New Year’s Eve Rant

There’s this ache in my chest and my best friend, or at least someone I thought was my best friend in the entire world, put it there.  Exactly two minutes after the ball dropped, he called me and told me he couldn’t be my friend anymore and that he was leaving my life for good.  No explanations given except that it was in his best interest; so he could feel better.  I’m still trying to figure out how to react.  I don’t want to see anyone, I don’t want to eat, I don’t want to go out.  Ive done my crying and all I have left is this huge ball of anger, resentment, disappointment and sadness rolling around my stomach.

He’s tried calling me several times but honestly, I can’t bring myself to answer.  How can you say something like that to me and then expect me to hear you out?  I have always been there for you, through so much shit and I have torn myself apart for you and you leave? Fuck you.

I don’t plan on answering his calls, ever.  This is what he wanted.  Even if he regretted it immediately and tried to patch things up it wouldn’t change how he made me feel.  Like I can be thrown away without a second thought. Fuck you.

2015 was an amazing year for me.  I know I’m amazing, I know I have a lot to offer and if he can’t see that then screw him. I have thicker skin now.  He lost me. HE LOST ME. Not the other way around.

Now I’m gonna it my ass down, write some wonderful reviews for you guys because this mess of emotions is fantastic writing fuel.  See you soon, loves.




Reading Slump

Warning: Rant ahead!

Hey guys, as you can most probably tell by the title, I’m suffering from one of the worst reading slumps I’ve had this year.  I haven’t read anything during the month of October and that has me beyond frustrated for obvious reasons.  I’m a reader and a book collector and I have plenty to read of course but I just can’t bring myself to finish anything.  I started reading A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin and The Assassin’s Blade by Sarah J. Mass and I got really invested in both for a time and then, out of freaking nowhere, I lost all motivation.  Why? I don’t know. I really don’t.

463460It’s awful because I’ve been wanting to read both of them for so long and they’re so amazingly written but my emotions are working against me; they refuse to immerse themselves in the story.  It’s driving me crazy because I run a freaking book blog and I can’t update on anything! I know what you’re gonna say: post about something else.  The thing is, all this frustration fills me with anger and anxiety and I can’t think straight whenever I start up a new post.  WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?! I’M A GOOD PERSON!!! I JUST WANT TO READ!!!

I’ve come to the conclusion that I just gotta get my shit together and finish what I started.  Maybe reread one of my favorite books and breathe a little.  If you have any magical methods on how to get rid of this awful  bookworm problem, I’d appreciate if you’d tell me.


Bye loves, I’ll write again when I get back on track.


To Keep Books Intact or To Make Them Yours? That is the Question.


As a proud bibliophile with a plethora of bookish friends, I’ve noticed different tendencies when it comes to owning books and reading them.

Most of you like to keep your books in mint condition, no if, and’s or buts.  The pages must be pristine, with not a single crease or smudge to be seen; dust jackets well placed; spines intact.

And then there are readers like me.  I’m what you guys would call a “destroyer” (or so my friends have deemed me).  I take my books absolutely everywhere; to the beach, the mall, to dinner.  There’s sand in between the pages, grease stains here and there and maybe one or two water stained covers.  I’d probably take them to an intergalactic space war regardless of the consequences.

Due to this tendency of mine, my books do suffer quite a bit.  But that’s not really all.  I love breaking the spines.  It’s probably one of the most satisfying feelings I get as a reader.  BEFORE YOU GO RUNNING OFF INTO THE WOODS IN TERROR, I don’t do it just for the sake of cracking the spine.  The fact that I COULD break the spine is like some sort of reading checkpoint for me.  Seeing my A Song of Ice and Fire paperbacks with cracked spines makes me the happiest girl in town because it symbolizes my triumph over this colossal series.  Same goes for my Harry Potter collection.

I’m a paperback gal.  Hardbacks are cool and all but paperbacks are just so dynamic and easy to personalize.  ANd also I tend to lose dust jackets very easily (I’M SORRY).

