I don’t rate my books one star to five stars. I rate my books one-star to “The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer.”
People always want to know what my absolute hands-down favorite book is. And it’s funny because when they ask, they always give me that good minute-long silence for me to think it over. But I never need a minute. And I probably never will.
This is my favorite book.
This book is my trump card whenever my friends and I are talking about the most amazing books ever written during those 3 a.m. conversations; it’s the book that I’ve read 14 times; it’s the only book that I have that’s completely covered in margin notes.
♦It’s the book that made me a book snob.♦
Mara wakes up in a hospital, only to find out that her friends are dead from having an entire building collapse upon them.
And her only clue as to how that happened is that she was the only one that lived.
After burying her friends and her former life, Mara’s family moves her away, thinking that all she needs is to start over.
♦New state. New town.♦ ♦New school. New friends.♦ ♦New life.
And Noah Shaw.
“Have you kissed many boys before?” he asked quietly. I raised an eyebrow. “Boys? That’s an assumption.” Noah laughed, the sound low and husky. “Girls, then?” “No.” “Not many girls? Or not many boys?” “Neither,” I said. Let him make of that what he would. “How many?” “Why—“ “I am taking away that word. You are no longer allowed to use it. How many?” My cheeks flushed, but my voice was steady as I answered. “One.”
At this, Noah leaned impossible closer, the slender muscles in his forearm flexing as he bent his elbow to bring himself nearer to me, almost touching. I was heady with the proximity of him an grew legitimately concerned that my heart might explode. Maybe Noah wasn’t asking. Maybe I didn’t’ mind. I closed my eyes and felt Noah’s five o’clock graze my jaw, and the faintest whisper of his lips at my ear.
“He was doing it wrong.”
Noah’s the only one that believes Mara when she tells him that she’s going crazy.
When she tells him that she can kill people with the gun of her mind and the trigger of her imagination.
♦Is it real? Or not?♦
“Fix me,” I commanded him. “This thing what I’ve done—there’s something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it.”
Noah’s expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face, and skimmed the line of my neck.
♦This book is suspenseful and intriguing and riveting and it has a page 359 that’ll make you stop breathing.♦
This was an amazing and refreshing read! The only thing that kept it from being worth five stars was the fact that that the story development was a li...moreThis was an amazing and refreshing read! The only thing that kept it from being worth five stars was the fact that that the story development was a little slow. But it was okay because the speed of the story helped emphasize the writing style and everything that made this book so great.
This is a story that's about bravery, strength, integrity, and loyalty. There is some romance in this story, which I loved.
It's truly a great read! Please take a chance on this book.(less)
Seriously. So this book started at about TWO stars. I was unimpressed! And then it kicked it... and let me say it was SUCKER PUNCH/KICK. So a book tha...moreSeriously. So this book started at about TWO stars. I was unimpressed! And then it kicked it... and let me say it was SUCKER PUNCH/KICK. So a book that can do that is worth at least five stars. I loved it and I couldn't put it down!! (less)
So. The reason why I read this book, was because of all the controversy is was stirring in the media.
And I now understand why!
This book brought somet...moreSo. The reason why I read this book, was because of all the controversy is was stirring in the media.
And I now understand why!
This book brought something refreshing to the "Romance" genre. It's BDSM element apparently made portential readers nervous about reading it. But here's the thing; if you're completely anti-BDSM, you're still probably going to love this book (if you like romance!). Yes, BDSM takes center stage in this trilogy, but it has co-stars; amazing characters, a badass storyline, and its sharp wit!
So please, PLEASE take a chance on this book. I'm not particularly into BDSM, but the story fully compensates!(less)
Karen Marie Moning, I think, is one of those authors that likes to give every book she writes a HUGE punch. And by that I mean that, you know, the maj...moreKaren Marie Moning, I think, is one of those authors that likes to give every book she writes a HUGE punch. And by that I mean that, you know, the majority of this book was a three-star rating... and then she throws in these moments that are so off the wall amazing! Love it. :)(less)
You know how when you’re a kid, and you’re sitting at your kitchen counter, eating Lucky Charms?And you save the marshmallows for last? Well. Reading...moreYou know how when you’re a kid, and you’re sitting at your kitchen counter, eating Lucky Charms?And you save the marshmallows for last? Well. Reading “Fallen Too Far” by Abbi Glines gives you that same feeling that you had when you were eating those amazing marshmallows. There’s nothing boring about this book! It’s basically a sensory overload of amazingness.
