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April 21, 2013
Reality of the Soul
Reality of the Soul by Gregory Harold
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
By pure chance I stumbled across a very intriguing book. My fitness trainer has a client that’s an indie writer; like myself, and he give his book to the trainer. To my good luck my trainer was nice enough to let me borrow the book. The title of the book is Reality of the Soul by Gregory Harold, and it’s title does not do it justice. The cover of the book has an picture of earth and that appears to be a comet coming towards the earth, the cover does not do this book justice. I opened the book expecting to find a boring non-fiction book about the soul and afterlife but instead I opened the door to an suspenseful page turning mystery. I read the book in rapid speed, it is a easy read but also a mind twisting, scratch your head type of book. You will constantly question what’s going on. You will suspect the logically but when the mystery is uncovered. Life is uncovered. You will encounter brawling neighbors, manipulating sociopaths, protecting spirits, and regular people who only want to live the American dream and raise their children in a good neighborhood absent of violence and ignorant people. This book should be flying off bookshelves. It is a very good read and it will spark thoughts about life, spirits, and the afterlife. Become educated as well as entertained when you read this book. It will leave you breathless.
March 18, 2013
Candlesticks and Ashes
CANDLESTICKS AND ASHES
Wax just melted away upon my body,
drop by drop,
devouring my every spot.
The seconds were hours of torment.
The minutes, days of sadness and despair.
My body sweats with thirst,
my tongue drenched with dryness,
my thoughts,
no thoughts,
just a long itching of pain scattered in the breeze.
Candlesticks and ashes
lie beneath my feet.
The ashes of deceased beings and the candles that scorched them.
My dream is no more.
I awaken.
I must write.
Review for Fifty Shades Darker
Fifty Shades Darker by E.L. James
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I just finished reading Fifty Shades Darker, it’s like a soft porn movie. Almost every scene involved sex. I guess when she ran out of stuff to write about she added another sex scene. I think ima skip the third book.
February 23, 2013
Take Hold
Take Hold
On the grind to make my dreams come true
The heart of a loin
I roar
As I soar the hells of earth.
I see no poverty
I see gold
Glaring in my path
Waiting on me to take hold
This life is only an illusion
My true presence lies in heaven
But I been shown the delusions
Of the beasts
So I ride my great horse
I soar with the stars
Fighting and destroying all enemies at their threshold.
Behold my might
This is not fabrications
Nor is it hallucinations
This is the branding of a new nation
Devised by God almighty
So take hold of the gratification
And the spoken words
Sent from above
Indulge on the sweet nectar,
The tasty morsels of what I have to say,
I’m speaking to the young, the old,
So the dead in Christ can now
Rise and walk down the path paved,
Arise and see thought my eyes.
January 30, 2013
Midnights Cruelty
Heavy lids,
Watery eyes,
A lite yawn flow in the air
If only sleep could pierce my thoughts
But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream.
So her I sit and ponder away
Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist.
The cruel ness of night,
Laughing in the dark
Making fun
Of it’s vitems nightmares
Demons burrowing the brains at rest.
Feeding off panic
Causing anxiety
Weeping children crying out “monster”
Restless moms quivering to the coldness of spirits dwelling among them.
Men, big and bad huffing and puffing out their chest
Secretly bowing praying for a restful night.
Yet to their prevail
Rest is stolen by low softly spoken whispers that hides in the darkness.
Such a scary scene, a full moon peeking though the clouds.
Lonely souls tossing and turning
A dark evil vapor cirulating the night.
Some miraculous pull tilting us 23.5 degrees away from the sun. And th
e great rotation
slowly thrusting us to midnight.
My eyelids reluctantly drop,
Then pop back open,
Sleep’s fogginess
Overcoming all lucid thoughts
Prickly nerves left behind
No choice left but to drift to midnight
Transits. Lie upon its shadow
Hope it grant me a peaceful night, hope it lock up all its demons.
My eyes can no longer keep open,
To death my body goes
Til the rays from the sun recesitate me back to life.
