That Thing We Call A Heart Review

To preface my review, I’d never heard of this book or any reviews prior to reading the story so I was going in very blind. I saw it on the new books shelf in the YA section, picked it up and brought it home. I don’t have a long winding prologue for this review, this is all I could muster today, so I’m going to jump into the book review.

That Thing We Call a Heart is by Sheba Karim and was published May of this year. The novel follows Shabnam Qureshi during her last summer at home before college. She is at odds with her best friend, Farah, after Farah decided to wear the Muslim headscarf without consulting Shabnam. With a bleak summer ahead of her because of this estrangement, Shabnam is not excited for the season, until she meets Jamie. After he gets Shabnam a job at his Aunt Marianne’s pie shack, Shabnam beings to fall in love with Jamie, likening their relationship to the rose and the nightingale from classic Urdu poetry. As the summer progresses, begins to reconnect with Farah, but she mistrusts Jamie, which increases tension.

Generally, YA contemporary romances are more character driven novels, which is fine; this simply means the characters have to be enjoyable to read about. That Thing We Call a Heart was sorely lacking in this department. I strongly disliked Shabnam, I  felt she was selfish and uninteresting; she was a terrible friend and came across as way too immature for someone about to enter college. Jamie was also just a crummy character; though I will say I’m not sure if he’s supposed to be written this way. Part of the plot, is Farah’s dislike and distrust of Jamie, soI wondered if Jamie was written as shady to give reason for this negativity.

While this would make sense, it weakened the romance of the novel. Shabnam was all-in immediately and it felt like insta-love, which is frustrating with a romance novel. What makes this even more confusing was the general lack of romance presented. It is confusing that Shabnam was so heavily in love with Jamie when the relationship was so weak as written, it was just so incredibly unbelievable and uninteresting.

Honestly, I was going to give this book two stars because of how weak the romantic story was and the atrocious characters, but Farah and the last 20-30 pages saved it for me. As I’d noted several times, Shabnam was egocentric most of the novels 300 pages, but experienced considerable character growth during the last chapters that earned back a star. The last third of the book also had a lot more of Farah’s story (though still not much) which made things better for me.

Honestly, I wish this story was about Farah. I think there were a lot of unanswered questions that were presented about Farah’s life and we kept being told that we’d come back to it, but we never did! That drove me crazy, particularly because Farah was the only redeeming character in this story. If I could give any advice for Karim’s next project, it would be please write a story about Farah.

On a more positive side, I love how Karim presented how a devout Muslim isn’t what people often assume they are. Farah, who took her faith seriously, still smoked weed and dressed in a modest, but eclectic style, and still kept with her faith. I think seeing greater diversity in the presentation of Muslims is important as it helps people realize their is more than one way to be a devout Muslim, just as there is for all faiths.

I also enjoyed the introduction of Partition. I know little about Partition, or the division of India into Pakistan and India; it wasn’t discussed much in my history classes and I’ve almost never seen it in books. My only knowledge of this time period is from quick snippets in films I’ve watched. Karim’s discussion of it in the book and how easy it was to believe Shabnam’s lie about it, shows just how little people know about a pivotal moment in fairly recent history. It made me want to learn more about it. While I didn’t find this to be an enjoyable romance, I thought it showcased important elements of history that will hopefully have readers looking to find out more about Partition.

TL;DR: Overall, a fairly weak story, with unlikeable characters and a shoddy romance. On a positive side, presented an often unseen picture of devout Muslims, who break “from the norm.” 3 out of 5 stars.



The Crystal Ribbon Review

This book is one where I fell prey to a beautiful spine and then the gorgeous cover immediately after plucking it from the shelves. I am glad I picked it up as it expanded several horizons I didn’t even know existed.

The Crystal Ribbon takes place in medieval China and follows the story of 11-year-old Jing. She has a difficult life, in her small village of Huanan, where she is picked on by the local children for the similarity her name shares with the towns deity, the Great Huli Jing. Because her family is incredibly poor, when a wealthy family offers to buy her to be the daughter-in-law/nursemaid to their young son, her family jumps at the opportunity. Jing is against this marriage, but her cruel aunt forces her to do it anyway and her father fails to stand against his sister. Jing is sent to live with the new family where she is treated even worse than before. Despite this, Jing promises to return home and the story follows her journey to finding herself and her way back to Huanan.

