Sunday, March 24, 2019

Stacking the Shelves #313 & the Weekly Wrap-Up!

This bookish meme tells the blogosphere what all we borrowed, bought, and received for review. It's hosted over at Tynga's Reviews.

From Publishers:

From the Library:
Cover image for Queens of GeekCover image for Learning to Breathe
Cover image for Moonlight ScandalsCover image for As Long as We Both Shall Live
Cover image for The Field Guide to the North American TeenagerEnchantée

When I tell y'all my ALL my holds came in at the same time I mean digital AND physical smh

Weekly Wrap-Up:

Tuesday 03/19/19:  Top 10 (Well 13) Books on my Spring TBR!
Wednesday 03/20/19: Waiting on Wednesday: Permanent Record by Mary H.K. Choi
Friday 03/22/19: Book Blogger Hop: Reading With Audiobooks! 
 Saturday 03/23/19:  Small Town Hearts by Lillie Vale

Me on Instagram:

I made this really cutesy bookstagram last weekend because I was in love with Opposite of Always. I will be meeting him next weekend and I am already excited. I'm going to try printing this and I'll see if I can get him to sign it. I want to add it to me library! 

Excuse the terrible bathroom selfie, but I got a new library shirt! It's the lyrics to Reading Rainbow! 

My library system puts together this event called Tournament of Books. Teams of 4 teens get together to read this set of books. They go through different events to decide who will represent their school and public library. It's then narrowed down to 5 teams for the finals. The finals were held yesterday and I was fortunate to be able to judge. It was so refreshing to see all those teens reading by choice. I wish all of them could win, but alas it went down to one team! A team of all boys (who said boys don't read?!) who were so happy that they won that one of them had tears in his eyes and another jumped up and down. All of them worked so hard and I was glad everyone was able to go home with a prize. I was sad I couldn't go to #NTTBF but I think this is where I needed to be this weekend!

It was #NationalPuppyDay so I got a quick selfie with my babe. There's another pic in my story of him "smizing" lmao Go check it out! 

What about you?
Did you get any of these?
Did you read any of these?
Did you take a picture for National Puppy Day?
Let me know in the comments! 

Saturday, March 23, 2019

Small Town Hearts by Lillie Vale

e-ARC, 336 pages
Release Date: March 19, 2019
Published by: Swoon Reads
Read from: March 18-22, 2019
Source: Edelweiss (I received a copy of this book from Edelweiss and the Publisher in exchange for a just and honest review. This did nothing to influence my review.) 
For fans of: Contemporary, Romance, Companion, Stand-alone, Realistic Fiction, Summer Lovin, YA

     Rule #1 - Never fall for a summer boy.
     Fresh out of high school, Babe Vogel should be thrilled to have the whole summer at her fingertips. She loves living in her lighthouse home in the sleepy Maine beach town of Oar’s Rest and being a barista at the Busy Bean, but she’s totally freaking out about how her life will change when her two best friends go to college in the fall. And when a reckless kiss causes all three of them to break up, she may lose them a lot sooner. On top of that, her ex-girlfriend is back in town, bringing with her a slew of memories, both good and bad.
     And then there’s Levi Keller, the cute artist who’s spending all his free time at the coffee shop where she works. Levi’s from out of town, and even though Babe knows better than to fall for a tourist who will leave when summer ends, she can’t stop herself from wanting to know him. Can Babe keep her distance, or will she break the one rule she’s always had - to never fall for a summer boy?


