Waiting on Wednesday - Stray

Princess Aislynn knows all about the curse. Its magic is a part of her, like her awkward nose and thin fingers. It’s also something she can’t control. And girls who can’t control their abilities have a tendency to disappear. So for her own protection, Aislynn is sworn into the Order of Fairy Godmothers where she must spend the rest of her life chaste and devoted to serving another royal family.

Tasked with tending to the sweet, but sheltered Princess Linnea, Aislynn also finds a reluctant friend in the palace gardener, Thackery, who makes no secret of his disdain for her former life. The more time they spend together, though, the more she begins to doubt the rules she has observed so obediently. As Aislynn’s feelings threaten to undo the sacred vows she has taken, she risks not only her own life but Linnea’s as well. With the princess engaged to a devoted follower of The Path, there are some who would do anything to keep Aislynn from straying.

Does this cover look amazing? I love fairy tale, fantasy stories! Can't wait for this one, it is scheduled to come out in October!



Review of Red Rising

The war begins...

Darrow is a Helldiver, one of a thousand men and women who live in the vast caves beneath the surface of Mars. Generations of Helldivers have spent their lives toiling to mine the precious elements that will allow the planet to be terraformed. Just knowing that one day people will be able to walk the surface of the planet is enough to justify their sacrifice. The Earth is dying, and Darrow and his people are the only hope humanity has left.

Until the day Darrow learns that it is all a lie. Mars is habitable - and indeed has been inhabited for generations by a class of people calling themselves the Golds. The Golds regard Darrow and his fellows as slave labour, to be exploited and worked to death without a second thought.

With the help of a mysterious group of rebels, Darrow disguises himself as a Gold and infiltrates their command school, intent on taking down his oppressors from the inside.

But the command school is a battlefield. And Darrow isn't the only student with an agenda...
There has been so much hype over Red Rising and almost everyone seemed to love it, well that is, everyone but me. I struggled through the whole book, thought about DNFing but forced through since everyone else loved it. I felt super guilty not loving it to pieces.

  • The story was original, which is getting harder when the dystopian genre is so flooded with new books every day.
  • The main characters were interesting, I really enjoyed Eo (how the heck do you say that) and Darrow. I think the desire for vengence and bettering a low state is always intriguing in a book.
  • The cast system was so interesting, colors defining who you are and how you live. It is really sad to think that still happens in our modern world. I don’t see it hard for something to happen like that again if the Earth did fall into chaos like all of the books in this genre suggest.
  • The progress in the book was intresting. I was so unique how Darrow was carved and changed. I found that part of the book the most intriguing.
  • The final part of the book was like Hunger Games on steriods. I really thought it resembled the game a lot, there were “game keepers,” kids killing kids, living off the land and people watching what was happening. This game was months long and a lot more intense.
  • The world-building was not explained. This was a HUGE gripe for me. The author would just a new made-up word and never explain it. It drove me nuts. Sometimes you could figure out what he was aiming at with how it fit into the sentace, but it was so annoying. I love world-building where you learn new things and get a really good idea of how the world works and looks. This book read like a second book in the series, where you were already introduced to the world.
  • I was bored quite a bit, and it was a longer book. This really just has to be a “me thing” because I was not into all the action, the war, the killing. I think people who like Game of Thrones would really like this book. I am just not that person. 



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Lore: Tales of Myth and Legend Retold
Release Date: 03/2014

Summary from Goodreads:
A collection of six folklore retellings that will twist your mind and claim your heart.

SHIMMER: A heartbroken boy rescues a mermaid... but is it too late to save her?

BETWEEN is about a girl, a genie, and a ton of bad decisions.

SUNSET MOON: Eloise doesn't believe in Native American magic--until the dreamcatcher spiders spin her down an unknown path.

THE MAKER: An incapacitated young man bent on revenge builds a creature to do it for him.

A BEAUTIFUL MOURNING: The story of a Maya goddess torn between duty and love, and the ultimate sacrifice she must make to achieve true happiness.

THE BARRICADES: When a human girl risks everything to save the life of an Eternal prince, will their feelings for each other change the world they know, or tear it apart?


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Brinda Berry:
Brinda Berry lives in the southern US with her family and two spunky cairn terriers. She's terribly fond of chocolate, coffee, and books that take her away from reality.  She doesn't mind being called a geek or “crazy dog lady”. When she's not working the day job or writing a novel, she's guilty of surfing the internet for no good 
Find Brinda at www.brindaberry.com .

