It's that time of year again. The time of year when fall has officially begun, and I can no longer deny the inevitable ending of summer. Don't get me wrong―fall is beautiful (both literally and figuratively). But there's just something about summer that I never seem to want to let go. The long, lazy days, the heat of the sun, the warm breeze through the luscious greenery. There's something so innocent and childlike about summer, something so pregnant with possibility.
Friday, September 30, 2016
Friday, September 23, 2016
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Eight months or so ago, I discovered the work of prominent feminist writer and activist, Jessica Valenti. She’s been doing great work for several years (which, apparently, I’ve been oblivious to), including writing and co-writing six books and founding the website Feministing. After reading some of her stuff, I began eagerly anticipating the spring release of her memoir, Sex Object.
When Sex Object first came on my radar, I began frequently checking the library listings until I was able to put a hold on it. When it came in for me, it was crisp, shiny, and new in its protective plastic sleeve. I wanted to eat it.
The moment I got home, book in hand, I cracked it open and began to read. I devoured it.
Monday, August 29, 2016
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My dear friends of the blogosphere,There has been something I have been struggling with for a while: blogging. If you've stuck around this far, thank you. But I'm sure you've noticed the distinct lack of posts over the last few months. When I have posted, there has been little to no discussion or reviews of books.
Monday, August 15, 2016
I don’t know if you recall, but in a previous post I mentioned that I was moving. Said move occurred two weeks ago.
This is not just any move. This is the move. The I’m-getting-my-shit-together-and-finally-moving-out-of-my-parents-house move.
At first I was hella nervous, packing my things away, wondering how it was possible for one twenty-something to have accumulated so much crap. I was scared that I would end up not getting on with my roommate, that my bedroom would be too small, that the unknown would jump out and eat me, etc. etc.
Friday, August 12, 2016
I don't know if you're a blogger, but I feel like many of you are. Personally, I’ve been a blogger for three years—but I really only count two of them. And yet, a lot of the time, I don't feel like a "proper” book blogger. I don't even really know what that looks like half the time, but I never really feel like that's me.
Monday, July 11, 2016
I am a mood reader. All the way. There is no way I'm sticking to a TBR. This is especially difficult when it comes to review copies, but that's a topic for another day.
I've always been one to resist authority and obligation. I hate being told I have to do something, or feeling like I have to. Immediately all the fun is sucked out of it. This is even true of self-imposed obligations.
For example, I seriously doubt my ability to be a productive member of a book club. Even if it was a book I really wanted to read, just knowing that there was a certain date I'd have to read it by would ruin everything and get my rebellious juices going. If I did manage to get it read, I can guarantee you it was reluctantly—no matter how good the book was.
Tuesday, July 05, 2016
It came upon me slowly at first. Then all at once. While dipping my toes in a few good, interesting books, I found myself losing focus. I was gravitating to the television. To the mall. To friends. These things are not bad in themselves. They are pretty great, actually. But I was setting aside these great books, and pretty consistently.
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Hardcover, 352 pages
Please note: A copy of this book was provided by the publisher for review as part of the book tour.
Twenty-eight-year-old Maggie Sparkes arrives in New York City to pack up what’s left of her best friend’s belongings after a suicide that has left everyone stunned. The police have deemed the evidence conclusive: Celine got into bed, downed a bottle of Xanax and a handle of Maker’s Mark, and never woke up. But when Maggie discovers secrets in the childhood lock box hidden in Celine’s apartment, she begins asking questions. Questions about the man Celine fell in love with. The man she never told anyone about, not even Maggie. The man who Celine herself claimed would be her ruin.
On the hunt for answers that will force the police to reopen the case, Maggie uncovers more than she bargained for about Celine’s private life—and inadvertently puts herself on the radar of a killer who will stop at nothing to keep his crimes undiscovered.
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
Black Apple by Joan Crate
Hardcover, 336 pages
Published March 1st 2016 by Simon & Schuster
The idea of reviewing this book is giving me heebie-jeebies. It covers such a sensitive and complex topic. I must start this by saying my review here is not to be seen as any sort of commentary on this part of Canadian history. That is, other than the fact that it was horrible. These are my thoughts on this book.
