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Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Don't Tell Anyone by Eleanor Gray

Good Wednesday everyone! It is Wednesday, right? The days have slowly blended into one since Thanksgiving break, and I don't really want to turn my head an inch to right to see the date on my calendar. Too much work.

Today, though, I am happy to write a review of Don't Tell Anyone, a mystery that I finished a few weeks back, but had to sit on to decide what I felt about it. I really liked it when I finished reading it, but there was a lot to take in from this book.


Nearly lost in a fog of grief over the fatal stabbing of her daughter, art historian Grace Neville feels only sorrow as Jordan Dukes is found guilty of murder. Days after the sentencing, Grace receives a visit from Jordan's father, who claims that his son is innocent and a grave miscarriage of justice has taken place. Jordan's history of gang-related violence and the fact that he doesn't have an alibi make his father's plea hard to believe. But then why does somebody break into Grace's home and go through her daughter's belongings?









From never having children, I couldn't possibly even begin to understand what Grace was going through. The story starts off in the past, with Grace and her husband Archie telling their daughter Tara that their getting a divorce because Archie has fallen in love with someone else, a woman that his wife had introduced him to. I only mention this first scene because it sets the tone between Grace and Archie, the tug-of-war they have with their daughter and the love they still feel for one another, but the manipulation Archie holds above his two girls is obvious in every sentence. It also introduces many of the characters that you will come to hold in suspicion throughout this whole book.

I'm terrible with mysteries. I'm convinced that everyone person that comes across the page is the one who "did it," and no one can tell me differently until a new character comes into the story. I get too eager to solve the mystery and feel accomplished, and this one was no different. But the ending threw me for a loop, because I did not see any of it coming.

This book is told in both past and present. Grace reveals a little of her life with Tara before the murder, dropping hints and showing how Tara changed in the year after her parents' divorce. She became close with Archie's new wife and revealed some things that even Grace didn't know about her ex-husband. In the present, Grace has reached the end of her rope - because no one seems to want to help her figure out what truly happened to Tara - finally accepting Jordan's father's plea and helping him find the real killer of her daughter. It takes her to seedy places and has her deal with unseemly people who only want to harm her and those around her. Grace is lost and confused, and only wants justice for her daughter, but she is thwarted at every turn.

I guess I can brag about being right about Archie. That's not to say that he has anything to do with his daughter's murder {or does he?? dun dun duuuuun}, but he's a class A jerk and Grace is way better off without him. He's hidden things from her throughout their marriage and she only finds them out while searching for her daughter's killer. He's smarmy and classless, even though he comes from a wealthy family that only cares about image. He's a jerk, plain and simple, and it's obvious from the first chapter what kind of person Grace is dealing with here. He is a master manipulator since he convinced all these women that he's one kind of man, while really being the other right under their noses. He's wonderfully written - as big of a jerk as he is - and it's interesting to watch Grace slowly realize who she's been dealing with all these years.

Don't Tell Anyone is one of those fun type of mysteries that brings you closer to the truth and then shoves you about twenty steps back. You're so convinced that it's THIS PERSON, and then the next corner proves you wrong. Fantastically written and so moving, this is definitely a must read for the winter holidays. 

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Day 7

So. It's been awhile.

I had planned on getting a review up last week, but to be honest, I hadn't been in the mood to do much of anything for the last seven days. In case there is no way of getting news to your house {and in that case, how are you getting this? Magic!}, America temporarily went braindead and elected an orange reality show star as president. Yep, that really all happened.

I spent most of election night watching Too Cute! because I didn't want to watch the backwards landslide that America was currently sliding down.

I woke up on Wednesday in tears. I cried most of the morning, even while I was baking cookies {my preferred method of stress-relief}. I didn't really cry for me, because this election has really driven home my privilege. My last name might be Garcia, but for everyone looking at me, I'm a white woman with a house and a job, and that makes me okay in their books {yay America, right?}. No, I cried for how white people in America let down everyone else. We had to spend almost a year and a half listening to him berate and belittle women, call people of color rapists and terrorists, made fun of disabled people, and yet...we still elected him. Somehow and some way. We told women, people of color, the LGBTQIA community, and disabled people that they don't matter, that all that hard work they had done to finally be seen as human beings was for nothing.

I couldn't concentrate on anything I was supposed to be doing, so my NaNo story is in the dumps and my editing slowly went to the furthest recesses of my mind. It's been a long week, and made even longer by the constant news of what that man is already doing to put together his cabinet. It's going to be a long, long four years.

But the good news, the news that I'm clinging to, is that I'm not longer terribly sad. No, I'm still sad, but I woke up one day this weekend with a new emotion shoving that one aside: rage. Pure, unadulterated rage.