By: Ingrid Jennings
January 28, 2013
Book Review for Nobody By Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Do you ever feel like no matter where you are people are always noticing you and sparking up conversations with you. You have always been popular whether it was school or work. As if you radiated energy and people were automatically attracted to you.
Or
Do you feel like no one notices you, no matter what you do, no one knows who you are. You have never been popular, people overlook you. You are just another body in this world.
In Nobody by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Nix is a nobody (people never notices him and if they do they forget him very quickly). A secret society has raised him since birth and taught him to be an assassin. He’s actually the perfect assassin because no one ever notices him. He can get in and out of building without ever being seen. Not only does he go unnoticed but he has been taught to fade into the air and become nothing. While he is faded, he can go thought walls, sneak up on his assignments and kill them before they ever know he is in their presence. The secret society was put into place hundreds of years ago to kill Nulls (people who radiate energy to the point that people are attracted to them and willing to do anything for them). Nulls can be dangerous because they are natural manipulators and don’t care about the feelings of other. Nix gets an assignment to kill Claire. Things get crazy because Nix falls in love with Claire and he has to risk his own life to protect Claire from the secret society that raised him.
I think this is a good book for a teenager but as an adult I have to give it 3 out of 5 stars. There was a lot of repetition of feelings and words. I became bored while reading some of the chapters. But Nobody was creatively written.
January 8, 2013
Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James
Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Move over Charlaine Harris, I have a new favorite writer: E.L. James. What an amazing book. It left me in tears.I was introduced to a whole new world along with main character Anastasia. While reading Fifty Shades of fucked up Grey, I’m sorry I meant to write Fifty Shades of Grey, I had to ask myself what would may answer be if an handsome billionaire wanted me to be his sub. After the first spanking I knew my answer would be HELL NO. But on the other end Christian Grey seems sweet and caring in a weird way. He can’t stay away from Anastasia (Ana), he is always finding ways to communicate with her, if you take out the red room of pain and the you can’t touch me attitude out the picture he would be a keeper.I really hoped they would be able to work though his craziness and tears rolled down my cheeks at the end when Ana left dominant Grey. In a way, they made a good couple. I guess Mrs. E.L. James and Amazon will be getting more money from me because now I have to read Fifty Shades Darker to find out the outcome. Women, read this book. It is truly amazing. I seen a lot of negative reviews for this book and I almost didn’t buy it but amazon advertising got the best of me and I am happy it did because I would have hated to miss out on such a book.
January 7, 2013
January Slopjar Book Giveaway
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Giveaway ends February 07, 2013.
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January 2, 2013
Writing to Live by Cassandra Giovanni
Happy New Year to everyone. I am going to start this year by featuring a new author I been following for a few months. Her name is Cassandra Giovanni and she has written 2 books. In addition, she is currently working on a third book, Let the Fates Decide. She is going to share a post with us about Writing to Live and is including an excerpt from her book Walking in the Shadows.
Writing to Live By: Cassandra Giovanni
Many authors claim to be introverts by nature, and thus live a quiet life. I’ve heard more than one person say that writers don’t have lives; they write instead of living—they basically are hobbits who don’t interact with humans. I’m sure that this is true of some writers, but it’s certainly not true of me. I write to live, and thus live through my writing. I think some writers are actually able to live fuller lives because they write. It truly depends upon what the person writes. If it’s non-fiction than they are recreating a world that already existed, so maybe they are living vicariously through their writing—perhaps they are trying to understand what has happened through talking it out. Fiction can be much the same. I’ve met writers who write to try to understand the world around them, to analyze it and judge people’s actions. The issue with judging people’s actions, in my mind, is that you can’t get inside of their head. You will never truly understand what led them to that point. I’m a different sort of writer than this, for I write to accept the world as it is. I write to show the world as it is, and then show my characters gaining strength in some of the worst situations—situations I haven’t been in. I live a different life through my characters and gain strength as they do. My husband once asked me why