Three best friends, a lake house, a secret trip – what could go wrong?
It was supposed to be the perfect prom weekend getaway. But it’s clear something terrible happened when Claire wakes up alone and bloodied on a hiking trail with no memory of the past forty-eight hours.
Three went up the mountain, but only one came back.
Now everyone wants answers – most of all, Claire. She remembers Friday night, but after that… nothing. And now Kat and Jesse – her best friends – are missing.
That weekend changes everything.
What happened on the mountain? And where are Kat and Jesse? Claire knows the answers are buried somewhere in her memory, but as she’s learning, everyone has secrets – even her best friends. And she’s pretty sure she’s not going to like what she remembers.
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book in exchange of an honest review. No payments made between me and the publisher.
Kara Thomas did it again! I’ve enjoyed all of the other books written by her and this, That Weekend did not disappoint! The book twists and turns are unexpected and promising. Every chapter explains a lot of things that the readers will surely look out for. This book is surely hard to put down, all I wanted was to continue reading and know what really happened during that weekend.
Waking up in the middle of nowhere and not remembering any thing that happened before is scary right? You are not sure of your past, your identity and you feel helpless at all (if that’s me, I’m not sure if I will believe all the people around me too). This is what happened to Claire, she has been clueless of all the memories except that last Friday night. Claire was worried with her friends missing, or they might be dead. Who knows, that’s for the readers to find out. I will not spoil it (or at least, try not to). Claire for me is a good person who is in love at the same man that her bestfriend is in a relationship with, Jesse. This guy, (Jesse) is somehow a lost person who is madly in love with Kat. He will do anything for her (I mean it, ANYTHING; I think, that’s crazy though). Kat, she’s a rich girl with controlling family, she’s not happy at how things work and she can’t the things she wanted, she’s a nice person and a good friend to Claire. The story of the book basically revolves around these three (3) characters and it’s insane on how the events of the story patches at the end. Everyone had a reason for doing things I suppose.
As a blogger, I’ll recommend this book to all other readers and to my friends. The book is exciting and promising. I am confident that you all will enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the other books. I can’t wait to have my physical copy soon! I’ll buy it once it’s available in our local book stores.
That Weekend, has been a great book to get away from my reading slump too! I think, most of you all will agree with me. Better start reading that book if you haven’t yet.. *winks*
“You can’t just convince yourself not to care about someone when they were a huge part of your life.”
Kara is the author of The Darkest Corners, Little Monsters, and The Cheerleaders. She is also the author of the Prep School Confidential series from St. Martin’s Griffin under the pen name Kara Taylor.
Kara has written for Warner Brothers Television and currently writes full-time on Long Island, where she lives with her husband and rescue cat.
Weekend blog feature!!! I should make this a thing, what do you think? I think it will be fun though. I would be searching for authors or bloggers that wants to be featured, to be known by other people. I’d love to help in some way if I could. I do hope you guys will support me on this. Thank you so much! Moving on, today’s feature will be The World of Aeora by Brett Palmer.
This is interesting, you would be thinking what is in The World of Aeora? I think this is the time I’ll tell you to go check the blog here: https://www.worldofaeora.com/. This blog contains free stuff (downloads) that you may use for yourself to read or for personal projects. The author is really friendly and easy to talk to so, you may reach out to him via his blog or Twitter: https://twitter.com/BGPportfolio.
So far… despite the busy week, I’ve managed to read three books this month! I’m hoping to read more this coming July. I also joined a blog tour and I haven’t done that in ages so it’s fun! Take a look at my R-E-A-D books this month.
This is the book I reviewed and I’ve been part of a book tour. I haven’t read this kind of book in a while, it’s a fantasy book and there’s a lot going on, but in a good way. This book is the second part of the series, two books have been published so far and I’m waiting for the third! I’m sure you’ll like this. Readers can check my book review here.
Nina LaCour didn’t disappoint me!!! I loved this book. I somehow can relate on this, also I thought it’s some kind of a horror type of book but, aahhhh.. nope.. it is something else. Something more deep, entertaining and emotional. I liked this book a lot more than readers can imagine. I’ll recommend for you all to read this.
