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Friday, February 21, 2020

The Playbook

While I don't condone the behavior found in Barney Stinson's playbook, I found myself chuckling a few times while reading this. In the show, the playbook itself was a pivotal moment in Barney and Robin's relationship. However, my favorite play, The Robin WASN'T EVEN IN THE PLAYBOOK. I was hoping against hope that it would be, I remember crying and yelling and being absolutely astonished with their entire relationship up to the point and even after. But this book isn't about the show so let me get back to The Playbook.

It was a super quick read, not as good as The Bro Code, but it was alright.

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Monday, February 17, 2020

The Bro Code

I've been re-watching How I Met Your Mother for the past few days.
It's one of my favorite shows around, plus I need something to watch incessantly now that Friends is no longer on Netflix. So when I saw The Bro Code and The Playbook were part of a BOGO sale at 2NC I grabbed them immediately!
Now lets keep in mind, these are parody books based on Neil Patrick Harris's womanizing player of a character, Barney Stinson. Oh, and it was written in 2008 so obviously times have changed and some of the vernacular is outdated.

But this was a quick read; quick like I read it in about an hour. But I enjoyed it and had a great time grilling my husband on the unspoken "Bro Code." He doesn't even watch the show but he was dying as I showed him page after page of little things he does. The only downside to this book was getting past the first few articles that were your stereotypical womanizing sexist behavior that just doesn't fly in this day and age. But once you get past that it's genuinely funny and very true to Barney's character.

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Saturday, February 1, 2020

Space Between

I first met Nico through their character Josh on Younger.
So when I saw they were writing a book, I immediately had to have it.
That being said, I had no idea what to expect from Nico's life.
 
Space Between: The Exploration of Love, Sex, and Fluidity.
Nico has always felt like they needed to explore their sexuality and what exactly that would mean for their family, career, and overall well-being. Recently, Nico has decided to use they/them pronouns. Their gender fluidity is constantly moving, adapting, and growing with who they are at any given time. What I found to be an extremely honest explanation for the they/them pronouns (which I wasn't totally sure of how to explain before now) was when they explained that people are multidimensional. We're always juggling more than one character trait at a time but not one trait solely describes us. It seems fitting to refer to Nico as they or them because that's who they feel most comfortable as.

But what I really want to talk about is the dynamic between Nico and their partner Bethany. The love they share for each other is astounding. They have explored every sense of their beings together and have continuously helped each other grow to be the best versions of themselves. They were together through the darkest parts of their addiction, through several relationships (some of which were broken because of their closeness), through experimenting with polyamory, through the rawest forms of love. Their love knows no boundaries.

I was expecting a quick peek into Nico's stardom but instead I got this incredibly raw piece of art that they put their entire heart and soul into. I applaud everything they are doing, from the protests, to the subtle coming outs, to the honestly they share everyday.

Friday, January 31, 2020

Spotlight: The Third to Die

I partnered with Harlequin Trade Publishing to bring you guys an exclusive first look at The Third to Die by Allison Brennan! Below you'll find the first chapter of her new Mobile Response Team Series! 

Wednesday, March 3
Liberty Lake, Washington
12:09 a.m.

