111; font-size: 14px; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGpOpdJ9X5oMkUuuyM3khQvF4h9eoeMPN0chOPFQGvwNuzYAa6VofeXshMWEBulHb_gHlNGcOX4CUw1SIzXOF6WJiXqJABeGoGwORhC8fuif46pQG2GM8zaMSlQ_MuAu4YQzfZQ-D7Av61b8hK7UGgoESh2hU_G9JLXEYgWbar7_0DTL8jfLiyMgoI" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGpOpdJ9X5oMkUuuyM3khQvF4h9eoeMPN0chOPFQGvwNuzYAa6VofeXshMWEBulHb_gHlNGcOX4CUw1SIzXOF6WJiXqJABeGoGwORhC8fuif46pQG2GM8zaMSlQ_MuAu4YQzfZQ-D7Av61b8hK7UGgoESh2hU_G9JLXEYgWbar7_0DTL8jfLiyMgoI" width="240" /></a></div><br />Becca Day lives in Surrey with her husband, two daughters and cocker spaniel. She studied acting at Guildford College and went on to start her own Murder Mystery theatre troup. It was this move that inspired her love of crime fiction, and when she sold the company she threw herself head first into crime writing. Her short fiction has won several prizes and The Girl Beyond The Gate is her first full-length novel. Aside from writing, she is also an avid reader and runs Reading Parties with fellow author William Shaw.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-67690751659322594482023-12-26T16:57:00.002-06:002023-12-26T16:57:24.521-06:00Library book: The Meth Lunches by Kim Foster<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKKQVuf_C9SjRyWbUJGdqbWMcB1xh161ZkUhDqKZnlAut2JPwZx7mX5ppVNRMHRpsY44V-_poPFONbMXtDxu6Rwz6Nr3GE-hDiKlXpHkVJTzKRT3Qk6MMHYdKNrk1ZrPi995ROfTqRuZ8HOo8seEyaK8agw-_WaBz1929LvZEL8Tv4THp40KdFg_zN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="329" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhKKQVuf_C9SjRyWbUJGdqbWMcB1xh161ZkUhDqKZnlAut2JPwZx7mX5ppVNRMHRpsY44V-_poPFONbMXtDxu6Rwz6Nr3GE-hDiKlXpHkVJTzKRT3Qk6MMHYdKNrk1ZrPi995ROfTqRuZ8HOo8seEyaK8agw-_WaBz1929LvZEL8Tv4THp40KdFg_zN" width="158" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: St. Martin's Press</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 10/10/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 313</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: nonfiction</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Meth-Lunches-Food-Longing-American-ebook/dp/B0BQGFRNJ3/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3S75IMQQ9LDBY&keywords=the+meth+lunches&qid=1703612153&sprefix=the+meth+lunche%2Caps%2C136&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/141336337-the-meth-lunches" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif" style="color: #1e1915; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"> Food is a conduit for connection; we envision smiling families gathered around a table—eating, happy, content. But what happens when poverty, mental illness, homelessness, and addiction claim a seat at that table? In The Meth Lunches, Kim Foster peers behind the polished visions of perfectly curated dinners and charming families to reveal the complex reality when poverty and food intersect. Whether it’s heirloom vegetables or a block of neon-yellow government cheese, food is both a basic necessity and a nuanced litmus what and how we eat reflects our communities, our cultures, and our place in the world. The Meth Lunches gives a glimpse into the lives of people living in Foster’s Las Vegas community—the grocery store cashier who feels safer surrounded by food after surviving a childhood of hunger; the inmate baking a birthday cake with coffee creamer and Sprite; the unhoused woman growing scallions in the slice of sunlight on her passenger seat. This is what food looks like in the lives of real people. The Meth Lunches reveals stories of dysfunction intertwined with hope, of the insurmountable obstacles and fierce determination all playing out on the plates of ordinary Americans. It’s a bold invitation to pull up a chair and reconsider our responsibilities to the most vulnerable among us. Welcome to the table.