This book is cute!!! the character is a Swiftie! (I AM TOO!) I could relate on that also, she’s an IT geek (points-to-self). It’s a quick read kind of book. I bet readers will like this as well, I’d love to reread this when I get some time again.
This is not a lot but every books I read were awesome! What’s your JULY wrap up? Let me see! ^_^
A fun and upbeat paperback original romance about a girl who finds a cheat sheet for love.
Spring break . . . heartache?
For coder extraordinaire Ashley, high school is all about prepping for college. Her love life? Virtually nonexistent. She’s never been on a date. Never been kissed. Never been in love.
When her plans veer off course, Ashley realizes she might be missing out on her high school experience. Now that spring break is finally here, Ashley vows to have fun . . . and, for the first time, follow her heart.
Starting with Walker Beech, her gorgeous, maybe-not-so-unrequited crush. But with Jason Eisler–her childhood friend turned prankster–in the picture, trouble is bound to follow. Will Ashley’s epic spring break lead her to love, or will her heart crash and burn?
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book in exchange of an honest review. No payments made between me and the publisher.
I’ve been looking for a book that is a quick read, something that’s entertaining, and uplifting moods, after a few minutes of browsing from my to-be-read (tbr) pile I found this book. I got curious, I don’t usually read an excerpt because I wanted to be surprised about what the book has to offer. Annddd, this book did not disappoint. I got sucked into the story because of two things, coding and Taylor Swift. I’m a swiftie too and I love being one, it connects life stuff sometimes, I just can relate.
My Epic Spring Break (Up), is a good book that I think every high schooler can relate to. It’s love, seeking for adventures, dealing with the future and aiming for what you want before college comes. The characters are just so lovely and I liked the friendships between these characters. They’re just amazing and they never give up on their goals. It’s a bit sad when Ashley had to experience losing but it turns out, that’s just another opportunity for her in a different direction. She’s lucky that she has everyone’s support behind her back, no matter what it takes friends, family are there for her.
The concept of the book is just simply beautiful. I’m sure every reader will love it. It’s simple yet entertaining. And oh… before I forget, Walker Beech, there’s something about him that I am curious about, at the same time I don’t like this guy, he smells trouble. But I’d love to know his side of story (can there be one?!) It’s going to be nice if there’s another book like this, or some other point of view from this book.
“I’ll never give up on my dreams.”
This one is my favorite quote from this book. It inspired me at some point. It’s true, never give up on your dreams no matter how hard that is. It’s always good to have purpose, to have something to look up to and inspire yourself to do more and challenge yourself on achieving those dreams.
Kristin Rockaway is a native New Yorker and recovering corporate software engineer. After working in the IT industry for far too many years, she finally traded the city for the surf and chased her dreams out to Southern California, where she spends her days happily writing stories instead of code. When she’s not working, she enjoys spending time with her husband and son, browsing the aisles of her neighborhood bookstores, and trying to catch up on sleep.
Jahrys Grent, now King of Astenpoole, is faced with restoring Astenpoole and cleaning up the Junkland. While King Jahrys reshapes the kingdom, dealing with lords and knights, word of another sorceress, Emilia Danell, reaches Astenpoole. Preparing for another fight, Jahrys worries that Emilia comes for the same reason as the previous sorceress, Nadia Danell.
Once Emilia reaches Astenpoole, Jahrys quickly realizes things are not as they seem. With nightmares plaguing him, and a power he doesn’t understand, The Lost Soul takes Jahrys on a quest beyond the Western Mountains and into his destiny.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a book review, and I am honestly honored to be part of this book tour. It was actually a bit challenging for to do reviews lately since my job could go insane and I literally don’t have time for everything, but joining in this tour made me more focused on reading again which I enjoyed. Reading the two books reminded me on how fun it is to have other things to do aside from work and I’ve got no regrets on stopping work just to read this.