What exactly do I mean by personalizing?

Tabbing! Highlighting! Notes!

Don’t be afraid to make that book yours!

     I used to be very afraid of “ruining” my books until I started exploring other people’s libraries (especially my grandmother’s) and I saw just how beautiful personal copies look like.   I love seeing the reader’s thoughts written on page corners, I love seeing phrases and descriptions highlighted and underlined because I just know how much that part impacted the reader.  Cracked spines show love in my eyes.  A book with creases has been read and reread numerous times and it’s pages have been loved every time.

If you’re obsessive about keeping your books clean then don’t worry, I understand.  But if you’ve ever gotten the urge to just write something you loved about a scene on a page corner or just kiss the book even when you have lipstick on: do it.  I can promise that when you take that book off your shelf, run your fingers through it’s pages and see those little mementos, you’ll feel just like you did the first time you had that masterpiece in your hands.


Unpopular Opinion: Popular Books I Hated (part 1)


I’m not much of a hater, I always try my best to see the good in people and in books.  But, alas, I am only human and sometimes I get filled with pure rage over silly things.  This year (so far) I’ve read a total of 76 books and among them are a couple of very hyped up books that I just…did not appreciate.  I’ll divide these into parts because there is an insane amount of hatred in my little body and I need to take it easy.  There might be some minor spoilers and swearing ahead so you’ve been warned!!!

Let’s start with the worst one of them all!


Goodreads Blurb

Oh boy. Where to even begin with this trainwreck.


If you haven’t read this piece of work then I really don’t recommend you do unless you’re looking for some horrible literature that’ll make you want to rip you hair out.  Talk about unimaginative characters, terrible plot line and boring narration.  So many things went wrong with this book, I still can’t process all of them.  First of all, nothing really happened in this book.  It was just a really long book about nothing.  The dialogue was stilted and unrealistic and everything was just so repetitive.  The same scenarios keep happening along the “story” over and over and you can’t help but groan at the lack of creativity.

Our main characters, Tessa and Hardin, are just straight up AWFUL people.

Tessa is just plain stupid, I swear.  Her ditziness is so forced that sometimes while reading I found myself screaming at the book because I could just NOT understand how she could be so stupid.  Not only that, but she was a cheater and tHEN SHE ACTED LIKE SHE WASN’T.  SHE WAS ALWAYS ASKING FOR TROUBLE AND THEN ACTED ALL INNOCENT AND VICTIMIZED WHEN SHE GOT IT.  I WANTED TO SLAP HER, REPEATEDLY.  SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE THIS OVERACHIEVING NERD CHICK WITH A STICK UP HER ASS BUT SHE SURE IS A MORON WHEN IT COMES TO RELATIONSHIPS AND BEING A NORMAL HUMAN BEING.

Hardin took the shit cake though.  The author tried to portray him as this tortured soul who couldn’t handle love because he is just so jaded (BARF).


Hardin is the shittiest leading man I’ve ever read.  Not only is he abusive towards Tessa, but he’s such a baby about things.  There was not an inch of maturity in his character and that’s a total turn off.  He’s supposed to be a “stereotypical bad boy” but mostly, he just whines about everything and throws the most ridiculous tantrums for no valid reason   whatsoever.

Back to the abuse; Hardin is very thorough with giving Tessa a total mental breakdown.  He makes her extremely insecure and ruins any possible relationship she might have had in the future.  I’m not saying that Tessa didn’t provoke him at times, because she did, but Hardin really was a psychotic little fucker with no self control.  Not only that, but later on they try to excuse his behavior by telling us his sob story, WHICH STILL DOES NOT IN ANY CASE EXCUSE WHAT AN ABSOLUTE ASSHOLE HE IS.

So yeah, toxic relationship and abuse? check.  Repetitive scenarios with no originality whatsoever? check.  Slutshaming? double check.

Needless to say, I’m not continuing this series anytime soon.