July Wrap Up!

It’s a wrappppp!!!!

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! ^_^

Book Review: My Epic Spring Break (Up)

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.

My Ratings

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.

Summer Bucket List 2021

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.


What’s on your summer bucket list?

Love Always,

Enn

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December 2020 Book Haul

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.

These are gifts from my friends. I love everything in this photo ^_^
December gifts for myself ‘coz why not? I found the books I’m looking for while we were roaming around the bookstore
I got everything from a book sale!!! It was really a good buy
Everything here will be read and used by next month!!! I’m super excited. More books to read and I got my journal too

So that’s it.. I mostly share my photos at my book Instagram account. You may check that here too: instagram.com/homeofabooklover

I’ll post my January book haul soon too and some book reviews. I have a lot of books to review both e-books and physical books. I can do this!!! *fingers crossed*

What’s your first read for February? Share it will ya? I’d like to check it out too!

Book Feature: Bell Hammers by Lancelot Schaubert

PRANKS. OIL. PROTEST. JOKES BETWEEN NEWLYWEDS.

AND ONE HILARIOUS SIEGE OF A MAJOR CORPORATION.

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?”


Book Excerpt

WILSON REMUS

1941

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

Rooney!”

“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.

Fat.

Chance.

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.


Book Review: The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas

Sixteen-year-old Bri wants to be one of the greatest rappers of all time. Or at least win her first battle. As the daughter of an underground hip hop legend who died right before he hit big, Bri’s got massive shoes to fill.

But it’s hard to get your come up when you’re labeled a hoodlum at school, and your fridge at home is empty after your mom loses her job. So Bri pours her anger and frustration into her first song, which goes viral . . . for all the wrong reasons.

Bri soon finds herself at the center of a controversy, portrayed by the media as more menace than MC. But with an eviction notice staring her family down, Bri doesn’t just want to make it—she has to. Even if it means becoming the very thing the public has made her out to be.

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 planning to read this book for months, I have the copy since last year but I can’t find the time due to work stuff. My job can be that crazy, lol. Anyways, I’m glad to finally find time read and finish this. What made me push through as well is when there’s the #blacklivesmatter movement and I would love to support in a way that I know of, so yeah, reading their works. And, to be honest this book is so relatable. It breaks my heart when I read this. What’s happening in the world right now is almost the same as what is written in this book. It opened my mind on this kind of political issues.

I love the book in every way, I enjoyed every part of it and how the author Angie Thomas, written every single scenario. It got me hooked. I don’t want to stop reading the moment I started it, if I had to stop? What I’ll do is to make sure there’s no other house chores so that I can peacefully read without hindrances. LOL. The main character in the story is someone people can look up to. She’s a strong young lady, a fighter and a person who really cares for people who matters to her. She fights for what is right instead of being silenced by the people around her. She fought until her voice is heard and I think, that’s the mind set that we needed nowadays. We need to speak louder so that people can hear us, right?

More people should read this book. We were given a chance to take a peak on what’s happening because of discrimination in our society. I think, this book can help us in some way. And I do hope, that one day, our world will just be a place with full understanding. That each other’s lives matter no matter what they’re ethnicity or color.

I will surely suggest this book to anyone. Not just here on my blog but also to my friends who I talk to everyday or, to someone who is asking for a book recommendation. I assure you, this is worth it.

My Rating

Angie Thomas was born, raised, and still resides in Jackson, Mississippi as indicated by her accent. She is a former teen rapper whose greatest accomplishment was an article about her in Right-On Magazine with a picture included. She holds a BFA in Creative Writing from Belhaven University and an unofficial degree in Hip Hop. She can also still rap if needed. She is an inaugural winner of the Walter Dean Meyers Grant 2015, awarded by We Need Diverse Books. Her debut novel, The Hate U Give, was acquired by Balzer + Bray/HarperCollins in a 13-house auction and will be published in spring 2017. Film rights have been optioned by Fox 2000 with George Tillman attached to direct and Hunger Games actress Amandla Stenberg set to star.

Source: Goodreads

Blog Tour: Lobizona by Romina Russell Garber

 

Some people ARE illegal.

Lobizonas do NOT exist.

Both of these statements are false.

Manuela
Azul has been crammed into an existence that feels too small for her.
As an undocumented immigrant who’s on the run from her father’s
Argentine crime-family, Manu is confined to a small apartment and a
small life in Miami, Florida.


Until Manu’s protective bubble is shattered.

