Hey everyone! Today's book review is Poison Study by Maria V. Snyder.
This is one of the best YA books I've ever read. The storyline, the characters (Valek!), EVERYTHING.
The romance doesn't start right away. It develops slowly and little by little. That's what I love about it. There's also some educational stuff in there, if you like things like that. I do. Then again, I did say I love everything about this book, did I?
This book is about a young girl, Yelena, who was sent to prison because she murdered her benefactor's son. She's the next in line to be executed, and the law states that the next to be executed should be offered a job as the food taster, who will be trained by Valek to taste the Commander's food for poison. Yelena, of course, accepts the job offer.
You'll have to find out what happens next yourself.
I could understand Yelena's situation and l could live her life along with her.
The dangers were so...captivating. I have no idea how, but just...wow.
Read this. You need to.
Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for the next review, Outlander!
Hey everyone! Today I'm going to be doing a book review on Eleanor & Park!
I've actually finished reading this for a week now, but I just couldn't find time to post a review. But by some miracle, here I am, although my finals are in 2 WEEKS!
Anyway, let's get started.
Eleanor is a really nice person, and what I like about her is that she isn't pictured as the perfect girl like in most books. She has flaming red hair, like, REALLY red, and she's described as a little big. To top it all off, she wears her clothes mismatched. Whoa. But despite her realistic descriptions, I just really want to push her to take a leap of faith with Park, you know? She believes that she isn't good enough for Park, and I know that some girls feel this way with their significant others, and I'm not judging or anything, but she, Eleanor, really deserves to be happy after all the crap she's been through.
Park is a whole different story. He's half Irish and half Korean. I can't picture him, you know? Irish and Korean is a really unusual combination. Park loves music. At first he thought that Eleanor was weird and wanted to avoid her. He cussed at her the first time they met. Bad first impression. But he soon learns that Eleanor is a really nice girl and slowly falls for her. Sweet, isn't it?
I like how the characters are described, and their very different personalities. I think it's sweet and incredible how people can connect through common hobbies and music. And books, of course. In this case, they're comics, but still...
I'd give this book 4 stars, not because I don't like it, but because to me, it wasn't...relatable. I couldn't really relate to the characters. I like to actually FEEL what the characters are feeling, and feel like I'm living their lives. I cried at the end, I seriously wasn't expecting it. Find out for yourself if you haven't read it yet. But anyway, I still recommend this book. A good plot it definitely has.
Thanks for reading this, and stay tuned for the next review!
Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
I just finished Landline, and as soon as I finished, I rushed to post about it.
Rainbow Rowell is just AH-MA-ZING. She's one of my favourite authors and her work is simply captivating. She makes her characters' feelings so real and she managed to make me feel what they're feeling. I'm reading Eleanor & Park next. I can tell it's going to be a while before I get bored of it.
Anyways, here's Landline for you.
Georgie McCool knows her marriage is in trouble. That it's been in trouble for a long time. She still loves her husband, Neal, and Neal still loves her, deeply - but that almost seems besides the point now.
Maybe that was always besides the point.
Two days before they're supposed to visit Neal's family in Omaha for Christmas, Georgie tells Neal that she can't go. She's a TV writer, and something's come up on her show ; she has to stay in Los Angeles. She knows that Neal will be upset with her - Neal is always a little upset with Georgie - but she doesn't expect him to pack up the kids and go without her.
When her husband and the kids leave for the airport, Georgie wonders if she's finally done it. If she's ruined everything.
That night, Georgie discovers a way to communicate with Neal in the past. It's not time travel, not exactly, but she feels like she's been given an opportuniyy to fix her marriage before it starts...
Is that what she's supposed to do?
Or would Georgie and Neal be better off if their marriage never happened?
Alright, so that was the blurb.
Love and marriage isn't always what we expect it to be. It's not always a happily-ever-after, but there are good times too.
But sometimes we have to make the right choices. Which one is it for Georgie? Should her marriage never have happened?
Read and find out! I absolutely recommend this book!
I have no words to describe what this book is like.
But I can tell you this - it has the saddest happy ending ever.
I still can't believe it.
I just finished reading it, and I may or may not have cried. Dear God.
It has lessons on life, friendship and even trust and forgiveness we all need to learn. We need to learn that true friendship can withstand anything. And that we can mend each other, no matter how broken. We need to believe in ourselves, stand up for what we believe in.
I'm going to give you an excerpt from Allegiant. More specifically, Chapter One. I strongly advise you to read the first two books, Divergent and Insurgent. They've been made into movies, but I think reading a book for yourself is so much better. Well, here you go! Have fun and I hope you like it!
I PACE IN our cell in Erudite headquarters, her words echoing in my mind: My name will be Edith Prior, and there is much I am happy to forget.
“So you’ve never seen her before? Not even in pictures?” Christina says, her wounded leg propped up on a pillow. She was shot during our desperate attempt to reveal the Edith Prior video to our city. At the time we had no idea what it would say, or that it would shatter the foundation we stand on, the factions, our identities. “Is she a grandmother or an aunt or something?”
“I told you, no,” I say, turning when I reach the wall. “Prior is—was—my father’s name, so it would have to be on his side of the family. But Edith is an Abnegation name, and my father’s relatives must have been Erudite, so . . .”
“So she must be older,” Cara says, leaning her head against the wall. From this angle she looks just like her brother, Will, my friend, the one I shot. Then she straightens, and the ghost of him is gone. “A few generations back. An ancestor.”
“Ancestor.” The word feels old inside me, like crumbling brick. I touch one wall of the cell as I turn around. The panel is cold and white.
My ancestor, and this is the inheritance she passed to me: freedom from the factions, and the knowledge that my Divergent identity is more important than I could have known. My existence is a signal that we need to leave this city and offer our help to whoever is outside it.
“I want to know,” Cara says, running her hand over her face. “I need to know how long we’ve been here. Would you stop pacing for one minute?”
I stop in the middle of the cell and raise my eyebrows at her.
“Sorry,” she mumbles.
“It’s okay,” Christina says. “We’ve been in here way too long.”
It’s been days since Evelyn mastered the chaos in the lobby of Erudite headquarters with a few short commands and had all the prisoners hustled away to cells on the third floor. A factionless woman came to doctor our wounds and distribute painkillers, and we’ve eaten and showered several times, but no one has told us what’s going on outside. No matter how forcefully I’ve asked them.
“I thought Tobias would come by now,” I say, dropping to the edge of my cot. “Where is he?”
“Maybe he’s still angry that you lied to him and went behind his back to work with his father,” Cara says.
I glare at her.
“Four wouldn’t be that petty,” Christina says, either to chastise Cara or to reassure me, I’m not sure. “Something’s probably going on that’s keeping him away. He told you to trust him.”
In the chaos, when everyone was shouting and the factionless were trying to push us toward the staircase, I curled my fingers in the hem of his shirt so I wouldn’t lose him. He took my wrists in his hands and pushed me away, and those were the words he said. Trust me. Go where they tell you.
“I’m trying,” I say, and it’s true. I’m trying to trust him. But every part of me, every fiber and every nerve, is straining toward freedom, not just from this cell but from the prison of the city beyond it.
I need to see what’s outside the fence.