Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Top Ten Tuesday #17 {TOP TEN BOOKS I WOULD BE PLANNING TO READ ON THE BEACH}

Top Ten Tuesday #17
This weekly meme is hosted by The Broke and the Bookish.
Hello, everybody! I hope you all have had a great week so far! It's Tuesday so, that means that it's time for another Top Ten Tuesday! This week is all about Top Ten Beach Reads! I don't live anywhere near a beach, but if I did then these would be the Top Ten Books I would take with me to read on the beach! Let's dive right in!!!

TOP TEN BOOKS I WOULD BE PLANNING TO READ ON THE BEACH
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Monday, May 30, 2016

It's Monday! What Are You Reading? #19

It's Monday! What Are You Reading? #19

        
  Hello, everybody! It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? This weekly meme is hosted by Book Date. Every week we share what we just finished, what we are currently reading, and what we are planning on reading next! :)
Let's dive right in! ;D

Currently Reading

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Beyond the Rising Tide by Sarah Beard

Recently Finished
Illuminae (The Illuminae Files, #1)
Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman
No review, but it was amazing! 5 out of 5 stars!

Planning On Reading This Week
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Supernova: Heroes of Arcania by Liz Long

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Sunday, May 29, 2016

Sunday Post: May 23 - 29 , 2016

Sunday Post: May 23 - 29 , 2016
Sunday Post
Sunday Post is a weekly meme that is hosted by  Kimberly @ The Caffeinated Book Reviewer. It’s a chance to share news. A post to recap the past week on your blog and showcase books and things we have received. Share news about what is coming up on our blog for the week ahead.
Hello, everyone! I hope you all had a great week! ;D This week has been a little crazy. I finally got my first job!! I am currently a waitress at a restaurant that's near downtown!!! Since I work until after around 2:00 p.m., I won't be able to post my posts until around three-ish.

Anyways, let's dive right in! ;D







Books Read This Week

Illuminae (The Illuminae Files, #1)

Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman

No review but, absolutely loved this book!! I have never read anything like this book, and I loved how original this was! Also, Ezra was hilarious! ;D {5 out of 5 Stars}

Currently Reading
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Newest Find in Music that I am Obsessing Over!
She Is by Jonghyun

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Friday, May 27, 2016

PROMO POST: Sixth Prime by Dan O'Brien {Excerpt}

PROMO POST: Sixth Prime by Dan O'Brien {Excerpt}

Hello, everyone! Today on my blog, I am having a promo post for the novel Sixth Prime by Dan O'Brien! Make sure to check it out on Goodreads, Amazon, etc.!

Genres: Science Fiction
Release Date:  July 22, 2016

A war brews as a galaxy struggles to maintain a peace treaty signed in haste. The Commonwealth boasts sprawling cities built upon slums. The Sovereignty has placed the yoke of industry upon its citizens. Sixteen men and women are connected in a way they cannot yet understand. A murder of a prominent artist begins a chain of events that will ultimately determine the fate of the universe. Only thirteen will remain. In the end, there can be only one Prime. Are you a Prime?


ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Dan O’Brien has written over 50 books––including the bestselling Bitten, which was featured on Conversations Book Club’s Top 100 novels of 2012. Before starting Amalgam, he was the senior editor and marketing director for an international magazine. In addition, he has spent over a decade in the publishing industry as a freelance editor. You can learn more about his literary and publishing consulting business by visiting his website at: www.amalgamconsulting.com.