Her
surrogate grandmother is attacked, lifelong lies are exposed, and her
mother is arrested by ICE. Without a home, without answers, and finally
without shackles, Manu investigates the only clue she has about her
past–a mysterious “Z” emblem—which leads her to a secret world buried
within our own. A world connected to her dead father and his criminal
past. A world straight out of Argentine folklore, where the seventh
consecutive daughter is born a bruja and the seventh consecutive son is a
lobizón, a werewolf. A world where her unusual eyes allow her to
belong.


As Manu uncovers her own story and traces her real
heritage all the way back to a cursed city in Argentina, she learns it’s
not just her U.S. residency that’s illegal. . . .it’s her entire existence.
 

 

 
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 eyeing this book since I saw it on Twitter and I am surprised to get an advanced copy. I am so thankful for this. I am so thankful for the extra free time due to quarantine. In all honesty, I am not much of a fan of werewolves stories because the previous books I’ve read didn’t catch my attention that much – first impressions right? Anyway, this book is really different! It has this charisma where you just want to read it. I love the book cover as well, it is attracting and the illustration is really awesome.
 
Lobizona, it started with a very interesting chapter. It got me hooked easily and it was honestly hard to put down the book. All I wanted is to turn the pages until I get to know all the mysteries hiding from the story. How will the character discover her true self? What would be her reaction? What is her future? Things like those are in my head until I was able to discover the answers in the book. I liked how the story were made, the twists of the story was shocking especially that one near the end. I didn’t expect that turn.

Manu is the main character in this story and she only wanted to live normally. She’s been hiding all her life with her Ma and all she wanted is to become a citizen so she won’t be discriminated and no more hiding from the authorities. But, her life changed in an instant when she discovered some of the things about her life, her true nature and soon her future. There are other interesting characters as you go along, Catalina, Saysa and Tiago are some of Manu’s close friends who helped her discover herself. Every character are interesting and the power they poses is something else. They might not know their full capacity yet but it does sound like promising and amazing. Also, isn’t it cool that they have a school for werewolves, witches and other creatures? I seriously can’t wait for everyone to fully discover their true nature especially Manu she recently discovered hers and I’m curious what else can she do. How powerful can she be?

 
“Our trust in each other is the only thing they can’t take from us.”
 
Before I end this, I do suggest that this book is really worth reading. I’m excited for the next one and the book twist is really something I didn’t expect. I have a feeling that Book 2 will be more exciting! Also, more Tiago and Manu story.
 
My Rating
 
 
 
Romina Garber is a NYT/International Bestselling YA author who also writes under pen name
Romina Russell. Born in Buenos Aires and raised in Miami, Romina currently resides in Los Angeles but would much rather be at Hogwarts. As a teen, Romina landed her first writing gig—“College She Wrote,” a weekly Sunday column for the Miami Herald that was later picked up for national syndication—and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She is a graduate of Harvard College and a Virgo to the core. For more information about her books, follow her on Twitter/Instagram: @rominagarber.
 

 

Blog Tour: Music From Another World by Robin Talley

It’s summer 1977 and
closeted lesbian Tammy Larson can’t be herself anywhere. Not at her
strict Christian high school, not at her conservative Orange County
church and certainly not at home, where her ultrareligious aunt
relentlessly organizes antigay political campaigns. Tammy’s only outlet
is writing secret letters in her diary to gay civil rights activist
Harvey Milk…until she’s matched with a real-life pen pal who changes
everything.

Sharon Hawkins bonds with Tammy over punk music and
carefully shared secrets, and soon their letters become the one place
she can be honest. The rest of her life in San Francisco is full of
lies. The kind she tells for others—like helping her gay brother hide
the truth from their mom—and the kind she tells herself. But as antigay
fervor in America reaches a frightening new pitch, Sharon and Tammy must
rely on their long-distance friendship to discover their deeply
personal truths, what they’ll stand for…and who they’ll rise against.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44786181-music-from-another-world

 
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book in exchange of an honest review. No payments made between me and the publisher.

