A very short while back, my friend Bill was reading this selection and I was pretty sure I needed it in my life too. I gave Real Dan a big shove nudge in its direction too. I figured I would keep an eye out for a $.99 sale or until someone rewarded my oh-so-very-good-all-year behavior with an Amazon gift card come Christmastime and then treat myself. Lucky for me . . . .
But it’s more like where the saké drowns and the comedy porn chases your blues away because Dan got hammered and drunk-purchased this little beauty that he then kindly lent to me. (Isn’t he the best? Answer is yes he is.)
The story here starts with Ralph and Julie, a married couple. Things were perfectly okay in their relationship, until they brought a friend into their bedroom with them . . . .
Then it seemed Ralph couldn’t do anything without his little buddy guiding him along. When Ralph discovers Julie has been on internet dating sites trying to find some replacement smex, he does what any nutcase rational person would do and approaches a stranger to participate in some bad (emphasis on the BAD) intercourse with his wife in order to prove that old adage the grass isn't always greener . . . . but things don’t go quite as planned.
Ha! Who am I kidding? I love it! This story is exactly what it claims to be on the cover: a filthy comedic thriller. What it has in common with Strand’s other stuff? His signature dialogue-driven narrative. He’s one of the best at people doing the talky talky with each other, for sure. This won’t be for everyone – because it absolutely is porny and OTT, but if you’re brave enough to venture out of the “Strand is a HORROR writer” comfort zone, you might find his best stuff falls into other genres.
Undying gratitude to Dan for the lend. Let me know if I ever need to wear my biggest T-shirt in order to hide a gun in my pants for you! ...more
Yeah, you didn’t stop me because you haven’t read anything like this before. The story here is of Millicent and her husband. She’s a real estate agent, he’s the local tennis pro. They live in a coveted neighborhood with their two teenaged children, Rory and Jenna. Oh, and . . . . .
Everything in their lives has been going swimmingly until the body of one of their victims is discovered. And then?????
“Here we go.”
Obviously I can’t give away much more without ruining everything, but you know how I complain a lot about too many twists and turns and not wanting the kitchen sink thrown in to my thrillers?
This truly is an exception to the rule. The fact that it is completely over the top and errrrrrrrythang that happens happens is exactly what makes it so fun. All the Starzzzzzzz (and sorry y’all have to wait until March for it to come out.)
Advanced copy provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review. They obviously know who the crazies are. ...more
You All Grow Up And Leave Me popped up on the library’s Recommended To You feature due to me reading I’ll Be Gone In The Dark – a book I didn’t much care for at all, if the truth be told . . . .
Save your breath. I get it. I read it wrong and McNamara was not only a genius, but also this close to DNA swabbing the perp herself and solving the whole shebang. Whatever. I didn’t like it. I still downloaded this book, however, because . . . .
The funny thing is, I disliked I’ll Be Gone In the Dark due to it being so indulgent and lacking in content with regard to the subject matter it claimed to be tackling. This one is nothing but indulgent and no real “crime” actually took place . . . .
I know. Same here. Yeah, the intended victim (and her mother) were able to fight the attacker off and then he killed himself. Sorry, spoiler alert. Point being, if you are looking for a true crime story look elsewhere. If you are a firm believer that . . . .
Before I even begin, let’s address the newest pink elephant in the room . . . .
“In the most explosive and twisted psychological thriller since The Woman in the Window, a beautiful marriage turns beautifully bad.”
Please note this is coming from a person who looooooooooooooooved The Woman in the Window, but FFS this is like comparing apples and orangutans. These two books are NOTHING alike. Has no one learned from the debacle which was “the next Gone Girl”????
But enough about that. Let’s get on with the book. First, allow me to apologize for not only reading but also falling all over a book that doesn’t come out until Spring 2019. Y’all know I’m normally a failure that reads my ARCs months after they’ve been released. I don’t know why this one was calling to me from the TBR stack, but I picked it up and never put it down until I was finished. And now?????
Oh Lort do I want to vomit all the words and tell everyone everything about this. But I shall refrain and only give you these tidbits instead:
1. It takes place in a fictional southern suburb of Kansas City called Meadowlark (which is the Kansas state bird – so clever girl Annie Ward).
2. There are three timelines: The first takes place in the “now” (2010) where police are responding to a 911 screaming hang up call and have found blood all over the inside of a house. The second is around 9/11 where the two meet (he’s a soldier in Macedonia/she’s a journalist in Bulgaria). The third starts several weeks before the 911 call and works its way forward.
3. There are MANY possibilities when it comes to the potential superbadawful. It could be her, it could be him, it could be her friend, it could be his ex, it could even be the neighbor. The best thing of all, though? By the time the narrative had circled back to the present I was so invested in the story of them meeting and the various things that were making me go hmmmmm surrounding their relationship that I had totally forgotten why there was a cop at the door. For real, it was like . . .