Warm blood covered him.
His arms, up to this elbows, were slick with it. His clothing splattered with it. The knife- the blade that had taken his retribution- hung in his gloved hand by his side.
It was good. Very good.
He was almost done.
The killer stared at the blackness in front of him, his mind as silent and dark as the night. The water lapped gently at the banks of the lake. A faint swish as it rolled up and back, up and back, in the lightest of breezes/
He breathed in cold air; he exhaled steam.
Calm. Focused.
As the sounds and chill penetrated his subconscious, he moved into action. Staying here with the body would be foolish, even in the middle of the night.
He placed the knife carefully on a waist-high boulder, then removed his clothes. Jacket. Sweater. Undershirt. He stuffed them into a plastic bag. Took off his shoes. Socks. Pants. Boxers. Added them to the bag. He stood naked except for his gloves.
He tied the top of the plastic, then picked up the knife again and stabbed the bag multiple times. With strength that belied his lean frame, he threw the knife into the water. He couldn't see where it fell' he barely heard the plunk.
Then he placed the bag in the lake and pushed it under, holding it beneath the surface to let the frigid water seep in. When the bag was saturated, he pulled it out and spun himself around as if he were throwing a shot put. He let go and the bag flew, hitting the water with a loud splash.
Even if the police found it- which he doubted they would- the water would destroy any evidence. He'd bought the clothes and shoes, even his underwear, at a discount store in another city, at another time. He'd never worn them before tonight.
Though he didn't want DNA evidence in the system, it didn't scare him if the police found something. He didn't have a record. He'd killed before, many times, and not one person had spoken to him. He was smart- smarter than the cops, and certainly smarter than the victims he'd carefully selected.
Still, he must be cautious. Meticulous. Being smart meant that he couldn't assume anything. What did his old man use to say?
Assume makes an ass out of you and me...
The killer scowled. He wasn't doing any of this for his old man, though his father would get the retribution he deserved. He was doing this for himself. His own retribution. He was this close to finishing the elaborate plan he'd conceived years ago.
He could scarcely wait until six days from now, March 9, when his revenge would be complete.
He was saving the guiltiest of them for last.
Still, he hoped his old man would be pleased. Hadn't he done what his father was too weak to do? Righted the many wrongs that had been done to them. How many times had the old man said these people should suffer? How many times had his father told him these people were fools?
Yet his father just let it happen and did nothing about it!
Nothing! Because he was weak. He was weak and pathetic and cruel.
Breathe. Focus. All in good time.
All in good time.
The killer took another, smaller plastic bag from his backpack. He removed his wet gloves, put them inside, added a good-sized rock, tied the bag, then threw it into the lake.
Still naked, he shivered in the cold, still air. He wasn't done.
Do it quick.
He walked into the lake, the water colder than ice. Still, he took several steps forward, his feet sinking into the rough muck at the bottom. When his knees were submersed, he did a shallow dive. His chest scraped a rock, but he was too numb to feel pain. He broke through the surface with a loud scream. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't think. His heart pounded in his chest, aching from the icy water.
But he was alive. He was fucking alive!
He went under once more, rubbed his hands briskly over his arms and face in case any blood remained. He would take a hot shower when he returned home, use soap and a towel to remove anything the lake left behind. But for now, this would do.
Twenty seconds in the water was almost too long. He bolted out, coughed, his body shaking so hard he could scarcely think. But he had planned everything well and operated on autopilot.
He pulled a towel from his backpack and dried off as best he could. Stepped into new sweatpants, sweatshirt, and shoes. Pulled on a new pair of gloves. There might be blood on the ATV, but it wasn't his blood, so he wasn't concerned.
He took a moment to stare back at the dark, still lake. Then he took one final look at the body splayed faceup. He felt nothing, because she was nothing. Unimportant. Simply a small pawn in a much bigger game. A pawn easily sacrificed.
He hoped his old man would be proud of his work, but he would probably just criticize his son's process. He'd complain about how he did the job, then open another bottle of booze.
He hoped his father was burning in hell.
He jumped on the ATV and rode into the night.

Wednesday, January 29, 2020

1984

Okay, I'm probably in the minority here. But this book killed my soul.
 
You know that old saying, "If a tree falls and there's no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?" That's kind of how this book is written. It's every philosopher's dream and every sane person's nightmare.  What you think you know, you must forget you know. History is rewritten every single day. But if you somehow remember the past (because humans actually have memory believe it or not) then you are guilty of thoughtcrime. Meaning you thought something outside of what "Big Brother" wants you to think. They want a dictatorship in the purest sense of the word. But even that idea isn't what bothered me. What bothered me was that Winston and Julia opposed Big Brother while working directly for them. When the opportunity arose for them to join the Brotherhood, they jumped on it. But really they were just trading one dictatorship for another? They literally were not gaining a single thing by joining the Brotherhood, it did not help them in any way, shape, or form. But they were prepared to put their lives on the line for another all knowing entity??? For Winston to want free will so badly, he sure didn't act like it.
 
Now in the beginning, Winston starts by buying a journal and writing stories of his past for a future generation. One he knows he'll likely never be a part of, but his words might. Honestly his like.....three journal entries were the best part of the entire book. If the whole thing was written like that instead of him just kind of gallivanting off with Julia every chance he got, I might have given this story more than 3 stars.
 
