Archive | January 2015

When you are near your enemy, do you really know they are enemies?

I’m just going to jump into this one because I’m not thrilled about it….

Spademan–the kill-for-hire antihero from Shovel Ready–returns in another riveting, twisted, genre-busting novel from Adam Sternbergh

It’s a year after Shovel Ready. Persephone is ensconced with her newborn upstate; Simon the Magician is struggling to keep control of Harrow’s evangelical empire; and Spademan has accepted a seemingly routine job: to snuff out a no-good bed-hopper named Lesser. Lesser has been causing headaches all over the limnosphere, racking up enemies left and right. But Lesser comes back from the dream with a wild claim: that the terrorists have found a way to infiltrate the limnosphere, to hijack the luxury virtual escape from the inside. And they’re doing it from somewhere in New York.

Spademan is not used to having enemies–his foes usually end up dead pretty quickly–but he tries to stay vigilant about the dangers that lurk right under our noses. He’s about to find out just how close these new enemies are–and how dangerous they can be

My review: I was not happy about this book at all. For the second time in the past few months I have received a book that doesn’t give me a lot of emotion…. yes there is feelings and action….. and no damn dialog. Just like Fiend there is nothing to tell when someone is having a conversation or if someone is thinking or doing something. I don’t know why this bugs me so much but it does… I have heard of so many authors who have gone to school for years in English classes before becoming an author. So is this a new fad!? Writing like a 3rd grader? Like… wtf!? I’m losing all faith in literature. I read so many good reviews about this book but it wasn’t for me. Thanks Adam Sternbergh for wasting my time!



Too young to feel this damn old….

   Tuesday is my 25th birthday and I feel sooooo damn old. In life you go through so many important days and you never really know the significance of them until your older…. let’s see….
We have your first birthday…. and let’s face it… that shit isn’t for anyone but your patents who live to take those embarrassing pictures you will never live down…. skip forward a few years and your at your 13th birthday…. you can’t really celebrate thus one because well…. to you you are now a teen but to your parents…. your still a child. 16 is huge for girls… super sweet 16 right you get your permit/licence and you get to go to prom. 18 your out of school, home and in the real world. Great, right? Till you start getting bills in your name that seem outrageous but you always find a way to figure it out…. Then the big 21 comes and you can party and drink and get locked in jail for public intoxication…. who doesn’t want that?
   No one really cares about the next couple decades till you hit 50 or even 100 if your lucky. But I do. A quarter of a century is huge time because I look back at everything in my life and think… how the flying hell did i make it!? But there are still things I wish could have been done but live and learn right? I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster as the days tick closer…. so I’m doing what I do best when stressed out… blogging baby!
   So I’m curious…. what is one day that you will always remember? Be it a birthday, holiday or even the day you were picking your nose and found a penny…. it doesn’t matter… because it was something for you… let me know! Love y’all and happy reading!

The Barefoot Queen book review for blogging for books

   So my new book from B4B has FINALLY come in!!!! Thank god the holidays are over… I honestly can’t stand waiting for something I know is coming! So I got The Barefoot Queen by Ildefonso Falcones, ( Don’t ask me to pronounce his name because I’m just going to call him fonzy) and I have seen this for weeks in my B4B book list. I have heard so many good things about it and got excited.
   So our ups man came today and pounded on the door like the poe-poe and scared the hell out of everyone, I’m sure, and I was ecstatic! I rip open the box and see a gorgeous cover staring back at me. Now I said in one of my last posts not to judge a book by its cover but I am a huge fan of book covers! I love art and get a general idea of what something looks like, and I feel like it is a view into the writers creativity.
   I lift my new beauty out and she is a heavy little bitch! I didn’t think this was going to be that long but it holds a solid 647 pages of quality story! I’ll post the synopsis below so y’all can read about it and see if it even remotely interests you.
   *Synopsis *
Spain, 1748. Caridad is a recently freed Cuban slave wandering the streets of Seville. Her master is dead and she has nowhere to go. When, by chance, she meets Milagros Carmona—a spellbinding, rebellious gypsy—the two women become inseparable. Caridad is swept into an exotic fringe society full of romance and art, passion and dancing.

But their way of life changes instantly when gypsies are declared outlaws by royal mandate and their world as a free people becomes perilous. The community is split up—some are imprisoned, some forced into hiding, all fearing for their lives. After a dangerous separation, Caridad and Milagros are reunited and join in the gypsies’ struggle for sovereignty against the widespread oppression. It’s a treacherous battle that cannot, and will not, be easily won.

From the bustle of Seville to the theatres of Madrid, The Barefoot Queen is an unforgettable historical fresco filled with characters that live, suffer, and fight for the lives of those they love, and for the freedom they can’t live without. 