That’s probably all I can safely say about the story before getting a cease and desist letter. I will say that this tops the charts for me when it comes to a domestic suspense/thriller so it’s getting every star.
To prove I’m still a nitpicky asshole, here are my minor quibbles:
(1) I’m not super keen on the title because it is so generic and this cover is ugly. It appears there is another cover option so I hope they go with that.
(2) This takes place where I (and apparently the author) live. All of the locations and descriptions (excluding the town itself) are spot on aside from one reference to a horrible incident at a water park which is said to have happened near the airport. Ummmm, the water park and the airport aren’t even in the same state so I’m not quite sure why creative license was chosen regarding that and nothing else.
But for real. Nitpicky, right? This thing was perfect.
ARC received from Park Row in exchange for an honest review. Thank you so much! I would have never even known what I was potentially missing if it weren’t for your offer....more
I was fully prepared to come to this space and present myself sort of like this . . . . .
Now that I’ve logged on I realize only one of my GR friends has read this selection and she didn’t even rate it because it didn’t work for her either. It was Instagram that was flooded with this one since it was a Book of the Month selection awhile back. What a great feeling to be able to tell myself (at least for a minute) that I read something right ; )
Seriously, though, I’m obviously a lemming and if something shows up on my feed enough (except here, because somehow the GR recs are totally on crack and they need to tighten that game up) I’ll take the bait. I’ve also confessed about eleven trillion times that I either (a) don’t read blurbs at all or (b) only read the first line or two – and duhhhhhhh, I’m a fast reader so it’s not like I really feel like I wasted my life on something even if I don’t fall all over myself about it.
Ghosted is the book that proves I should stop doing everything I mentioned above and completely change the way books get added to my TBR. I immediately dismissed the “when Sarah meets Eddie, they connect instantly and fall in love” because Eddie then went missing and I was super psyched for some . . . .
But that was not meant to be. What I got instead?????
Ugh. This was NOT. FOR. ME. I really want to give it 1 Star because it was truly turrrrrrrrrible and the worst form of tragiporn full of every cliché you could possibly throw in to one book and sooooooooooooooo not a romance I could be a fan of (and trust me, homegirl has been getting down with some romance books lately – and not just the hide-the-salami kind either). I’m going to be generous and give it 2, though, because I should have at least scrolled the first page of reviews and noticed all the 1s and 2s instead of blindly jumping off the cliff....more
“You’d be amazed by what people will do. Things they’d never admit to anyone—not even to themselves.”
Okay, no one is amaaaaaazed by what people will do anymore. Especially in a myster/thriller. Double especially when that mystery/thriller is actually “the next Gone Girl” and when it was released Gillian Flynn was probably all like . . . .
But I’m getting ahead of myself. The premise here is a friend asks a friend for a simple favor (fitting title is at least fitting) of watching her son (who is also friend’s son’s buddy) until she returns from some meetings around 9:00 p.m. And then she never comes to pick him up because she is Gone. Girl. The why behind the woman’s vanishing is not too terribly hard to predict if you’re a frequent reader of books like this, but everything aside from the kitchen sink is thrown in getting there. Don’t believe me? (This is when it gets spoiley so step away from the monitor/put yo phone down NOW.) By the 35% mark the “friend” is not only banging her bestie’s hubs but has pretty much moved in with him as well. And then!!!! THENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN we find out she also used to make a habit of fucking her half brother . . . .
Not to mention the missing chick has some sibling issues as well that conveniently result in matching DNA!
Someone please tell me the movie was better than this.
Following a tragic accident which has left best-selling author Verity Crawford a shell of herself, her husband Jeremy hires Lowen Ashleigh to complete the contracted final three books in Verity’s famous series. Brought to the family home in order to sort through Verity’s office, Lowen is soon to find out just what makes Verity tick. What she discovers will leave readers saying . . . . .
This one earns its Starz because . . . .
(1) Hoover released this independent of her contract with Atria (and Atria was cool enough to let her do it) in order for it to be a Kindle Unlimited option, therefore costing tons of readers zero dollars;
(2) Despite having a loyal fanbase who want all the things, the price point for non-KU nutters (such as myself) was kept to an affordable $4.99 when most authors who have reached this level of fame would be slapping a minimum of $12.99 on the sucker;
(3) It was released a week and a half early just because she was tired of waiting and that made me laugh because I too am a firm believer of the “ThisIsAmericaIWantItNow” mindset; and
(4) Most importantly of all . . . .
CoHo didn’t just say she was going to write something that was different from what her fans were used to – she wrote something so awesomely squicky even Mitchell wants to become a CoHort.
To me, it doesn’t matter if I saw some things coming or if I wasn’t completely satisfied with whatever random thing I wasn’t satisfied with. The fact that this person who has found success via angsty romances was willing to go pitch black and potentially lose allllllllll of her readers??????
I mean, for real yo. You go Glen Coco.
