Review: To All the Boys I've Loved Before (To All the Boys I've Loved Before #1) by Jenny Han

Read: Dec. 7-26, 2015
Rating: 3 of 5 stars      
Pages: 368
Genres: contemporary, romance

Blurb from Goodreads:

"Lara Jean keeps her love letters in a hatbox her mother gave her.

They aren't love letters that anyone else wrote for her, these are ones she's written. One for every boy she's ever loved—five in all. When she writes, she can pour out her heart and soul and say all the things she would never say in real life, because her letters are for her eyes only. Until the day her secret letters are mailed, and suddenly Lara Jean's love life goes from imaginary to out of control."

What Would You Do...?

So...I think this will be a fairly short post...let's see if I'm right.

I have a question...if you've known someone for a long time...someone who you claim to care deeply for...in an argument, would you...

Okay, nevermind...scratch that...let's try this again...

Allow me to set up a scenario...

There are two people sitting in the living room really late at night.  One on the couch (Person #1), and the other on the floor (Person #2).

Review: The Asylum Series by Madeleine Roux

Peoples!  I introduce to you, the second horror series I've read!


Read: Dec. 7-22, 2015
Rating: 4 of 5 stars
Pages: 310


Guess what?! This was the book I read for book club! My very first book club book! YAY!

Anyways...this book was creepy. Not scary...but freakishly creepy. I chose this book because I was promised chills and thrills and all sorts of horrifying things...but I also chose this book, expecting not to be affected. I've only ever read one horror story before, and it was not horrifying. At all. This one on the other hand...creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy.

Well, there are several factors that contributed to the feeling, I suppose.
1) I'm very easily scared (yes, I jumped when someone sneezed abnormally loud once)
2) I was reading this at night (pretty much the only time I ever get to read in peace)
3) I was reading this in a silent room (it was really, really quiet, okay?)
4) I was the only one in the room (imagine all the weird looks I would have gotten if I had screamed...)

So there I was reading this book when suddenly...*bzz bzz*
I very nearly screamed and hurled the book across the room.

What I DID do, however, was jump and scold myself for being afraid of a book. I mean...what's the worst that could happen, right? It's just paper...

Now, the blurb on the back did warn me of haunting images from actual asylums, but I didn't think much of them. Until this long period of reading when I was beyond freaked and I turned the page , only to be greeted by this girl with this hair with these clothes...gaaaah! From then on, I would always scout ahead a few chapters to warn myself if there was something alarming coming...

There was this point in the book, where I was so deeply entrenched in the book that I was actually afraid to turn the page or even treat the book with anything but utmost respect and care...I thought...I thought...a hand or SOMETHING would reach out of the book. I actually did. I kid you not.

Thankfully, I did the sane thing and took a break (at some point in the book when I couldn't take any more creepy) before I finished the rest of the book. And by break, I mean, I walked around the house and shouted some gibberish, then decided to go back into the book. Of course...at another point...I told myself to go to bed and finish the rest of the book in the morning where it would be bright, and loud, and not a perfect environment to read a horror novel...

The ending...although the main problems that were introduced in this book were addressed, and all those little nuances finally made sense...there were still a few things that I still don't get...still some things that have left me without a reasonable explanation...hmm...

This book really had the creepiness down pat. It wasn't the sudden surprise thing I was always afraid of in the movies...this book had this great build up of suspense, and I was taken from mild amusement in the beginning, to reading behind a pillow...

As for the next book, well...I'm pretty sure I will read it...I mean, it's unlike me to NOT finish a series I've started...but I think I've had enough creepiness to last the year...or what's left of it anyway...I think there's...a week left...a week and a day...?

Aaanyways....I'm definitely taking a break from the creepy. I'm going to read something much less horrific and goose bumps-causing. Something that requires little to no brain power to comprehend...a fluffy, girly, read, if you will...
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Read: June 14-28 ,2016
Rating: 3out of 5 stars
Pages: 343

This started out a bit tame, well, actually, the entire first half of the book was kinda tame, but no matter...I get scared way too easily anyway.

I...was a bit disappointed with this book though, I expected this book to be every bit as horrifying as the first. Now, since I scare so easily, you would think that this would be a good thing, no? Unfortunately, I don't think so! I was bored.

The events that unfolded were somewhat amusing, and the ending almost made up for the lack of scariness, but otherwise, this book was....meh.

I also thought that the trio of friends kinda lost their...connection. They just didn't feel as trusting and friendly towards each other as they used to. What a shame, I quite liked this group. Oh well.

    What is the scariest or creepiest book/movie you've ever read/watched? 

Review: Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese

Read: Dec. 7-17, 2015
Rating: 4 of 5 stars
Pages: 221
Genres: historical, Canada

Synopsis from Goodreads:

"Saul Indian Horse has hit bottom. His last binge almost killed him, and now he’s a reluctant resident in a treatment centre for alcoholics, surrounded by people he’s sure will never understand him. But Saul wants peace, and he grudgingly comes to see that he’ll find it only through telling his story. With him, readers embark on a journey back through the life he’s led as a northern Ojibway, with all its joys and sorrows.

With compassion and insight, author Richard Wagamese traces through his fictional characters the decline of a culture and a cultural way. For Saul, taken forcibly from the land and his family when he’s sent to residential school, salvation comes for a while through his incredible gifts as a hockey player. But in the harsh realities of 1960s Canada, he battles obdurate racism and the spirit-destroying effects of cultural alienation and displacement.

Indian Horse unfolds against the bleak loveliness of northern Ontario, all rock, marsh, bog and cedar. Wagamese writes with a spare beauty, penetrating the heart of a remarkable Ojibway man. Drawing on his great-grandfather’s mystical gift of vision, Saul Indian Horse comes to recognize the influence of everyday magic on his own life. In this wise and moving novel, Richard Wagamese shares that gift of magic with readers as well."

I Just...Don't Get It...!

*sounds of frustration and anguish*

*sounds of absolute despair and hopelessness*

*silence*

Have you ever despised something so much, your heart literally hurts...?  Or maybe your stomach feels like it's had enough of...whatever you've been doing to it, and decides that now is the perfect time to rebel and does all sorts of crazy stuff, and you feel like someone has just punched you in your stomach, and you double over in absolute agony?

Well, I'm having a bad day...and...I'm just going to rant, and complain, I'm not even going to proofread this before I publish, because I'm just not in the mood...like I said, I'm having a bad, bad, day...

*sighs*

The Story Of How I Came To Hate Light Bulbs

Hey peoples...I've been having a really bad day...also, I've discovered a newfound hatred for light bulbs, especially shattered ones on stages.

WARNING: long post coming your way

So...for those of you who don't know, I dance...I specialize in Chinese Dance (extra lessons on weekends, and the tuition could easily reach a few thousand dollars), but because I love dance so much, I'm taking a senior dance course in school as well, I'm also involved in a dance club...yay me...

More Reviews!

Oooooooooooooooooooh...kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay............so....uh....I...I've, uh....been thinking...

Remember that post?  This one right here: No More Reviews!? 

Well, you can probably predict the direction of this post now, right?

Just in case you're either 1) too lazy to click on the above mentioned post, or 2) *insert excuse of your choice here*, I will sum up the post: No one reads my reviews, they skip over them, so there is no point in posting something that no one will appreciate.  So, I decided to stop posting them...until my indecisive mind tells me otherwise.

Well this is my indecisive mind telling me otherwise.

Allow my mind to explain itself.  Take it away, Mind.