     What drew me to this was the cover. As a self-proclaimed "foodie," when I saw this cover I knew it would contains elements I really liked: romance, food, and an interesting story on how the two came together. And let me tell you, that's exactly what I got.
"This was what I loved about summer, the free pass to be totally lazy and do things only if we wanted to do them."
     Babe's number one rule is to never fall for a summer boy. It hasn't been hard to stick to that rule. She's happy with her best friends Penny and Chad, her lighthouse house, and the community of Oar Rest. But then comes Levi, the new guy who turns up and starts challenging all the answers Babe thought she already had.
"You can't always count on having a second chance. Sometimes you just get the one roll of the dice."
     The number one best thing about this book is the setting. Period. Point blank. Everytime I picked up this book I was transported to Oar's Rest. And the best part about it was the homey feeling it gave me. I'm from Galveston, Texas, where I went to the beach most of my young life and we did many of the activities mentioned in this book. It reminded me so much of home! The fresh seafood, the salt smell in the air.... Just everything. I'm not sure if Lillie Vale is from Maine, but this place was either well-researched or just about real experiences.
"Life wasn't meant to be preserved in amber."
       The food in this book was also enough to make me wish for them all. (Especially the chowder and tea shortbreads!!! And I don't even like tea....) In other words, do not read this book on an empty stomach. It will make you hungry and when you can't have what they have, you will get mad like me.
"Sometimes its easier to be the real you when you're with strangers."
     As for the writing style, I enjoyed it for the most part, but there were sometimes it felt a bit jumpy. I believe it could have been the fact that I read an e-ARC, but I'm not sure. It just seemed that it jumped in certain spaces without a cut in the scenes. It was a bit confusing and at times I found I had to go back and re-read certain parts that I fly right over.
"Beginnings could be scary, and there was always a chance that the ending wouldn't be pretty, but the middle was what made it all worth it."
     Lastly the characters. I liked Babe and most of her friends and all the community. But I'm not sure why Penny and Chad just rubbed me the wrong way. I didn't like the way they treated her and acted towards her the whole of the book. Penny seemed like a POS friend and Chad too for just going along to make her happy. I found myself secretly telling Babe to let them go. that Lucy and Lorcan were way better friends anyways.
"Summer's good for a lot of things, but the real test is what comes next."
       This book was a surprise for me. Although it has all the things I love in a book, it wasn't high on my radar until I heard it was a summer loving story. Pair that with everything else and I knew I had to read it. This book is for all those waiting on the perfect beachy reads and the perfect beachy weather.
Overall, I give this

Friday, March 22, 2019

Book Blogger Hop: Reading with Audiobooks

Do you read along with your audiobooks?         

This is a good question and one that I never realized I could do. (Sounds stupid I know lmao) But because I like to read more than one book at a time I don't. When I do have time to read an actual book, it's normally the physical book I'm reading. If I'm listening to an audiobook, I'm probably doing other things like cleaning, laundry, cooking, etc.  

What about you?
Are you like me or do you read along with them?
Let me know in the comments! 

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Blog Tour Stop: Fear of Missing Out by Katie McGovern

         Everyone has a fear of missing out on something--a party, a basketball game, a hangout after school. But what if it's life that you'll be missing out on?
     When Astrid learns that her cancer has returned, she hears about a radical technology called cryopreservation that may allow her to have her body frozen until a future time when--and if--a cure is available. With her boyfriend, Mohit, and her best friend, Chloe, Astrid goes on a road trip in search of that possibility. To see if it's real. To see if it's worth it. For fear of missing out on everything.

      This book is a really intense emotional read! Make sure you have all the necessary items for when you cry! For me, I need puppy cuddles and tissues. Optional: Wine lolol

What do you use for those books that leave you with puffy eyes the next day?
Do we share some of the same practices? 
What kind of puppy do you cuddle with?

Fear of Missing Out is available now! 

Blog Tour Stop: In Another Life by C.C. Hunter

     Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn’t scar her, and she’s had a great life. Now, fourteen years later, her loving parents’ marriage has fallen apart and her mom has moved them to Joyful, Texas. Starting twelfth grade as the new kid at school, everything Chloe loved about her life is gone. And feelings of déjà vu from her early childhood start haunting her.
     When Chloe meets Cash Colton she feels drawn to him, as though they're kindred spirits. Until Cash tells her the real reason he sought her out: Chloe looks exactly like the daughter his foster parents lost years ago, and he’s determined to figure out the truth.
     As Chloe and Cash delve deeper into her adoption, the more things don’t add up, and the more strange things start happening. Why is Chloe’s adoption a secret that people would kill for?

Today I'm sharing a chapter excerpt of In Another Life!



“What are you doing? I ask when Dad pulls over at a con­venience store only a mile from where Mom and I are now living. My voice sounds rusty after not talking during the five­ hour ride. But I was afraid that if I said anything, it would all spill out: My anger. My hurt. My disappointment in the man who used to be my superhero.
“I need gas and a bathroom,” he says.
Bathroom? So you cant  even  come  in to see Mom when you drop me off? My heart crinkles  up like a used  piece of aluminum foil.
He meets my eyes, ignores my questions, and says, You want anything?
“Yeah. My freaking life back!” I jump out of the car and slam the door so hard, the sound of the metal hitting metal cracks in the hot Texas air. I haul ass across the parking lot, watching my white sandals eat up the pavement, hiding the sheen of tears in my eyes.
“Chloe, Dad calls out. I move faster.