If you too like to experience the darker side of love, this might be a winner. Good news is you won’t have to be one-and-done with Colleen Hoover either because she wrote another not-so-lovey type of love story awhile back called Too Late and the best part about that one? It costs zero dollars for errrrrrrrrybody.
Bought it with my own dollars as soon as it was released because there was zero chance I could have waited for the library to get a copy.
I’m not even going to bother with a review. I am going to say the blurb is about a million and a half paragraphs too long. Do yourself a favor and only read the first one and skip all the oversharing that could potentially ruin the entire reading experience. It tells you everything you need to know before deciding whether or not you want to give this book a chance. Per that first paragraph, I can confirm Putney truly is explosive and thought provoking and it certainly is about an illicit relationship between a grown man and a young girl. My only comment regarding the comparisons to Notes on a Scandal or Mrs. Fletcher are that Lolita was probably too obvious so the “blurbists” chose to mix things up a bit. Honestly, though, Lolita is what can’t help but come to mind – only this version follows everyone for the next 40 years.
That’s all you get. This is a love it or hate it novel and, sadly, one that people will choose to judge without even reading a page due to the pearl-clutching type of storyline. There’s no point in wasting my breath . . . or manicure, I guess would be the case here. I have a feeling most discussions with the anti-Putney sect would only result in me looking something like this . . . .
Quick question: Is the Netflix movie better than this book? My family is going on a road-trip this weekend to murder Ron 2.0 for me play some baseball and I don’t want to be wasting my precious freedom on crap (and I’ll already have a bedsore-in-the-making from binging Ozark, I’m sure).
Despite the fact that I’m a thousand years old and am well aware this book was not written for me, I’m still gonna do what I do . . . . .
1. This child was not in love with ANYONE, let alone 5 different someones. She had schoolgirl crushes.
2. Speaking of child – Lara Jean was supposedly 16, but she came off more like 11.
3. She still calls her parents Mommy and Daddy (and as far as I know, she's not from the South or white trash (like me) where Daddy still can get a pass) and it grated on my nerves due to the combo of her emotional maturity being nonexistent.
4. BOTH of the boys in this “love triangle” were shitholes. Dear Young Hoomans: Don’t date boys like this. They are uggos.
5. I knew this going in (but it’s still my space and I still do what I do), but this is the first in a series that has absolutely zero chance of having enough material to fill three books.
Korede has always felt it was her responsibility to look after her younger sister Ayoola. Not only is Korede older, but she’s also the sensible one, the one with the good job. And while she may not be the “pretty” one – at least she doesn’t have a habit of murdering her boyfriends.
Thus is the plot behind this compact little slice of fun. If you enjoy the stabby stabby over the bump and grind while sitting poolside, My Sister the Serial Killer might be right up your alley for a fun little time killer.
3.5 Stars because that cover deserves at least a half star all on its own . . . .
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley! ...more
JFC I read this one a looooooooooooooooooooong time ago. This was my third Kara Thomas book and I’m happy to report each one has gained a Star on its predecessor (a reminder to all – especially myself – to not tank an author because of one mediocre experience). The title alone had me singing . . . .
The premise of The Cheerleaders goes a little summin’ like . . . .
“Some people say a curse fell over our town five years ago. What else could explain the tragic deaths of five girls, in three separate incidents, over the course of three weeks?”
I mean, really . . . .
“What are the odds that five girls from the same school, all friends, would die within a month of each other?”
When Monica, the sister of one of the aforementioned dead cheerleaders, finds an ominous note and her deceased sister’s cell phone hidden away, she decides she’s going to take it upon herself to . . .
“CONNECT THE DOTS. FIND THE TRUTH.”
Then it’s only a matter of time before she realizes . . . .
“If you look hard enough, you’ll find something that’ll make you wish you hadn’t.”
Before anyone gets all . . . .
Please remember this is a YOUNG ADULT mystery. Of course this gal is gonna get all up in the Mystery Machine in order to figure out if Old Man Jenkins had anything to do with all of this . . . . wait, am I mixing my metaphors or some such type of thing there? Whatever. Just go with it. Anyway, if you don’t enjoy YA there’s a good chance you won’t like this either. But if you do? I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised that it’s willing to go a little dark.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley! ...more
Full Disclosure: I never read a synopsis for this before I decided I had to read it. Full Disclosure 2.0: I 100% wanted this book as soon as I saw the cover . . . but I also 100% didn’t want it because of the cover. Tell Me Lies (from the cover alone) was a story that could have either gone really well for me . . . or gone terribly bad. Luckily . . . . .
“I know what I know. Lust and love erase ethical parameters, and that’s just the way it is.”
Yes please. Even Mitchell could get on board with a “romance” book like this.
If you enjoy reading the darker side of love à la The Rules of Attraction, Tell Me Lies is a book you don’t want to miss. Told in alternating chapters by Lucy and Stephen, this is the story of a clinically depressed girl who fell in love with a narcissistic sociopath. It’s not very fast paced and there’s not a whole lot of action, but somehow it was still completely un-put-down-able.