EXCERPT
*Disclaimer This an unedited from an ARC and is not from the final copy*
The Curious Case of Ale Euclid
Canvases lined the walls. Smudged and erratic strokes revealed a quiet genius encumbered by a great sadness. The darkness of the city ebbed and flowed like the lapping shores of the island on which the sprawling, light-filled metropolis sprawled. The open space in which the somber artist brooded appeared larger than it was by virtue of perspective and the lack of demarcation that so often defined a room.
Ale Euclid suffered from a tendency to check out from his surroundings, imbuing his personal experiences with a special kind of significance felt only by those who wrote the story of their lives with broad strokes of emotional connection. Nyan proved to be the ideal home for his sensitive soul, as it was the embodiment of a tranquil, harmonious culture. Euclid placed a special emphasis on aesthetics, which made island life the ideal backdrop for his inspiration.
The bustling world around him satisfied the collectivistic yearning of his gregariousness, but allowed him to disappear from the crowd behind closed doors, playing to the reserved sensibilities of an artist in the midst of a storm of conflicting and contrasting ideals. Ale had made few friends outside of the small circle of fellow painters and artists who populated the aptly named Inked District of the remote island of Nyan, the largest island in the chain of tranquil isles.
The outer door of the loft space beeped rhythmically, a sliver of light infecting the purposeful darkness of the artist’s studio. Ale did not move, instead remaining motionless and intent on an almost-finished piece he called Constancy, a magnificent creation of the universe reduced by darkness and light battling toward an inevitable end.
Yet, it remained unfinished.
Footsteps crossed the room, approaching the disheveled figure with a splattered brush in hand. “Ale? Are you not ready?”
Ale thought of himself as a quiet, friendly, sensitive, and kind friend. He tried to enjoy the present moment, paying special attention to the joy around him. However, he went to great lengths to carve out his own space, undisturbed mental and physical space where his art could take form. The intrusion, though expected, made him prickle slightly in irritation.
“Mian, you’re early.” He continued to look at his work.
Long and thin like Ale, Mian had gorgeous dark hair that she pulled back into a tight, attractive bun, framing her symmetrical features. The musculature of her legs rippled beneath a thin dress as he shifted her weight from one leg to another. “They are already setting up. Some potential buyers have started to trickle in.”
He sighed. Ale desired only for space and time, much like all of the celestial beings decaying on a molecular level throughout the universe. However, he had made a commitment to Mian, and to the rich of the Ink District, for his artwork to be displayed such that it could be probed and critiqued, purchased and traded like bartered goods.
“I don’t wish to argue, Mian.”
“You’ll find no argument from me, Ale.” She stepped closer to Constancy and pressed a hand to her chest. “This is so evocative. It makes me feel so alone, yet entombed within it.”
Ale stepped forward and applied a single stroke at the center of the canvas, a brush of crimson in the swirling darkness. With a sigh, he stepped away from the painting and pulled a burgundy jacket from a skeletal chair tagged with splotches of color. “This was the last one. We can be social now, as you wish.”
Mian smiled and grabbed the edges of the painting carefully.
Ale placed a hand on hers. “Not this one.”
She looked at him. “Then why did we wait for you to finish it?”
He walked out ahead of her. “I didn’t say it was finished.”

THE AEROPOSTLE GALLERY was lit such that every imperfection was revealed; as such, women painted away their flaws, filling in the gaps so the masks they wore would appear unbroken beneath the harsh luminance. Ale held the door open for Mian, extending an arm as a gentlemanly gesture.
Mian nodded, her features tight as she did so.
Whitewashed features marred by campy paint identified the elite of Nyan, those who would be willing to part with resources for art as a means of solidifying their place in the hierarchy. Some clapped as Euclid entered; others raised a sparkling drink that cost more than the wage of for helium miners on the many moons of Sedecim.
Ale dipped his head.
He moved through the crowd, shaking hands and making small talk, mostly about the state of art in the Inked District and his future projects. You see, Euclid had begun to make a name for himself in Nyan; there was talk of a dispensation from the Commonwealth for his work. He avoided talk of the looming avarice between the Commonwealth and the Sovereignty.
As he gestured toward a gargantuan canvas that depicted a range of colors in an orderly and algorithmic fashion, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Red eyes, flittering in and out of focus, watched him from the shadows.
It gave him pause.
Staring into the darkness, his mouth open, it was not until one of the waxen elite of Nyan cleared his throat did Ale realize that he had stopped mid-sentence in his explanation. “Pardon me, where was I?”
A well-oiled mustache and a single line of azure hair traced back over old skin. Dull brown eyes watched Ale as moist lips and uneven teeth hindered the hard syllables of the man’s speech. “This painting. Why is it so organized? Is art no meant to convey the liberation and lack of inhibition of the soul?”
Ale dreaded this part of being an artist, pontificating at length about his process. In many ways, it was his worst nightmare: having to listen to rude people criticize his personal choices, as well as his art, for prolonged periods of time. None of them seemed to understand how connected an artist was to his work; Ale’s artwork was intrinsically tied to his identity.
“Art is expression, but expression need not be disorganized. I find my inspiration in the orderliness of the universe.”
Another movement caught his attention from the shadows, as if a long coat dusted the edges of the darkness, making a kaleidoscope of fractals; it was the same effect from rubbing one’s eyes too hard.
Another clearing of the throat: this time from the angular and painted clown that hung on the man’s arm. “I find this piece so…dull. Don’t you, honey?” she said, batting her absurdly large fake eyelashes as if to accent her ignorance.
Ale collected himself, not wishing to create conflict despite her snide attitude. “It is meant to be simple; dull might be a consequence for people who lack a certain kind of imagination when they try to experience the work.”
The man snorted and the woman moved on, her attention drawn to an aesthetically pleasing member of the wait-staff with pants that were far too tight. Ale smiled weakly as they moved on, and Mian moved in close, handing him a stout glass of amber-colored liquid.
“You should have brought down the unfinished painting. I think even this crowd would have appreciated the surrealism of it.”
Ale nodded, but remained quiet, contemplative.
He continued to stare into the darkness of the room’s corner, past the crowds of wealthy huddled around splattered paint upon canvas. Part of him knew that the Constancy piece was something different. It was not so much that he had painted the Void, but more that something compelled him to create the abstraction. While Mian saw randomness and surrealism, Ale felt different.
Order prevailed.
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Thursday, May 26, 2016