I’m not really sure what I expected this book to be, but it’s a thoughtful bildungsroman set in Canada when residential schools were still functioning. It’s the story of a young Blackfoot girl growing up, coming into her own, and finding a place to belong. This story is about humanity and choices. It’s about one girl’s journey to reclaim herself; her search for identity when her own was stripped away from her.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
April is over. May is (way) upon us. Spring has sprung, and all that jazz. Wee!
April was a pretty strange month all around, I've gotta say. Weather wise, it was all over the place. One week there was a snow storm and schools were canceled. The next week it was 24 degrees Celsius. And then a snow storm again. And rain. Lots of rain. Just... Very Maritime-y. I want to say that the snow is finally done, but I think I jinxed it the last time I said that. I will continue to hold out hope though! We have been getting a lot of sunny days thrown in there too so that's very nice.
Monday, May 16, 2016
Hey guys, let’s catch up. This is inspired in part by the “If We Were having Coffee” posts on The PerpetualPage-Turner.
It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve posted anything. And even when I was posting, it was pretty sporadic. I thought it was about time that we caught up. So, let’s grab a beverage and chat.
I am currently drinking a coffee out of my new Downton Abbey mug. (one cream, one sugar, in case you were wondering). If you didn’t know this about me, I have a thing for mugs. They are great! You can get them with basically anything on them, in a ton of different shapes, and they serve a really great purpose: They hold the coffee.
Monday, April 25, 2016
Hey y'all! I've been doing poorly at keeping up with my book-buying-ban-type-thing. So many books. Oh well. I also wanted to participate in the Dewey's 24 Hour Readathon but I had to work and then had previous plans! If you participated this go-round, let me know how it went for you!
This past week I was lucky enough to find a copy of The Raven King on the shelf early! Because of this, I obviously had to put whatever I’d been reading aside so I could dive into the final instalment of the Raven Cycle. It did not disappoint (for the most part). I can’t wait to see what the rest of the fans at large think! Especially of the ending. I think I will be doing a series review in the near future!
Thursday, April 21, 2016
No One Knows by JT Ellison
Hardcover, 368 pages
Published March 22nd, 2016 by Gallery Books
Note: A copy was provided by the publisher for my honest review as part of the She Reads blog network.
From the publisher:
The day Aubrey Hamilton’s husband is declared dead by the state of Tennessee should bring closure so she can move on with her life. But Aubrey doesn’t want to move on; she wants Josh back. It’s been five years since he disappeared, since their blissfully happy marriage—they were happy, weren’t they?—screeched to a halt and Aubrey became the prime suspect in his disappearance. Five years of emptiness, solitude, loneliness, questions. Why didn’t Josh show up at his friend’s bachelor party? Was he murdered? Did he run away? And now, all this time later, who is the mysterious yet strangely familiar figure suddenly haunting her new life?
Monday, April 18, 2016
I'm also pretty excited because I should be getting some big bucks back on my tax return (!!!!) and I'm looking for apartments with a friend! Going to move out (hopefully!!!) and give adulting a try. We'll see how it goes.
In case you were wondering, I've joined the Hamilton tribe. I got the album on Apple Music and have been listening to it non-stop for the last couple of weeks. SO GOOD. HOW DID I NOT LISTEN TO IT BEFORE. So, yes, lovely folks of the internet, you have led me right and I thank you for it.
Friday, April 08, 2016
Hunger Makes Me a Modern Girl by Carrie Brownstein
Hardcover, 244 pages
Published October 27th, 2015 by Riverhead Books
Note: I received a copy of this book from the publisher for an honest review.
All we ever wanted was just to play songs and shows that mattered to people, that mattered to us. Music that summed up the messiness of life, that mitigated that nagging fear of hopelessness, loneliness and death.
Before I read this book, I didn’t know that much about Carrie Brownstein. I, of course, know her from the hilarious show Portlandia, but I hadn’t heard of the punk band Sleater-Kinney before. I really love Portlandia so when when I had the chance, I was eager to learn more about Ms. Brownstein.