Readers will be pleased to know that the pink elephant in the room is addressed and that the author doesn’t try to play dumb when it comes to the title. . . . .
But since I am super young and definitely not a person who has Tango in the Night on vinyl, I had a couple of different songs playing the loop in my head. Classics from The Biebs and Brit Brit . . . .
Okay, for serious I am super old but I did totally think of those other lyrics as well.
4 Stars because there was a lil' something something extra added (that I won't spoil here) I found to be absolutely unecessary.
Oh and NetGalley, you can go ahead and decline my pending request for this one. The pornbrarian hooked me up....more
Overdue book review #437. I read this IN JUNE. I suck so hard at posting shit this year. Good news is I kind of remember this one – better news is it kind of meanders a little bit of everywhere so there’s no reason to get wrapped up in the details. Basically, if your idea of a good time is reading about a 20-something housekeeper (with a side hobby of taking bizarro selfies in her employers’ homes) who volunteers at the local methadone clinic handing out clean needles (with a side of looking for love in all the wrong places) who moves across country to find herself (with a side of hippie dippie neighbors and a commune in New Mexico) then this might be the book for you. It earns every single one of its Stars from me for being unique (well, maybe an extra one for that title and cover because that's the only reason I picked this up in the first place). Originality is something that has become almost extinct but Jen Beagin delivers it in spades . . . .
“My husband did not mean to kill Annie Doyle, but the lying tramp deserved it.”
^^^That line right there had me like . . . .
I mean let’s be honest. I don’t care if the tramp deserved it – or if she was a tramp – or if the husband did or didn’t mean to kill her. I just appreciate any time someone is dead and I am given an early copy to read. As mentioned a time or a thousand before, I have a bit of old lady brain so I knew I had read Liz Nugent before, but I couldn’t remember what and I didn’t bother looking it up because I thought I had enjoyed her previously. Turns out I was right because this is the author of Unraveling Oliver. Go brain! You is smart sometimes!
Anyway, I didn’t bother looking her up before starting and it turns out I didn’t even have to because once I started reading I remembered who she was and what I had read before. I love an author whose voice is so distinct that you can recognize it without a Google search.
The story here is about that tramp chick above who gets whacked by dear ol’ hubs. It tells the who, when, why and how – and all by the 30% point which had me a little dubious. But then I remembered that it was Liz Nugent writing the story, so the thriller aspect was just the peel of the onion and the remaining 70% would be all the stinky deliciousness contained in the other layers. If you didn’t like Oliver, there’s a good chance you probably won’t like Lydia or Andrew or Laurence either. But if you did????? Oh such good times in a story that reminds us all that . . . .
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley! ...more
Okay, this is one of those books that I’ll probably forget all the details about in less than a month so I better get something written down pronto.
Caroline and Francis are attempting to rebuild their marriage after going through a seriously rough patch. They decide to take a week away all by themselves and do so via way of a . . . . .
Despite the house they end up with being more than a little cold and impersonal, the location is perfect and the couple have plans to experience some great meals and “touristy” types of daytrips. That is, until Caroline starts noticing little details from a time in the not-so-distant past she’s been trying to leave behind.
This was decent. Y’all know I’m a stingy butthole when it comes to the Starzzzzzz so 3 is good. I liked the slow burn presentation, the fact that both the husband AND the wife were kind of horrible people rather than just one of them, and I didn’t see the additional twist coming until it was right up on me (I actually was thinking a completely different direction so that was a pleasant change of things). Once again, if you prefer a little “Lifetime Mystery of the Week” for your beachy type of read, this one may be a winner.
Oh and NetGalley? You can go ahead and decline my pending request already. The liburrrrry hooked me up. ...more
“You can’t get in trouble for thinking things. Because if you could, wouldn’t everyone in the world be in jail?”
I knew NOTHING about this book before requesting it from the library other than the title. That was enough for me. It popped up on the “recommended to you” front page of the website and I assumed it would be some sort of mystery/psychological thriller since it didn’t have a nekkid feller on the cover (because apparently those are pretty much the only two types of books I request). Having now read it, is it wrong that I would lean toward putting this on the romance shelf????
Oh stuff it, God Warrior.
The book even says . . . .
“What love story ends in a police station interview room?”
“You’d be surprised.”
(^^^^That was probably the point where I realized this was going to receive many of the Starzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.)
Our Little Secret is the story of what takes place during the hours while Angela is being interrogated regarding a missing person. As Angela states . . . .
“I’m telling this like it’s the beginning of a love story; I’m catering to your needs as a listener. But we both know that’s not where the narrative’s heading, right? I mean, it’s bound to get much darker – why else would I be telling it in a police interview room?”
And no I haven’t been dabbling in all the meth I like in my fiction when I say it reads like a romance – because it does. Angela tells the story of how she met HP, and their friendship and eventually their love . . . and then some other stuff and things . . . .