Karen Y. Bynum:
Dragons, unicorns, genies…oh my! NA/YA author, coffee-lover, olive-hater, tea-drinker, music-listener. Random becomes me. Easily distrac— Blog

Laura Diamond:
Laura Diamond is a board certified psychiatrist and multi-published author of all things young adult paranormal, dystopian, and horror. When she’s not writing, she is working at the hospital, blogging at Author Laura Diamond--Lucid Dreamer, and renovating her 225+ year old fixer-upper mansion.

Jayne A. Knolls:
Jayne A. Knolls lives and works in New York City.  The Maker is her first published work of New Adult Fiction. Jayne can reached at JAKnolls@optonline.net
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My name is Theresa DaLayne and I’m a new adult author with Bloomsbury Spark, an amazing digital imprint of Bloomsbury publishing. Website

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***EXCERPTS (One excerpt from each novella):
Shimmer by Brinda Berry: Draven Manning watched the naked female wade into the inky waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Silent as a hermit crab, he sat on the sand hidden by tall sea oats and studied her petite body, long hair thickly draped to the waist. She held a backpack, an odd addition to her nakedness, which she dropped on the sand. He could have loudly cleared his throat or walked back up to the house. But he didn’t. Not that he was a total creeper. She’d appeared from nowhere like some magical mist formed in a female shape. The wind lifted strands of her hair away from her body increasing the otherworldly feel of the scene. He continued to watch and acknowledged that wishing he could see better or had binoculars did fall into creeper territory. His friends always talked about what a nice guy he was. Maybe he didn’t want to be a nice guy. Being the nice guy had landed him here in this tiny Gulf Coast town with his dad for the summer. He had no choice, because he couldn’t stand to look at the people he’d trusted. They had betrayed him, and he’d pretended it was no big deal. He lowered his forehead to his bent knees and pulled air into his lungs. A deep exhale steadied the shaking. He was eighteen, not eight. It was time to man up. Move on with life. Forget what had happened and quit feeling sorry for himself. For a week, he’d strolled the beach by himself. In the daylight hours, families cluttered the sand so he waited for nightfall. He always returned to this spot on the sand to sit and think. He could’ve sat on the deck with the same view, but that’s where his dad always sat and smoked cigars. His dad would already be in bed at this hour. The girl swam farther and farther out to sea. Her moonlight swim went beyond his seeing range. She was far enough out that he couldn’t tell if a glint on the water might be her head or a fish or a buoy. She had to be an excellent swimmer. Clouds moved across the moon to dim his view of her even more. A gust of wind blew sand into his face. He jumped from his spot and ran, his bare feet pounding on the packed sand. He saw the crashing wave deliver her body to shoreline and teasingly pull her back. Why hadn’t he noticed that she was in trouble? He stomped into the chilly ocean. “Shit.” His jeans sucked up the water and clung to his legs. “Shit, shit, shit.” Waves pushed against his thighs, whipping him off balance until he braced himself for the tide. She floated face down with her hair billowing out in thin tentacles. He grabbed her upper arms, flipped her body, and pulled her to shore. Her lower body dragged in the sand, so he picked her up. She probably didn’t weigh much, but her limp body sagged as he carried her like a sleeping child. Out from the tide’s reach, he placed her on the sand and pressed two fingers against her neck. Not dead. Not dead. Not dead. But not breathing, either. He couldn’t remember the steps. His heart slapped against his chest like paper caught in moving bicycle spokes. People learned CPR just in case. He never expected to actually need it. He squeezed his eyes shut, heard Coach Vorlosky’s calm instructions, visualized each step, and began chest compressions. One push, two, three, four…one push a second how many times? Maybe thirty. He’d barely passed the test and wished he’d paid more attention. “You better not die. I’ve had a shitty week. Come on, come on.” Her head lolled to the side. He grabbed her chin, tilted her head back, pinched her nose, covered her mouth with his and blew. He hovered above her mouth to see if she breathed. Strands of long, dark hair draped over her face. He brushed the hair out of the way and started again. On his fifth round of administering CPR, he glanced around for help, which wouldn’t happen at 2:00 a.m. on a deserted strip of beach in the middle of nowhere. Her loud gasp, sounding like the reverse of a balloon losing air, startled him. She turned her head to the side and coughed out water. “What…” She coughed again.”