   My take on the book, I don’t feel that every book with a big story has to be a long book! Split it up and do a series or a trilogy, something. Make the readers want more. Make them fall in love with the characters and feel like they HAVE to have the next book.
   The story itself is beautiful! Caridad is a well developed character and you see her go through so much. In the first chapter alone you experience how the world sees and treats her. I love being able to tell how other characters see the main character, it gives me that feeling, the one that makes me feel like I’m there. I use to close my eyes while reading so I could make a makeshift movie with my eyelids as projection screens. As if that doesn’t make me sound crazy enough, I use to pretend to be the main character and would con my sisters into being the assisting characters. I would get so mad when they didn’t follow the storyline.
Now this book doesn’t make me want to play pretend, but I would love to see it as a movie. I just started it and had to stop so I could make dinner for my family. So while I’m making dinner I’m writing this. Its a good book, but it could be better. As of this point in time I give it 3/5 stars!
   Happy reading, my lovelies and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night!




Shitty emotions, holidays and babies… Just not in that order!

   I am a horrible blogger…. there I said it…. I am a horrible blogger…. not just because I’m new at it but I haven’t been posting much lately. And honestly I don’t know if I can still be considered a new blogger. I’ve been blogging since, like, June but it still seems new to me. But I’m rambling as usual! So I need to blog to get these emotions out… I feel free to say what’s on my mind when I blog. I just need to find the words to explain these feelings and in no way hurt anyone who may read this because that is by far my intentions.
Christmas always puts me in that mood. That EFF life, who cares, why bother mood. And since Tim and I have been together I have gradually gotten better about my holiday moods but this year was better than last by far. I think it was better because Tim has been busting balls at work to bring home better checks so we have money to do things as a family. If it wasn’t for the work him and Chris put into working so hard I don’t know where we would be…. To help with my better mood I have these amazing book worm friends who never fail to amaze me with their positive attitudes and care as well as generosity. I couple months or so ago my kindle went missing and we had no idea where it went. These ladies, in the middle of the financial tight spot of the year, pulled together and pitched in to buy a brand new Kindle PaperWhite. I came out to find mail on the table with my name on it and when I opened it to find that and a new case for it…. I cried. To have such amazing friends, that have never met me, and don’t want me to have to suffer without my books, just had me dumbfounded. I feel like such a shitty person because I haven’t been participating in a lot of activities. I get on every day but I never know what to say so I close out the app and do it again the next day. Love these amazing women because they do so much for everyone I sometimes feel like I don’t belong with women who are so amazing but i realize we were brought together by books, surround each other in book related material and non book related too and we support each other no matter what the subject, like loss of a family member or schooling or just random bitching! So I’m trying to tell myself I have a place here every time I’m in group but I think with time ill be more comfortable.
Christmas eve brought a new addition to our family. Tim has a younger sister, Candice, who was supposed to give birth on the 21 of December and didn’t until 6:00 am on the 24th. This child is so funny and his faces crack me up! But I look at him and I want to break down. Tim and I have been through two miscarriages and it makes it harder and harder for the both of us to even want it. I know Tim would love to be a father, and he would make the perfect one, but he is worried about financial statuses, which I love about him. I want so badly to be able to hold this baby more than I do but I can’t. And I don’t want to say this to any of them because I don’t want them to feel like I’m targeting them because again… in no way am I trying to hurt anyone. On the 20th of this month I will be 25 years old and i look at my life and think… ” where in the hell has all of this time gone?” I went to school with women who now have two , three and four children and here I am, holding everyone else’s baby, wishing it was mine. Not in a law and order type longing… just wishful thinking. I can’t control it, its like word vomit, mental word vomit. But Christmas brought so many good, healthy, hopeful thoughts and I was hoping it would last.
   ~ NEW YEARS ~
I have come to the realization that the key to my unhappiness is my physical state. I just haven’t done anything about it and I need too. My body hurts more as I get older and getting out of bed is ridiculous. I hate standing for too long because my sides hurt. So I have told myself that this is the year. This is the year I will be better, not just for my mental health but physical health as well.  I’m going to be working out more but I need to get myself into that mindset that I CAN DO IT, and I NEED TO DO THIS. Along with working on my physical health I’m thinking about quitting smoking but I’m not entirely sure that’s going to happen. Its something that keeps me from wanting to kill everyone. My mental health is back in the place where it use to be and I can’t pin point where it comes from but I honestly hate myself. I don’t say these things to complain or to gain sympathy but to make them known to those around me. I go through days where im not happy and cheerful and funny and that is why. I get tired of wearing that mask that says, ” No, I’m perfectly fine!” I love my family, my book worm friends and all of my followers on WordPress and off and honestly these are the people who keep me from actually wanting to kill myself. I’m just afraid that I’ll get to that place where even that won’t matter. I love joking, but lately I’m not in the mood for it. So to anyone who reads this, thank you, for your time, patience and love. I’m not dead yet! Happy new year! Read on, my loves, read on!