This book have three (3) character point of view and a lot of other character names involved on each chapters. Readers will know each and everyone of them eventually as they go along and read the book *wink*. Each characters are interesting and they have a fair contribution in the story and the readers will love them, some will be hated but, that’s how books goes right? Focusing on the main characters: Jahrys, Emilia and Piller these three makes the book interesting and worth reading. Their stories makes the book alive, the flashback makes the book interesting, that makes you understand the characters more. Jahrys, being the new king of Astenpoole, a new role and responsibility for him, is he the sorcerer they expect him to be? Emilia being the Sorceress who wanted to revive a lover, will she be successful bringing Belvadere to life? and Piller, the captain of Knights of the Poolesguard, will his worries about Astenpoole fades away, will he turn his back?
This book has it’s big twist and it gave me chills! Like for real though! It makes me even more excited for the third book! Tell me there’s a third book… I can’t wait for this one. The return of one person from the previous book changes everything! This makes me want to reveal!!! But.. I can’t, I just can’t, LMAO.
I’ll end my review here now before I spill some more spoilers. Once again, I’m glad to be part of this book tour. I’d love to be part of the tours again and read more books on free time. I also want to congratulate the author for doing Junkland and Lost Souls, both books are amazing and I can’t wait to see those in a local bookstores specially here in the Philippines.
Readers, enjoy The Hoarding series! No regrets on this one *winks*
Patrick Johns is a wordsmith who grew up in Ramsey, New Jersey, where he would play for hours in his basement with his dino-saurs, and out back in the woods with his imaginary friends in imaginary worlds. He has been writing since he was young—creating worlds and drawing the made-up characters within them, but his imagination was put on hold while in college.
Patrick is a graduate from Virginia Tech (Go Hokies!), with a degree in Industrial and Systems Engineering and a second de-gree in Mathematics. While he is doing very well, he never forgot his imaginary friends, and always imagined bringing their world to life in a novel.
Upon graduation, Patrick’s wonderful parents took him to see Aladdin on Broadway, one of his favorite childhood stories. And yes, it is his dream to one day soar high into a diamond sky on a magic carpet, singing a beautiful duet with someone he just met and fell madly in love with! After the play, Patrick’s creativity sparked and he started writing again to make this dream come true—as well as his childhood dreams of imaginary worlds.
Junkland is his first novel, now available on Amazon. The sec-ond novel in The Hoarding series is underway, with the third soon to follow.
I hear the beach calling for me! Summer is near. I usually enjoy winter, but this one was rough and I’m definitely ready for a new season.
Summers in Manitoba are hot and humid. sometimes temperatures reach up to 35 C. We go through many fire watch’s, intense storm warnings and even the odd terrifying tornado. But, summers in Manitoba bring the most amazing waves at the beach, and the most beautiful gardens that seem to dance in the suns rays.
My summers are usually very laid back and filled with a lot of time at my parents house swimming. I find my days fly by so fast and I’m not left with as many intentional memories as I’d want. I’m really trying this year to be intentional and purposeful. So, here are 10 things I want to do, visit, see, or experience!
SUMMER 2021 1. Take a walk in a different town.
2. Tie dye some shirts with the kids.
3. Paint and hide rocks.
4. See a waterfall.
5. Paint my toe nails.
6. Watch a sunset.
7. Read in a park.
8. Try swimming in the beach.
9. Take A LOT of photos.
10. Laugh every single day. The uncontrollable kind.
I want this summer to fuel my soul. It’s been a tough year. It’s time for a different season.
Hey everyone! I know this is a late post but, I still want to share my book haul last year, December 2020. I pretty much completed the one’s in my list and I don’t have regrets on buying them. I haven’t read all of the books yet because I’m still reading the books I bought prior December.
As we welcome this another year, I am wishing you all to have a prosperous 2021. We all know, last year (2020) was a very tough year for each and everyone of us. Let’s not forget that easily but make it as a lesson in our lives. Stay safe and remember, there are better things to do than complaining about something we can’t control.
Anyhow, this year, I’ll try my very best to be active on blogging again. I really missed doing this and hopefully I can read more books than last year. It’s going to be another busy year but, that’s okay. Reading to me is like my happy place. It can help me relax and all. I may not have all the time in the world to reply to all emails and request, but I’ll try my best. I really have a very busy schedule not just at work but some personal matters too. I am surprised how can I handle all of that sometimes but, thankfully? I can.. and I’ll continue doing what I’m doing just to finish all my tasks. Maybe tweak a little too just to make more time on some other things. LOL.