PROMO POST: Forestium: The Mirror Never Lies By Christopher D. Morgan { Excerpt & Giveaway}

PROMO POST: Forestium: The Mirror Never Lies By Christopher D. Morgan { Excerpt & Giveaway}

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Genres: Young Adult, and Fantasy
Pages:  290 pages
Release Date: March 2016
Check it out on Amazon!
Synopsis from Goodreads:

Joshua, a young woodsman, is approaching the age of decision. Despite the tales of his father having died in a skirmish with another tribe, Joshua’s dreams are telling him otherwise. The young man yearns for the truth and decides to enlist the help of his village elder to guide him. Armed with little more than the cryptic musing from the ailing elder, Joshua sets off to find the Oracle with his best friend and an imp, who is travelling the land to find others of his kind. It isn’t long before they stumble into a beautiful and ingenious young woman who is herself on a journey of discovery.

On the way to the Oracle, Joshua comes by some curious magical artefacts. Can these help him to find his father? An evil and malevolent creature of the underworld known only as the Goat learns that Joshua has possession of some of the magical orbs needed to open the Portallas, a permanent gateway that links worlds together. Enraged, the Goat sends his dark forces to thwart Joshua and to prevent him from fulfilling his destiny.

Travelling through fantastic landscapes, the four travelling companions meet strange people and creatures alike, and must use all their cunning and ingenuity to find the remaining magical orbs. Will Joshua find all the magical artefacts needed to open the Portallas and free his father?

PORTALLAS – FORESTIUM is full of twists and turns, as Joshua goes on a veritable roller-coaster ride of challenges that will test his courage and emotional strength.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Christopher Morgan is an author, blogger, IT Manager, graphics artist, businessman, volunteer and family man living in Melbourne, Australia. Much of his time is spent volunteering for his local community. He creates visual learning resources for primary school children, which are marketed through his company Bounce Learning Kids. He is also involved in local civics and sits on various community & council committees.


Christopher was born in the UK and grew up in England’s South East. At age 20, he moved to The Netherlands, where he married Sandy, his wife of 28 years. Christopher quickly learned Dutch and the couple spent 8 years living in the far South of that country before they moved to Florida in 1996. After spending 7 years in Florida, Christopher and Sandy sold their home and spent the next 2 years backpacking around the world. Christopher has visited around 40 countries to date.


Whilst circumnavigating the globe, Christopher wrote extensively, churning out travel journals. He and Sandy settled back in the UK at the end of their world tour, where their two children were both born. In 2009, the family moved to Melbourne, Australia, where they now live.


FORESTIUM is Christopher’s debut novel and is the first in the PORTALLAS series.