Eyes still down, I yank open the door, bolt inside the store, and smack right into someone. Like, my boobs smash against someone’s chest.
“Crap, a deep voice growls.
A Styrofoam cup hits the ground. Frozen red slushie ex­plodes all over my white sandals. The cup lands on its side, bleeding red on the white tile.
I swallow the lump in my throat and jerk back, remoing my B cup boobs from some guys chest.
Sorry,” he mutters, even though its my fault.
I force myself to look up, seeing first his wide chest, then his eyes and the jet-­black hair scattered across his brow. Great! Why couldnt he be some old fart?
I return to his bright green eyes and watch as they shift from apologetic to shocked, then to angry.
I should say somethinglike, add my own apology—but the lump in my throat returns with a vengeance.
Shit. The word sneaks through his frown.
Yeah, all of this is shit! I hear Dad call my name again from outside.
My throat closes tighter and tears sting my eyes. Embar­rassed to cry in front of a stranger, I snatch off my sandals and dart to a cooler.
Opening the glass door, I stick my head in needing a cooldown. I swat a few stray tears off my cheeks. Then I feel someone next to me. Dads not letting this go.
“Just admit you screwed up!” I look over and am swal­lowed by those same angry light green eyes from a minute ago. “I thought you were . . . Sorry, I say, knowing its late for an apology. His look is unsettling.
He continues to glare. An all­ in ­my­ face kind of glare.
As if this is more than a spilled slushie to him.
“I’ll pay for it. When he doesnt even blink, I add an­ other, “I’m sorry.

“Why are you here?” His question seethes out.
“What? Do I know you? I know I was rude, buthotness asidethis guy is freaking me out.
His eyes flash anger. “What do you want? His tone car­ries an accusation I dont understand.
“What do you mean? I counter.
“Whatever youre trying to pull, dont do it.
Hes still staring me down. And I feel like I’m shrinking in his glare.
“I’m not . . . You must have me mixed up with someone else. I shake my head, unsure if this guys as crazy as he is sexy. “I dont know what you’re talking about. But I said Im sorry. I grab a canned drink and barefoot, carrying sticky sandals, hurry to the front of the store.
Dad walks in, scowling.
“Careful,” a cashier says to Dad while mopping up the slushie just inside the door.
Sorry, I mutter to the worker, then point to Dad. “Hes paying for my Dr Pepper! And for that slushie.
I storm off to the car, get in, and hold the cold Diet Dr Pepper can to my forehead. The hair on the back of my neck starts dancing. I look around, and the weird hot guy is staning outside the store, staring at me again.
Whatever youre trying to pull, dont do it.
Yup, crazy. I look away to escape his gaze. Dad climbs back in the car. He doesnt start it, just sits there, eyeball­ing me. You know this isnt easy for me either.
“Right.” So why did you leave?
He starts the car, but before we drive off, I look around again and see the dark ­haired boy standing in the parking lot, writing on the palm of his hand.
Is he writing down Dad’s license plate number? Hes a freak. I almost say something to Dad but remember I’m pissed at him.

Dad pulls away. I focus on the rearview mirror. The hot guy stays there, eyes glued on Dads car, and I stay glued on him until hes nothing but a speck in the mirror.
“I know this is hard, Dad says. “I think about you every day.”
I nod, but dont speak.
Minutes later, Dad pulls over in front of our mailbox. Or rather Moms and mine. Dads home isnt with us anymore. “I’ll call you tomorrow to see how your first day of school was.”
My gut knots into a pretzel with the reminder that I’ll be starting as a senior at a new school. I stare out at the old house, in the old neighborhood. This house once belonged to my grandmother. Moms been renting it to an elderly couple for years. Now we live here. In a house that smells like old people . . . and sadness.
“Is she home? Dad asks.
In the dusk of sunset, our house is dark. Gold light leaks out of next door, Lindsey’s house—she’s the one and only person I know my own age in town.
Moms probably resting,” I answer. Theres a pause. “Hows she doing?
You finally ask? I look at him gripping the wheel and star­ing at the house. “Fine. I open the car door, not wanting to draw out the goodbye. It hurts too much.
Hey. He smiles. At least give me a hug?”
I dont want to, but for some reasonbecause under all this anger, I still love him—I lean over the console and hug him. He doesnt even smell like my dad. Hes wearing co­logne that Darlene probably bought him. Tears sting my eyes.
Bye. I get one slushie­dyed foot out of the car.
Before my butts off the seat, he says, “Is she going back to work soon?”