I enjoyed The Crystal Ribbon a lot. Jing was a strong, female lead who stood on her own two feet throughout the story, never acting or being treated as a damsel in distress. I rarely come across novels that focus on women or young girls going on journeys to find themselves, and I loved the book for this. Jing goes through a lot of hardship, but it doesn’t make her cruel, it doesn’t harden her soul, it simply steels her will. I genuinely loved seeing this in a story. Too often, women who have struggled are shown to become vicious and that isn’t always the case. So, that was a refreshing component of the story.

I also loved how much I learned about Chinese culture from the story. Initially, I was confused by the Chinese mystical creatures, jings, because they weren’t immediately explained with great depth, but I found their role in the story compelling. These creatures play an important role in the book as they provide companionship and support to Jing during her journey. Previously, I was not aware these spirits existed or what role they played in medieval Chinese culture so this was really interesting to read.

Another shocking discovery was what tong-yang-xi was. Several of the reviews I read that disliked the book argued they were uncomfortable with the level of negativity and violence, both physical and emotional, Jing experienced. While I can understand that this may be difficult to read, it would be poor form for authors to write only about positive things. Lim wrote an honest and well-researched novel. The reality is that many young girls would experience this kind of harsh treatment from family. Tong yang xi was a very real practice in Chinese history, and not writing about it because it is difficult to read would be wrong.

Reading about Jing experiencing this was appalling, but it made me want to learn more about tong yang xi. Though I trusted Lim’s research and account of Jing’s experiences (though fictional, they are based in truth), I wanted to find out more from a non-fiction source. Indeed, I found the practice continued even into the twentieth century despite the creation of marriage laws in China, though it occurred in rural areas where it is much more difficult to police.

I think people downrating the story because they don’t like this reality is unfortunate and a little ridiculous. Though I don’t agree with the practice, I’m glad Lim brought it to light in The Crystal Ribbon. I had no idea this occurred and I’m sure I am not the only one who was shocked to learn this.

However, I do have negatives about the story as well. For this book being rated as middle grade, it seemed to have more adult themes that make me wary giving it to a younger audience. If you were to have a child read this book, I would only recommend it to kids with a maturity level greater than that of their age.

Additionally, I felt for Jing being 11, she spoke with a vocabulary beyond the knowledge and education of a child her age and wealth. This did take me out of the story a little but not enough to have a significant impact on my reading pace. Moreover, when it came to Jing’s age I had a difficult time keeping track of her aging. She started out at 11 and then suddenly she was 13 a few pages later. The progression of time was confusing and difficult to keep up with.

Overall, for a debut novel, I think the plot was well -executed, -researched, and -written. I am looking forward to reading another novel by Celeste Lim.

TL;DR The Crystal Ribbon featured a strong, female lead who goes on a journey to find herself and return home. Some of the subject material may be too mature for a middle grade audience despite being rated to them. 4/5 stars.


“The Firebrand” Review

I am weak for a historical romance. When I first started reading, the only books I had largely unfettered access to were historical romances. Perhaps this wasn’t the most appropriate reading material for an 11 year old girl, particularly the more sexually graphic “bodice-rippers” that I always seemed to find. Despite the inappropriateness, historical romances hold a special place in my heart and always have. I can pick them up during any reading slump and devour them whole.

Now, this was the first time I’d ever read a historical romance by Susan Wiggs. This particular novel was the third book in a trilogy based around the Great Chicago Fire of October 1871. I hadn’t read the previous stories in the trilogy, but based on my experience with these types of novels I largely doubt not reading the others impacts this story in any serious or real way.

With that being said, shall we begin?