I got so wrapped up in Angela and HP’s story that I completely forgot that someone was missing and I wasn’t reading a romance. And even better? I didn’t care if the big reveal was done with bells and whistles, or straightforward and simple, or a complete red herring – I was able to sit back and just enjoy the ride. Bonus: For those who aren’t fans of the wibbly wobbly timeline, this one doesn’t have it. It’s simply Angela telling her story from past to present with no timehops.
Thanks for the rec, pornbrary! You never steer me wrong. ...more
I read this on Friday while sitting at multiple baseball games in the 1,000,000 degree heat. By Sunday I decided enough was enough with the baseballing and took the youngest fishing while waiting with baited breath for my very own merman to come out of the pond. What I got instead??????
Yep, those are port-a-johnnies. I guess mermaid sex just isn’t in the cards for me. *shrug*
Now about the book. Literary merman porn???? Yep, that ‘bout sums it up. God this was a weird one. I really don’t think there will be many “I LOOOOOOOVED IT!” reactions, but there has to be a level of appreciation when it comes to an author who is so willing to commit to a story. Lucy will easily go down as one of the most cringe-inducing characters I have ever read, but the book wouldn’t exist if she weren’t exactly as presented. Hell I don’t even know what to say. Go read Emily’s Review. I’m giving this 2.5 Stars because the very very very end of the thing was almost satisfactory enough to endure the entire shitshow, I appreciate an author who knows when to say when and this one hit the mark when it came to a page count of less than 300 and the cover is easily going to be noted as the best one for me in 2018. However, I would never recommend this to someone so I’m rounding down. ...more
EDIT: Because it was this book's birthday yesterday and when a book finally gets released that will EASILY make your Best of 2018 list, you float it . . . .
Oh Mr. Joy, how I’ve missed you.
Perhaps the most ironic thing of all when it comes to this author is his name. If you were ever curious where the “Black As Mitchell’s Heart” moniker came from – David Joy’s stories are about as bleak as one brain could ever conjure. As my Bookwife stated over on her review, we pretty much have a Google Alert set for anything new in David Joy’s world, up to and including I now read what he tells me to (thanks again for turning me on to Larry Brown). We most definitely were in full-fledged “This Is America and We Want It Now” mode while waiting to be approved for The Line That Held Us and I am so happy to say that once again David Joy delivered the misery in spades – just the way I like it.
The story here is pretty simple – Darl Moody has been chasing after a dream buck for ages and has tracked him down to Coon Coward’s private property. What ol’ Coon don’t know won’t hurt him, though, so Darl waits until he’s out of town and sets about in the wee hours to do some poaching. The only thing he wasn’t expecting? Carol Brewer to be doing some poaching of his own – digging ginseng to be exact. Rather than face the crazy which is Carol's brother Dwayne, Darl does the only other thing he can think of – enlist his best friend Calvin’s help and bury the body . . . .
That might possibly be the best thing about David Joy’s books. You know there is not going to be a happy ending or that the characters will magically escape the superbadawful they have set themselves up for. I love how his stories are all different, but touch on similar themes of love, loyalty, family, friendship and religion (in the most shuddery way possible). He blurs the lines between what is right and what is wrong effortlessly. Not to mention, he really makes you feel like you are truly in the heart of the south . . . .
When it comes to hick lit, he’s the bees knees. Every Star.
Many thanks to NetGalley for approving me for this one before I stormed your offices!...more
“We’ve both been hiding things,” I pointed out. “We’re the same kind of awful.” “I don’t know,” she said, backing toward the stairs. “I think we’re different kinds of awful.”
The Drowning Girls is about Liz and Phil – average Joes who score some sweet digs when Phil gets hired as the “community relations specialist” for an extremely exclusive gated community. While Phil basks in the attention and settles into his new faux wealthy lifestyle, Liz struggles with fitting in. And when the neighbor’s teenage daughter goes from being focused on becoming besties with Liz and Phil’s daughter to Phil instead, the following is raised . . . .
A question: What’s the difference between a pedophile and an innocent person accused of pedophilia? What about a rapist and a person accused of rape?
Okay. How did I not know about this book for TWO YEARS?!?!?!?!?!
It’s pretty much this . . . .
Meets this . . . . .
And I should have been like this over on NetGalley back in 2016 when the dang thing came out . . . .
The only thing I can think of is that it fell victim to the much overused catchphrase . . . . .
Don’t let that steer you away. If you’re looking for some soap opera-ish good times while doing this over the summer . . . . .
The Drowning Girls could very well be a winner. Think of me while you’re relaxing poolside and I’m suffering heat stroke at a baseball complex in the armpit of America . . . . .
RELEASE DATE TODAY!!!!! (6/12/18) YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT.