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why did I get this book? I have no true reason besides the title, which is what called out to me. I was intrigued by what the book was about. As much as I loved the author's take on how food can bring people together and close a gap, among other things, I felt we did focus a lot on the different foods she cooked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was pulled in when our first part said how a man was passed out in her yard from meth. More along the way of Michael is dead in our yard is what her children say, as a parent, that bothered me. As the story unfolded, I understood who the person was in the story and the part he played, though I just couldn't get behind having him around the presence of children while being high. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I felt Foster was trying to inform us about how food is the key to everything in life, how to think about others, and how to help those who need it. I can't imagine the hardships that everyone whom Foster met went through; it is something that I am very glad I have not had to go through in my own life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I understand addiction as my sister is/was not sure anymore an addict, and she has a mental disability; I think bipolar, but then it may be a personality disorder. I don't know, I don't care. I feel that when there is a chance for you to get better, you need to do it, especially when children are involved. I know I will get a lot of hate on this review, but I am cool with it. I just disagree with how we should be willing to help everyone get through things when there are people who need help daily and are not addicted to anything. Yet, we seem to focus more on people with a mental disability and addiction. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">With that being said, I felt bad for some of these people, especially those who lived in "Roachland," and the owners did nothing to help their tenants. It made me sick to know that people are out there working and trying to get out of a hole, and the place where they rest their heads at night is not safe or healthy for them. I want to know how to get these people the help they need and have their voices heard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I find her to be very brave to open up a food pantry in her neighborhood and be willing to feed whoever stops by. I wish I had that much money to feed those who need it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Am I glad I read this book? I am because I felt it opened my eyes to some things happening within our country. We don't know everyone's life story, and what they are going through daily makes you think a bit. My stance still stays the same with the addiction part of things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvudyA4VKxNIB5dykgT4tndDumJ4W3uUB5SiRqia5kZ2URF0fVKXxFN6J5vDG3KWkIwbJNfuhbqZgBuuM6GMTtDYPdb0Xdu7uf9ROjo0yPKLP4h9VQ9lkYRNewxkz5wujDDkfX8_-Yw/s1600/3.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="119" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuvudyA4VKxNIB5dykgT4tndDumJ4W3uUB5SiRqia5kZ2URF0fVKXxFN6J5vDG3KWkIwbJNfuhbqZgBuuM6GMTtDYPdb0Xdu7uf9ROjo0yPKLP4h9VQ9lkYRNewxkz5wujDDkfX8_-Yw/w200-h119/3.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-43583226282104661672023-12-26T11:14:00.000-06:002023-12-26T11:14:03.960-06:00Library book: The Coldest Girl in Coldtown Holly Black<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBjc1nMd6bq3-F2Li5OvDVqolmV48TP0Aq8LRzJPznVeTzk2zTPdFL8jyI66mdH_AeQlqDVOAYTRca_BK3O_Vn0IUAgSof0ULuP_b92wVeMz2qv-YJgopnwj7PTHYBIeKKYXx_MEBMchgEFNd3ohOFD_Ia-cRNRNRLc8VfbCh519VZAIFTklDmUtFG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="307" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgBjc1nMd6bq3-F2Li5OvDVqolmV48TP0Aq8LRzJPznVeTzk2zTPdFL8jyI66mdH_AeQlqDVOAYTRca_BK3O_Vn0IUAgSof0ULuP_b92wVeMz2qv-YJgopnwj7PTHYBIeKKYXx_MEBMchgEFNd3ohOFD_Ia-cRNRNRLc8VfbCh519VZAIFTklDmUtFG" width="155" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 8/12/2014</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 448</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Teen, paranormal, fantasy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Coldest-Girl-Coldtown-Holly-Black/dp/0316213098/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2JQG4PLIM2QSQ&keywords=The+Coldest+Girl+in+Coldtown+Holly+Black&qid=1703605330&sprefix=the+coldest+girl+in+coldtown+holly+black%2Caps%2C236&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In them, quarantined monsters and humans mingle in a decadently bloody mix of predator and prey. The only problem is, once you pass through Coldtown's gates, you can never leave.