The Firebrand follows Lucy Hathaway, a widely disliked “New Woman” or suffragette after the events of the Great Chicago Fire. On the other side of the romance is Rand Higgins, a trusted and important banker. When the pair meet, there is a small kindling of attraction, but Rand is married and the father of an infant. While Lucy is running for her life during the fire, she passes by a burning building where a woman is trapped on the second floor. The woman tosses the child down where Lucy catches her, as the unknown woman perishes in the flames.

Jump forward five years, Lucy is now the adopted mother to a daughter, Maggie, and Rand is a father without a child and a scarred (literally and emotionally) man struggling with the loss of his daughter and wife. The pair (re)-meet when Lucy goes to the bank where Rand works.  It is there she realizes Rand’s lost child is now her beloved, adoptive daughter. Romance and chaos ensues from there.

I really like Lucy; typically when I read historical romances the only New Woman type I see just wants to be able to do things around the home without needing permission. In this case, Lucy was genuinely working towards women rights. Her efforts for women’s suffrage are an important part of her character and one I enjoyed. I particularly enjoyed the character development that Lucy goes through; her ideas on free love and equal rights in the beginning seemed to fall more on the side of weakness. However, by the end of the novel, Lucy had grown to see that equal rights means that women should be allowed to choose to stay at home, and that choice doesn’t make a women weak. I loved the growth and overall, I think her character was fully sketched by Wiggs.

Rand, on the other hand I felt was less clearly defined. He was sharply sketched on the edges, but wasn’t quite as colored in as Lucy. Several chapters were from his point of view, but even with that there was little exploration of his personality. You could tell he was a callous man, who took great pride in his appearance, and the ‘horrible scarring’ devastated him. His scars seemed to be an outward reflection of how he felt about his losses. I think I understood what Wiggs was trying to imply about Rand, but it never fully came across in the story, which was unfortunate.

The third major character, Maggie, also had a few chapters from her point of view. I found it interesting and unique to have part of the story told from the child’s perspective in this genre, but ultimately those parts of the story were the weakest for me. They were dull and Maggie’s only the age of 6 in the story, making her point of view unrealistically precocious for the thought process of a child.

I know I’ve focused pretty heavily on characters, but for me, romances hinge on characters and the chemistry they have. I really enjoyed this story despite Rand being less developed; the bond the two romantic leads shared was enough to keep me enthralled. At the end of the story, I had become so attached to Lucy and the relationship that when it seemed to be in peril, my heart was in my throat. I genuinely felt as though I would be sick if things didn’t work out. I think its this feeling that has led me to give the story 4 stars instead of 3 like so many others have.

Generally, when you read this genre, you have an assured happy ever after, but it didn’t feel guaranteed here. I realize this is a problem for some people, but it was so refreshing to sweat for their love to work. Normally, I never get nervous with historical romances but this one made me experience them like I’d never read one before. The pair did get their happy ending, but the perils of the book made me wonder, which was a welcome relief. This wouldn’t always work, but in this instance I think it worked well.

TL;DR: Of the romantic duo, one was less developed than the other. However, Wiggs took a refreshing take on the story that kept me flipping pages deep into the night.

Rate: 4 out of 5 Stars


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Why I advocate reading diversely

This past year it came to my attention how little diversity I had in the books I was picking out to read. This came to my attention via two ways. The first probably being the most unsurprising place possible: Tumblr and the second through a book tag on YouTube meant for fun. I was catching up on my book tube subscriptions and I came across the lovely Londoner, Lauren (Reads and Daydreams) doing the Diversity Tag and I thought to myself, "hmm, I bet I'll nail this one" and oh man was it sad. I had almost no books on my shelves that were from an author that existed outside North America. The only exceptions were a few authors from the UK and one from Australia. It was really disappointed and I was even more bothered by the fact that 98% of the books I owned were authored by white men and women.

The whole point of reading, I think, beyond just enjoying yourself is to become educated in something you otherwise wouldn't have known. It's to see another viewpoint. If as a collective group people refuse to learn or to expand their world view we remain stagnant. Diversity in the media we choose to consume can either expand or contract that view. In this case, by using media I'm referring not to networks like CNN or Fox, but instead to the main means of mass communication (especially television, radio, newspapers, and the Internet) regarded collectively.