Music From Another World is another interesting read from Robin Talley. I don’t know who was Harvey Milk before I read the book, I had to Google search him and boom… things become clearer from my end. I had no idea he got a big name during this time and I think, I’m gonna thank him now for fighting what he knows was right. These days if he’s still around I could say he’s gonna be happy for the results. 
Being a Catholic and having a strong belief, reading the book somehow made me question things before people get the idea of “open mindedness”. While reading, I was like does this really happen before? but deep inside I knew these things happen until now that’s why some people are so afraid to “out”. Some treat them like a curse or worse. I’m not sure where and how did they get that idea. But, in my personal opinion, straight or gay, you’re still human. You might be different from others but so what? People should value the humanity more. I think now is not the time to discriminate gays or bi. Acceptance is the answer to these issues. It may not be written in the holy book or any book before that gay exists because that term doesn’t even exist before, right? 
I think the book taught me a lot of things, I really had a great time reading it. It was intense on some parts, there were lots of what ifs in my head like; what if their parents found out? what if someone tells their secret to others? – I feel afraid for them, I feel afraid for people who’s in a close minded family or environment, who knows what will happen to them? I like this phrase from the book and I one-hundred percent  (100%) support it. 
“You are who you are, and you don’t care if other people don’t like it.”
One more thought before ending my review, maybe people experiment on lots of things because they don’t feel accepted on who they really are. Some change because they feel neglected. Maybe, that’s what we need to understand from here. I hope, as the days go by, people will accept more what kind of society we are in nowadays. To be honest, I’m happy that there’s pride celebrations, but some countries doesn’t accept that yet. I hope one day, they all do. 
“I want to be proud of who I am, the way you are, but how? How do you make yourself feel something when everyone around you believes the exact opposite?”
My Rating

I live in Washington, D.C.,
with my wife, our baby daughter, an antisocial cat and a goofy hound
dog. Whenever the baby’s sleeping, I’m probably busy writing young adult
fiction about queer characters, reading books, and having in-depth
conversations with friends and family about things like whether
Jasmine’s character motivation was sufficiently established in Aladdin.

My website is at http://www.robintalley.com, and I’m on Twitter and Tumblr.

Bookworm Life while in Quarantine

Hello bookworms!
Welcome to another random thoughts post. I believe, we’re all experiencing the enhanced community quarantine due to Covid-19. No schools, employees are on work from home mode, no one should get out of their homes unless getting your necessities (e.g. groceries, medicines, etc.) but all of the malls are closed. Is it just me or anyone here thinks it’s also a relief for the environment? and for our tiring social life? I have this introvert side soooo I am so much affected and relieved, thanks to social distancing (kidding). 
On a serious note, I am worried for most people specially the affected ones. I’m having this anxiety every time I go out of the house until I return. I keep on telling myself that I can’t be sick since I am prone to asthma and allergies. I think, this virus is not just affecting our lungs or physical aspects of life but also mentally. I hope and pray that people like me, specially those mentally challenged people are okay. This will all be temporary. You guys will be fine. Just stay at home and always practice the proper hygiene and every thing will be alright. I may not be in a proper position or an expert to tell all these things but, at least just a reminder for some, I could help. 
So, for this blog entry, I’ll share my routines as well on how to fight my own anxiety. Some might not be applicable to others but at least you’ll have some ideas. 
  1. READ BOOKS – since I started working at home, all I’m thinking was, finally I could get some time with reading. I have a lot of pending books to read and my TBR is very long so maybe this is the time to read them one by one. I also made a list specifically for this quarantine days. 
  2. CLEAN YOUR BOOKSHELVES – during this time, I am putting this task as one of my priority because I really can’t remember when was the last time I had my shelf cleaned up. Aside from that, it’s a sad thought but I need to let go some of my books so I have to sort them out.  
  3. WATCH ON NETLIX – do you have some movies or tv series that’s been added to you list for a long time? I guess now is the time to start watching those. I did the same thing and during my free time that’s the only thing I do. 
  4. DO YOUR JOURNAL – have ever think of making a journal? to some it’s called diary and yes I still do that. There are plenty of guides or ideas in the internet (e.g. Pinterest & Instagram). If you’re artsy, there’s a pretty type of journal that could be your guide. 
  5. DO YOUR HOUSE CHORES – this, I think is really important. I guess it’s time for some of us to throw those old clothes, old items from our home. Aside from that, it’s time to sanitize things around the house and make time to rearrange things based from your perspective. 

So far, aside from work, I’m doing #1 and #3 and over the weekend I could finally focus on the other things. I still have work stuff to do and that’s an 8:30 AM to 5:30 PM kind of work, I just do breaks if I feel tired or something.

Anyways, may you have a good health always and please, take care. If you’re sick, make sure to get it checked right away. Don’t wait for it to get worse, okay?