…do you think you’re doing?” He barely heard her. The girl must be out of her mind, which would explain why she thought a night swim by herself was a good idea. “Saving you.” “I didn’t need your help,” she muttered. He scooted back on the sand several inches—his heart starting to slam again—and rubbed his face. Sand coated his hand and clung to his eyelashes. “Not the way I see it.” His voice sounded strangled and loud. She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. Anger flashed in her eyes. “What’s your deal?” “You weren’t breathing.” He wiped dripping water from his forehead with the back of his hand. “I was scared that you’d…never mind that thought. You’re alive.” “Um hmm. Sure am. Back here on the shore whether I like it or not.” She was all hair and limbs with her arms wrapped around her knees. Between by Karen Y. Bynum: God, what had Lucy done? She rubbed the butterfly charm at her throat. She should never have ignored Natasha’s calls. If Lucy had just sucked it up and broken up with her, Natasha wouldn’t have shown up at Gaston. And Lucy wouldn’t have belittled her in front of the Royals. Her stomach churned, and she clutched the charm. Natasha’s grandmother had given it to her, and she hadn’t ever taken it off—until the day she gave it to Lucy. She swallowed her own shame and ripped the chain from her neck. She couldn’t look at it anymore. Couldn’t stand to feel its guilt weighing her down. “I wish I could just forget you!” She threw the necklace into the abyss of the closet. Holding herself, she wept with her head pressed back against the wall. Slow, gasping tears quickly turned into sobs so gut-wrenching they made her teeth hurt. “You can’t wish to forget.” She froze mid-sniff. The blood must have drained from her face because her tears scorched as they rolled down her icy cheeks. A shadow moved in her peripheral vision. Slowly, she lifted her head. Gasping, she pressed her hands to the floor, ready to jump up and haul ass. But in car-wreck fashion, she couldn’t look away. Fire floated in front of her. Her heart pounded painfully against her ribs. Was the house burning down? Surely not. The flames didn’t seem to be spreading. Instead, they drew down, drew together until they had a distinctly human shape. And eyes. Oh, God, the eyes. They glowed a frightening green, dark and bright at the same time. This was just like every horror movie Lucy had ever seen. Her time had come. Either this thing would drag her to Hell or she’d be acting out The Exorcist any second. She wiped away a streak of tears. Forcing herself to stand, to acknowledge what she’d done, she said, “This is about Natasha. Isn’t it?” The figure didn’t move forward. It just lowered its arms, smaller flames sparking away from the movement. Why didn’t the closet catch fire? “I’m here,” it said, “to grant you three wishes.” Sunset Moon by Laura Diamond: Eloise doesn’t bother sneaking in. Her mom’s probably passed out from drunk anyway. She pads to her room, flicks on the light, drags the duffle from her bed and lets it slam to the floor. The next nine months of her life are in there, reduced to a few bits of clothing. She kicks off her shoes and wanders to her desk, gaze locked on the photo of Micah and her. Her vision blurs with fresh tears. This was their last night together, and he’s being such an ass. He should be thanking her for what she is doing. So should Jimmy. She picks up the frame and removes the picture, then carries it to the bathroom. The sour odor of beer clings to her like a heavy reminder of her fight with Micah. She tucks the photo into the wooden mirror frame on the medicine cabinet and turns on the tub faucet. While the tub fills, she peels off her damp shirt and throws it in the hamper. She tugs off her jeans, then her underwear. Naked, she shivers, though the house is warm, stuffy even, from the mid-summer night’s air. Her tremors aren’t from being cold. They are from a vacuous emptiness that hollows out her insides, turns her heart to ice, and chips away at her soul with each ragged breath. She grips the sink with both hands and steadies herself. The gush of water echoes in her ears, sloshes in her skull, and drowns her mind. Her head pounds from the surge of blood coursing through her brain with the rapid beating of her heart. The row of bulbs blazing above the medicine cabinet stabs her in the eyes, coring out her orbits. It’s too much. She needs something to take the edge off. Now. The Maker by Jayne A. Knolls: Cassandra Francesca Levinsky