Gone, Gone, Gone & Gone

Gone, Gone, Gone

Forgive me for being gone so long. I can’t promise you all that I’m going to be as active as I was before. I just don’t have the luxury anymore…I’ve got to be honest, I’ll most likely be back in shape on February of 2016, that’s the month where I’m going to be free. I’m so sorry for missing out so much, I miss blog hopping and chatting with you all, really. I’m not trying to sugarcoat that I’ll quit blogging anytime soon because I won’t be. Here are 4 Gones that’ll explain my situation.

#1 Gone

My blog and internet social life has been quiet lately…I’ve got to admit that I didn’t expect to be so out of it. My college entrance exams are making me feel pressured because when I try to blog, my mind has a voice telling me to stop blogging and focus on college first. That’s my excuse that I haven’t been online much.

#2 Gone

Twitter has been a little quiet for me since I don’t check for updates anymore. I’ve always been on and off about twitter. I rarely read tweets about the personal lives of other book bloggers. I’m also quite shy to tweet about my blog because my friends follow me on twitter and know quiet a lot about my blogging life. I just want to share that one of my friends went out of line and told me that I have horrible grammar on my blog, she told me to get a proof reader. In my head: Fuck you. Reality: Oh yeah, I know but I don’t give a shit.

#3 Gone

I’ve taken a new interest. Reading books isn’t my norm anymore. I’ve been reading Manga recently, and they are very enjoyable. I’d recommend you try Horimiya & Ookami Shoujo To Kuro Ouji, they are both my favorites right now. Still, I hoard a lot of books from my local stores and they are currently in a state where they collect dust.

#4 Gone

Depression wasn’t always a problem for me, but I was really upset that I lost so much weight. I lost my little angel, Poochie. If you follow me on instagram you’d know how adorable she was. She didn’t die…she was stolen from me. Right now, I just pray that she is safe with  family who will love her as much as I did. I cried for days when I lost her, my parents were not emotionally supportive because we aren’t a cheezy family which I get why. But they loved me enough to buy me a new pet that’s a similar breed. I’m glad to have such good people in my life.

Be a Voice not an Echo

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Blogging is not just about fun and games. Most of us take it very seriously and we, bloggers see it as a competition. How do we know when we’re losing? It’s the number of followers you lose. When you think you’re inferior.

I’m slightly disappointed that people compare themselves to other people. We aren’t the same, we have different voices therefore we have different kinds of followers. Hey, even if we lose those followers, it doesn’t mean the other is any better than you. That followers you lost is a sign that there is something you lack and what you’re lacking is something you have to earn for yourself or it might have been a technical error. It depends on the situation, but let’s talk in general. I don’t want my words to sound brutal, but that is reality. You’ll find joy in blogging once you stop comparing yourself to other people.

What’s most important in your blog is your own ORGANIC followers. Not your giveaway followers because those are the ones you are going to lose eventually.

Be a VOICE not an ECHO

You have a unique voice even if you only have 20 organic followers. You appeal to them and that should be enough for you to blog. (Hitler had 3 million followers while Jesus only had 12) You don’t get to decide who follows you and you don’t need to sulk when you lose those followers. Whose lost is it? Yours or theirs?

Well, that’s up to you.

New Gigantic Haul

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Thank you to Bloomsbury Publishing, Simon & Schuster, Hannah Fielding, Hazel of Stay Bookish and my parents.

Quick note: I actually have a lot more books but they wouldn’t fit the picture anymore, and also I didn’t include ebook copies since they aren’t exactly photogenic. Just to let you know, please follow me on my instagram I’ll be posting individual photos of my books. (Had a bookish photo shoot recently, please don’t judge.)

Favorite copies: Australian Version of Heir of Fire and An Ember in the Ashes

Review Copies:

  • You by Caroline Kepnes
  • Indiscretion by Hannah Fielding
  • Heir of Fire by Sarah J. Mass | Review is here
  • Hold on Tight by Abbi Glines
  • Bad For You by Abbi Glines
  • Misbehaving by Abbi Glines
  • Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover
  • Burying Water by K.A. Tucker

Bought:

  • An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir
  • How to Love by Katie Cotugno | Signed | Review is here
  • Maybe Someday by Melissa Kantor | Signed
  • Extraordinary Means by Robyn Schneider | Signed

Gifted:

  • Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor | Signed
  • The Year of the Rat by Clare Furniss

Like Candy by Debra Doxer

Like Candy

Format: eGalley

Series: Series

Category: Young Adult

Genres: Contemporary Romance, Mystery

Revenge is sweet, just like candy.

Candy Seaborne knows she’s badass. She takes after her father, an assassin and possibly a spy, although he won’t admit to either. She idolizes him. Her dream is to follow in his footsteps. But first, she has to finish high school.

Biding her time, waiting for real life to begin, Candy craves drama and isn’t above manufacturing some. If you’re a classmate who wronged her or a boyfriend who cheated, watch your back. She’s no pushover, and revenge may be her favorite pastime.

Jonah Bryson is the senior class heartthrob who breaks all the stereotypes. He’s a jock, but he isn’t the typical player. He’s moody and antisocial. No girl has gotten anywhere with him since his last girlfriend broke his heart.

