So, it seems that suicidal teenagers is a thing in YA this year? I’m not complaining—okay, I am a little. Feelings are hard. Depression is a difficult topic to broach. Reminders of my humanity are not often welcome. But here we are, having emotions. What Cindy Rodriguez did here was really pretty wonderful.
With a great writer and amazing illustrator at the helm and a great premise behind it, this should’ve been an easy home run. Alas, I cannot fully put into actual human words the full breadth and width and depth of my disappointment in this. If only this were a series instead of one single book that left me wanting.
This is not a book for everyone to read and enjoy. I mean, you can still pick it up and peruse even if you aren’t, were, or are going to become a nurse because you’re a grown-ass adult who can make his or her own decisions and who the fuck am I to tell you what to do? You might not really get as much out of it as someone who does have some investment in the nursing field, though. This book goes from time […]
I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed this story didn’t play out more like the second (and superior) second season of “Justified,” I still came away enjoying a sweet romantic story about a girl so desperate to get out of her small-ass town she’ll resort to illegal moonshining to help her pay her way through college. Of course, falling in love with the podunk hillbilly hearththrob/recovering alcoholic wasn’t exactly part of the plan. Then again, when is it ever?
You know, I had a very lovely Tuesday planned that involved reading, possibly finishing, one of the four wonderful books I’m currently reading. And then the mail came with two books I pre-ordered, and those plans were shot to fuck. It seems that Jasmine Warga and her debut novel My Heart and Other Black Holes had vastly different ideas about how my day off would be spent. I can’t remember the last time I inhaled a book, cover to cover, within the span of an […]
I hate the five-star rating scale sometimes. What does each rating even mean? And what exactly do you give a book that’s barely okay in writing and plot-wise is “not that bad” and occasionally interesting, adding up to a an overwhelming sense of meh? Two, you give it two stars. And let me tell you why.
“My biggest secret of all—the one I would rather die than tell, the one I wouldn’t even put in my diary—is that I really, truly, in my heart, want to be beautiful. I want to be beautiful so much—because it will keep my safe, and keep me lucky, and it’s too exhausting not to be.” This is my first CBR year and my first attempt at a book review, so be kind, and only throw the softest and freshest of vegetables my way. Fortunately, I made […]