had been mine, more or less, since the second semester of freshman year. Addiction was probably a better term for it than a romance—I couldn’t get enough of her—nor she of me. Everyone knew us as Brettandra—I know, like Brangelina—that’s how legendary we were—Brett and Cassandra, the best looking couple on campus. In the end, I only drank so much to deal with the sight of her throwing herself at every other guy in the room—and to obliterate the green haze of jealous rage that overtook me when others wanted a piece of her. But if I were forced to admit it, I kind of got off on that, too. Like I said, we couldn’t get enough of each other. I’m not sure exactly when those long weeks of getting the cold shoulder first started. My memory’s not what it used to be. And I don’t have much of a recollection of what happened after we left the party. Maybe I blacked out. The next thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed, my skull on fire. I learned later that Cassandra walked away from the wreck without a scratch on her. She left me for dead, my skull cracked open like an egg. The guy we hit never walked again. Yeah, I felt kind of bad about that, but I’m not in such great shape either. They found me in the driver’s seat, the engine’s firewall inches from the tree we plowed into. The wrecked BMW was registered to me—so as far as anyone knew at the scene, Cassandra was never even in it. The medical report stated that if she’d called for help right away, instead placing an anonymous call after she was long gone, the bleeding might not have been so extensive. That I might have made a good recovery. But, if that were the case, then this story would never have been written. A Beautiful Mourning by Theresa DaLayne: I could not help but smile at the newly budded flowers scattered over the hills of the middleworld. My bare feet sank into the cool grass. It sprang between my toes, reminding me of the many walks my mother and I took together when I was a child. It had been many years since she last strolled beside me. Many years since her soul left her body and joined the breeze of the heavens. I paused beside a tree and lay my hand upon its bark. I missed my mother’s laughter. Her sparkling green eyes and her sweet voice. No longer a child, I ached for her guidance and advice in the matters of life, and especially love. A hummingbird buzzed past me and broke my gloomy thoughts. I turned and watched it hover over blooms and feast on the bounty of the nectar. I extended my hand. The tiny bird startled. “I intend you no harm,” I said softly. It was not only for the mortals, but for the creatures of this realm that I tended to the greenery on which they depended to survive. I loved them, and wished them nothing but prosperity and joy. Yet their happiness was a constant reminder of my sorrow, and some days, my heart did not have the will to carry on. The rhythm of the bird’s rapidly pumping wings soothed my disparity and brought a smile to my lips. I lowered my hand and the creature vanished from sight. It was then I noticed the large cat weaving between the trees. I smiled and stepped toward the jaguar. “Balam. How nice to see you. It’s been far too long.” The middleworld deity slinked toward me. One large paw lazily moved in front of the other until he was close enough to touch. His fur was like silk under my fingers. “What special occasion brings you?” Balam did not answer, which was typical for him. Even when in his human form, the middleworld god had never spoken a word. Instead he simply butted his head against my leg and rubbed his body along me. His tail brushed across my belly as he continued past me and headed to the forest. I spun just in time to see Balam vanish into the foliage. There was no use in calling him back. He would wander in the forests and jungles until he decided to return. When that would be, I couldn’t say. I turned back toward tending to the flowers. Spring in the mortals’ realm was my fondest season. It was, after all, the beginning of seasons in which I spent the most time with Kinich. I pulled my hair to one side and wove it into a braid over my shoulder. My touch prompted tiny purple flowers to blossom in my hair. They were Kinich’s favorite color to see paired beside my skin. My father knew not of our romance, though it could not be deemed a surprise. I was the tender of flowers and trees for the mortals, and Kinich… I paused beside a struggling rose bush as the sun warmed my shoulders. My smile widened, and the grass, which I had raised from seedlings, flourished into thick, green blades. A beam of light focused on the bush beside me. The branches bloomed with wild rosebuds. I stooped beside the flowers and touched their