As early as now, I am doing some January ‘to-read’ books line up. I just can’t decide which note or scheduling tracker is better, anything you can suggest will be a big help because, currently, I have Trello and Google Keep in mind. I’m exciting for this year, I have a lot of books to read from last year but I guess I can make it. Feel free to comment or suggest good books you’ve all read from last year, if it’s part of a series, please don’t forget to mention.
I think, that’s it for me today (or tonight). I’ll try to make entries every week. Wish me luck!!! Have a good year ahead. 🙂
Remmy grows up with Beth in Bellhammer, Illinois as oil and coal companies rob the land of everything that made it paradise. Under his Grandad, he learns how to properly prank his neighbors, friends, and foes. Beth tries to fix Remmy by taking him to church. Under his Daddy, Remmy starts the Bell Hammer Construction Company, which depends on contracts from Texarco Oil. And Beth argues with him about how to build a better business. Together, Remmy and Beth start to build a great neighborhood of “merry men” carpenters: a paradise of s’mores, porch furniture, newborn babies, and summer trips to Branson where their boys pop the tops off of the neighborhood’s two hundred soda bottles. Their witty banter builds a kind of castle among a growing nostalgia.
Then one of Jim Johnstone’s faulty Texarco oil derricks falls down on their house and poisons their neighborhood’s well.
Poisoned wells escalate to torched dog houses. Torched dog houses escalate to stolen carpentry tools and cancelled contracts. Cancelled contracts escalate to eminent domain. Sick of the attacks from Texaco Oil on his neighborhood, Remmy assembles his merry men:
“We need the world’s greatest prank. One grand glorious jest that’ll bloody the nose of that tyrant. Besides, pranks and jokes don’t got no consequences, right?”
Buckass naked in hot, hand-boiled bathtub suds, playing with his tin New York dairy truck and some
Spur Cola bottles, he heard old Rooney’s brakes set to squelching.
“Aww shit.” He was six years old. “Aw shitty shit shit.”
They didn’t have no school buses back then, you see, just one room schoolhouses dotting the countryside like peppercorns tossed sparingly over a pot of boiled taters. And if you weren’t gonna walk five miles to school one way, you’d better get your ass in line for old Rooney’s flatbed truck when it pulled up to your street corner when them brakes squelched out loud.
Remmy jumped up quick as a cat scared by a cucumber and ran out without drying himself. “Rooney! Rooney!” Momma Midge cried after but it was of no use.
It started to go and all of his classmates and Elizabeth too stared at him with suds all down his naked body as he
sprinted across that hot dirt road and it picked up on his feet till the soles went black and he caught the truck just barely and plopped buckass naked on the back with the rest of them.
The other kids stared. One snorted.
Rooney slammed on the brakes with a fresh squelch and craned his head out the window. “The hell, Remmy?”
“The hell, Old Man Rooney?”
“Don’t you the hell me, boy, you’re buckass nekked!” The kids giggled then. Specially Elizabeth.
Remmy blushed a bit. He was naked, but not quite old enough to be ashamed. Not quite. “So?”
“So you can’t go to Sunday school nekked, Remmy!”
“You can’t go to Sunday school without me, Old
“Well… well you’re nekked though.”
“Well so what? Skin and mind ain’t the same.”
“Don’t get smart with me now. Don’t you start.”
“Honest, Old Man Rooney, I’d rather go to school naked than to stay home covered but dumb.”
Rooney shook his head. “Go put on your britches. I’ll wait.” Remmy scooted off the back of that pickup and got about five feet before he heard the kids pointing and laughing. He looked down — some of the limestone dust in the back of that flatbed had stuck to his butt, and now he had a white ass to offset them black soles. Full white moon and hooves of black. Like a whitetail buck.
But they got him to class, they did. Him and the others. He sat down and tried his best to wink at Beth. He winked and he winked and fidgeted in his chair, the limestone working his buttcheeks like sandpaper.