EXCERPT
Melachor and Veloria stopped just long enough to catch their breath.
Melachor felt Sandor’s forehead with his palm. The skin was still damp and hot to the touch. The infant’s breathing had become increasingly laboured and he was now gasping for breath. Melachor stared at the tattered map, his hand shaking.
“Please, Melachor, we must rest.” Veloria leaned against a grungy building, barely able to stand, with the infant limp in her arms. Her fatigued toddler whined as he clung to her.
Sandor continued whimpering. Time was running out. Melachor shook his head and heaved a sigh as he caught his wife’s eye. She clutched a protective arm around Jared’s shoulders. Both of them feared their toddler might also catch this plague.
They peeked up and down the filthy alleyway. Screams rang out from all directions. Pandemonium in the distance wrenched at their attention but Sandor’s wellbeing was all they could focus on right now.
“This way, Vel” he said, leading his exhausted family further into the maze of backstreets.
People had been running for cover, and the winding alleys were now all but empty. The sun’s rays didn’t penetrate into these narrow passages and a foul stench hung in the air. Shady figures lingered in the shadows, and he felt eyes staring at them from hidden corners.
The rickety, wooden buildings gave no outward sign of what lay behind each door. Melachor knew it was unsafe to bring his family here, but if Sandor were to stand any chance of surviving the illness, he needed to find a Metamorph, and quickly. The pox had claimed so many lives already and time was running out for Sandor.
Although no longer a Trader, Melachor had spent many years travelling from village to village and was a good listener. It was by no means clear whether the legends were true or just tales told by drunks and con artists. But these were desperate times. The map was the only clue they had to help them find the mythical creature, and it had led them to these backstreets. Melachor had risked his life to get his hands on the map and he hoped it was not in vain.
Veloria clutched Sandor in one hand and clung to Jared with the other. She shuffled closely behind her husband as he led them through the muddy alleys.
The family reached an intersection. Melachor looked in all directions, trying to find a familiar landmark, but his search was in vain. It had been too long since he was last here in the Southern Tip. Already one of Forestium’s largest settlements, it had grown considerably in recent years.
“Melachor, are you sure we’re doing the right thing? It isn’t safe. We’re never going to find one here. The trader that gave you the feather could have been lying.”
More screams from terrified Imps rang out in the distance. Melachor, too, feared for his family’s safety. A storm was brewing and they could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. They looked up at the dark clouds stealing what little daylight they could still see.
“Look,” he said, “it makes sense that there would be a Metamorph here. If there are any left, this is where they’ll be and this is exactly where the map says we’ll find one. It’s easy to hide here. I’ve been a trader for a long time and I know when to spot a lie. Just don’t lose that Raetheon feather.”
Veloria pulled out the white tail feather and showed it to her husband. Before she could tuck it away, a short, plump Imp wearing a pointed hat and scruffy, brown waistcoat emerged from the mist in one of the dark alleyways.
“Looking for something are we? Dangerous place to be wandering around with children, if you don’t mind me saying. Not safe for anyone to be outside right now.”
Melachor looked down at the Imp and narrowed his eyes. Clutching at his wife’s hand, he opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. The man stared at him, but remained silent.
Melachor felt he was out of options. He had reached the point that he needed to take the risk.
“I’m looking,” he whispered, “I’m looking for a Metamorph.”
The man squinted up at Melachor and glanced at the sickly child its mother clutched to her chest.
“I don’t know what you mean,” the Imp said dismissively, turning and walking away.
“No, please, help us!” Veloria cried. Her eyes reddened and tears welled. She held out the tail feather, her eyes imploring. The short man paused and looked over his shoulder.
To Melachor and Veloria’s surprise, the feather began changing colour. Within moments, it had turned from white to green.
The Imp looked at the feather and then at Veloria. “Quickly! Put that away!”
Veloria recoiled and tucked the feather back into her shawl, glancing over her shoulder. The Imp flicked his head to beckon them and led them down the alley he had come from.
They followed him silently as he made several turns before stopping at a nondescript door.
