Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Rot & Ruin (Rot & Ruin, #1) by Jonathan Maberry

Rot & Ruin (Rot & Ruin, #1)Rot & Ruin by Jonathan Maberry

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


So I don't tend to read much zombie fiction, that is mainly because the few I have attempted were less then amazing, or heck less less then amazing. Zombies per-say was never an area of the supernatural I was ever drawn towards. I was more of a vampire kinda gal, but this zombie book is unlike any I have actually read.

There was more then just killing zombies in this novel. It wasn't just about a fight for survival it's about relationships, relationships between family, friends. Right and wrong. The gray area between black and white. Hope for a better tomorrow. Trust, truth, tears.

It was fantastic.





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Monday, May 16, 2016

Glitch (Glitch, #1) by Heather Anastasiu

Glitch (Glitch, #1)Glitch by Heather Anastasiu

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


In Glitch you are not free to have your own thoughts or emotions. You are what is called linked, it is a form of control. You eat, sleep, go about your day to day as mindless creatures controlled by the uppers. Humans have been living this way for about 200 years, connected and underground. Told that the surface is toxic and a wasteland after all the bombings on D-Day. Those showing signs of glitching will be deactivated if this occurs often enough. There are those working on the outside and in, who are determined to bring the Uppers down and free humanity once again.

Very enjoyable read. For a book about humans not having emotions, it sure brought one out a lot in me. Anger, Max, my goodness that boy, I do not like that boy.



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Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Skinwalker (Jane Yellowrock, #1) by Faith Hunter

Skinwalker (Jane Yellowrock, #1)Skinwalker by Faith Hunter

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Jane Yellowrock, is a skinwalker and the only one of her kind that she knows of. No one other then her best friend Molly and, an earth witch, and Molly's family know what she is.

She is a rogue vampire hunter by trade and in this first novel of the series she has been hired by one of the oldest vampires in New Orleans to hunt down a vamp (offensive to term btw) who has been killing other vampires and cops.

Skinwalker had moments where I found myself, skimming the page because it wasn't holding my attention then having to go back and re-read the skimmed words. This happened at times when Jane was in her beast form (Beast what Jane calls it when she's in shifted into her cat form). It was the short clipped sentences of Jane's thoughts when in her "beast" form that made me feel sluggish when reading. I like the authors way of make the beast think in non human way but those moments dragged on and made my mind wander. Never fun to have to re-read sections because you get distracted each time the main character is in her other form.

That being said I did enjoy the story over all, and I am interested in continuing on with the series. Who knows perhaps as I read more I'll adjust to the beast and her thoughts.



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Thursday, April 21, 2016

Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson

SpeakSpeak by Laurie Halse Anderson

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Reading this book was like stepping back into high school for me. The girl who was looked at as the freak, the girl who was told she was no fun and was told she was depressed, and depressing and that she needed help. I could have wrote this book, I lived so much of it, except I never took art class, I had creative writing, poetry was my drug of choice when it came to outlets.

When you have been in abused/raped/hurt in anyway physical or mental, the hardest thing to do is speak up. Silence at first becomes your friend, your only friend but in the end that same silence can turn in to your enemy, because in the end you only get hurt more with the thoughts you have tormenting you. Wanting to scream but drowning in your words that won't come out.

I think everyone should read this novel...no mater what stereotypical roll you fell into in high school.

I think everyone should read this book...no mater what your experiences with rape or abuse.

I think everyone should read this book...





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Saturday, April 9, 2016

Onyx (Lux, #2) by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Onyx (Lux, #2)Onyx by Jennifer L. Armentrout

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Hello Daemon, I forgot how much I enjoyed you. XD

To some this could be spoilerish?

Ok so it had been a few years since I read the first book in this series, so I had to back track a little just to refresh my memory. But after a little Lux 101 I was on the path to enjoyment and mixture of other emotions. Swooning, and smiling. Rage and eye-rolling. I knew there was something fishy going on with certain characters, it was to obvious for them (Will and Blake). Not to go into to detail but they came across as too perfect if you know what I mean.