silken petals. They were so lovely. The sound of light footsteps caught my attention. The warmth of the sun intensified on my back. I took one last moment to admire the blooms before I stood and turned to see Kinich standing behind me—golden hair, and eyes that beamed with shades of orange and yellow. He smiled. My heart jumped. His gaze wandered to the rose bush. “Your flowers no longer struggle for life.” I arched my brow and strode toward him. “And you believe you are responsible for giving them life?” “Perhaps.” He reached out and twisted my braid around his fingers. “Without my light and warmth your flowers would not bloom.” He allowed my braid to slip out of his gentle grasp. I tiptoed around him. “And without my touch, the light which you provide would have nothing to nurture.” I walked past him and gave him my back. “Then I suppose we need each other.” His hands rested on my hips and then rounded my waist. Kinich pulled my back against his chest. My eyes fluttered shut. His lips grazed the curve of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I have no shame in admitting I need you.” He pressed a kiss on my shoulder. The Barricades by Cate Dean: Daniel Reed fought for his life. But he knew, even as he ducked the blow meant for his face, that the three boys who dragged him out here wouldn’t stop until he lay bleeding at their feet. He decided to make it as difficult as possible. “Is that the best you can do, Mandore?” Tomas Hurdy, the obvious instigator, taunted the tall boy who had just taken the swing at Daniel. “My baby sister can throw a better punch.” I bet she can. Daniel stumbled backward over ground left ridged by the terra machines. Hurdy probably came out of the womb punching. Hurdy barreled toward Daniel, all two hundred plus pounds of him. Daniel waited until the last possible moment and leaped sideways. Hurdy roared past him, tripped on a rock hard ridge and slammed face first into the dirt. Daniel spun around, knowing that retaliation would be swift, and probably fatal—and ran smack into his third tormentor. Trevor Harp—someone he thought was his friend. Before he could escape Trevor grabbed his right arm and wrenched it up behind his back. The pain nearly doubled him. “Good job, Trev.” Hurdy dusted off his shirt as he stood. “Now hold him still.” Through a blur of pain Daniel saw the long, curved knife appear in Hurdy’s right hand. Panic lent him strength and he struggled to free himself. Trevor tightened his grip, caught Daniel’s left wrist, leaving him completely defenseless. Hurdy buried the knife in Daniel’s left arm, just below the elbow. He screamed, agony exploding through him. The knife was iron—and would keep him from healing the wound himself. “Shut him up!” Hurdy hissed. Trevor obeyed and let go of Daniel’s right arm, reaching up to cover his mouth. The returning blood flow was a small pain compared to the fire raging down his left arm. Hurdy followed with the blade, opening his forearm to the wrist. “That’s a good start.” Daniel screamed again when Hurdy yanked out the knife. Blood poured down his hand, pooled on the hard packed dirt. What was left of his strength ran out with the blood and he collapsed against Trevor. “I think that’s enough,” Trevor said, his voice quiet. He let go of Daniel’s mangled arm and caught him around the waist, holding him upright. “We were not told to kill him, Tom.” “Well, I guess the rabble got carried away. Walk now, Trev, if you don’t have the stomach. I’m going to cut on him a while, make up some for what his dad took from mine.” Daniel swallowed, heart pounding. Hurdy Senior had stolen from Father, lied about it, and been punished severely. Now he was about to pay for the rash decision to make the older Hurdy an example. Mandore moved in, clenching and unclenching his fists. “Tom, I don’t think—” Hurdy turned on him. “You losing your nerve too?” Daniel knew he wasn’t meant to survive this—not with Hurdy using iron on him, and throwing around names. Names Daniel recognized. “Wouldn’t you do the same if you had the chance? Self-righteous bastard had no call—” “She did not authorize this,” Trevor said. “Just shut your mouth!” Hurdy raised the bloody knife, the point inches from Trevor’s face. Trevor flinched, but he didn’t pull away. “You hear me, Trev—I’m in charge. She put me in charge—” “Why?” Daniel’s raw whisper cut through the tirade. Hurdy smiled, and instead of using the knife again, he flipped the pendant Daniel wore out of the way and dug the sharp edge of his garnet signet ring into the left side of Daniel’s chest. Daniel tried to jerk away. One hand fisted in his hair, halted his retreat. “Since you’ll be dead,” Hurdy tightened his grip, “you don’t need to know.”