I swing around. “Is that why you asked about her? Be­cause of money?
“No. But the lie is so clear in his voice, it hangs in the air.
Who is this man? He dyes the silver at his temples. Hes sporting a spiky haircut and wearing a shirt with the name of a band he didnt even know existed until Darlene.
Before I can stop myself, the words trip off my tongue. “Why? Does your girlfriend need a new pair of Jimmy Choos?
“Don’t, Chloe, he says sternly. “You sound like your mom.”
That hurt now knots in my throat. “Pleeease. If I sounded like my mom, Id say, ‘Does the whore bitch need a new pair of Jimmy Choos!’” I swing back to the door.
He catches my arm. “Look, young lady, I cant ask you to love her like I do, but I expect you to respect her.
“Respect her? You have to earn respect, Dad! If I wore the clothes she wears, youd ground me. In fact, I dont even respect you anymore! You screwed up my life. You screwed up Moms life. And now youre screwing someone eighteen years younger than yourself. I bolt out and get halfway to the house when I hear his car door open and slam.
“Chloe. Your stuff.” He sounds angry, but he can just join the crowd, because I’m more than mad—I’m hurt.
If I werent afraid hed follow me into the house all pissed off and start an argument with Mom, Id just keep going. But I dont have it in me to hear them fight again. And I’m not sure Moms up to it either. I dont have an option but to do the right thing. It sucks when youre the only person in the family acting like an adult.
I swing around, swat at my tears, and head back to the curb.
Hes standing beside his car, my backpack in one hand

and a huge shopping bag with the new school clothes he bought me in the other. Great. Now I feel like an ungrate­ful bitch.
When I get to him, I mutter, “Thanks for the clothes. He says, “Why are you so mad at me?”
So many reasons. Which one do I pick? You let Dar­lene turn my room into a gym.”
He shakes his head. “We moved your stuff into the other bedroom.
“But that was my room, Dad.
“Is that really why youre mad or . . . ? He pauses. “Its not my fault that your mom got—”
“Keep thinking that, I snap. “One of these days, you might even believe it!”
Hands full, chest heavy, I leave my onetime superhero and my broken heart scattered on the sidewalk. My tears are falling fast and hot by the time I shut the front door behind me.
Buttercup, a medium­ sized yellow mutt of a dog, greets me with a wagging tail and a whimper. I ignore him. I drop my backpack, my shopping bag, and dart into the bathroom. Felix, my red tabby cat, darts in with me.
I attempt to shut the door in a normal way instead of an I’m­totally­pissed way. If Mom sees me like this, itll upset her. Even worse, itll fuel her anger.
“Chloe?” Mom calls. “Is that you?
“Yeah. I’m in the bathroom. I hope I dont sound as emotionally ripped as I feel.
I drop down on the toilet seat, press the backs of my hands against my forehead, and try to breathe.
Moms steps creak across the old wood floors. Her voice sounds behind the door. You okay, hon?”
Felix is purring, rubbing his face on my leg. “Yeah. My stomachs . . . I think the meat loaf I had at Dads was bad.

“Did Darlene fix it?” Her  tones rolled and deep­ fried  in hate.
I grit my teeth. “Yeah.
“Please tell me your dad ate a second helping.
I close my eyes, when what I really want to do is scream, Stop it! I get why Moms so angry. I get that my dads a piece of shit. I get that he refuses to take any blame, and that makes it worse. I get what shes been through. I get all of it. But does she have a clue how much it hurts me to listen to her take potshots at someone I still sort of love?
“I’m going to sit out on the patio, she says. “When youre out, join me.
“Uh­ huh,” I say.
Moms steps creak away.
I stay seated and try not to think about what all hurts, and instead I pet Felix. His eyes, so green, take me back to the boy in the store. Whatever youre trying to pull, dont do it.
What the heck did he mean?

If this synopsis and chapter interests you, keep this title on your radar! This book comes out
March 26th

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