I am sooo grateful I'm not reading this when the books were originally released as I'd be on edge waiting for the next book. But lucky for me book 3 is awaiting me. :)







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Friday, January 22, 2016

Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese

Indian HorseIndian Horse by Richard Wagamese

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars




I love it when a book makes you feel and makes you think. It's not just words on the page for ones entertainment or escape.

This is a book that for me opened my eyes. When I think Canada, racism/segregation they would never come to mind. It's something that isn't thought or talked about. Unlike slavery in the United States. But it's a real issue that affects people still.

Colonialism stripped the indigenous people of their land, their identity and beliefs. Trying to instill the European white man's ways. It is something that was still happening, residential schools still being open as late as the 1990s.

For Saul, our main character he is trying to come to terms with all that has happened to him, the story opens up and he is at an AA meeting and telling stories of his life. Except he can't bring himself to speak the words, so he writes them instead. The good, the not so good and the dark times. His escape, hockey.

I could go on and on as this was fantastic yet disturbing. My professor did a good job in selecting this book for class.

Edit: Trigger warnings galore. Too many to list.



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Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Review+ Book Tour: Floor 21 by Jason Luthor







FLOOR 21FLOOR 21 by Jason Luthor
My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars

*Disclaimer: I received an e-copy of this book for review as a part of YA Bound Book Tours*

You know sometimes how you sit and wonder about the world and how it came to be? Now imagine, growing up inside a tower, yes a freaking tower, mind you a rather big tower, and not knowing how or why you've ended up living there. What happened to the world, who made the tower, are there other humans out living in other towers? Our main character is a 17 year old girl named Jackie, she thinks these things all the time, yet she is not allowed to question anything, in fact technically it is a crime to think any thoughts that could go against the towers authority. If you are caught doing so, you go in to reinforcement, which is something no one wants to go through, because the you that comes out is not the same as the one that went in.

Life in this tower is not fair, as most dictatorships are not. Each floor getting less and less, and more darker and dangerous. Floor 1, is top secret no one is allowed to go there. Floor 2, is basically church, where they gather to on Sevenths day, to here about the Darkness. Floor 3 the laboratories and then floor 4 is where Jackie and her parent's live, they are scientist, they are a little more lucky then others. You are not allowed to past floor 21, it is dangerous and there is this thing, this living like muscle mass thing called the Creep and if you touch it you can hallucinate and start to see demons in the shadow, how it really came to be we don't know but it has something to do with the Darkness that occurred and made the world as it is now. The only reason why people know that the world was not always like this is because of the scavengers that go down below, bringing up food and sometimes movies and games, sometimes items that no one ever gets to know about because they go directly to floor 1.

I have to say that the concept of this story is pretty good, it was really interesting. Jackie I found annoying, but it wasn't her fault. Now to explain myself. the character she was actually an interesting character but the author's way of making her express herself in how she spoke was less then enjoyable. I really don't think that's how someone with her head would speak. I mean yes she is a 17 year old girl but not all 17 year old girls talk that way. It felt like the author was going out of his way to make us remember that yes this was a teenager or that this was honestly how they though all girls of that age spoke. I understand that we are reading "recordings" and she is talking to well herself, just something about it stood out to me as grating. But that is just me. Another issue I feel I should bring up is this error, Jackie mentions how a guys asks her out on a date and well part of her reasoning not to go out with with the guy is because he is on a lower floor and wouldn't able to come to higher floors, yet her best friend lives on floor 8 and she is up at her place many times. I don't know if when reading I overlooked something but if not then that really stayed with me the whole time and if I did over look something I apologize now to the author for pointing it out.

I had mentioned earlier that when reading we are reading recordings and that is basically the whole book, but it is broken up into parts at first it is Jackie's then it moves on to Commander Vicks while he is out scavenging. It was done well to a degree, at times it wasn't written like a recording as they are describing the events, taking place. It felt like it was in the present tense rather the past. It never took away from the enjoyment of the story, just something that stood out to me.