The last 50 or so pages were also incredibly well written. But again, the logic behind what O'Brien was doing to Winston still made zero sense to me. I understand that Winston was set up by O'Brien to commit thoughtcrime. I understand that Big Brother masterminded this entire thing to trick Winston into thinking he was acting on his own free will. But logically, everyone in the Inner Party would also be committing thoughtcrime because they're divulging past information to the prisoners as they try to reform them. Maybe that was the idea behind this entire book? That the wealthy control everything?

I don't know but I'm not going to keep trying to figure it out.

Friday, January 10, 2020

The Phantom Prince

When I first took an interested in true crime, Ted Bundy's name popped up. I was so intrigued by him. I devoured all the articles and books on him. So when I took a Serial Killers course in college, I wrote my final paper on Ted Bundy. That's when I found this book, written by his ex-fiance.....for $1000+ on a wide variety of book retailers. When they announced the movie Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil, and Vile (which is based off of this book) I had high hopes for a re-release of his original book. 3 days ago, I got my copy in the mail.

So that's a lot of hype that I was putting into this book.
 
But Liz, oh man, Liz.She was so young, so naive, so vulnerable when she met Ted. She had no idea this would become her life. She really, truly humanized Ted in her original manuscript. She got to write about a side of him that the general public following him never got to see. She saw the love of her life, playing with her daughter, playing house, dreaming of a future. Which is how she missed all the red flags that kept popping up even before the kidnappings and murders. She abused alcohol, she trusted a man she hardly knew, she stuck with him until he was arrested in Florida. FLORIDA. AS IN WHERE HE COMMITTED HIS LAST 3 MURDERS. And then she still couldn't turn him away when he called after that! 

I know love is a tricky thing.
The phrase "Blinded by love" is no joke.
But Liz and Ted were toxic for each other. Their entire relationship was based on their own selfish needs and codependent behaviors. The hardest part for me, was watching Liz battle herself over the details directly in front of her. He tried to drown her, he abandoned her for days, she knew he spent time with other women, she found a hatchet under the seat of his car, she turned him into the police multiple times and still could not see a future without him in it. It was sad, really.

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Tuesday, January 7, 2020

Denali

Ben Moon was in his mid-20s, living near the mountains, and trying to save his crumbling marriage. This was never the life he wanted, but he began building his new life around climbing, surfing, and photography. That's when he knew he needed a new companion, a dog. Denali was just a few weeks old when Ben spotted him in the shelter. He knew this was the dog he wanted to spend forever with.

Ben and Denali lived in a van, living the "dirtbag" lifestyle. They lived a life on the road, camping near Ben's climbing sites and enjoying every ounce of fresh air nature could offer. Until Ben was diagnosed with colorectal cancer, ultimately halting their nomadic lifestyle for the immediate future. Ben put out the diagnosis for as long as he could possibly handle. When he heard the news that he would have to use a colostomy bag for the rest of his life, his world was turned upside down. How could he continue climbing and surfing? How was this going to affect his career and future? He was an athlete through and through. 

Denali stood by his side through every chemo treatment, every metallic sweat filled night, every trip to the bathroom to vomit. Denali became his only constant throughout his entire journey. So when Denali's body became cancer-ridden, Ben knew he had to step up for his best friend, his confidante, his dog. The two of them continued on adventures until Denali's very last breath.

Denali was a quick read for me.
I expected it to be about Ben and Denali's relationship more so than Ben's cancer diagnosis. With quirky inserts of what can only be described as Denali's innermost thoughts, Ben included Denali in every aspect of the book. It was almost as if a subtle mentioning of Denali made you love their relationship even more. Some people have a rare, raw relationship with their dogs and I definitely can tell that through Ben and Denali's life together. They steadied each other for many years until Denali's time had come. They truly loved one another.

After Denali, Ben wanted to do something special for him.
I'm including the short film Ben Moon, Ben Knight, and Skip Armstrong made in his honor.
 Beware, I cried. A lot.
 
 

Huge thanks to Penguin Random House for sending me an arc!
Denali hits shelves January 14, 2020!