Beth never did wink back no matter how much work Remmy’d put into winking her way. He’d give anything just to be able to fall asleep in the safety of her older, softer arms and wish the world and its scaffolding and fist fights away. Oh and its hate too, yup. But she didn’t seem fond of that idea, the winking and the kissing and the holding, or even the noticing him, really, busy as she was with her maths.
Maybe she’d seen enough of him for the day, all things in mind.
Remmy’d been in the second grade at the time and learning from Miss Witt in the one-room school. Miss Witt said, “Well it looks like we got six students and four oil people today.”
The children of parents not employed at Texarco laughed and pointed at the rest. The children of oil parents blushed. That included Beth.
“Missing one oil person,” Miss Witt said. “Where’s Jim Johnstone?”
“Probably painting himself black with tar,” Remmy said.
“You quit,” Beth said to Remmy.
Beth being one of them oil people put him in one of them tight spot dilemma problems, it did. Remmy went to school there along with a few other kids, learning his grammars, how to make his thoughts into clean words, but mostly just winking at Beth Donder and hoping she’d wink back.
She was five years older than him, which made her twelve or something. That combined with his oil people comments made it damned near impossible he’d get a wink out of her. He remembered the news came in on a Sunday morning in the middle of the Sunday school and the winking and her age.
Jim Johnstone came running in hot and sweating like a creek-dipped mink in his winter wear, that look on his face like he had bad news nobody else knew about and he’d only tell you once you begged him good and long to reveal his secrets. Except it must have been extra bad cause he said,
“Miss Witt! Miss Witt! Turn on the radio!” She turned it on.
“—C. Hello NBC. This is KTU in Honolulu, Hawaii. I am speaking from the roof of the Advertiser Publishing Company Building. We have witnessed this morning the distant view a brief full battle of Pearl Harbor and the severe bombing of Pearl Harbor by enemy planes, undoubtedly Japanese. The city of Honolulu has also been attacked and considerable damage done. This battle has been going on for nearly three hours. One of the bombs dropped within fifty feet of our KTU tower. It is no joke. It is a real war. The public of Honolulu has been advised to keep in their homes and away from the Army and Navy. There has been serious fighting going on in the air and the sea. The heavy shooting seems to be—” Static cut off the broadcast. Then the voice went silent. The kids did too.
Remmy didn’t like how quiet it was so he got up and went into the corner of the schoolhouse and dropped his britches — which showed his limestone-white ass — and started peeing in the mop bucket.
Miss Witt shouted, “Good Lord, Remmy, what on earth! Why are you doing that?”
“Cause I got good aim,” he said. “Why else?” The kids laughed.
Remmy turned his aim a bit while they was laughing and sprayed a little on Jim Johnstone’s notebook just cause that boy liked being the bearer of bad news. Miss Witt sent him home early and, though happy that he made the kids laugh instead of thinking about the new war, in later years Remmy would say to me, “I couldn’t believe I did that. I guess I always enjoyed the power of a good prank.”
They had rationing after that. You couldn’t buy sugar or coffee or gasoline or anything without a stamp, which you got from the ration board. It mattered how far you had to drive to work which messed up his Daddy John’s milk jug gathering, since Daddy John had finally saved up enough to ditch the wagon and get a la bumba of a car.
Forced Daddy John to take more time building homes and sheds and things for men in the oil fields. Daddy John wasn’t that close in to begin with, but Remmy hated the government for taking away his dad even further and hated Texarco for keeping him. It took away too his chance of one day having Beth to rock him to sleep safe away from shouting and wars like a good mother, curbing travel like that. See, you had to ride with somebody else wherever you went so you didn’t drive so many cars. If you wore out your tires, you had to get a permit for another one — one at a time instead of a set. Couldn’t get meat, so Remmy’d shoot squirrels and rabbits with his slingshot and cook them, and that’s no lie.
Remmy stole stories from the one room school house — for one, cause they were expensive, books, and for another, cause boys made fun of other boys for reading and so he needed to read in private, and for a third, cause if he didn’t like the book — say it tried to sound smarter than it really was deep down — and if rations got real bad, he could always use the front pages to wipe his ass.