To expose people to a view entirely unknown to them was the reason that writers like Mark Twain, Maya Angelou and Toni Morrison wrote. How different would the world be if Harriet Beecher Stowe hadn't written Uncle Tom's Cabin? A book that made such an impact to it's readers it led President Lincoln to allegedly say,"So you're the little woman who wrote the book that made this great war!" to Stowe. I am of course referring to the common myth/legend that Stowe's book sparked aggressive discussion, if not creating a direct link to tensions that led to the American Civil War. As easy as it is to write books off as paraphernalia for frivolous past times (and many are) they're so much more. When done well, novels are the mirror held up to society.

Arthur Miller wrote Death of a Salesman to raise the issue of victimization of workers by their capitalist employers. Upton Sinclair's wrote The Jungle, a book of fiction so horrific and disturbing it caused the creation of new laws, after visiting the meat packing industry.

Reading books from the perspective of someone distinctly different from me opens me up to learning about things that I didn't even know existed. In the past couple months, I read Written in the Stars by Aisha Saeed; a novel about a young Pakistani* girl living in America. I'm unsure if she was born in America but I am positive that she lived most of her life there with her parents having grown up in Pakistan and then moving to America. Naila's, the protagonist, parents are conservative and when they believe she has lost sight of her roots they decide to return to Pakistan "visit family and explore her roots." While there she essentially becomes trapped in her family home and when she refuses to do so willingly, is forced into an arranged marriage, following the traditions of her family. Whats horrifying is that it's not "forcing" as in do this or you're grounded, Naila is genuinely imprisoned in a room and the only food and water she receives is drugged. When she refuses to sign her marriage license her family takes her hand and does it for her. The worst part of this whole disturbing scenario is that this novel was realistic fiction, meaning this kind of thing happens everyday, all around the world to young women.

It's easy to write this kind of behavior off, by saying "oh, it's the culture and it really only happens to women in third world countries" but first off, that's still horrible and second it happens to women in the so-called 'first world' too. Naila in this book was first generation American; she'd grown up in the states, went to a regular high school and still became trapped in an arranged marriage by her family.

Before reading this book, I knew what arranged marriages were but I had no idea the extent or how real it is for so many women today. The author of the novel, Saeed, had an authors note at the end of the book explaining how arranged marriages can happen in any culture, country or religion and should be based on love by all parties involved and no one should ever be forced. Saeed was married through an arranged marriage, but she was not forced as Naila was.

I would also like to clarify that 'arranged marriage' is not necessarily a synonym for forced or unhappy or abusive marriage. An arranged marriage can be a healthy and successful one as in the case for Saeed. But the ones there are too many cases where arranged marriages are like the ones Naila experiences as this book describes.

Had I not read Written in the Stars I never would have known what I know now about the practice of forced arranged marriages. Even though Saeed's novel was a work of fiction it still acted as a mirror to the world today exposing me to something beyond my regular scope of understanding.

Essentially, what I'm trying to say with this post is that I choose to read diversely because that's how we learn. The world changes when people know things. If I continue to live in the box of the North American white (fe)male I'd never learn anything new; I'd never understand or even know of the plight of other people. Summed up in one cliche: "I can't fix what I don't know is broken."

*Please, correct me if I'm wrong. It's been a little while since I've read this and I did not have a copy of the book to double check when I was writing this. **I'd also like to say this was written over a year ago and was in my archives. 

“And I Darken” Review

I will say this about Kiersten White's novel, And I Darken, it has a beautiful cover. I'm not gonna lie, I'm a hypocritical reader. I often tout the age-old adage "don't judge a book by it's cover" yet here I am, a judger of covers. There were two main reasons I picked up this stunning hardback, the first because it was making its rounds on booktube and the YA reading blog-o'sphere and the second, I love a book with a gorgeous cover.

As mentioned countless times already it seems, I'm a flawed human. I love a book with a nice cover, and the best covers are the books that tend to break my heart. I am so torn over this book. Its like I didn't particularly enjoy it, but I am also invested enough that I want to read the sequel. Ultimately, I ended up giving the book three stars on Goodreads because I just didn't know what to do. I didn't hate it, but I also didn't love it, so 3 felt like a solid middle ground.