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I finally got Dreams of God's and Monsters from the library and man, that book was huge! But I made it through in this week!
A family friend passed away, he was an amazing man of God, so we really celebrated knowing that he was in Heaven. I spend the evening with my mom and then got to see so many people from my hometown. Then I went to my Dad and Step-Mom's house. Dad and I filmed our Amazing Race video! I am going to work on editing it and getting it submitted. Man, it would be so amazing to be picked for the show! Keep your fingers crossed for me!

This Week I Read:

This Week on A Flurry of Ponderings: 
Monday - Review of Alice in Zombieland
Thursday - Review of Across the Universe
Friday - Review of Dark Places
Saturday - Review of Belles

Upcoming Reviews:


Review of Belles

Fifteen-year-old Isabelle Scott loves her life by the boardwalk on the supposed wrong side of the tracks in North Carolina. But when tragedy strikes, a social worker sends her to live with a long-lost uncle and his preppy privileged family. Isabelle is taken away from everything she's ever known, and, unfortunately, inserting her into the glamorous lifestyle of Emerald Cove doesn't go so well. Her cousin Mirabelle Monroe isn't thrilled to share her life with an outsider, and, in addition to dealing with all the rumors and backstabbing that lurk beneath their classmates' Southern charm, a secret is unfolding that will change both girls' lives forever.

I really believe that you enjoy a book more if you are in the right mood for it, and I think I was in the perfect mood to listen to Belles by Jen Calonita. I had never really read a review or even heard about the book before I got it from the library. Sometimes it is really nice to be pleasantly surprised by a book. It was like the Belles from Hart of Dixie meets Gossip Girl’s Blair! Mean girls in North Carolina! Belles was read by Julia Whelan. It is 9 hours, 8 minutes long.

  • I really liked the main characters, Isabella and Mirabella. Both of them were stuck in situations that were out of their comfort zones and were really trying to figure out how to survive when things changed so drastically.
  • On Isabella side - I cannot imagine how awful it would feel to lose all of the family I have known and then be moved in with some relative you didn’t even know existed. Plus, going from barely making ends meet to excessive wealth would be hard. I still have trouble understanding paying $1200 for a purse when that is more than my mortgage payment!
  • On Mira’s side – to have a girl move into your house and completely throw your routine out of order would be tough. It would be hard to be told to like someone and have to cart them around every day. Although she really made some huge mistakes with the relationship, I can understand how hard it would be for a teenage girl in a preppy high school!
  • The villains in the story – the mean girls were so AWFUL! I so wanted to punch them! They were really well written. They were definitely fun to hate!
  • The side characters were really fun, the artsy boy, the surfer boy and Isabella’s best friend! So much to love in this book, it went smoothly and kept a good pace!
  • I just started the second book in the series, Winter White. I am just worried that the first book should have been a stand-alone. It seems odd to make a series out of this book when the secrets were let out in the first book. I am “pre-judging” which I know is not fair. I will have the second book to report on soon, but I just felt it would have been a good stand-alone.


Review of Dark Places

"I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ."

Libby Day was seven when her mother and two sisters were murdered in “The Satan Sacrifice of Kinnakee, Kansas.” As her family lay dying, little Libby fled their tiny farmhouse into the freezing January snow. She lost some fingers and toes, but she survived–and famously testified that her fifteen-year-old brother, Ben, was the killer. Twenty-five years later, Ben sits in prison, and troubled Libby lives off the dregs of a trust created by well-wishers who’ve long forgotten her.

The Kill Club is a macabre secret society obsessed with notorious crimes. When they locate Libby and pump her for details–proof they hope may free Ben–Libby hatches a plan to profit off her tragic history. For a fee, she’ll reconnect with the players from that night and report her findings to the club… and maybe she’ll admit her testimony wasn’t so solid after all.

As Libby’s search takes her from shabby Missouri strip clubs to abandoned Oklahoma tourist towns, the narrative flashes back to January 2, 1985. The events of that day are relayed through the eyes of Libby’s doomed family members–including Ben, a loner whose rage over his shiftless father and their failing farm have driven him into a disturbing friendship with the new girl in town. Piece by piece, the unimaginable truth emerges, and Libby finds herself right back where she started–on the run from a killer.
Gone Girl had to be one of the craziest books I have ever read. I remember staying up way late to get through the first part and figure out what happened to Amy. When I finished the book, I had to talk about it, had so many angry feels that I wanted to throw my Nook against the wall. The craziest stuck with me. So I had to read more Gillian Flynn! The library had a huge hold list for Dark Places, but after waiting my turn, I finally got the book! The audiobook was 13 hours, 46 minutes long and read by multiple people.
The movie, based on the book, is coming out in fall 2014. 