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">One morning, after a perfectly ordinary party, Tana wakes up surrounded by corpses. The only other survivors of this massacre are her exasperatingly endearing ex-boyfriend, infected and on the edge, and a mysterious boy burdened with a terrible secret. Shaken and determined, Tana enters a race against the clock to save the three of them the only way she knows how: by going straight to the wicked, opulent heart of Coldtown itself.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't like the ending. I wanted to know how Tana ended up. Just going to throw that out there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cold towns, wow, can you just imagine if that was real. As much as people like vampires, I could see that being a problem. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Tana, one of our main characters, knows what it is like to be attacked by a vampire and has the scars to prove it. She isn't looking to turn cold, but she isn't helping her case out by not running away when she has a chance. Partying with her friends and ex-boyfriend turns into a tragic night. When Tana comes to, it looks like a bloodbath has occurred, and instead of following the rules of letting the authorities know, she does what she isn't supposed to do. She frees a vampire and her ex-boyfriend, who seems to have been bitten. As our story unfolds, it looks like they are headed to Coldtown for a reason. Once in Coldtown, you can not leave unless you have a I don't want to call it a coin, but that comes to mind. The vampire Tana rescued has a plan in Coldtown, and it isn't all fun and games.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I didn't fully understand how Tana acted, as I felt she could have put herself in better situations. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There is blood, death, and, of course, crushes developing. I will say that I didn't agree with the way she seemed to have portrayed the followers of vampires. They seemed to be gothic and not just normal sorta of people. </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/s1600/4.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb5AUTJD7viE7NeXRWMasoGfNzQU36ElFWse92T3l17TTQM-AoZye157vDKUER8fQm27wamaLUhzZtvBhR8vrVhwhYQzZ6AGAweyo65QkgzsN5TXZFQ99_e84cilkCDCMFYa1aEtbPQ/w200-h120/4.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2VrTRpN_rI5cXx0OCD4_OangENB4mvDwjYNuJs7IQtnkwkPIWcUT8_G5yrB5oIGFnL-wvfrQFoTgCACXq7MoRGW-HNMd5BD8JM951dtLK5YgeYx2hVcfWCG4nHI3q28QvcJZqAn3R15mxZvH0qURt8M0C_dV5SQMkhv2QIQichBtnFXgBT5HEdhAD" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="143" data-original-width="200" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj2VrTRpN_rI5cXx0OCD4_OangENB4mvDwjYNuJs7IQtnkwkPIWcUT8_G5yrB5oIGFnL-wvfrQFoTgCACXq7MoRGW-HNMd5BD8JM951dtLK5YgeYx2hVcfWCG4nHI3q28QvcJZqAn3R15mxZvH0qURt8M0C_dV5SQMkhv2QIQichBtnFXgBT5HEdhAD" width="320" /></a></div><br />Holly Black is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of over thirty fantasy novels for kids and teens. She has been a finalist for an Eisner Award and the Lodestar Award, and the recipient of the Mythopoeic Award, a Nebula, and a Newbery Honor. Her books have been translated into 32 languages worldwide and adapted for film. She currently lives in New England with her husband and son in a house with a secret library.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-41478345166491083102023-12-11T06:00:00.001-06:002023-12-11T06:00:05.795-06:00Library book: Rogue Rider (Lords of Deliverance #4) by Larissa Ione<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyAvaS0XcH_y_bNNIEkr1cKlMivmjYsrpd0o0Jy0NXvyKFLX3hpNfIU-BrAFNcqOLeoF0trdePBhEaxSLsKFr0guFrWbNy5dkCVMxGUQxzfSGD4u_X5MYjel9kE5ykHnqOn61x90Mprnt69QQm5NgwY8gIBThFdXN_edWreD7o2eYEzF4OAQhvqtln" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="475" data-original-width="295" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiyAvaS0XcH_y_bNNIEkr1cKlMivmjYsrpd0o0Jy0NXvyKFLX3hpNfIU-BrAFNcqOLeoF0trdePBhEaxSLsKFr0guFrWbNy5dkCVMxGUQxzfSGD4u_X5MYjel9kE5ykHnqOn61x90Mprnt69QQm5NgwY8gIBThFdXN_edWreD7o2eYEzF4OAQhvqtln" width="149" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Grand