Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Monday, November 17, 2014

Umbecoming by Rebecca Scherm



Title: Unbecoming
Author: Rebecca Scherm
Year:©2015
My Rating:★★★★★
Pages:308
Genre:Fiction
Format:ARC; Paperback
Sources: Penguin
Publisher:Viking






                     "ABOUT THE BOOK"

On the grubby outskirts of Paris, Grace restores bric-a-brac, mends teapot, and resets game. She calls herself Jullie, she's from California, and slips back to a rented room at night. Home in Gareland, Tennessee, and there, two young men have just been paroled. One, she married; the other she's in love with. Both were jailed for a crime that Grace herself planned in exacting details. And so begins a cat-and-mouse game as Grace's web of deception unravels. 


                                                     "MY REVIEW"

This was a good love triangle that I adore. Caught between love from two different people. Who can you chose. I would be lost and scared to make the wrong mistake. It kind of draws suspense because you don't know what the author has in stored for you. Lets just say you might or might not be shocked depending on what you think about while you are reading this book. The murder that was added was brilliant if I do say so myself. Check this book out. Its witty, sweet, but suspenseful. I wasn't disappointed with the ending because...... well I can't tell you that part. You have to see what Ms. Rebecca has in stored for you fiction, new adult avid readers out there.


         "ABOUT THE AUTHOR"



                             Rebecca Scherm is a graduate of New York University and the Helen Zell Writer's Program at the University of Michigan, where where she currently teaches.




Sunday, November 16, 2014

♧♧Blind Spot For Boys by Justina Chen♧♧



Title:Blind Spot for Boys
Author:Justina Chen
Year:©2014
My Rating:★★★★
Pages:321
Genre:Contemporary
Format:Hardcover
Soures:Booksparks
Publisher:Little Brown






        "ABOUT THE BOOK"

Sixteen-year-old Shana is officially on a Boy Moratorium. After a devastating breakup, she decides it's time to end the plague of Mr.Wrongs and devotes herself to her true passion: photography.


           "MY REVIEW"

I really enjoyed this read. Contemporary books aren't really my love for but this book changed my mine. This story kind of reminded me of "What Happened To Goodbye" by Sarah Dessen because of the passion and writing that made this book, a reality. It was cute, with emotion and love. A must read for YA book lovers out there. Shana's character irritated me but she fit the story line. This book also reminds me of 13 Going On 30, with the relationship shared by Mat and Jenna. Bravo. Bravo. This book made me laugh, cry, and get glad all over again. However, I didn't like the drug usage in the book. Taking drugs doesn't solve your problems it makes things worst for yourself, your loved ones, and the problem. When I hear about drugs it sounds like something that can be easily taken over if you don't stop. I felt that Shana could have gotten more guidance as a teen. If I was her mom she would have did half the things she did in the book because I give her tough love. Its sad that her dad got diagnosed with a (illness/disease). I kind of enjoyed the dad a little more because of such a triadic effect that hit the family than Shana. Not everyone is meant to find Mr. Right, not everyone is meant to get married or have children, but that doesn't mean you should stop living your life over anyone.


         "ABOUT THE AUTHOR"


                                             Justina Chen is the author of Return to Me, North of Beautiful, Girl Overboard, and Nothing but the Truth (and a few white lies)

Saturday, November 15, 2014

♠♠Mr. Samuel's Penny by Treva Hall Melvin & Giveaway #4♠♠


Mr. Samuel's Penny

by Treva Hall Melvin

on Tour November 1-30, 2014






Book Details:


Genre: YA Murder Mystery
Published by: The Poisoned Pencil
Publication Date: November 4, 2014
Number of Pages: 259
ISBN: 978-1929345045
Purchase Links:
My Review:★★★★




Synopsis:

It’s 1972 and fourteen-year-old New Yorker Elizabeth Landers is sent to the sleepy town of Ahoskie, North Carolina to spend the summer with relatives. Her expectation of boredom is quickly dispelled when police sirens and flashing lights draw her to a horrible scene at the Danbury Bridge. Mr. Samuel, owner of Samuel’s Lumber Yard, has driven his car off the bridge and into the river, drowning himself and his daughter. The medical examiner thinks it’s an accident, but the Sheriff finds fresh bullet holes on the bridge right where the skid marks are. Curiously, Mr. Samuel died clutching a unique 1909 wheat penny—a penny that is then stolen from the Sheriff’s office. Lizbeth witnesses Miss Violet’s grief upon learning that her husband and child are dead, and decides she will help by finding the penny.
Her search involves Lizbeth in the lives of many Ahoskie residents. Like the owner of the grocery store, mean old Mr. Jake, who—as all the kids in Ahoskie know—hates black folks. Plenty of pennies in his till. Then there is Ms. Melanie Neely, otherwise known as “Ms. McMeanie,” who thinks the lumber yard should belong to her. And Mr. Samuel’s handsome brother Ben, who struggles to keep the business afloat after his more clever brother’s death. Lizbeth searches through the collection plates at church and in the coin jars of crazy old Aunt Ode, a strange old woman missing one eye and most of her teeth, who keeps a flask in her apron pocket and a secret in her soul.



Read an excerpt:

Prologue
It is peculiarly bright this evening. Will not be dark for another hour or so. The headlights of the ’68 station wagon are on, but their worth cannot be seen until the fog seeps between the slats of wood. The sweet smell of honeysuckle floats through the air on a blanket of steam rising up from the river as the car makes its way across the threshold.
The old bridge aches aloud, for its back has carried many a passenger the last hundred years to and from Ahoskie, North Carolina. Known as “The Only One,” Ahoskie has existed as a settlers’ town and with the Indian name since 1719, but without the Indian’s permission to do For a moment there is a sense of unsteadiness.
Got to get across.
Just one more time.
Sometimes easy.
Most times hard.
Then sometimes someone never crosses back.
Chapter 1
For seven hours, I’d done nothing but unpack and eat. I was ready for something to happen.
But I wasn’t ready for anything like this.
I was standing at the front door that mid-June evening, waiting for Aunt Alice to come home from the grocery store, when I heard the piercing sound of horns and sirens unleashing their fury, synchronized to the flashing red and white lights leading the way south, away from town. The pimples that ran down my spine hurt from the screeching noise. At least five vehicles rushed down the narrow road, leaving great clouds of dirt as though dragged by invisible ropes behind them. Heading for a place where something God awful was happening.
I could see Auntie’s car trotting at a nervous pace behind them, then veering off to the left, down our street. I focused on her torso behind the wheel, then her head, then her eyes, steadfast with purpose.
“Hi Auntie, what’s going on down there?” I asked, with my hand shielding my eyes from the fading sun as she opened her car door to get out.
“I don’t know really, Lizbeth, ‘cept Uncle Frank was called to come in a hurry to help with his wrench truck down by the bridge.”
As the jarring sounds washed out through the tall bushy heads of the trees, Aunt Alice stared out towards the road. With her chin tucked in she spoke:
“Lizbeth, I’m going down there to see what’s going on. It’s going to be dark out soon. You can stay here if you want to, or go over to Mrs. Cooper’s if you get scared.” She placed her hand on my shoulder to reassure me that all would be okay.
“Scared? I’m not scared; I just want to go with you! See what’s happening down there!” I exclaimed, shaking her other hand in a tantrum, dividing her fingers between my two hands.
“You couldn’t fit in there anyway Lizbeth, I have a car full of groceries, girl. And besides, by the time I finish putting them away I may as well stay home.” She had me there, but I wasn’t about to give up. My eyes darted around the yard looking for a way out of the problem.
And there it was.
“You’re right Auntie, I can’t fit in your car, but I can ride my bike!” A prideful smile burned in the flesh of my cheeks.
“But Lizbeth....”
“I got a light on my bike Auntie. Besides, I bet I get there before you do!” That was all that needed to be said.
I arrived at the bridge before Auntie, thanks to my cousins showing me a narrow path just a couple of days earlier. I rode right on up to the bridge and oh so quietly kicked my kick-stand down. There wasn’t one holler, mostly because the police and other officials were concentrating on the sadness below. Good thing I had enough sense to leave my bike where it lay and walk the rest of the way so as not to call attention to myself. As my excitement grew, I tried to hold my breath, feeling my heart thumping through my chest, hoping that my good fortune in not being shooed away would hold out until I got a closer look.
By now the sun was so low the river looked like black ink slapping the shore angrily for letting Uncle Frank’s crane drop into its waters, and men bobbing up and down like red and whites. Flashlights dotting and dashing about like lightening bugs searching for their supper. A few orders jabbed out amongst the men here and there. Other than that, there was silence.
A startling shout came from a man with a white hat, and a tremendous swoosh broke through the dark water. When the crane pulled the car up, with a solemn grinding motion, something burst free from one of the car’s open windows. Shocked me so bad I nearly fell over into the deep, so shaken from the sight.
A man’s hand had set itself free from the car.
At first glance, the hand seemed to be riding the surface of the water, waving happily without care. But then the ashen skin with its grotesque wormy veins made it clear it was not.
Something glistened in rhythm with the ripples of water flowing over his fingers—a gold band.
But before I could focus, the shoulder and the head of the man slipped through the window like an eel. I could have held on a little longer but for the man’s face turning upward; his eyes bulging out of their sockets like strained ping pong balls. I threw up right then and there on the bridge, and luckily not on my brand new checkered shirt.
“Hey, hey you there girl! Get off the bridge before you drown your fool yourself! We don’t have time to be searching for no more bodies tonight. G’on now!” The man with the white hat again. I wanted to say sorry, but my wobbling legs took the best of me. Luckily I spotted Auntie on the shore, so I got my bike and stumbled to her side. Auntie held me close to her breast for a little while, still keeping her watch over the damage in the Ahoskie River.
I gathered myself and sat on the hood of her car, still hot from the engine, with a sweater between it and my legs. Auntie stood like stone beside me. Even the soft jowls of her face looked hard above her densely clasped hands.
I caught Uncle Frank’s eye across the river, and he waved to me in return. Not the free and happy to see you kind of wave, more like the I am here and so are you kind.
The rumble of a car moving fast towards us made me turn behind myself to see who was in such a hurry to see death. The Spring City emergency squad had already arrived, though late if you ask me, and there was nothing left to do except get that poor soul out of there. As the car’s lights peeked through the woods, I could see a turquoise Ford Country Sedan with a woman behind the wheel. A black woman. She steered wildly, like a cartoon character scripted for disaster, nearly hitting us as she drove up beside us. Punishing the brakes to screeching tears.
Barely before the car had stopped, she ran out towards the bridge.
She had on a light blue dress that ruffled at the collar and short sleeved cuffs. Her black hair, which was once held in a knot, was fast becoming a ponytail with every step she took. And she was beautiful. Only when she reached the water’s edge did I hear her crying. No, not crying.
She made a sound like an animal being torn apart from its limbs. She did not get far, thank God.
“My babyyy!” She hollered. Fighting to break free of the man in the white hat who had taken both her firm arms.
“Noooo, not my baby! Emma! No God, no!”
I looked over to Auntie’s grim face.
She could have been mistaken for a totem pole. I was afraid to speak; to interrupt the stranger’s pain seemed rude, but Auntie must have read my mind.
“Emma is...was their baby.” Aunt Alice swallowed hard when she said ‘baby.’ “The man you saw down there, her husband, Joseph Samuel.” I’ve known my Aunt Alice all of my life.
She obviously had some kind of affection for these folks for her to well up like this. “Joseph and Violet Samuel...and their daughter Emma.”
Lost in misery, we hardly noticed that Uncle Frank had crossed the bridge to meet us. He gave Auntie a long hug, then ushered me in to join them.
“What happened?” She whispered.
“I don’t know, hun’. Sheriff Bigly said the skid marks show Joseph drove that car clear off the bridge.” He stroked her back, gently rubbing the information in, soothing her like oil on a baby’s bottom. She let his powerful strokes sway her back and forth without resistance.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a man dashing to the grieving Miss Violet. A man named Benjamin Samuel, I gathered, from the loud and thankful greeting made by Sheriff Bigly.
Must be someone close in the family, I thought. He barely grazed her arm, when she suddenly turned to see who it was.
“My baby’s dead!” she cried to him.
His long fingers got a hold of her petite arms. As he pulled her closer in, she fought with the strength of twenty slaves to be free from his grasp. But he wouldn’t let go. She kicked her feet wildly to get him off of her, but she failed. I could hear her lungs heaving hard, until her body became limp in his arms.
That moment was hard with silence.
*
After what seemed like forever, Auntie finally broke her trance, got into the car and turned the engine on. I nearly fell off the hood from the suddenness of her intentions. Thank goodness her headlights were already on. I grabbed the handle and swung myself into the seat.
As soon as my seatbelt ‘clicked’ she was heading out. She braked with a jerk, and then yanked the gear hard into forward. As she pulled around to get back on the road, a dust cloud gathered around the wheels. Crackling bits of dirt and gravel pricked the skin of my arm dangling out the window.
“You okay Auntie?” I asked. I wanted to touch her hand, but both were clinched with a mind to stay on the steering wheel; ten and two o’clock. So I went for the flapping short sleeve of her shirt instead.
She nodded at me with a fleeting smile.
*


