The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt | Talulla Rising by Glen Duncan | Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty
| Mean Streak by Sandra Brown | Opposition by Jennifer L. Armentrout | Puddle Jumping by Amber L. Johnson | The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan | Assholes by Aaron James | Dangerous Girls by Abigal Haas
I did say I wasn’t going to buy any books for the next six months, but we all know hoarders can’t be trusted in a bookstore. This happened when my husband took me record shopping. It just so happens that the record store sell books as well…okay, I lied. It’s more like, the bookstore sells records. And I saw all four of these books that I couldn’t resist. The rest were ordered on Amazon.
You can tell I haven’t done much on the blog lately. I think I’ve only managed to do one post this week. That’s okay, though. I’m sorting my sh*t out. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to schedule some interesting posts for the coming weeks and as well, keep up with y’all on Bloglovin’. Once again, I ask for your continued patience.
The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon
Published: August 20th, 2013
On any given occasion, The Bone Season is the type of read that I probably would have a tough time getting through. It’s paranormal and fantasy, which are both something that I’m not a regular reader of. But listening to the audiobook while reading the hardback copy made it all worthwhile.
Was there ever any doubt that I was going to enjoy this one? No. Kasie West does contemporary so well! I read this book one night when I was looking for a fast, light read. It did not disappoint. My only complaint was that I was zombie the next day.
I don’t do a lot of blog tours, so when I do, it’s kind of a big deal. I have been in love with this series since I read the first book many moons ago. So much so, that I ordered Shadows when it was first release in Australia. I’m about 75% done, and I’m so all over the place with my emotions.
I love Lisa Schroeder. I love her verse novels. This one, however, is underwhelming so far. It’s lacking in substance and emotions, to be honest. If the book you’re reading can’t make you feel anything, then chances are, it’s not going to be a memorable read. Unfortunate, really.
I’m making my rounds on Bloglovin’ today, peeps. Sorry for not keeping in touch.