Central Publishing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 11/20/2012</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 458</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Paranormal/Romance</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Rogue-Rider-Demonica-Book-9-ebook/dp/B007BGQDFM/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3HY4Y9D077XNY&keywords=Rogue+Rider+Larissa&qid=1702293945&sprefix=rogue+rider+larissa%2Caps%2C115&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Until now. They are the Lords of Deliverance and they have the power to ward off Doomsday . . . or let it ride.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Jillian Cardiff came to this remote mountain town to forget the demon attack that almost killed her. Instead, she rescues - and falls for - a gorgeous stranger who has no memory of anything other than his name. Handsome, charming and protective, Reseph seems like the kind of man that Jillian can trust. But with hints of a troubling history of his own, he's also the kind of man that can be very dangerous . . .</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Reseph may not know his background, or why he mysteriously appeared in Jillian's life, but he knows he wants to stay. Yet when Jillian's neighbours are killed and demon hunters arrive on the scene, Reseph fears that he's putting Jillian in danger. And once it's revealed that Reseph is also Pestilence, the Horseman responsible for ravaging the world with death and destruction, he and Jillian must face the greatest challenge of all: can they forget the horrors of a chilling past to save the future they both desire?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Not gonna lie this cover right here is not a cover that would make me pick this book up. It reminds me of the '90s book covers that my mom had.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My dear Respeh, he has been causing havoc because that is what he does when his seal is broken. I didn't think he would ever come back from being Pestilence. Jillian, who has seen the ugly side of things in the world, lives by herself away from people, and I don't blame her. I really would love to live like she does. So when she finds a man who has no clue who he is, she nurses him back to health, though it will end up being more than that. As our story unfolds, we see love happen; we see just how Respeh ends up torturing himself because he has to handle a lot within his mind. The question you have to wonder is, can his relationship with his family ever be repaired, and can the Doomsday be stopped? </div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/w200-h120/5.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgl5HMgDksXb258K_BRfy2IiBJyfn1IUhomBixM2IJuewxVm5XnYjSv9wZ_FakGs7StZfyFXK546bu2YwSZ1Ko9DB_TuSFYPt-X_EYMCM4DeJqWjx8i7Hk_0WLtZiYYBMIwjvPm7gOT5Bd7deiL7juRBtSttp8YzvfvqbkZ4Ia5t0uLLDTB-IdLCiNB" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgl5HMgDksXb258K_BRfy2IiBJyfn1IUhomBixM2IJuewxVm5XnYjSv9wZ_FakGs7StZfyFXK546bu2YwSZ1Ko9DB_TuSFYPt-X_EYMCM4DeJqWjx8i7Hk_0WLtZiYYBMIwjvPm7gOT5Bd7deiL7juRBtSttp8YzvfvqbkZ4Ia5t0uLLDTB-IdLCiNB" width="240" /></a></div><br />Air Force veteran Larissa Ione traded in a career in meteorology to pursue her passion of writing. She has since published dozens of books, hit several bestseller lists, including the New York Times and USA Today, and has been nominated for a RITA award. She now spends her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds. She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in Wisconsin with her retired U.S. Coast Guard husband, her son, a rescue cat named Vegas, and her very own hellhounds, a King Shepherd named Hexe and a Belgian Malinois named Duvel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134015503416481414.post-62493659575839500872023-12-11T05:19:00.001-06:002023-12-11T05:19:51.559-06:00Library book: Invisible Son by Kim