After glancing up and down the alley, he pushed it open and led them all in. A single candle cast eerie shadows in the dimly lit room, and a musty odour hung in the air.
A bolt of lightning lit up the alley. It was soon followed by thunder and rain as the little man pushed the door closed and whispered. “We must be quick. He has eyes everywhere. We can’t be too careful. Here, show me the child. Quickly!”
Melachor and Veloria looked at each other with puzzled expressions, but Veloria did as she was asked and laid Sandor on a table. The small man looked the sickly infant up and down and smiled.
The desperate parents watched as this stranger held his hand over their baby and slowly moved it side to side. As he did, a green glow engulfed him. The mysterious light seemed to be coming from Sandor himself.
Within seconds, the child fell quiet and stopped whimpering. His breathing improved. Melachor looked on with wide eyes and open mouth. The man stopped moving his hand from side to side and held it directly above Sandor. The green glow subsided before disappearing altogether.
“You’re a Metamorph?” Melachor said, looking at the Imp.
The man raised his finger to his lips and lowered his brow. He took a step back from the table and, to their amazement, began growing taller. His face stretched and his hair grew longer and changed colour. Jared, still clutching at his mother’s hand, shuffled behind her.
After a few seconds, the transformation was complete. In place of an Imp, a fully grown Woodsman now looked down at the toddler and smiled.
“Don’t be afraid, my young friend. You’re all safe here,” he said softly. He turned to Melachor and said, “But you must go, now. It’s not safe for me to remain here for too long. I must leave you.”
“Our son?” Melachor asked quickly, motioning to the cooing child on the table.
“The child is well now. Please, I must go before I am found. If He learns one of my kind is here, it will not be safe for any of the Imps that live here and I cannot put them in harm’s way.”
The man took another step back and began shrinking again. He carried on shrinking, and within seconds he morphed into a Chirvel. The furry forest animal stood on its hind legs, no taller than a chair. It squealed and sniffed the air before scurrying off into the dark.
Melachor and Veloria took Sandor and Jared and left. Melachor held his cloak over his family to shield them from the downpour. They went down the alley and tried to find their way out of the maze of backstreets. Melachor led his family through the ghetto and into the main square.
Before them was a scene of total devastation. Bodies littered the ground everywhere.
An Imp came running towards them screaming. “Quickly. Hide! He’ll kill you. He’ll kill us all!”
Melachor grabbed the man by the shoulders and tried to speak sense to him but he tore himself free and ran off screaming again.
Suddenly, a blinding ball of light came flying through the air and struck the fleeing Imp in the back. As it hit him, he and the ball of light both disappeared into thin air. Melachor squinted in disbelief. Several more Imps emerged from various alleyways. They, too, were screaming in panic. More blinding balls of light emerged and struck them each in quick succession. Just as before, they vanished as each ball of light struck.
Melachor hurried his family out of the square and towards the edge of the town. Every few seconds, they heard the sound of screaming followed by silence. Each time this happened, a streak of light illuminated the stormy sky. One by one, all the Imps of the Southern Tip were being wiped out.
The family rounded a corner and found their path blocked by a Trader huddled in a dark cloak. He was kneeling on the ground, holding a crystal orb in one hand. The man was muttering an incantation. As he did so, the orb began pulsating with flashes of light and a swirling vortex formed above it. Through the vortex, Melachor could see a field of green bathed in sunlight. The man stood up, glanced over his shoulder and jumped into the vortex.
Melachor turned to Veloria. Over her shoulder, he could see a blinding ball of light coming towards them. Veloria turned and screamed. Before any of them could react, the ball of light struck her. She and the two children vanished.
“NOOOO!” Melachor yelled. Tears streamed down his face and he stood there with his arm held out to where his wife and children had been standing.
Then another ball of light came flying around the corner. It hovered for a second before rushing towards Melachor at high speed. He turned and looked at the vortex over the orb, which was now dissipating. Without thinking, he lunged to grab the orb just moments before the ball of light was upon him. There was a flash, and everything went black.