When Georgina was only sixteen she thought she had found her one true love in Calvin. Things didn’t work out quite as planned, though, and he turned out to be a serial killer known as the Sweetbay Strangler. His first victim? Geo’s best friend, whose remains went undiscovered for 14 years. Once the body is discovered all sorts of skeletons start falling out of closets.
After reading Creep by this author, I knew I would need to seek out more of her stuff in the future. Good news is, I convinced the pornbrary that I cannot live on smut alone and they recently purchased some of her other books. Great news is I totally broke all the rules about how to act like a decent person and begged for an ARC of this one because stabby stabby in love with a freakin’ murderer?!?!?!?!
I. JUST. COULD. NOT. WAIT. for publication day. But then I was terrified I would hate it and get blacklisted from all ARCs for eternity and also probably receive an e-mail saying I’m the reason why I can’t have nice things. Luckily the first didn’t happen and seriously I would not blame anyone for doing the second. Simply put in order to prevent a whole lotta spoilsies . . . .
“In every story, there’s a hero and a villain. Sometimes one person can be both.”
Occasionally I fantasize about what I would fill my to-read suitcase with if I got to go to someplace like Mallorca and do things like this . . . . .
Rather than sitting in the middle of a sweltering dust bowl of a baseball diamond in Kansas watching my kids play ball all summer. Jar of Hearts is the type of book I want in that suitcase. I’m giving it every star. I couldn’t put the dang thing down and I was completely enraptured by alllllll of the different aged Geos I got to meet. I did figure out the first “twist” pretty quickly, but am happy to report I was a little slow on the uptake regarding the big shebang at the end and didn’t catch on to that until it was pretty much shoved in my face.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering: Yuuuuuuuuup. I have absolutely been singing Christina Perri ever since this arrived in the mail. My family really appreciates when I get to the part where I screech belt out . . . .
DON’T COME BAAAAAAAACK AT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
I probably could get a golden ticket to Hollywood if I auditioned for American Idol.
ARC provided by St. Martin’s Press in exchange for an honest review. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!...more
Yasmin has never really fit in, but after her father died six years ago things really went South. Now fifteen, overweight and friendless, Yasmin spends her free time merely as an observer of those around her. Specifically Alice . . . .
“Keep Calm and Carry On. Keep Calm and Carry On Loving Alice.”
That is how she notices someone else appears to be watching Alice as well – only that someone has been doing it from the woods near the school . . . .
She knows Alice is going to be taken. The only question is, can she save her?
Okay, y’all know what YA means right??? Good lorty lort how I do love a book marketed towards kids that’s jacked up enough to satisfy super weirdo adults like myself – and more specifically Mitchell. After reading too many pornies, chick lit and domestic thrillers for his liking, Mitchell insisted he get a turn to play Jesus and take the wheel when it came to our next read. And now he says . . . .
I say please disregard that statement because the things he Googles are truly terrifying. I do have this to say about Tasha Kavanagh and Things We Have In Common . . . . .
If you’ve been missing reading about a delusional, obsessed stalker written in second person narrative, this might be a story for you. Don't let the YA moniker hold you back....more
This is one of those times where the blurb name dropping might be a curse. If readers go into this expecting something warped like Gillian Flynn, there will be a lot of disappointed faces on the intertubes (except for one scene that had Mitchell like awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww yeah!!!!). I also get the idea of the comparison to Donna Tartt because Tara Isabella Burton has a distinct writing style, but once again it’s not very accurate. Why all the bells and whistles? Why not only say exactly what this is and leave it at that? In case you don’t know what the “that” is let me scream it out for you: Social Creature is a A MODERNIZATION OF THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY - (but with 100% more vaginas).
Louise meets Lavinia and gets swept up into a lifestyle of champagne and endless parties. She becomes Lavinia’s “pet” of sorts – someone to groom, dress up, show how the other half lives. But Louise can’t afford Lavinia’s lavish lifestyle and even though Lavinia always means well and plans on picking up the tab, cab fare, etc., it doesn’t always work out that way. When Louise’s real life world starts falling apart and the shine wears off their new friendship revealing some truths, desperate measures are taken.
Social Creature is what would happen if this . . . .
And this . . . .
And this . . . .
Had a baby. Now you can decide if you want to read it.
ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. Thank you, NetGalley! ...more
“Misunderstandings don’t happen when a situation is black and white. They only happen when there are shades of gray, when there could be two different versions of the same damn thing.”
Have domestic thrillers always been a thing? Probably so. I just didn’t know the term until recently. Either way, I dig ‘em.
The Wife is a “ripped from the headlines” kind of tale about Jason, an economics geek turned media darling, who is accused of inappropriate behavior by an intern. It doesn’t take long before skeletons start to tumble out of his closet and another woman steps forward to accuse him of rape. Angela is faced with a terrible decision – stay as quiet as possible so her own history doesn’t get figured out and brought to public attention or stand up for her husband and risk everyone finding out about everything regarding her personal life.