To provide some background on the story in case you don't know about it: Lada Dragwlya and her younger brother, Radu, are traded to the Ottoman empire as collateral to keep her father, the Prince of Wallachia, under control. While there, the siblings befriend Mehmed, the young and largely irrelevant, middle son of the sultan. Both of these things makes them targets in the court and their lives become a game of survival, with Radu choosing to fight with his mind and Lada, her fists.

And I Darken is the first book in a trilogy with the second novel, And I Rise, released this past June, and the finale of the trilogy to be released the summer of 2018. Its an alternative historical fiction printed in June 2016.

Now for the review: the beginning of the book was pretty dull for me; the first hundred or so pages are told from Lada and Radu's point of view when they're children and though I understand why this was used as a literary device, it was so incredibly boring. I'm honestly not sure how I finished the book, I mean I was 136 pages in and I still didn't know if I liked it yet or not. Lada is an anti-heroine in this book and I love having someone bad to root for. But Lada is annoying, and it seems as though White is trying to portray her as intelligent but she seemed largely ignorant and thoughtless. Radu on the other hand was shown to be conniving and far-thinking despite him being a bit of a weakling.

I didn't really like Mehmed, he was a primary character despite never seeing his point of view. He was selfish and irritating and much of the novel revolved around him which was off-putting. I would switch back and forth between liking him and hating him. He just sucked which to be fair he had in common with most of the characters. Character-wise, I found myself supporting Radu mostly because he was the least awful. Again Lada is an anti-heroine, but if its well written I should still want to support her that fact be damned.

White did a fairly decent job laying the ground work for their growing roles in Mehmed's political life as they grew older. I would say the book would be better served by having it split into two distinct parts. The first 200 pages would stand as part one, the introduction of characters and a making of a considerable sacrifice. Despite being catered to a young adult audience, the first half read more like a middle grade novel, whereas, the next 200 pages felt more young adult and contained most of the action and character development.

A considerable majority of the book lacked action to the point I was practically catatonic when it appeared in spades on page 376, three-quarters into the book. Unfortunately, it was short-lived. Nevertheless, the way the book ended hooked me enough to want to read the sequel, so lets hope this next book picks up before page 300. Something this novel failed to accomplish.

If you read it, what did you think?


NOT For the First Time

I don’t generally reread books. At least not in their entirety. When it comes to me re-reading something, it consists of me pulling the book from the shelf and reading my favorite sections(s) then quickly returning it to its designated spot. I don’t often sit down and take a book I’ve already completed for a second or third spin.

I’m not sure when I got to a point where I stopped re-reading things but I don’t remember a time where I was ever really interested in doing it in the first place. If I wanted to deep dive into the psychology of it, I could probably explain it away. For example, I started reading for pleasure when I was in middle school somewhere around 5th or 6th grade. I definitely felt like I’d squandered so much time not reading once I got into it, that going back and reading something I’d already completed would be a waste of my time, especially considering there is so much out there. Whether this is actually the case I’m not really sure. But I digress.

Honestly, I think I just have a hard time sitting through something I’ve already experienced. I’m the same way about movies and television. I just really don’t like re-reading or -watching things.

Now there are of course exceptions to this mentality. I’ve read the Harry Potter series several times over, particularly the Half Blood Prince, which is my favorite of the seven novels. My copy of the book shows the considerable wear of my constant fingering of the pages. I’ve also read Anne of Green Gables several times and I have a feeling I’ll be perusing its pages in the near future (foreshadowing). I have most certainly watched movies again, but usually only when they come on TV. I don’t own very many DVDs and if I do, they were gifts and not something I purchased myself. I think within the past year the only time I watched any DVD was when my wifi wasn’t connected yet and I couldn’t watch anything on Netflix or Hulu.