Candy sees Jonah as a challenge and the perfect distraction. But she may be in over her head because unlike everyone else, Jonah isn’t buying her tough act. He sees the lost, lonely girl inside. He sees too much. When he looks at her that way, she wants to let her guard down and be vulnerable. But that’s the last thing she should do because her father’s world is spilling over into hers, and life is about to get real much sooner than Candy expected.

Debra Doxer has an exceptional writing style. She had always had a touch of grace when it comes to romance writing. It was always my favorite of hers because she puts that vitality that every romance book needs and she did not disappoint me with this new instalment. Like Candy has bits of Mystery and danger to it. The story began with a slow burn, it didn’t eagerly push to the mystery of the book, I’m assuming Debra wanted to direct it all on the character development, it worked fine as well because I enjoyed all of her characters even if some were downright bitchy mean.

It was very enjoyable to read another backstabbing book. Candy lives a precarious and entertaining life, she’s a badass and doesn’t give any shit about what you think. I’m sure she loves the glares she receives from her peers. I think Candy and I would get along well. But Candy got a new friend who doesn’t seem to want anything to do with her, but his eyes says something else. Jonah is trouble but trouble is what Candy wants and she’s not about to be the one to lose to a super hot and sexy antisocial jock head.

I love that Debra didn’t write those usual WTF scenes where you find drama a little too dramatic that it becomes peevish. She fused it with a little realism and fundamental aspects that every reality needs. I could easily relate to them because the characters and I didn’t have a huge boundary. Candy and Jonah were able to create a connection with me. Furthermore, their connection to each other is deeper than what Debra reveals to us. Fair warning, this has a major cliffhanger.

Don’t worry, you’ll be able to handle that cliffhanger since the sequel is coming out soon. In addition, you can’t not read this book because it’s amazing. To simply put it, I really loved Like Candy, it’s intriguing, mysterious, dark, romantic and has a touch of fun. Revenge has always been fun to write about and Debra applied it flawlessly.

Debra Doxer was born in Boston, and other than a few lost years in the California sunshine, she has always resided in the Boston area. She writes fiction, technical software documents, illegible scribbles on sticky notes, and texts that get mangled by AutoCorrect. She writes for a living, and she writes for fun. hen her daughter asks when she’ll run out of words, her response always is, “When I run out of time.”

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Public Enemies by Ann Aguirre

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I’ve already read Mortal Danger and I fell in love with it. Obviously, I’d be supper psyched about the sequel. Here I am, featuring the book in its release week. I hope you give it a try, it’s definitely not your ordinary dark book.

“Better?” he asked.

“A little. How long have we been here?”

“I’m not sure. But probably not as long as you think.”

“More of the Harbinger’s tricks?” I tugged at my clothes, only to notice that they’d shifted back at some point. So… was I wrong before? Am I wearing the same dress? The constant unreality might wreck my brain.

“Mostly. I think.” 

The Harbinger stopped his bizarre frolicking to clap his hands, and the sound rang out like thunder, much louder than anyone else could achieve with two palms. “We have one final diversion before the feast is ended. Shall I show you?”

Like before, the mob practically destroyed the ballroom with enthusiasm. By then, numbness had taken over; I could only exist in a state of abject terror for so long. Along with everyone else, I watched as two giant amorphous moth-beasts dragged someone up onto the dais. At first glance, I thought it was a girl but when the person rolled over, I realized it was a boy, probably fourteen or so, and small for his age. Definitely human, unless this was the best illusion ever. His terror was palpable, and it made the immortals nearby stir with avid anticipation. 

“Delicious,” something with sharp teeth hissed.

The boy came up onto his knees, resting delicate hands on the floor before him in a posture of defeat so abject that I took a step forward. Bruises ringed his throat and his wrists, and what he had on could barely be called clothes; the shirt was torn in three places and the pants had frayed until they hit his knees, revealing filthy calves and feet that were sliced up as if he was routinely forced to walk across broken glass. On his right hand, two of the fingers were bent at unnatural angles, either broken now, or they had been, then they healed badly afterward.

“Kian…” I whispered. “I don’t like where this is going.”

“This one has a most impressive survival instinct,” the Harbinger said, indicating the cowering boy with a flourish. “He’s been my favorite pet for some time. But his luck might run out today. Shall we find out?”

The audience rumbled in agreement, and the room changed. I had no explanation for it, but suddenly it seemed as if we’d moved from the ballroom entirely. We were standing outside an arena now with a blood-stained pit below. Bones littered the floor of it, along with broken weapons. Snarls came from the sublevel, enough to chill my blood.

“Time for a bit of fun,” the Harbinger said.

Before I knew what I planned to do, I broke away from Kian. He reached for me but I wasn’t stopping. I’d been passive for too long, waiting and hoping that things would get better. It was time for me to fight, even if I didn’t know how. Yeah, there might be fallout, but the Harbinger had to protect me, right? Even if I interfered with his grisly show.

Scared didn’t cover how I felt just then. This is a death match, a gladiator fight, and you’ve never even played Mortal Kombat. You don’t know shit about knives or swords or whatever. You’re probably going to lose. Horribly.  

But I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I stood by and watched. 

When I climbed up on the stage, the Harbinger was a statue, lightning eyes flashing astonishment and displeasure. But he held still and waited for me to play my card. Maybe Dwyer was right, and I’d end up broken if I participated in their game. I only knew that I was sick and tired of being moved on the board.

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