Johnson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIEyaZuC_QZUcx2BhL6Jyhf3U9qgBXongFZnIDpjOay9mdaMkio-cHpqgyhi99ASh-22bR6VAO9YlyMnCCs8v0WG4VKuKbr0IljkPDezmKZq1ppW45sM7DhiO59-IpnWsbW283bVRjJvff9VzCpJSur1dirVNKR2BjoraQg8Z31CThUw2b-GRKkeTN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="331" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhIEyaZuC_QZUcx2BhL6Jyhf3U9qgBXongFZnIDpjOay9mdaMkio-cHpqgyhi99ASh-22bR6VAO9YlyMnCCs8v0WG4VKuKbr0IljkPDezmKZq1ppW45sM7DhiO59-IpnWsbW283bVRjJvff9VzCpJSur1dirVNKR2BjoraQg8Z31CThUw2b-GRKkeTN" width="159" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Publisher: Random House Books for Young Readers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Published: 6/27/2023</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pages: 416</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Genre: Teen/YA/Realistic Fiction/Mystery</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Review: library book</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Invisible-Son-Kim-Johnson/dp/0593482107/ref=sr_1_1?crid=L0F6OTQSOUJH&keywords=invisible+son+by+kim+johnson&qid=1702215906&sprefix=invisible+son+by+kim%2Caps%2C126&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face=""Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #1d2228; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span><span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58109264-invisible-son" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="41" data-original-width="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQo5SsyPetHP77ZMbnRgM2gCBf2nnp32lVl446IkYE3K1IPpZcAgjFG0qVEmEEOG5MlliNrZNLyHjfrQwQU1w9Ksoy0hB11-LQ5-3JYdZkOXzOB6j35d9lxF5o6YoXDOO94hzsZnercA/s1600/add-to-goodreads-button3.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/s500/2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrKFr38VYpsOpyK8iw90vO3rgZNwuDdVZzSrb9rVCxropsfTQut8I8SfdfqTzZK43Cc9JMruiA8iCWafL-DJwOaHkvvzmUtntJTOe-N2z-HI3U0xEBjaWVOfMZK7N4LpRAMMlGz2aJeGA9ZPRfR3wJ9TmeWWNs38t3MLw0yX3kvST8zp5eHxtfgw/w170-h170/2.png" width="170" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Life can change in an instant.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">When you’re wrongfully accused of a crime.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">When a virus shuts everything down.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">When the girl you love moves on.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">Andre Jackson is determined to reclaim his identity. But returning from juvie doesn’t feel like coming home. His Portland, Oregon, neighborhood is rapidly gentrifying, and COVID-19 shuts down school before he can return. And Andre’s suspicions about his arrest for a crime he didn’t commit even taint his friendships. It’s as if his whole life has been erased.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><br style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; margin: 0px; text-align: start;" /><span style="color: #1e1915; font-family: "Proxima Nova", Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; text-align: start;">The one thing Andre is counting on is his relationship with the Whitaker kids—especially his longtime crush, Sierra. But Sierra’s brother Eric is missing, and the facts don’t add up as their adoptive parents fight to keep up the act that their racially diverse family is picture-perfect. If Andre can find Eric, he just might uncover the truth about his own arrest. But in a world where power is held by a few and Andre is nearly invisible, searching for the truth is a dangerous game.<span><a name='more'></a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/s500/Add%20a%20heading.png" style="font-size: medium; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEttCPUl4PS5P8tGv0wRg3tL5I-Y8kr46SQZkSVPQmiU-4TJR2BomZxV9jDQ_gUN9VJ4-tec7lML9y7JQoBZbVioa8qKLRaqaXogEEK_Aocb4ux7Y5HpDVG7OdiQRImy_kDvIbwOd8Ed_1IiC_cMZPxrE3Zc4Sajip-eJkprI534WSvvSvdsmvJw/w200-h200/Add%20a%20heading.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Honestly, I am unsure how I came across this book, but I am so glad I did. Andre is what you would consider a normal boy, that is, until he finds himself out on probation for a crime he didn't commit. He isn't a snitch; most kids won't snitch on their friends. From the beginning, the author captured Andre's voice and his struggles, and it was powerful. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now, I prefer to avoid reading books that contain talk about COVID-19 as I am so over it all. The author did a great job weaving that into the storyline and actually capturing how everyone can be affected by this virus. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While Andre is trying to get his life back in order, the Whitaker family next door, which he has gotten too close to and who has helped him with his case, has more going on than meets the eye. When Eric, who may have a hand in helping clear his name, is gone, There is no trace of him, and no one in the family is looking for him. Andre is willing to break a few rules to help find Eric, though what he uncovers is more than he or others are ever thinking about what happened. When I say this book is one of my top ten, I mean it. It captured everything from the anguish, sadness, death, and mystery to the flow of the story and how the characters were thinking and feeling. It's one of my top ten reads for the year!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My two favorite quotes: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">Listening to a new song is like swimming to the bottom of the ocean, never knowing what each trip will bring.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">The beauty standard for Black girls was adjacent to whiteness. Everybody wants to be Black, but nobody wants to be Black.</span></div></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/s894/5.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="894" height="120" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM54MUdodngEFdDZr6axfMjAzbiPDVhwJkuTYow1ffvrrrRgMfXddIfc47HOkmdCT901mVSpxnwRkfKiT8MxjR9HL3DlPWU1LYj42BcjwdJ-Via7G5ePftAz3uNwfqdiNXl_pBKYDUTUBn4mibOAy2-Upcet6jDcwyqQrlgGIbQFldk35VLG-Wkg/w200-h120/5.png" width="200" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/s500/1.png" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLkyeCy1TE1xiBoDVplfQUHAcQT-Zcmuezjt0tUqR8XHr9GQzqhSp-ToLpl4bCliCrIXVFGzPUyZ0FmUY5fUqv5teI1cOYzXujwnpv5QSeBDYEnN96QOUvGv1ndSVOdZQ8WH6CyimgFisPkCwTrptxHKzzWPgnlJ-RcnVCnzzP5wEELTlw-B3_g/w200-h200/1.png" width="200" /></a></div><br /><div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPhGZn2Kqp6gpDGPfH6CuztR6Pg3E2YWphPDijFfOksVr05KRykqMCdHWyubq9OHaZLWiPuvFkFOYu-tVNh2BlANlncjPGOGLWXK6OOLPle2s9HuY8QcCx7Df50K0JkhxXNSWBpKu0xORigXmE0ARzMGoTvJq5Q8nQqwuQI85v2JgLl0TZ1ttCYgB0" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="201" data-original-width="200" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPhGZn2Kqp6gpDGPfH6CuztR6Pg3E2YWphPDijFfOksVr05KRykqMCdHWyubq9OHaZLWiPuvFkFOYu-tVNh2BlANlncjPGOGLWXK6OOLPle2s9HuY8QcCx7Df50K0JkhxXNSWBpKu0xORigXmE0ARzMGoTvJq5Q8nQqwuQI85v2JgLl0TZ1ttCYgB0" width="239" /></a></div><br />KIM JOHNSON held leadership positions in social justice organizations as a teen and in college. She’s now a college administrator who maintains civic engagement throughout the community. This Is My America was her debut novel and explores racial injustice against innocent black men who are criminally sentenced and the families left behind to pick up the pieces. She holds degrees from the University of Oregon and the University of Maryland, College Park.<p></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/s500/3.png" style="clear: right; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="500" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixlbYOB2gOLvOV5bkjnT1anABjQVxogLO9ayiqcdevzS26ovH9pqpqVy3ZfsBLocCTZHlYukStQvu7FkJjgXzrqoUg-3aHv9sVSnj0x57TEZp6rw0ovcMnxaQaqRRvkdYyG3GqRSuJyFcsb--gk_lxPgclwANsLbOeIx0o55eJLRX9eVhcqaj04A/w200-h200/3.png" width="200" /></a></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #0f1111; font-family: "Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: -4px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">You can find her @kcjohnsonwrites on Twitter,TikTok, and Instagram and her website www.kcjohnsonwrites.com</p></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Autumnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12484514170293518873noreply@blogger.com0