I haven’t done one of these in a while…and it figures the first one I’m going to do has literally nothing to do with books!
I’m just contrary that way, I suppose.
So, really this is just a quick tag to talk about myself. Do I like to get high and watch Scooby Doo? Yes! Do I know how to immigrate someone into Canada? Yes, again!
I have so many layers. My plot thickens…
Ugh, no. Forget I said that. Just read on for a few tidbits about me and forget about my pot or how thick it is.
Continue reading ““Anything But Books” Tag”
This is just an OK book about O.J. Simpson.
Oh, I’m sorry, it’s not about O.J. Simpson? He’s just talked about incessantly?
So, this is a pretty good suspense-mystery that is not about O.J. Simpson.
But who are we kidding? There really is no O.J. mystery.
He did it.
Black-Eyed Susans follows Tessa, the only surviving victim of a serial killer. Known as “the lucky one”, her body was left in a ditch covered in the ominous yellow flowers and surrounded by the remains of three other women. Now 32, with a daughter, and a life she’s scraped together with determination and strength, Tessa has to face the consequences of the testimony she gave at her accused killer’s trial…because she’s not totally convinced the right man is behind bars.
But just like everyone else in the history of mystery novels, the bitch has amnesia and can’t remember what happened to her. Dun dun dunnnn…
With the execution looming, Tessa teams up with the inmate’s lawyers and forensic experts, to find the truth. Who were the other victims? Is her killer still free? Where did her best friend disappear to fifteen years ago? And who keeps planting black-eyed-susans in her garden?
And ALSO, just what do Americans think Canadian bacon is?
Continue reading “Review: Black-Eyed Susans by Julia Heaberlin”
Happy Sunday, y’all! How were your weekends? Let me tell you about mine…
Saturday I hit up the Book Outlet with my mom in St. Catharines. They were having their annual box sale. What’s a box sale you might ask?! Well!!! It’s where they give a giant box like you’re moving, and you get to fill it with books for $35!
I know, it’s amazing. And I wish I could have taken you all with me. I might do a post about my spoils later.
For now though, I’ve got all these new books (and hundred of others I already had boxed away) and still no real place to put them. Damn housing renovations take so long! I wish everything went as fast as an hour episode of something on HGTV.
So let’s take a few minutes to appreciate the beautiful book nooks people are creating for themselves. Drool and envy and daydream, lovers!
Continue reading “Book Nook Sunday: 03.18.18”
I love this idea, created by It’s Book Talk. It’s a way to share books we love that were read forever ago, that maybe didn’t get a review posted. Or to highlight books still sitting in our TBRs that have been there a while…
…I have a lot of those, because I’m super talented at buying books and finding new books that I want to read, but my ability to read them at the same rate is like a ratio of 100:1.
It’s the thought that counts, or something…
Continue reading “#ThrowbackThursday: 3.15.18”
Hey guys, me again, your resident…I don’t know? Your resident n00b book blogger? That’s probably the most accurate.
Long time no post. And by that I mean, it’s been four days. But it’s March Break here and my stepkids are out of my house, so Husband and I have to take advantage of our conditional freedom.
I am a childless stepmother. I’m eight years younger than my husband. And I have to say, it really is a huge shock to the system to go from living alone to living with a man and his children and to no longer be able to walk to the bathroom without pants on, or have sex as loud as you like, or take a shower with the door open (my cat particularly hates this one.) So, when the house is empty, we live it up. No pants, like, ever. I was in the kitchen without pants on last night. The kitchen! Do you know the last time I did that? It’s been literal centuries.
Continue reading “Booknerd Wednesday: WWW Edition”
It’s my birthday and I’m King of the World!
Okay, it’s not my birthday, nor am I a king, but that’s how this book makes me feel.
I’m not going to shame other people for their opinions on this one, but I will say if you didn’t like it, I truly believe you missed the beauty of what Riley Sager did here.
But, still, no judgement. I respect you all, I’m just a little bit in love with this novel.
At Pine Cottage, ten years earlier, Quincy Carpenter emerges from the woods, bloody and screaming, the only survivor of a murderous massacre. We’re talking slasher-flick-sized proportions. The only problem is, Quincy has repressed all memories of that night. She has no idea what happened.
By surviving this horrific event, Quincy becomes a member of a very exclusive club, dubbed in the media as The Final Girls.
“Final girls is film-geek speak for the last woman standing at the end of a horror movie.”
Continue reading “Review: Final Girls by Riley Sager”
Let me be real with you for a minute: I’m so far behind in my Netgalley reviews.
Just so, so far.
I’m feeling pretty guilty about it.
Not to make excuses for myself, but I’m going to make excuses for myself: The last quarter of 2017 just got away from me.
It’s as if everyone in my family has birthdays and anniversaries in the same three months of the year, except for maybe four people – and that is not an exaggeration at all. I didn’t help matters by getting married in October. Stupid wedding. Then there’s Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas…
I had almost no time to read, and when I did, I was so stressed out I couldn’t do much more than drool as I watched Live PD back to back. Goddamn that Dan Abrams and those tight cashmere sweaters!
Anyhooters, here we are now…It’s March! WHAT!? January took eleventy years to get through and now it’s suddenly March? I was going to go on a diet and everything. LOL yeah, right.
I’m starting to feel the pressure of all those unreads ARCs. And my trigger finger keeps requesting more, bringing my stats down and it’s not a bookish good look for me. I need to really buckle down and get ‘er done, so I’m going to be overly ambitious and announce I’m going to get 5 book off my list this month!
..Also, I really need to stop requesting things from the library. What is wrong with me?
To light a fire under my own ass, I thought I’d share this month’s book goals from Netgalley. Maybe if I put it out there into the blogosphere, the book gods will see fit to give me the time and space, and all the “yeah, uh-huh’s” I’ll need for ignoring my husband, in order to get through these works of art.
This is the story of Jessica Chambers.
Courtland, Mississippi. Population: 512.
Around 5 PM on December 6th 2014, Jessica told her mother, Lisa, that she was going to the gas station down the road. Dressed in camouflage sweatpants, her hair in a bun, she promised she’d clean her room when she got back. She wouldn’t be very long.
She hopped into her 2005 Kia Rio and drove off.
Three hours later, Jessica’s stepmother was frantically pounding of Lisa’s door. Her husband Ben, Jessica’s father, was a mechanic at the Sheriff’s department so the police had contacted him first.
Jessica was on fire.
Continue reading “True Crime Tuesday: Burned Alive”
Nothing makes me more aware of my ridiculous seasonal depression like having a couple days of sunny warmer weather.
This week we got two glorious days of sun and +11ºC. The dog was happy, the kids were playing tennis. My feet didn’t feel like icicles because I forgot to wear slippers around my house. Then, with malice and hatred, the weather man burst my sunny bubble – calling for a cold front with a snow storm coming up from Texas. FUCK YOU TEXAS.
To get to work today I had to scrape the snow off of my car first. I don’t like doing physical labour first thing in the morning. I cried and my tears literally turned to ice. Okay…that didn’t happen, but I’m seriously just so over this.
So, with my desperate longing for spring in mind, I thought I’d do a Book Nook Sunday totally dedicated to bright spring colours.
I could sit in these rooms and read and forget about the fact that this winter has lasted seventy-eleven years so far.
Continue reading “Book Nook Sunday: Desperate for Spring”