Author Bio:

Treva Hall Melvin, has been a practicing attorney in all levels of government as a prosecutor and criminal defense attorney. A native New Yorker, she graduated from Villanova Law School in Pennsylvania and now lives in the Philadelphia area with her husband, their two children, and their dog Audrey. She loves athletics and antiquing.




My Review:

This book is one of those books you don't want to stop reading because of so much suspense that's happening. Elizabeth reminds me of "Nate The Great". I would be so happy to uncovering the truth, because that's where the magic is. Mr. Jake would have to be my favorite character of them all. There's always someone mean which fit the scenery and I could use my imagination, which I can't say about all books I read *cough cough*. The story was beautifully and impeccably told. Mr. Samuel's death was not that predicable but I kind of saw it coming which made you put your mind and imagination to the test. This story should be shared more to people searching for a different genre to read, highly recommended to YA lovers out there. If you think mystery books aren't for you think again. This is a good ya thriller and I never read anything like this before.

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♠♠Destined for Doon by Carey Corp & Lorie Langdon♠♠



Title:Destined for Doon
Author:Carey Corp & Lorie Langdon
Year:©2014
My Rating:★★★★★
Pages:344
Genre:Fantasy
Format:Hardcover
Sources:Booksparks 
Publishers:Blink








         "ABOUT THE BOOK"

When Mackenna Ried left the land of Doon to follow her dream of Broadway career,she thought she was making the right decision. But nearly a year later, Kenna still can't shake visions of the prince she left standing on the edge of Brig o' Doon-a man who must surely hate her. When Ducan shows up unexpectedly in her dressing room, begging, her to return to Doon, she agrees to go, but only for the sake of her best fiend Veronica. She is determined not to fall for Duncan again-or to let Duncan fall for her.

            "MY REVIEW"

Destined for Doon is the 2nd book to the Doon Series. My favorite character would have to be Mackenna. Shes witty, hardheaded, and all of the above that makes you love her as she is. This was a good fantasy read and I enjoyed all the parts of it. Make sure you read "Doon" first(unlike me). You will understand the storyline a bit better. Both authors did a fantastic job on this book. I cannot wait to read "Doon" (coming soon) along with other books to come. This is now one of my favorite series that I have read in 2014. Nice read to enjoy on a summer day (not in my case). The book reminds me of "Ella Enchanted" along with the "Princess Diaries". Must read for young adult book lovers and avid readers. The love chemistry was very amazing as and I liked the moral "follow your heart and don't question it no matter what direction it leads". Its hard when your stuck in the middle and you wonder "left" or "right". These authors went into juicy details about what will happen or whats in stored for us readers. The chemistry between the love birds were very real. I could imagine whats happening or whats talking place, which is not your average love story. This one went in full detail and had very descriptive words. A round of "Applause" goes to you all.


                                        
                              My facial expression while reading


       "ABOUT THE AUTHOR(S)"



                                                                                                  Carey Corp and Lorie Langon came up with the idea of Doon, their debut novel, one fateful winter morning while discussing their love of musicals.