As far as re-experiencing things go, I particularly dislike rewatching television shows. If I started watching a show, then quit it, I adamantly refuse to go back and rewatch what I’ve already seen if I choose to come back to the show eventually. It’s for this very reason it took me so long to finish Grey’s Anatomy. I kept watching the first 6 seasons and quitting. I only finished/caught up on the show when I started it from season 7. When I do watch a television show again, I treat it as I do books. I find my favorite parts and watch those several times, never the whole thing. Except for The West Wing, which is complex enough that I pick up something new each time.

Generally I just want to know if other people feel the same way I do about re-reading and re-watching things. Am I crazy for feeling this way or no?

If you don’t like re-reading, is there a specific book you are willing to read again despite that?



Casino Royale-Review


Suddenly it’s all coming back to me why I never wrote very much on this blog and it’s because I’m absolute shit at writing reviews. Nevertheless, I’m gonna give it the old college try and then maybe one day it won’t be such a pain in the arse to write these.

Lets start with the basic, I read Casino Royale on a whim. It’s like one of the those things where you read the book because the author is well-known and when someone asks, you want to be able to say you’ve read it. For example, a million and ten years ago I read Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut because I wanted to say I’d read Vonnegut. But, I didn’t want to seem like one of those pretentious people who reads Slaughterhouse Five on a coffee shop patio to let everyone know they’re the kind of person who reads Slaughterhouse Five, so I read a lesser known work. Is it more pretentious that I thought so much about it?? Probably, but I’ll live with the knowledge that it was a couple years ago and I’ve grown since then.

Anyways, lets refocus. Tangents are my weakness.

I would give Casino Royale a solid 3 out of 5 stars. I liked the book well-enough, but there were quite a few places where I started to get a little lost.

I will say that giving the novel a 3 out of 5 seems pretty generous when I didn’t actually enjoy the novel as much. I’m usually a voracious reader once I get started and I found myself having to remind me to read the book. There were some moments when I’d rather lay on my bed staring at the ceiling than pick this book up.

Now it may seem confusing that I would give the novel three stars if I didn’t want to read it that much, but overall the book wasn’t awful. I enjoyed Bonds general story and I particularly liked how Fleming chose to describe surroundings and people, just the level of detail was enjoyable for me. Fleming’s not as in-depth as JRR Tolkien but not so skimpy to leave you wondering what he’s talking about. It’s a nice medium:

“He slipped the case into his hip pocket and snapped his oxidized Ronson to see if it needed fuel. After pocketing the thin sheaf of ten-mille notes, he opened a drawer and took out a light chamois leather holster and slipped it over his left shoulder so that it hung about three inches below his arm-pit.”

I genuinely like most characters I just really didn’t like Bond. Which kinda is an issue when he’s the main character.

Probably one of my biggest issues with the novel is how gross and misogynistic Bond is. It’s hard to get over how literally awful the character is when it comes to women when it’s so obvious and you see it over and over again. I did my super best to ignore the largest and the smallest of obtuse opinions and actions.

For those who maybe aren’t familiar with Ian Fleming’s work, the first James Bond novel was written in 1953. So yah, it was a different time but even reading the novel with that mindset going in, I was still bothered. One of the worst examples of this is:

“And now he knew that she was profoundly, excitingly sensual, but that the conquest of her body, because of the central privacy in her, would each time have the sweet tang of rape.” [emphasis added]

Now I’m not one-hundred percent sure if ‘rape’ was ever defined as something else half a century ago, but as far as I know it wasn’t. Either way, my immediate response was “Ummmm wtf.”

I know not everyone feels the same way, so take it as you will, but it makes me super uncomfortable and it was incredibly off-putting.

Another issue with Bond is how absolutely hypocritical and ridiculous bond is. When he found out a woman is going to be working with him he has a hissy fit because women slow him down (because he gets boners over them). Literally, in the book his thought process is I’ll work with her now and once the jobs done we can sleep together. (Cue eyeroll)

Moreover, Bond whines about working with Vesper a million times and he complains about how ridiculous she is for getting into trouble and then he gets in the exact same situation. Just kill me now.

Overall, TL;DR, Fleming is wonderful at world building and character building, but he built Bond as a whiny, douche who rips off two stars of this novel.