I'm going to conclude this rather long winded review, give it a 3.5 rating and say over all I liked it and I would hope there will be a second part.


FLOOR 21
by Jason Luthor
Release Date: June 2nd 2015

Summary from Goodreads:

As humanity lives out the remainder of its existence at the top of an isolated apartment tower, young Jackie dares to question Tower Authority and their ban on traveling into the tower's depths. Intelligent and unyielding, Jackie ventures into the shadows of the floors below. But will her strong will and refusal to be quiet—in a society whose greatest pride is hiding the past—bring understanding of how humanity became trapped in the tower she has always called home, or will it simply be her undoing?


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Jason Luthor has spent a long life writing for sports outlets, media companies and universities. His earliest writing years came during his coverage of the San Antonio Spurs as an affiliate with the Spurs Report and its media partner, WOAI Radio. He would later enjoy a moderate relationship with Blizzard Entertainment, writing lore and stories for potential use in future games. At the academic level he has spent several years pursuing a PhD in American History at the University of Houston, with a special emphasis on Native American history.

His inspirations include some of the obvious; The Lord of the Rings and Chronciles of Narnia are some of the most cited fantasy series in history. However, his favorite reads include the Earthsea Cycle, the Chronicles of Prydain, as well as science fiction hits such as Starship Troopers and Do Androids dream of Electric Sheep?
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Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Spotlight post: Heir to the Duke by Jane Asford





Title: Heir to the Duke
Author: Jane Ashford
Series: the Duke’s Sons, #1
Pubdate: January 5th, 2016
ISBN: 9781492621560


Book 1 of The Duke’s Sons series


From bestselling author Jane Ashford comes a brand new series of sparkling Regency Romance


Life is predictable for a Duke’s first son
As eldest son of the Duke of Langford, Nathaniel Gresham sees his arranged marriage to Lady Violet Devere as just another obligation to fulfill—highly suitable, if unexciting. But as Violet sets out to transform herself from dowdy wallflower to dazzling young duchess-to-be, proper Nathaniel sets out to prove he’s a match for his new bride’s vivacity and daring.


Or so he once thought…
Oppressed by her family all her life, Lady Violet can’t wait to enjoy the freedom of being a married woman. But then Violet learns her family’s sordid secret, and she’s faced with an impossible choice—does she tell Nathaniel and risk losing him, or does she hide it and live a lie?


Jane Ashford discovered Georgette Heyer in junior high school and was captivated by the glittering world and witty language of Regency England. That delight led her to study English literature and travel widely in Britain and Europe. Her historical and contemporary romances have been published in Sweden, Italy, England, Denmark, France, Russia, Latvia, Slovenia, and Spain, as well as the U.S. Twenty-six of her new and backlist Regency romances are being published by Sourcebooks. Jane has been nominated for a Career Achievement Award by RT Book Reviews. She is currently rather nomadic.


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Jane Ashford’s latest release, Heir to the Duke, comes out this January! To celebrate, we invite you to get to know Nathaniel Gresham, the hero of Heir to the Duke and the eldest of the Duke of Langford’s six sons.


Full Name: Nathaniel, Viscount Hightower
Occupation: Helping oversee the extensive Langford ducal estates
Height: 6’ 1”
Hair Color: Dark auburn
Eye Color: Blue
Age:  34


How would you describe yourself?
An odd question. It seems to require either a flippant, superficial response or deep thought and revealing confidences. I don’t believe I care to reply.


If your brothers had to describe you, what would they say?
Responsible, reliable Nathaniel, I imagine. The person they can turn to when they’re in trouble, which they certainly can. And the elder brother who will run any little errand they may conjure up or supply any small item they require. I am in the process of weaning them of the latter opinion.


What is your favorite way to spend your time?
I’m fond of country pursuits. Sailing on the lake at Langford, walking the land, fishing the trout stream.


