To All the Books I Loved Before

November is winding down, but it seems I’ve still got a few tricks up my sleeve. I’m not going to lie. I didn’t have a post for today, but I found inspiration in the most unlikely place– my planner. The quote lining the bottom of this week’s empty boxes was “Some days there won’t be a song in your heart. Sing anyway.” I’m going to get a little weird for a bit, but try to bear with me. That quote sparked something in me, and I just sat on my lunch break trying to get it all out.

So, here it is.

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Try a Chapter – Fantasy, Greek Myth, and Magical Realism, Oh My!

So, it’s no secret that I was falling terribly behind on my Goodreads challenge (Seriously, how ambitious was 50 books for a girl who hadn’t really read a book for pleasure for YEARS). However, I haven’t been able to find anything to read that stuck. So, I’ve just been trolling through the interwebs trying to get my reading mojo back when I came across the Try a Chapter tag on Zezee’s blog. It was just the thing I needed to get myself to commit to something. This tag was created by Malia at BookParadise (booktuber), and here be the guidelines:

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Diversity Spotlight Thursday #6 – Books I’m Thankful For

Diversity Spotlight ThursdayHappy Day of Thanks, Book Fiends!

Hosted by Aimal @ Bookshelves and Paperbacks, Diversity Spotlight Thursday is a weekly meme used to promote diverse reads that may otherwise go unnoticed. Every week, you come up with one book in each of three different categories: a diverse book you have read and enjoyed, a diverse book on your TBR, and one that has not yet been released. Check out this announcement post for more information on how to join in on the fun and spread diverse reads to the world! Continue reading

Audiobook Review: All American Boys by Jason Reynolds and Brendan Kiely

Review: All American Boys by Jason Reynolds and Brendan KielygoodreadsbadgeA bag of chips. That’s all sixteen-year-old Rashad is looking for at the corner bodega. What he finds instead is a fist-happy cop, Paul Galluzzo, who mistakes Rashad for a shoplifter, mistakes Rashad’s pleadings that he’s stolen nothing for belligerence, mistakes Rashad’s resistance to leave the bodega as resisting arrest, mistakes Rashad’s every flinch at every punch the cop throws as further resistance and refusal to STAY STILL as ordered. But how can you stay still when someone is pounding your face into the concrete pavement?

There were witnesses: Quinn Collins—a varsity basketball player and Rashad’s classmate who has been raised by Paul since his own father died in Afghanistan—and a video camera. Soon the beating is all over the news and Paul is getting threatened with accusations of prejudice and racial brutality. Quinn refuses to believe that the man who has basically been his savior could possibly be guilty. But then Rashad is absent. And absent again. And again. And the basketball team—half of whom are Rashad’s best friends—start to take sides. As does the school. And the town. Simmering tensions threaten to explode as Rashad and Quinn are forced to face decisions and consequences they had never considered before.

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Cliché AF: My Bookish Obsessions

Oh, come on. You knew eventually I would succumb to thrusting my own “bookish obsessions” into the book world. Just try to power through it, okay? Okay.

Ahem. Now, where’s that speech I prepared? Ah. Here we go…

As bookwyrms, we’re kind of labeled as the weirdos of the bunch for our odd obsessions when it comes to books. Or maybe that’s me. We sniff the new books (to make sure they’re new enough?) and we sniff the old books (to make sure they’re old enough?). Hell, we even buy those weird book-scented candles to fill our homes with the aroma. Aside from that, we cry and scream at the injustices on the pages and fall in love with fictional characters we’ve only known through words. We throw books but scream when someone rips out (or, gods forbid, dogears) the pages. We order our shelves but still hide books in the most awkward of places (this literally can’t just be me).

But all of these weird obsessions are what make us amazing. They’re what connect us. So, I’m happy to shove my bookish obsessions amongst the bulk of them.

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