Wow, it’s been a while


I can’t believe how long it has been since my last post. I’m pretty sure it was in 2016 for glories sake. To be fair, I did forget this blog existed for a while, but never fear I’m back and better than ever.

For some updates:

I’m still reading, but just not as much. And currently all but a precious few of my books are locked up in a plastic bin, until I stop moving around every few months. Unfortunately, my lifestyle doesn’t call for that at this moment in time, so it’s gonna be a hot minute before I see them again.

Now, since one of my last blog posts was my “2016 bookish resolutions” I figured I’d update you to keep you in the know.

2016 Resolutions Recap:

  • Read a Game of Thrones by George RR Martin
  • Maintain the overarching book buying ban
  • Get the TBR pile down to 60 books
  • Read at least 65 books this year
  • Read more diversely
  • Finish completed series

I want you all to know that I’m a terribly garbage human, who has to this day still not read the first tome in George’s insatiable Game of Thrones series. Although, I will say I have been desperately pawing around for a copy of the book since I trapped mine in one of the aforementioned crates. Moreover, to cement my status as a terribly garbage person, I have even fallen behind on the GOT show! Which is bad considering season 7 premieres a week from today (7/16).

Up next, maintain the overarching book buying ban. I would say I did a fairly excellent job on this one and am continuing to do so. I’m not perfect, I still fingered the shelves of my local second hand book store and when I was feeling extra frisky I perused the shelves of Barnes and Noble. In my defense, however, I did get two Barnes and Noble gift-cards this past year, so really I was spending someone else’s money.

If I could go back in time, I would tell my deliriously foolish self that there is no way I would get my TBR pile down to 60 books. After almost two years, my TBR pile is hovering somewhere about 85 books, which is unfortunate. But is it really my fault that such amazing books come out every year? And that I have to read them? I don’t know, you tell me.

Now I wanted to read 65 books last year. Did I meet that goal?? No, in fact I came up 25 books short. This year, in an effort to recognize that I’m crazy busy and like to binge watch TV too much in my spare time, put 45 books as my goal for the year. Already, I’m 7 books behind. Oy vey!

I wanted to read more diversely and I stand by that goal. This was a pretty vague resolution, did I mean authors, characters, regions of the world? Yes, yes and yes. I would say I half accomplished this goal. Did I do way better than I had previously? Sure, could I still do better? One-hundred percent.

Finally, my last goal was to finish completed series. If you are confused as to my meaning, don’t worry, I recognize how poorly worded that is. This goal, to read all the books in a series that had no more books coming out, I think I did this, but I honestly have no clue. Unfortunately, I’m lazy and don’t want to go over everything I read last year to find out. I’ll just check the “I did it” box, because I’m pretty sure I did it.

In summation, I did a meh job with my resolutions for 2016. Hopefully, I’ll actually reach my reading goal this year and also read diversely. More importantly though, I’ll finally read A Game of Thrones!

We’ll see.



Clearing the Clutter

After Christmas it became necessary to take a second look at my bookshelves and make some adjustments. I was adding several books and I deemed it necessary to cut a few out. There were two ‘ypes’ of books that I’m tossing. The first are books that I have read and know that I will never pick them up again; the second collection are those that are on my TBR and I know I will not read them.

For clarification purposes, I’m not just throwing these books away. Several are going to family members and then the rest I’m trying to have given to goodwill or a book donation where these books can end up in the hands of people who can love them in a way that I cannot.

Group One

Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi

Petals on the River by Kathleen E Woodiwiss

Dear Killer by Katherine Ewell

Birds of a Feather by Jacqueline Winspear

Ladies in Waiting by Laura L. Sullivan

Empress by Shan Sa

Divergent by Veronica Roth

Insurgent by Veronica Roth

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me and Other Concerns by Mindy Kaling

Group Two

My Favorite Countess by Vanessa Kelly

The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag by Alan Bradley

The Iron King by Julie Kagawa

Strands of Bronze and Gold by Jane Nickerson

Ruby Red by Kerstin Gier

Some Girls: My Life in a Harem by Jillian Lauren


That’s all for now…Until next time!