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That's it for today! Make sure to check it out and enter this awesome giveaway! Have a great day and thanks for reading!!



Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Waiting on Wednesday #18

Waiting on Wednesday #18

Hello, everyone!! It's Wednesday and that means its time for *drum roll* Waiting on Wednesday!!
        Waiting On Wednesday is a weekly event that is hosted by Breaking The Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we are eagerly anticipating! ;)
         This weeks most anticipated read is Three Dark Crowns by Kendare Blake
RELEASE DATE: September 20, 2016

23207027Every generation on the island of Fennbirn, a set of triplets is born: three queens, all equal heirs to the crown and each possessor of a coveted magic. Mirabella is a fierce elemental, able to spark hungry flames or vicious storms at the snap of her fingers. Katharine is a poisoner, one who can ingest the deadliest poisons without so much as a stomachache. Arsinoe, a naturalist, is said to have the ability to bloom the reddest rose and control the fiercest of lions.

But becoming the Queen Crowned isn’t solely a matter of royal birth. Each sister has to fight for it. And it’s not just a game of win or lose…it’s life or death. The night the sisters turn sixteen, the battle begins. The last queen standing gets the crown.

If only it was that simple. Katharine is unable to tolerate the weakest poison, and Arsinoe, no matter how hard she tries, can’t make even a weed grow. The two queens have been shamefully faking their powers, taking care to keep each other, the island, and their powerful sister Mirabella none the wiser. But with alliances being formed, betrayals taking shape, and ruthless revenge haunting the queens’ every move, one thing is certain: the last queen standing might not be the strongest…but she may be the darkest.


Can't WAIT!!!! I don't think I will be able to wait until September! It's so far away!!!  
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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Top Ten Tuesday #16 {Five Books I Feel Differently About After Time Has Passed}

Top Ten Tuesday #16
This weekly meme is hosted by The Broke and the Bookish.
Hello, everybody! I hope you all have had a great week so far! It's Tuesday so, that means that it's time for another Top Ten Tuesday! This week is all about Ten Books I Feel Differently About After Time Has Passed. After some time after finishing a book, I sometimes will see or come upon that book on social media, etc. and have different feelings toward it then when I did when I first finished it. For this Top Ten Tuesday, I am going to focus on five books that I ended less loving than when I did when I first finished it. Let's dive right in!! The links take you to their Goodreads pages! :)

Five Books I Feel Differently About After Time Has Passed
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I gave this a 5 out of 5 stars on Goodreads but, I just remember thinking it was an okay book...
Gave it a 4 out of 5 stars on Goodreads. I don't know why but, I don't really remember liking this book. I don't remember why I rated it 4 stars and if I would give it a rating now I would probably give it 2 stars.  :(
Gave 3 out of 5 stars on Goodreads. I love Lauren Kate's Fallen series but, I remember not enjoying this book. I remember not liking the characters at all nor their actions. I remember that ruining the book a lot for me. I don't know why I rated this 3 stars...
I gave this book 3 out of 5 stars but, don't remember enjoying this book. I didn't really enjoy the second book in this series and I think that pretty much changed my feelings toward the first book. :(


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Monday, May 23, 2016

It's Monday! What Are You Reading? #18

It's Monday! What Are You Reading? #18

        
  Hello, everybody! It’s Monday! What Are You Reading? This weekly meme is hosted by Book Date. Every week we share what we just finished, what we are currently reading, and what we are planning on reading next! :)
Let's dive right in! ;D

Currently Reading
Illuminae (The Illuminae Files, #1)
Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Amie Kaufman
About forty pages into this book, and I already love it! Ezra is hilarious! ;D

Recently Finished
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Planning On Reading This Week
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Beyond the Rising Tide by Sarah Beard

That about covers it! Share with me your It's Monday! What Are You Reading's! Have you read any of these? Your thoughts?

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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Sunday Post: May 16 -22, 2016

Sunday Post: May 16 -22, 2016
Sunday Post
Sunday Post is a weekly meme that is hosted by  Kimberly @ The Caffeinated Book Reviewer. It’s a chance to share news. A post to recap the past week on your blog and showcase books and things we have received. Share news about what is coming up on our blog for the week ahead.
Hello, everyone! I hope you all had a great week! ;D

Let's dive right in! ;D







Books Read This Week
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Review to come for Blog Tour on June 3! ;3

Currently Reading
Really looking forward to reading this one!!

Newest Find in Music that I am Obsessing Over!

Inspiring by Taeil

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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Guess the Book! {5th Edition}

Guess the Book! {5th Edition}
Hello, everyone!! Hope you all are having an awesome week so far! Recently, I just started this post where I give a couple hints at a random book of my choice for you all to guess at. Let's dive right in and hope you enjoy!!

Click here to see last weeks post!

Okay now for the big reveal of last weeks book!
Are you ready?
bring it on emperor's new groove

It was....
Passenger (Passenger, #1)
Passenger by Alexandra Bracken

If you got it right, GREAT JOB!

Here is this week's hints!



This is a young adult, fantasy, fairy tale novel that was released this year!
It's a Peter Pan retelling!!

The Title (fill in the blanks)!

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This is a story of a girl who has spent her life moving from one place to another since her mother believes that monsters are after them. When her mother thinks the monsters are close, she is torn away from once again from their home and is moved to London with her friend who is just staying for the summer with them. One night in London, her and her friend are kidnapped from their beds from shadow like creatures. They are taken to a completely new world, Neverland. The main character is saved by a man who is the captain of a boat, Captain Hook. Throughout the book, she must choose between trusting Peter Pan, or Captain Hook.


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