What’s one piece of advice you would give to newlyweds?
Don’t be limited by expectations. Marriage can be full of marvelous surprises.


If money was no object and you had no commitments for the next two months, what would you do?
Take my wife to Italy. She has expressed interest in seeing that country, and one of my newfound delights is watching her savor novel experiences.


An Excerpt:
Nathaniel Gresham, Viscount Hightower, stirred in his sleep. His hands groped for bedclothes, found nothing. Sensing wrongness, his consciousness rose through layers of befuddlement and wisps of dreams. He opened his eyes to find a gaping maw of three-inch fangs inches from his throat.
“Aah!”
Nathaniel threw up his arms to shield his face and twisted to the side. The convulsive movement brought him right to the edge of a large four-poster bed, and he scrambled to avoid falling three feet to the floor. He twisted in the opposite direction and struck out at the sharp, yellowed teeth. They did not snap shut on his forearm or lunge into his face once more. Indeed, they did not move at all, except sideways under his blow. There was no snarl or slaver, no spark of rage in the shiny eye behind the fangs. Nathaniel shoved them farther away and sat up.
He was stark naked, on a large bed stripped bare of linens, covered only by a moth-eaten gray wolf skin. The wretched thing’s head had been carefully placed on his chest, to ensure the rude awakening. His hips still rested under its hindquarters. Molting fur peppered the bed. The mere sight of the ancient pelt made his skin itch. Revolted, he pushed it all the way off and moved to the foot of the bed, struggling to get his bearings. This wasn’t his bedchamber. The blue-striped wallpaper was alien, the furnishings unfamiliar; the windows with their slant of early morning light were in the wrong place. Then he remembered. He was staying at the Earl of Moreley’s country house, because tomorrow—no, today—he was to marry the earl’s daughter at their local parish church.
Nathaniel glared at the wolf skin, then rubbed his hands over his face. This was what it meant to have five brothers—five younger brothers—on one’s wedding day. Or rather, on one’s wedding eve, a night they’d insisted upon marking with bowls of rack punch. Had it been three? Or had he lost count? No wonder they’d kept filling his glass, if they had this prank planned. Where the devil had they found a wolf skin in a strange house? And hadn’t he told his father, when Robert was born in his sixth year, that four sons were quite enough? Even for a duke, six sons were excessive. At this particular moment, Nathaniel thought that his parents might have been content with just one.
He rose, stretching stiff limbs and marveling that he had only a mild headache. Revenge on his brothers would have to wait for another day. Today, he was getting married. He was doing his duty to his name and his line, pledging himself to a woman who would be an admirable duchess when their turn came—may it be far in the future. The match was eminently suitable. All society acknowledged its rightness. And despite Violet’s irascible grandmother, the occasional bane of his existence, he could have no complaints.
Indeed, why had the word even occurred to him? No one had rushed him into marriage. He had enjoyed a plenitude of seasons in London and a number of agreeable flirtations and liaisons with delightful females. Though they had never spoken of it, he was aware that his parents had given him every opportunity to fall in love. But the passion that had overtaken them in their young days had not befallen him. He wasn’t sure why, but once he’d passed thirty he concluded it never would. He’d had more than enough time to observe that such a bond was rare in the circles of the haut ton.
Nathaniel stretched again, his bare limbs a bit chilly. This marriage was certainly not a penance. He liked Violet very much. They’d been acquainted for years. He did not know whether she’d had other offers, but he supposed that she too had waited for love to find her. They had that in common. They were also well suited by background, had similar tastes, and enjoyed the same even temperament. When he’d decided that the time for marriage had come, he’d simply known that she was the proper candidate. He expected their union to be gracious, harmonious, and ideal for the significant position they would someday be called upon to fulfill. And now it was time to stop wool- gathering, put on his dressing gown, and begin this momentous day.
