It’s a work in progress, and some of the characters introduced here are more than slightly based on actual people I know… though the names have been changed to protect the guilty… But I wanted to share this, and see if it was any good before I got sucked too far into this story: Continue reading “A scene from a new WIP.”
Hi there, Coffee Share Peeps! Today, we’re having our coffee (or tea, in my case) in the local IHOP. I just got my nails done, and I still need to go to the grocery store, but I didn’t want to go to the store hungry, so…
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
At first glance, it’s the typical rom-com type scenario: Girl (in this case, Rachel) loves Boy (Henry), Boy loves Other Girl (in this case, Amy), and then hilarious hijinx ensues. Then, as you read it, you realize that there are many really wonderfully complex layers!
Rachel is dealing with the loss of her brother, which creates an obvious rift between her and almost everyone she knows and interacts with. Meanwhile, Henry has broken up with the girl he thinks is “the one,” and also is faced with the possibility of losing the one thing that his family loves: their bookshop. Throughout the book, we are faced with whether or not the two will end up together, or if Rachel is too broken to even be normal, let alone fall (back) in love, or if Henry will ever realize what a jerk Amy is so he can see Rachel as an option.
Hi there, Coffee Share Peeps! I’m sorry I wasn’t around last week: I was trying not to get sick… and I failed.
Every year, at the beginning of the school year, I get a cold or flu of some sort. This one was particularly nasty, and I probably should have stayed home Monday, but I was afraid that it would set a bad precedent. I’d missed on a “Monday” not too long ago (it was really a Tuesday because it was after a 3 day weekend, but you get the idea) because (if you remember) I accidentally gave myself food poisoning. Missing again on a Monday because I had a cold seemed suspicious… even though it was totally legit.
In fact, my voice sounds like a dying frog while we discuss the happenings of this week. So don’t mind me if I start coughing to get this phlegm out of my throat…
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Lucy Barton had a hard life growing up well below the poverty line in a rural town (Amgash, IL), but she somehow managed to escape. Many years, a marriage and 2 kids later, she finds herself hospitalized for what should have been a routine surgery and her mother has come to visit. This book is her stream of consciousness retelling of how that visit affected her.
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
When a group of siblings finds out the day they’re each going to die, it has an interesting effect on how they each live their life. Will they live it to the fullest? Or will they become overly cautious and not live at all? The book discusses these ideas as we follow each sibling up until their death, and then switch character perspectives to follow the next in line to die.
When I first picked up the book, I was interested in the premise, but not sure if I would enjoy it all that much. While I did enjoy it a great deal, it wasn’t the wow that I was expecting based on some of the reviews I’d seen prior to picking it up.
One review, in particular, however, pointed out that the most exciting stories were the first two, the stories of the ones who died first, and I must say I agree with it.
Fair warning: beyond this point are some very vague spoilers.
If you’ve been keeping up with the Weekend Coffee Share posts, you know that the last few weeks of my life have all been about finding that work-life balance. Namely, recognizing that they were completely out of balance, and trying to find a way to get them back into balance.
After spending 48 hours without sunlight week before last, and then beginning last week with food poisoning because I was too lazy to go grocery shopping, I realized something had to give. But I was also aware that some things were already going better… albeit only when I stick to my plan (which I hadn’t been doing).
Believe it or not, I am more organized now than I have ever been in the past, and it is all thanks to my bullet journal.