By Cynthia Ayala
Hey there people of the page. So, it turns out that I have once again become backlogged on books. I have until Sept 2 to read 4 books. I’ve knocked one out of the park (these are ARCs with expiration dates btw) and I’m in the middle of two at the moment. I’m saving the longest for last while I go through these two, using every spare moment, my sleepless nights (I’m an insomniac) to read, read, read. I guess it’s a good thing I have finished prelim edits on my novel. I printed out a copy for myself so that I can go over formatting and editing issues that will no doubt need to be addressed. So, until that arrives in the mail, I plan on using all this free time to catch up on this reading. I’ve also gotten control over my anemia again. I’m not great at taking care of myself and I feel fine most of the time so I don’t take my iron pills but when I crash, boy do I crash. And you know what one of the symptoms of anemia is? Loss of interest. So I was reading slower than usual, spending half my time just being a lazy bum. But I’ve taken my iron pills every day for the past 6 days, getting my iron up as best as possible. And the change is noticeable.
So here you go folks, my upcoming reading list for this week. Since my energy is up, I have no doubt that I will catch up on my reading. At least, that’s the hope. Happy reading!
By by Moïra Fowley-Doyle
“One stormy summer night, Olive and her best friend, Rose, begin to lose things. It starts with simple items like hair clips and jewelry, but soon it’s clear that Rose has lost something bigger; something she won’t talk about.
Then Olive meets three wild, mysterious strangers: Ivy, Hazel and Rowan. Like Rose, they’re mourning losses – and holding tight to secrets.
When they discover the ancient spellbook, full of hand-inked charms to conjure back lost things, they realize it might be their chance to set everything right. Unless it’s leading them towards secrets that were never meant to be found . . .”
by Stephanie Kuehn (Goodreads Author)
“‘”This isn’t meant to be a confession. Not in any spiritual sense of the word. Yes, I’m in jail at the moment. I imagine I’ll be here for a long time, considering. But I’m not writing this down for absolution and I’m not seeking forgiveness, not even from myself. Because I’m not sorry for what I did to Rose. I’m just not. Not for any of it.’
Ben Gibson is many things, but he’s not sorry and he’s not a liar. He will tell you exactly how what started as a simple school camping trip in the mountains ended the way it did. About who lived and who died. About who killed and who had the best of intentions. And he’ll tell you about Rose. But he’s going to tell you in his own time. Because after what happened on that mountain, time is the one thing he has plenty of.”
Ding dong—Dorothy is dead.
I watched as the Emerald Palace crumbled to the ground, burying Dorothy, the Girl Who Rode the Cyclone, under the rubble. And now that the rightful ruler, Ozma, has been restored to the throne…
Oz is finally free.
My name is Amy Gumm. You might remember me as the othergirl from Kansas. When a tornado whisked me away to the magical land of Oz, I was given a mission: Dorothy must die.
But it turns out girls from Kansas are harder to kill than we look.
Now the Road of Yellow Brick is leading me away from Oz to the dark world of Ev, where I have a new, powerful enemy to deal with: the Nome King. And—surprise—he has a gingham-clad bride.
With my magical shoes and a shrinking group of allies, I have one final chance to fulfill my mission and save not only what’s left of Oz, but Kansas, too. As the line between Good and Wicked blurs even further, I have to find a way to get rid of Dorothy once and for all—without turning into a monster myself.
Dorothy once said there’s no place like home. Can I stop her from destroying mine?“
*Disclaimer: all synopsis are provided by Goodreads.