They’d had themselves a farm — a peaceful place out away from the oil fields and out away from the milk driving, where at least one Saturday a month Remmy’d been able to play out in the yard with Daddy John. He missed the smell of that farm — the sweet corn and shitty smell of good fertile soil. But because of the travel curbing, they moved in from the farm. Moved in to the big city: Odin, Illinois. Traffic was awful when you had a twenty-four street town. They sold most of it, his parents and the farm, but they brought a couple pigs along. Them pigs was an anchor for a while, keeping Remmy joined to that heavenly garden on earth. Other people had pig pens in the back. John David — Remmy’s Daddy — raised them so they could have some pork.
When the pig got turned into pork, the anchor was cut loose and he was free floating in Odin. Midge — Remmy’s Momma — kept chickens so they could have those, but they weren’t half the people pigs were. The chicken coops went in the side yard, and those chickens never really settled down either after the move. Remmy got it: foxes everywhere.
Shoes was hard to get all of a sudden. Hell, when he was on the farm he’d loved going barefoot, and as soon as he needed shoes to walk around town on account of moving into town on account of the war, he couldn’t get good shoes also on account of the war, which wasn’t fair no matter how he looked at it. Had to sole them and put heels on them over and over again, wishing he had Moses’ shoes that never wore out. Couldn’t buy hardly anything. So everybody dug in and did what they could do.
They had paper drives. Remmy took his paper around to people’s houses and tied it in bundles and stuck it up on the wagon and sold it, hoping the money would help Daddy John not work so hard and then maybe have some time to the family. Never really worked, though. What’d they sell the paper for? Well for cardboard, for shipping crates for the war. Some of them crates had munitions, stuff for the war. Oh, yeah, they had a pants factory. Pants for the army. Cause you can’t go to war with your horse running loose out of its barn, the other seven-year-olds boys all said. Specially the streakers.
Remmy had to admit that he knew something about that.
Yeah it was the big plant that’d done the bottled cola there, Spur Cola from Bellhammer, Illinois? Remmy watched that plant close one day in the war for the pants and watched them take all of those bottles — just a bunch of them — and he followed them out and saw people dump them into a specific mine shaft. Yeah, that cola plant’d shut down and turned into a place for making pants that kept the horses of the respective army men in their respective barns. That and saltpeter.
Well when they abandoned that coal mine around the same time, everybody dumped their trash down in there, down in the mine. So it seemed right when the time came to do so to lower all those full and sealed Spur Cola bottles down that shaft. Remmy watched them do it just to make room for the pants, and he was just a little boy, so he wasn’t strong enough to go down in there and get them bottles, but he reminded himself of the place: the old railroad, the groundwork of the truck stop, the shoe factory, and the bottle factory near the mine. He did. Because he asked The Good Lord, “Good Lord, will you help me remember this place?”
And The Good Lord said back, “Remmy, I will.
Remember me, Remmy.”
And Remmy said, “Good Lord, I will.”
So Remmy memorized it and The Good Lord both. Some days he’d come back and mark the spot with his toe or a flag made of a stick and a rag or write his name in the dirt there with his piss just to make sure he still knew all them bottles were hid down in there. And one day he’d come back and dig up all those bottles, cause there wasn’t another Spur Cola in the world but in Bellhammer, Illinois, and therefore one day those Spur Cola bottles would be prime rare antiques, and so he’d dig up all of them and sell them one at a time on the big city auction block. A regular old Sotheby’s, yes sir. And then he’d have enough money to buy his Daddy John a vacation for just the two of them in some castle somewhere in Ireland or Germany or Camelot — somewhere where they have those old castles and throw jokes like jesters at all the dumb tyrants around the world. He wanted to build the biggest castle out of the world’s greatest joke. Best part about throwing jokes and pranking tyrants is that there ain’t no consequences for a good joke, and yet they change people’s minds. Kind of like the joke he’d told about the castle he’d built the year before out of the Lincoln Logs in the back of the horse wagon, back when he’d gotten lost and Daddy John had shouted. That was before they’d moved in from the safety of the farm — their Little Egypt castle. Before everything went to hell and they’d treated each other like Bloody Williamson.