This man is an idiot. He runs a campaign based on fear and hate, and then acts surprised when people protest against him. He spews this vitrol against his critics, calling them names and insinuating {although he's not very good at subtlety} that they're lesser than human, then put on his best surprise party face when journalists point out the swastikas that have popped up graffitied around his name or the racist and homophobic crimes that have been committed at an alarming rate since he was elected president. Each time I see him acting like he has no idea why his supporters are acting like that, I want to scream. I want to scream in his face and tell him to be honest, that he knew this would happen, that he wanted it to happen. He's a terribly human being, someone who should be locked away in his tower so he won't be able to hurt anyone, and yet, and YET. Come January, he'll be in the White House. Maybe. Unless he thinks it's not gold enough for a king such as himself.

I'm trying my best to get involved. I'm paying attention a lot more and trying to inform myself. I'm going to make mistakes, and that's my biggest fear. I want to help, but I don't want to be so eager that I mess up horribly. That's learning, though, isn't it? And I have to accept that I'm going to mess up and that people are going to correct me, and that's soothing, really. I want to do something that will help this nation and its people for the next four years, but like I said, it's going to be long and bleak, and I want to be able to get us all through it together, mostly unscathed and stronger than before.

Another shining spot is California. We passed wonderful propositions in this election {yes, yes, we can all smoke weed now, hooray}, and we've come together ready for a fight. There have been protests popping up all up and down the coast. One of the sprint car drivers that the boy works with told us that his son might drive a modified this winter when he comes home from school, "but first he's protesting." The boy said the driver sounded so proud of his son, and I'm proud of him, too. I'm proud of everyone out there, not just in California, that are making their voices heard, that are telling others that this is not normal and this is not okay.

Okay. That's enough. I feel better writing it out and not crying to my cat that white people are the worst. With all that being said, book reviews will continue this week. I'm also going to put another update about the website and 2017 up soon. So, everyone, have a happy Tuesday and thank you for reading my messy rant.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

All The Way by Victoria L. James

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All The Way by Victoria L. James

A Natexus Novella

Release Date: 1st November

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Synopsis

Six minutes after he'd vowed to love me forever and I was the happiest I'd ever been. He wasn't meant to be with me at the start of my next adventure, but the other half of my soul — the man I'd been away from for far too long — had slammed back into my life with unashamed force all over again. With one look in his eyes, I was lost to all his promises, and I couldn't find a single reason for us to spend another second apart.

Happiness became a dangerous addiction — one Alex Law was able to wrap me in with an ease no one else had ever done before. Yet no matter how high the clouds we rode upon climbed, the echoes of our pasts never seemed to be too far away.

Not all happily ever afters go the same way and ours was about to bring out sides of both of us that we never knew existed. All I could do was hold my breath and hope that whatever storms we passed through, they wouldn't be strong enough to tear us apart for a second time.

Our eternity started with a kiss. Now it was up to me to prove that forever really could last a lifetime with nobody else but him.

That beautiful, breathtaking first love of mine.

                          ~ Natalie Vincent



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Meet the Author 

Victoria L. James is a teenage girl stuck in a thirty-something year-old's body. A Corona and nacho appreciator with a ridiculous obsession for all things Rocky Balboa, she currently lives in Yorkshire, England with her husband and two baby boys. Having had a strong passion for words and stories going as far back as she can remember, she credits her love of literature to her Grandma Bess who taught her that you didn't need a lot of money to travel to different worlds, experience new places, and live a thousand lives.

And so Victoria's unexpected journey to writing began, one impressionable Sweet Valley High book, and tragic diary entry at a time.

Wearing her heart on her sleeve and trying to lighten life with naff, and more often than not, badly-timed, nineties jokes, she has yet to learn the art of knowing when to shut up.

A firm believer in never quitting and a champion of every underdog that exists, she dreams of being able to write forever, hoping her stories will inspire at least one person out there to keep on pushing against the tide of their own struggles. Reading is always the ultimate escape.


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Seven breaths left in her chest, yet I looked back at him. He wasn’t meant to be there on the darkest night of my life, but the mysterious Alex Law continued to make a habit of showing up when I least expected him. With one look in his eyes, everything I’d ever been before him drifted away, and everything I was about to become revolved around him. 

Grief threatened to ruin me no matter how hard I fought, and Alex had demons of his own to deal with, yet we found a comfort in each other’s pain. We found ourselves alone, two people becoming one. Just us. Natalie and Alex. Natexus. As long as we had each other, we thought we could make it through anything. 

We didn't know there were things out there waiting to destroy us: people we couldn’t escape, fates we couldn’t outrun and regrets we couldn’t avoid. Not all love stories go the same way, and ours was about to take a turn neither one of us could have foreseen. All I could do was stand by and watch as my world fell apart for a second time. 

I knew there had been life before Alex Law. 

I just had to figure out if there was life after him…

That beautiful, tragic first love of mine. 

- Natalie Vincent.


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