everything I write is so dark. I think I know now. The darkest parts of life are the hardest parts to accept. We want to analyze them and understand why they have happened. This in fact can create a weakness—one that I know. I’ve tried to understand why people that have hurt me have done so, but all that creates is resentment. It doesn’t make me feel better and then one stops living. You start analyzing everything and then if you’re a writer, you become that hobbit, fighting to understand the outside world, but fearing it too much to actually live in it. That’s why I’ve used my writing as a vehicle to accept what has happened, and strength to strength I’ve grown as a writer and a person because I am no longer struggling with that fear. When I stopped writing as a teen all I could see was the darkness, feel that fear, anger and guilt for what had happened to make me stop doing what I loved. I bottled myself up because I didn’t want those emotions, yet I still felt them—even more intensely than I did when I was writing. It may have been partly because ever since I could draw, speak, write I was doing that and in not doing so I lost a piece of myself. The other reason may have been because I was writing instead of living. This may seem a paradox because writing is mostly a solitary process for most, but when you write for a living, or want to eventually do so, you have to open yourself up to others. You have to become an open book to share that writing with them. I talk about what I’m writing to just about anyone who will listen because I write to live. If I didn’t write I would be that hobbit, analyzing every movement, living in fear and anger. I only hope that through my acceptance of the darkness, and my character’s exploration of how to withstand it, stand above it and overcome it, I inspire others to do so; that I inspire others to open their eyes in the darkness and find the light—to live as I have and hopefully will continue to do so. So, I’ll defy the precedent and write to live, and not live to write.
I would also like to share an excerpt from my latest novel, Walking in the Shadows, which is a young adult romantic suspense novel. It seemed a good chapter to share with you because it deals directly with what I have talked about. In it the main character, Vera, has been given a journal by her once boyfriend, but now teacher. He believes that his job as a teacher is to help his students, including Vera and that she needs to deal with the emotions that she has bottled up from her parents tragic deaths.
“This next assignment is an easy A, guys. So, I expect you all to participate,” Tad explained, and his eyes darkened as they landed on me. It looked as if he was drowning and my body went numb as he continued. “We’ve studied the great poet Shakespeare and some of you struggled with his work. We also just finished the epic poem Beowulf. It’s time for you to find the great poet inside of you.” He pulled at his tie as he saw my eyes narrow. Stupid journal! “This is going to be an anonymous assignment, so as long as you hand me a piece of paper on Friday you will get an A. Write a poem about whatever you feel. Let it be anything…leave no stone unturned. Hate, guilt, passion, lust, love, fear, gratitude. Whatever you feel write it. It can be graphic, subtle, calm or angry. Lay it all out class. On Friday I’ll shuffle the papers and hand them out to each of you and we’ll all read one out loud. And I, of course, will participate as well. You can all have fun trying to guess who wrote what, but what will be more surprising, I believe, is that you won’t be able to.”
At the end of the class I wanted to do nothing more than to throw the journal he had given me at his face.
“This is going to be fun,” Jaz remarked when the bell rang. “I’m excited to see what Brad writes.”
“Do you think you’ll be able to tell it’s him?” I asked, shoving my notebook in my bag so hard I could hear stitches rip.
Jaz raised an eyebrow at me, but then shook her head and smiled. “Of course!” She stood in unison with me and linked her arm in mine. “Let’s see what crazy Jennings does today.”
“Umm…you go on ahead of me. I have to ask Knightley about this poetry thing. You know length and such.”
“He said it doesn’t matter, silly,” Jaz teased, but when she saw my face she unlinked her arm from mine. “Fine, but I have tons to tell you!”
When everyone had left I walked up to Tad. He was concentrating deeply on scripting when assignments were due on the white board, on purpose I was sure.
“Knightley—You—I’m so—“
“Pissed?” he cut me off as he turned to face me. “You think I didn’t know that you would be? I was trying to warn you—I’m sorry, but I have to give assignments that will help my students.”
“You said you wouldn’t let anything or anyone hurt me,” I shot and turned on my heel, seeing the injury in his eyes.
“Vera, don’t say that.”
I stopped and spoke with my back to him. “You might not like what you hear, Knightley.”
December 31, 2012
Happy New Year Everyone
I would like to wish everyone a Happy New Year, I hope all your hopes and dreams come true this year. Thanks for taking the time to read my blogs, I love each and everyone of you. I really appreciate the support!