Nathaniel walked over to the oaken wardrobe on the far wall and opened it.
It was empty. All his clothes had disappeared.
He stared at the bare hooks. This part of the prank would be Sebastian’s doing, he imagined. It had his next younger brother’s touch. Nathaniel met his own gaze in the mirror set into the wardrobe door, and acknowledged the spark of amused annoyance in his eyes. His brothers had a fiendish facility for complicated jests.
The figure in the glass shook its head. All the sons of the Duke of Langford were tall, handsome, broad-shouldered men with auburn hair and blue eyes. Sebastian was the tallest. Robert the wittiest. Randolph was acknowledged as the handsomest, James the most adventurous, and Alan the smartest. But he was the eldest, and the heir.
For as long as he could remember, Nathaniel had felt the weight of his destiny. The others said it was a burden to have everything done ahead of them, but he’d felt the onus of being the pattern, setting up the expectations, being the son visitors scrutinized the most. He would be the next duke; he must show he was worthy. Thus, he kept a tight rein on his wilder impulses. Instead, he was the one who came to the rescue when one of his brothers went too far, kicking up a lark.
And so now, he did not slam the empty wardrobe shut, but simply closed it. He would leave it to his valet to straighten this out. He wanted hot water for washing, and then clothes, and then breakfast. He went to ring for Cates, and discovered that the bell rope had been removed. He could see the wire to which it had been connected, near the ceiling, twelve feet up. It must have taken two or three of his brothers to reach so high.
For a moment he just stood there, staring at it. This final touch would be Robert’s idea, no doubt. He’d always been the most ingenious, the brother who added the crowning climax to a prank. Robert would be the one to set the others guffawing—describing their elder brother slinking through the corridors of the Earl of Moreley’s house wrapped in a wolf skin, like some sort of demented ancient Celt. Even Nathaniel had to smile at the picture. How would Violet’s fierce stickler of a grandmother like that? And all the other near and distant relations visiting for the wedding? He’d barely met most of them. Perhaps he’d twine some ivy from outside the window in his hair and attempt a Gaelic war cry.
Nathaniel laughed. Truth to tell, it was a splendid prank, unfolding like a puzzle box upon its hapless victim. All that remained was for him to wiggle out of the trap so cunningly set.
He eyed the windows and considered pulling down some of his almost-mother-in-law’s elaborate draperies to wrap about himself. But one panel would trail behind him like a coronation robe. The picture was little better than the wolf skin. Perhaps he would just wait until Cates arrived on his own. It couldn’t be too much longer. In fact, judging by the sunlight, his valet ought to have appeared well before now. Where the devil was he?
As if in answer to this thought, there was a knock at the door.
“Nathaniel?”  
The voice was the last he expected. “Violet?”
“Are you all right? James said you needed to speak to me most urgent—” The door opened, and Nathaniel’s promised bride looked around the panels. “Oh!” Her mouth dropped open.
Nathaniel—stark naked, next to a bed sporting only a rumpled wolf skin—braced for a shriek, a shocked retreat, babbled apologies. But Violet just looked at him. Indeed, it seemed as if she couldn’t tear her eyes away. He could almost feel her gaze traveling along his skin, as if it left trails of warmth. He saw something stir in those gray eyes, something he’d never observed before, and his body began to respond to the possibility of much more than he’d expected from his suitable marriage. Respond all too eagerly.
Nathaniel moved over behind the bed. “My brothers’ idea of a joke,” he said with a gesture toward the wolf skin.
Violet blinked. Color flooded her cheeks, and she looked away. “How did they...?” Her voice was rather choked.
“They are endlessly inventive. They stole my clothes as well. Would you have someone send Cates to me? I would ring but”—he pointed to the bell wire—“they were quite thorough.”
Violet glanced at the denuded wire, swallowed, and gave a quick nod. “Of course.” In the next instant, she was gone.
“Well, well,” murmured Nathaniel to the wolf. “That was interesting.”
His days of being capable of interest long past, the wolf made no reply.




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