I’m not going to say much more, because the whole point in these Lifetime Movie Mystery Channel types of stories is to be able to read them without being spoiled. I will say that although I have a couple of his novels on the “hysterectomy shelves” I have never read James Lee Burke before so I can’t compare his stuff to his daughter’s. I will also say that I thought Alafair was quite possibly an old British dude’s name, so I didn’t even have a clue that she was a she before picking this up, let alone the fact that she's related to a famous writer. Nope, I put stuff on hold simply due to the fact that I'm a lemming and once my friends start reading a book I don't want to feel left out ; )
Per usual with this style of book, you really have to suspend disbelief. But that’s what makes it fun. The 4 Stars are strictly for the page turnability (new word) factor. With warm weather (maybe???) finally upon us, this is a sure hit for vacationers who like to read a bit of the stabby rather than steamy as they play my favorite summertime game . . . . .
Young Jane Young is the story about the before, during and after when it comes to an affair that will sound pretty familiar to many of you . . . .
I’m not a huge reader of “Chick Lit,” but not for any real good reason other than I tend to steer myself toward stuff that’s a little darker and I don’t enjoy being emotionally manipulated. Young Jane Young was more than likely a winner for me because it didn’t try to make me have all the feelz and it didn’t try to create a victim/perp environment either. It was simply the story of what became of a young woman who had an affair with a public figure.
Aviva’s mother, Jane, Jane’s daughter, the congressman’s wife and Aviva all took a turn at telling Jane’s (or Aviva – depending if you knew her before or after the affair) story and not even strangers on the street kept their opinion of the matter to themselves. From the humorous recounting of Aviva's goings on by a stereotypical “Jewish mother,” to pen-pal correspondence between two young teenagers when Jane’s daughter finds out who her mother used to be, to a unique co-narrator in the form of a parrot that remains firmly perched on the congressman’s wife’s shoulder, to a “choose your own adventure” type of retelling by Aviva herself - Young Jane Young is, if nothing else, an extremely readable story. Maybe more so to people of my generation since it brought back all of the memories of a President who will probably go down in the history books as one of the good ones, if for no other reason than his humanitarian efforts, and his intern who eventually found success as a designer and most recently as an activist, but who both gave many of us a severe case of the squicks when their scandal broke.
It seems nowadays sex scandals and affairs are a dime a dozen, but in reality it’s definitely nothing new. Hell, I was raised in a good old-fashioned Catholic household which featured the “Holy Trinity” of portraits on the wall . . . .
We’ve been forgiving political adulterers for ages! ...more
The Rabbit Factory got added to my TBR due to David Joy’s recommendation. I don’t know if you’ve had the privilege of experiencing Mr. Joy’s stuff, but if you like it dark and gritty his books top the charts. I’m a charter member in the Church of Joy and after reading not only his own works, but now also his recommendations, I know if he’s passing out the Kool-Aid my response will definitely be . . . .
The library only had the audio version, but that was alright because I listened to this while sitting at this . . . .
To say The Rabbit Factory is a one-of-a-kind type of story is an understatement. I’ve been racking my brain trying to come up with something to compare it to and the closest thing I can think of is Pulp Fiction, but in the most generic manner possible. There’s 100 chapters and about eleventy-three characters that you follow - some who know some others, some who will interact with some others, some who are just thrown in there to keep you guessing maybe because they don’t have anything to do with the others. None of them are real pillars of society – and some are downright criminals and lowlifes, but when you mix them all together into a story without either a real beginning or ending, somehow it’s magic.
This one gets all the Stars and I’d give it a bonus 5 if I could for Tom Stechschulte’s narration. Simply brilliant. Dick lit at its finest and proof that cyberstalking pays off! Now someone approve me over at NetGalley for David Joy’s new book before I go apeshit on yo ass . . . .
If you want an actual review, go to Deanna’s immediately because there is going to be nothing informative here and also because she’s the reason I read this in the first place so she deserves all the credit.
I had heard of Tiffany Reisz awhile back when a whole bunch of perverts were reading this really super porny porn and trying to push me into reading it too. My reaction to what was sold to me as a bdsm/erotica/art story????
I’m woman enough to admit it. I steered clear of The Red, but never forgot Tiffany Reisz’s name. When I saw The Lucky Ones wasn’t a fail for Deanna I figured this might be the story for me to try. And boy was it!!!
Let me take you on a trip on the wayback machine when I was just a bitty one. No longer in need of picture books or intimidated by a large page count, a young Kelly went venturing into her mother’s room for library selections which resided on the nightstand. It is there she discovered worlds and characters built by literary geniuses such as Jackie Collins and Danielle Steele! Oh what stories they told – just like her favorite television programs Dallas, Dynasty, Knots Landing, etc. Young Kelly couldn’t wait to tell her mother what a good time she was having . . . .
But Kelly’s mother was like . . . .
Which made young Kelly say . . . .