  • This story was so crazy intriguing from the poem at the beginning of the book. We start with hearing the story through Libby’s POV and then transition to other key characters in the book, bouncing back and forth between past and present.
  • We were given a first-hand view of what life would be like for someone who goes through such a horrible tragedy. It was so hard to listen to how Libby thought of herself, how she acts and feels, how she lives. Even though she choose to act bad sometimes, it was heartbreaking to hear her story.
  • The side characters in the Kill Group are so crazy that you have to love them. They are weird, passionate and overzealous!
  • I just felt for Ben. So many feels for Ben. He had the wrong friends, was in the wrong places at the wrong times and it seriously lead to his demise. The story continues to build and all the evidence lines up and you can’t help but just feel so bad for Ben, deep in your gut.
  • The mystery continues until the last few pages and I could not stop listening. I needed more and more and more. I finished this whole book in 2 days because I could not get enough of it.
  • I only rated it a four, and I can’t really give you a gripe per say. I guess there was just something that made me love this book, but not so much that it would be a book I would want to reread and talk to everyone I know about it.
**This book is definitely PG-13 with language and sexual content.



Review of Across the Universe

A love out of time. A spaceship built of secrets and murder.

Seventeen-year-old Amy joins her parents as frozen cargo aboard the vast spaceship Godspeed and expects to awaken on a new planet, three hundred years in the future. Never could she have known that her frozen slumber would come to an end fifty years too soon and that she would be thrust into the brave new world of a spaceship that lives by its own rules.

Amy quickly realizes that her awakening was no mere computer malfunction. Someone - one of the few thousand inhabitants of the spaceship - tried to kill her. And if Amy doesn't do something soon, her parents will be next.

Now Amy must race to unlock Godspeed's hidden secrets. But out of her list of murder suspects, there's only one who matters: Elder, the future leader of the ship and the love she could never have seen coming.

Across the Universe has been on my radar for a while, but I never picked it up. I am so glad I decided to listen to the audiobook, it was definitely one of the most intriguing and smartest written YA books I have read in a while. The audiobook was read by Lauren Ambrose and Carlos Santos. It was 10 hours and 13 minutes long. I am excited to continue with the series and see what happens to Godspeed.

  • This book really held its own. It was unique, well-written and intriguing. It was so smart and really made you think. It was like Hitler met up with Star Trek.
  • I really liked both main characters. Let’s start with Amy. She is a teenage girl whose parents are important to the government and are chosen to be frozen to go to space. Amy is sort of given the choice of being frozen with her parents for 300 years. Amy’s dad lets her make a decision for herself, she can either stay on Earth with her aunt and live out her life here, or be frozen and go with her parents to start the “new Earth.”
  • Elder was such a neat character, he has no family and has known for his entire life that he was chosen to be the next leader of the ship, Godspeed. He has to learn about the ship, being a leader and what happened to Earth that needs to be fixed before starting a new planet.
  • The ship is massive and really cool, there are multiple levels, it is like a city within a ship. It was such cool world-building!
  • The people on the ship were very controlled and that was so mind-blowing. This book was definitely dystopian in nature and was one of the most well-done with description of why and how the people “ruined” Earth. Each of the people on Godspeed were multi-raced, the perfect mix of all races to make everyone the same. Everyone had the same hair color, skin color, eye color, ect. Amy comes into play with her fair skin and red hair she stands out so much since everyone else looks the same.
  • Eldest, the current ruler of the ship is tight lipped, but he has ways to control the population. It was so well-written and you had the desire to keep listening because you really needed to find out why the people on the ship act as they do. I don’t want to give away secrets!
  • A good dystopian has a leader that is so awful you have to hate them. Eldest was that perfect fit. He choose to lead the people of Godspeed almost like Hitler. He is actually quoted in the book saying that Hitler was a wise man, that there is discord when people look different.
  • I really thought there would have been a romance, or at least more of one, in the book. There really isn’t even slow burn. The cover has two people almost kissing, so I guess I was surprised when the book ended without. (I am not saying that every YA needs a romance, I just was expecting it with this one)
  • I enjoyed the book a lot, but there was just not enough feels in the book to make me rate it a 5, it is not a book I swoon over and hold dear to my heart. It was a book that appealed more to my brain.

“Don’t you see?’ Eldest says. I think he’s talking to Elder, not me, but I’m the one he’s looking at. ‘The people of Godspeed have simple needs, simple wants. Give them some sparkly lights and they call it hope. Give them hope and they’ll do anything. They’ll work when they don’t want to. They’ll breed when the ship needs it and they’ll smile the whole time.”