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There was a time when I could say I devoured books with such intensity that I’m not sure I can even remember what I’d read. Looking at my Goodreads shelves, 2010 and 2011, at 129 and 130 books each, was peak that time. So much so that recently I’ve purchased books without realizing I’ve already read them, just had forgotten the stories completely. It was a crazy adrenaline rush to say I’d read that many books in a year’s time, but at what cost? As the years went on I slowed down, clocking somewhere between 70-80ish books read each year, and then a drastic decline hit in 2015, and my yearly “challenge” this year was to read about 20 books. Which is actually better than a few years past but something I knew I could handle, enjoy, and complete. Also I started in like, July, oops.
I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to read at ridiculous rate either, but I enjoy taking it at a slower pace these days, although man do I wish I had jumped on the book blogger train back in the day. I think I’d like to have the memories of each book written here for posterity, instead of my quick and inside-joke esque mentions on my Goodreads account. It does kind of suck in a way, as I’d like to have a schedule of sorts with this blog, and if life gets in the way there’s just no post.
All that said, I’m glad there’s still a niche of people who enjoy books, that reading is popular and there’s a new generation of people to enjoy what’s out there and put forth new content.
How do you read? Are you ravenous, do you savor, are you a physical, audible, or kindle person?
A few weeks ago I came across a book cover by Sarah J. Maas and decided then that I need to read the series it was from. So several years late to the game, I’ve gone full tilt into A Court of Thorns & Roses by Sarah J. Maas.
I spent the weekend reading this first installment, ignoring my unpacking and cleaning and dived head first into this fantastical faerie novel. Feyre is a starving mortal girl, a huntress, and the heroine of our story. We meet her when she’s creeping through the forest near her family’s cabin, trying to secure them something to eat for the night, and hopefully the next few days. When she comes across a wolf, a faerie in wolf’s clothing stalking a deer, she quickly decides which will be her prey, before she becomes it herself. Little did she know that the arrow loosed into the faerie wolf’s hide would forever change her life.
Feyre broke the ancient Treaty between Faeries and Humans in that one desperate moment, and she’s dragged from the world she knows to Prythian, and the Spring Court. Her captor is Tamlin, High Lord, but he doesn’t want a captive anymore than she wants to go with him, but the only other option is death. When Feyre awakens from her journey, she uncovers a mythical world of color, music, and Faeries doomed by the Blight, but what is it and why can’t it be stopped? Together, they must race against time to stop a curse before it dooms them both.
I. freakin. loved. this. The descriptions, the characters, the twist 2/3 of the way through. So good. I even put a pause on my original 90210 rewatch because I couldn’t put this book down, and not much as ever stopped my love for the original bromance between Dylan McKay and Brandon Walsh. I can’t wait to start the next in the series, and while I’ve heard that as we get further down the line it becomes a bit of an undertaking to get through, I’m still excited to see what’s next.
Goodreads rating: 5 of 5 stars
Would I read it again? Yes!
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As females, we’ve come a long way, but let’s not pretend that we are equal counterparts. Across the country male politicians are slowly taking away female rights, and we just came out of four years where the leader of our country didn’t think of us as equal.
On top of all that, anything that goes wrong in life, or to us directly, can be construed as a female’s own fault by a lot of our society. It’s difficult and disturbing.
Is there even anything else to say here? Fight for your rights, ladies.
I’ve loved and adored Nancy Atherton’s Aunt Dimity series for almost two decades now. An old friend in high school handed me a copy of the very first one freshmen or sophomore year and I’ve been hooked ever since. They are the literal definition of a cozy mystery, complete with a friendly spector from beyond the grave and nestled in the English countryside. Aunt Dimity & the Heart of Gold is the 24th book in the series, and I might start a side reread for the winter.
Published just a mere nine months before the world was shut down by Covid 19, the latest installment of the Aunt Dimity series finds the countryside village of Finch shuttered by it’s own viruses – luckily for them it only involves head and chest colds.
But it’s Christmas time in Finch and the festivities must go on, at least for those well enough to attend them. Lori Shepherd and her family are attending a pre-Christmas bash at Anscombe Manor, a centuries old, sprawling home that doubles as a riding school and is owned by her best friends. The party goers are equally shocked by the ice storm that keeps them overnight, as well as the mysterious stranger who ends up in a ditch just outside. After making sure their newfound guest is alright, more mysteries ensue as they explore the manor in the night, finding a room with a long held secret inside.
I do love the world Atherton has created and will keep reading her books as she churns them out. Her characters are funny, fresh, and endearing and her descriptions are as delicious as the recipe at the end of her books.
Goodreads rating: 5 of 5 stars
Would I read it again: Absolutely!
I’m not really a book person.
That might be the most idiotic thing you’ve ever said to me. – Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell
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I’ve never read anything by Rainbow Rowell, but I might have to after stumbling across this quote on bookstagram. I don’t know the context but it reminds me of a time in high school where I realized I was a little bit different from everyone else.
It was the height of Myspace, and Facebook had just opened up to everyone too. (Did I just date myself, admitting to being a teenager in a time where one of the first social media sites was popular – and is now dead – and the Before, when Facebook wasn’t even allowed to be had by people not in college?). Anyway.
I was working my after school job and we were discussing profiles, and one of the girls openly wrote on her’s that she didn’t read. And I knew she wasn’t bookish but it astounded me that she’d say something like that. It blew my mind that someone couldn’t like to read, and still does to be perfectly honest, but I know now that everyone is different and that’s okay. But then, I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that someone thought my favorite thing to do was silly.
Tell me about the time you realized not everyone else loved books the way you do, readers. How did you handle it?