Until young Kelly’s mother told her it was time for her to get her very own public library card so she could check out more age appropriate stories. And what did young Kelly choose? A little gem called Flowers in the Attic that I guarantee would not stand the test of time and that I read waaaaaaay before Al Gore invented the interwebs so you’ll just have to read Nick’s Review instead to see how it made me feel. Young Kelly’s reaction to that story was very much like . . . . .
And she read the entire V.C. Andrews series over and over and over until they completely fell apart.
The Lucky Ones may not be a great book, but Tiffany Reisz definitely writes well. It was certainly a grown-up version of my childhood fave and even included a bit of mystery that I didn’t figure out halfway through so that was a bonus. ...more
I’ve come to the conclusion that there are two types of grown women in the world. Those who love Disney and all of its princesses and then there’s me . . . .
I don’t understand how the other half thinks and they probably feel the same about me. That being said, I requested this from the library after seeing it being equated to “a female version of Jack Sparrow” which had me immediately going . . . .
If I had known I was getting a Disney princess story I wouldn’t have wasted my time. Especially if I had known it was going to remind me of the most vapid of them all . . . .
Who doesn’t turn out to be a mermaid, but instead is . . . .
Just kidding. She ends up being part siren. Buuuuuuuuut you don’t find that out until you’re a goodly chunk into the story because we’re too busy finding out this crap is going to be a kissing book which had me all like . . . .
And also saying things like . . . .
When bitch can take a bloodied lip, but god forbid the bad guy decides to cut off her fiery red locks (because OF COURSE she has red hair). Not to mention rather than kicking ass like a real pirate, this chick relies on her feminine wiles and opts to seduce multiple male characters which left me all . . . . .
FFS – in case you didn’t get the message – TIME’S SUPPOSED TO BE UP. Why don’t you female authors get on board and stop writing stupid bimbos and instead write some stabby ones. I have been so impressed with the Young Adult genre recently. This one was like taking twelve steps back. Oh, and OF COURSE it’s a series . . . .
Here's another overdue book review for your viewing displeasure. I just realized I read this on Valentine's Day. Ha! No wonder my husband didn't get any play!!!
I wanted to read Gods and Monstersimmediately. First, dat cover . . . .
He makes me want to bend it like Beckham!!!!
Second, dat title which noted below had me all like . . . .
And third, dat - okay, that’s just not me I can’t do it anymore - THAT synopsis which was so very . . . . .
But since this was a dirty book it would have 100% more penetration than ol’ Romeo & Juliet ever had. I was sure I was going to love it. And then?????
Dude and dudette did run away together à la Romes and Jules, but things went off the rails completely when they decided revenge on the Montagues and Capulets . . . I mean their parents should come in the form of engaging in copious amounts of sex without protection despite being broke as a joke and completely incapable of taking care of themselves, yet alone a tiny human, and when that wasn’t enough starring in a porno together. In the immortal words of Sir Charles Barkley, there’s only one thing to say about this book. It’s . . . . .
I actually highlighted a bunch of stuff and made a bevy of notes about what a horrible experience I was having, but I think this one sums everything up . . . .
“Good lord, this thing is like a 14-year old’s wet dream.”
Oh, and all the sex????? Too bad it made me picture this . . . .
Blergh. I hope they called one of those crime scene types of cleaning crews in to remove all the snail trails from their roommate’s apartment for him!
Thanks again to my Book Fairy for gifting me this one. Sorry I hated it!
This book has been showing up all over my feed for the past couple of weeks (even though only one friend has read it). NA is most definitely not usually a hit for me, but I knew I would eventually have to give in on this one if for no other reason than to get THIS from playing on a loop in my head . . . .
This morning I woke up to an Amazon email notifying me a friend had bought it for me. On her own, without me begging, heck without it even being on my TBR. Don't let the haters tell you otherwise. Goodreads is home to some amazing humans.
Thank you again Book Fairy!!!! I was supposed to be finishing God-Shaped Hole today, but I think I'm going to bump "Porny Saturday" up a day instead ; )...more
The gin joint is the “High-Ho” in Belleville, Delaware. The she is Polly. When Polly meets Adam they both claim to be simply passing through town. Somehow they both end up working at the High-Ho. She as a waitress/he as a short order cook. Their attraction to each other is impossible to hide. Who they each truly are appears to be easier to conceal. Someone is pulling a long con. But who?
“Maybe everybody lies, all the time.”
This was noirtastic!!! It’s definitely a story where the less said the better, so save yourself from spoilers. Also be prepared for some characters you will find truly TURRRRRRRIBLE. I won’t blame anyone from wanting to shy away or feeling like they need to put this one down, but if you stick it out to the end EVERYTHING comes together. Mitchell says that disclaimer doesn’t even make any sense to him because he thought this about Sunburn . . . .
Laura Lippman is a new-to-me author. I'll definitely be checking out more of her stuff in the future.
Many thanks to my favorite curmudgeon for being my book fairy on this one and saving me from the endless library wait list!...more