Finishing touches on this baby today!! Less than a week until Pub Day!!! 🥳🎊🥳
It’s so surreal holding my book baby in my hands. I’m completely addicted to this high, and I’m never going back. You can expect a hundred more books from me. 😂🤷♀️📚📖📓📚✍️⌨️🖥👩💻
MOVING FORWARD OPTIONAL By, Audrey Destin
When a woman loses everything she loves, moving forward doesn’t just happen, it’s a choice.
In a society that rewards ambition and ladder climbing, Emily is homeless. Her ambition is dead.
Dan’s daughter is missing. Emily ran away a year ago after he stumbled into the living room drunk for the last time. Now sober, he spends his days trying to turn that wrong around. Dan can’t stop.
David is losing his home, and his shoe store is barely hanging on, while the market is crashing. His own life is a mess, but the woman he picks up on the side of the road is a great distraction. Emily is beautiful, captivating, and worse off than himself. He takes her to dinner and then on a camping trip. He can’t get enough until he realizes her secrets may be more than he can take.
A women’s fiction about how one lives in a world that continues to turn, without the ambition to go on.
This is Emily’s story. Moving forward is optional.
A tech company selling a social media music app has come to the mountains to debate the possibility of a buyout.
The premise of Ruth Ware’s latest novel, One by One, has all the promising things a classic suspense thriller needs: a group of people that aren’t particularly likable, a remote location, and a circumstance keeping any of them from getting away as people begin to be knocked off.
“I scream. I do the only thing I can, even though it is stupid. I fall to my knees with my arms over my head, as if that pathetic gesture might protect me.”
Is it weird for me to say, I wish more people would have died? I don’t know. With the set up that we got for this book, I expected it to feel more like characters we knew were running for their lives and then being knocked off one by one, but that wasn’t the feel I got actually reading this book. Instead, only a couple of people died, and we never felt their fear or suspicions.
The book was a quick read and well written. Nice escapism, easy to get into. Just lacked a bit of the suspense I was hoping for. But I love Ruth Ware and I’ll be back for the next one.
The nerves I had going into sending out the ARCs (advanced reader copies) were out of this world. It’s so scary knowing that you’re asking for honest reviews of your book child from people who read as many books a year as I do, or more. 😂 Because I really respect these reviewers and I know they’re going to tell the truth, because their reputation depends on it.
So, the elation I felt when @outsidewithbooks messaged me and told me she truly loved it, was some of the best feel goods I’ve ever had.
The Age of Witches is an 1890’s historical fiction, with both magic and feminism woven in. The hardback is 437 pages, a bit on the longer side because the writing is charming and decorated with descriptions of herbs and food. But don’t go into it thinking that means it’s going to be fast-paced. It’s very much a slow burn.
“That’s a silly question. Women can’t manage their own money. I will not hand over your inheritance just to see you fritter it away.”
Annis is a strong-minded young lady with ambition and determination, in a world that expects her to have neither. Her only love is horses, but her love doesn’t matter because she is a thing to be owned and bread as well. And besides, breeding horses isn’t ladylike.
“No more,” he said coldly. “I’m not going to argue with a hysterical girl.”
This book reminds me of Jane Eyre in a way, a woman so clearly stuffed into a time where she doesn’t seem to belong. However, Annis has strength, she discovers, from her bloodline. A relative hung two hundred years ago as a witch.
I recommend this book to those who are into herbs and plants, a bit of magic, and feminism in a time when feminism doesn’t exist.
I’m a person that seeks out peace. It has always been my nature. But not in the form of ignorance. I’m not religious, but I am spiritual, and as a yoga junkie I learn a lot of lessons from Buddhism.
The first Noble Truth is ‘Life is Suffering.’
In this case racially driven murder that was exonerated by our ‘justice system,’ an incident that does not stand alone in a country filled with hate crimes.
I can close my eyes and pretend these things do not exist and convince myself that relief of forgetting is peace. But that is only pretend peace until I remember, or reality is in front of my face again.
Instead I have to remind myself that true peace comes from acting honorable, in my daily life, and letting go of attachment to other people’s actions, reactions, or expectations. It is not manipulating reality to make myself feel better.
So I’ve brought this book off my shelf and placed it on my coffee table to remind myself to do what I can in my daily life, to act with honor towards the greater good, and right now that means doing the best I can at being anti-racist, and letting go of the things I cannot do or change.
Change the things I can, accept the things I can’t, recognize the difference.
May true peace find its way to each of our hearts. And may we create a more honorable country each and every day. 🇺🇸 And may we always feel united in our suffering, comfort our brothers and sisters in mourning, and rise together as one nation under love.