Blaire Wynn has nothing. And when ya have nothing; ya have nothing to lose. So when she shows up to meet her father’s new family in an old pick up truck with nothing but a suitcase and a gun she keeps underneath the seat, things get interesting. Especially when her father isn’t there to greet her with open arms. But her step-brother, Rush Finlay is…
Rush Finlay has everything. He’s the only child of a rock legend, and has the house(s!) and devilish smirks to show for it. Not wanting to make life easy for the daughter of his mom’s new husband, the interesting and uninterested Rush reluctantly allows Blaire to stay at his house until she can afford a place of her own.
But Rush is interested.
After allowing her to stay in a servant’s closet beneath the stairs, Rush can’t ignore his attraction to Blaire and her Alabama twang. She’s nothing like the selfish bastard who married his mom. She’s strong, beautiful, and knows how to bend when life tries to break her.
So when Rush warns Blaire to stay away from him, Blaire only finds it harder keep her distance. She can’t help but be intrigued by Rush and his mercurial silver eyes. And soon, the son of a rock legend falls for his house guest and things get interesting.
Because everyone has their secrets. And Rush Finlay has his…(less)
It’s the book you’re going to bring to class, and hide it behind your text book so your over-caffeina...more
Fan-freaking-tastic. Emphasis on the freaking. :)
It’s the book you’re going to bring to class, and hide it behind your text book so your over-caffeinated professor actually thinks you’re following along. You’re going to read it in between solitaire games; between filing, between customers at your waitressing job (or you could just be like me, and read to your customers… which they’re not a fan of, and I figured that out the hard way); at the movies; during your brother’s wedding; etc. etc.
It’s the book that’s going to non-to-gently place circles beneath your bleary eyes, because you had to stay up until the wee hours in the morning to read that “one more” chapter. Which will then subsequently cause your friends/co-workers/family members/UPS man to ask about your well-being, while they secretly look up “signs of a crack addict” on Google. And then you’ll probably find yourself in some rehab off the coast of Florida.
But, hey, at least you’ll still have “Unravel Me” by Tahareh Mafi in your back denim pocket to keep you company. Which is a plus! Trust me. With that being said…
I’m not going to give anything else away about this second installment in the “Shatter Me” series. However…
I am now holding auditions for sexy, dark haired men to break into my kitchen on Sunday mornings with absolutely no sh...moreSo for anyone who is interested…
I am now holding auditions for sexy, dark haired men to break into my kitchen on Sunday mornings with absolutely no shirt on to speak of.
That’s all that is required for said auditions. No monologues are required, just so long as auditioners are well-acquainted with the word, “cookies.”
Fantastic! Spread the word, will you? THANKS.
My review as a reader:
After reading this book, you’re going to find your life divided between two categories. Category number ONE: pre- “Wait for you”. And category number TWO: post- “Wait for You”.
Your life will change after reading this book.
It’s the kind of book that gives you the same feeling you have when someone hands you the corner piece of birthday cake. Like you just won the cosmic lottery.
And don’t even get me started on Cam. He’s basically a drool-fest in terms of man-candy characters. I’ve even started telling friends that I am, in fact, in a relationship. With a man named Cameron Hamilton. And he makes me breakfast every Sunday morning.
Okay so the latter half of that last paragraph may or may not be true. :)
My review as a writer:
First off, Jennifer Armentrout should be named QUEEN of sexual angst. That girl can write a scene with sexual tension like no one’s business! She is also an expert of character development.
I’ve read almost every book she has written, and every time, she takes two characters and builds something amazing with them. And I know that’s a hard thing for a writer to do with even one book, because I’ve read a lot of books with character relationships that can’t even hold a candle to what Jennifer Armentrout did in this one.
I loved Avery in this book. She was such a great heroine. And so relatable! She’s smart and funny and witty and awkward. And that, to me, is a sure-fire winner in terms of protagonists. I also am enamored with the way that Avery’s secret was unveiled early on in this book, but with some intricate plot work, we actually don’t truly find out the extent of that secret until the last quarter of the book. And then, when we do find out; the earth, as we know it, kind of shatters.
All in all, this book is a beautiful, dramatic story that is peppered with hilarious and witty comments. And is just… gives-you-goose-bumps amazing.
Miss Armentrout, I hereby give you a *standing ovation*. Well done! If I had ever mastered the whole finger-whistle-thing, I would use it here. You have a written a beautiful, dramatic story and made it something that is most-definitely memorable.
And there are dishes in my kitchen that are about, I kid you not, ten feet high because I just haven’t...moreSeriously: my cheeks hurt from smiling so much!
And there are dishes in my kitchen that are about, I kid you not, ten feet high because I just haven’t been able to get to them in the last day. The same goes for my laundry. And there’s a distinct *butt* print in my favorite chair, because that damn thing really is a little too comfy for its own good.
And you wanna know what caused this?
THIS DAMN BOOK!
Gah, guys… it’s SO FUGGIN’ good!! Like, finger-lickin’ good. :)
♦ “No human relation gives possession in another – every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.” -- Khalil Gibran ♦
♦ Jocelyn ♦
At fourteen, Joss found out that her family had been killed in the only way that bent metal, burnt rubber, shattered windshields, and gritty asphalt can kill a family in a single fatal attempt.
A year later, she lost her best friend to a broken rope and a reckless river.
So, three years later after her best friend’s death, Joss packs up her seemingly half-empty boxes… and moves to Scotland, her late mother’s home country.
She finds herself on Dublin Street, hailing for a cab, on her way to meet a potential room-mate.
And once again, her life changes on a dime.
But in a very, very different way.
♦ Braden ♦
Why the hell did he have to be the human version of a sexually charged nuclear weapon?
On a rare sunny day in Scotland, on a very crowded Dublin Street…
Braden comes face to face with Jocelyn.
And he can’t get her or her sad eyes out of his mind. Especially seeing as she’s his sister’s newest roommate.
And despite the newest, gold-digging model of a girlfriend on his arm; Despite the fact that he’s a business mogul with a thousand other things to do; And despite the fact that Jocelyn seems to want completely nothing to do with him;
He wants her and her heart that’s trapped between mile-high granite walls and her slow smiles. He wants to see her completely unraveled, relaxed after he’s just fucked the God out of her, and he wants her to be ♦his♦.
So he makes an arrangement:
“You and me. Just sex. Whenever we want. No strings attached.”
Notwithstanding the fact that Jocelyn would rather just ignore her attraction to Braden… she gives into him and his “arrangement”. She’ll give him her body for three months, but nothing more. Because she knows just too well what happens when you get attached to people.
But for three months, per agreement, she’ll put herself completely at Braden’s mercy.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he growled in my ear.
“Fuck,” Braden responded, the burr of the word virating against my lips.
“Harder,” I gasped. His lips skimmed my ear. “Ask for it, Jocelyn.”
And then the unpredictable happens.
During the three months, Jocelyn finds herself falling for Braden. It happens without her knowing.
It happens during those lightning smiles, between the merciless laughing and teasing, behind the first time he holds her hand.
Jocelyn finds that Braden is taking down all her walls faster than she can rebuild them. And he’s finding out her secrets and holding them as he would his own.
But every time she tries to push him away,
“Let me go,” I whimpered, my lips swollen and sore.
“No,” he breathed harshly.
“I can’t do this with you.”
“I just can’t”
“Then I don’t accept that.”
Every time Jocelyn runs, Braden will catch her.
And he’ll do it again. And again. Until he wears her down.