The Journey Begins

If there is one thing the Shadowhunters have always depended on, it was knowing who was the enemy. But as Sebastian Morgenstern wields the infernal cup, swelling his ranks with Endarkened warriors, the Nephilim must face their own in a war that is threatening to drag them under. Darkness is falling and Clary and her friends might have to go to hell and back to make things right. 

Madeleine Rose Russell has never been one to sit back and let fate do it’s work. If her sister Bryony can go undercover as the hired help in order to reveal the person responsible for the fall of House Russel and the murder of their father, then so can Maddie. And anyway, all the help Bryony had been absconding off with one of the suspects on an illicit elopement and leaving behind only a cryptic note not much more informative than their father’s own last few words. Maddie can definitely do better than that. So what if her new employer happens to be a devilishly handsome half-gypsy pirate who she can’t seem to keep herself away from. It’s nothing she can’t handle. Or at least that’s what she keeps telling herself. 

*WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD* *DO NOT proceed if you have not read Never Kiss a Rake* 

*Minor spoilers for Never Trust a Pirate* *TRIGGER WARNING: contains discussion of physical abuse, assault, rape, and other sexual themes* 

A little over a year ago we met and decided to go to the Doctor Who Experience in Cardiff together on an absolute whim, hardly knowing each other and yet still committing to a three day weekend adventure on our own (because Doctor Who that’s why!!!). This of course was the beginning of something absolutely awesome, and we decided the best way to celebrate our 1 year anniversary was to revisit the place that started it all (a good excuse as any to re-visit the Doctor Who Experience!) It turned out to be one of the most amazing days of my life when my boyfriend got down on one knee right there on 10’s TARDIS console, where David Tennet filmed recently, and asked me to marry him. Oh, and did I mention he gave me the ring on River Song’s sonic and that the ring itself looks like the TARDIS. I think we’ve surpassed more levels of gnork (geek+nerd+dork) than even I anticipated ^.^

Off to England tomorrow!

Two weeks to visit old friends and live it up with the love of my life. I’m very excited and a little nervous :)

Never Kiss a Rake by Anne Stuart


Bryony Russel’s life has come crashing down around her ears. Her family is disgraced and her father is dead. She and her three sisters have no money and everything looks bleak. That is until Bryony comes across a secret note, written by her father just before he died. Suddenly his accidental death doesn’t seem like so much an accident. In light of this new knowledge Byrony is convinced her father was not guilty of the crimes he was accused of and that the man who was, would be behind her father’s death. Armed with only her own wits and intelligence Byrony decides to go undercover as a housekeeper in order to infiltrate the house of the man who called himself her father’s business partner, Lord Kilmartyn, a devilish Irish born rake who has been left suspiciously unscathed in her father’s financial downfall. She is determined to prove the guilt of Kilmartyn, though whether for her father’s murder and her family downfall, or another dark secret entirely, she isn’t sure. But something is going on in the Kilmartyn house, and Bryony is determined to find it all out, and soon before the strange emotions that she feels whenever she sees Lord Kilmartyn overwhelm her. 

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Attachments by Rainbow Rowell - Book Review

I rate this novel 5/5!

Lincoln hates his job. Working nights at the newspaper as “internet security” isn’t a hard job, and it pays very well. But the principle of the thing doesn’t change. Lincoln is paid to snoop. He is the one that must read flagged intra-office emails to find the offenders who email things not appropriate and not pertaining to work. Some people might like going through other people’s things, but it leaves Lincoln feeling off. He should quit this job, find a job in the sunlight, working with other people, instead of reading their emails. But then Beth and Jennifer get flagged, again, and again. Lincoln has never met them, never seen them, or heard them actually speak, but he can’t help but feel like he knows them through their tell all narrations. They either can’t take the policy seriously or don’t care, and Lincoln should really send them a warning, get them to stop. But how could he give up Beth’s wit or Jennifer’s quips and stories? By the time he understands how deep in he is it’s got to be too late to do anything about it. How can you become friends with someone when you’ve already read all of their very private emails?

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Control by Lydia Kang - Book Review

I rate this young adult novel 4.5/5

All her life Zel has let her father make decisions for her. It’s been easy that way and anyway, he’s always known her better than she knew herself. But when a horrible accident rips her life apart and throws her into a world she doesn’t know or understand, Zel comes to see how much her father wasn’t telling and that she must either take the reigns on her own life or lose what she most holds dear. Suddenly she is living in a world where her sister is illegal, Zel herself is stuck in a house/ freak-show, and there’s absolutely no one she can trust. Zel must choose between love and sacrifice, all the while hoping that it’s worth it in the end.  

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it’s so hard to keep going after the 1k word goal. i just feel like, ‘ok, daily goal done!’. no alissa…bad alissa….finish the freaking book  (no comment on the fact that i used to struggle to get a page a week and now i feel bad if i don’t write at least 20 pages a week…oh how far i’ve come).

a moment

There are so many things I’ve always taken for granted. The million little moments in between the action of life is when you really live I think. These moments are so small, we forget them almost instantly. But they stay with us. They come back again and again in the inhalation of a breath. Newly clipped grass, the whir of a fan in the heat of summer darkness, they way it mixes with the sounds of insects calling and the way their little bodies beat against the lights on lampposts. It’s in the silence of that moment, when the wind whispers a breath along your skin, and you can feel the rain coming soon. You listen lying in a tangle of covers to the pit pat drop splash of the first beginnings of rain and you never forget. You think you do, but it is always there. And when you hear it again it comes back like the very first time.

Little silent moments making up our lives and we don’t even know it. The inhalation of cut wood and the smile you catch from your grandfather, the way spring crept out of the ground and thawed the earth and your heart until wet dirt was more than aromatherapy, the feeling of your skin against his, the way it sounds when he runs a hand up your side, the delicious tingle. All these little things are locked in your mind waiting to spring forward when we stop a moment and take it all in. Anyone can scoff about the figure of speech to stop and smell the roses or the coffee or what you will. But it’s all about what you remember. And you might have the best pictures of your trip to the coast or the college years you lived so well. But you will always remember rain in summer, the sound of a fan in the dark, and your skin rubbing next to his in the dark.

Hey look!

It’s April and I have posted far too little about my writing!

So here’s a lovely writing update.

So here it is. I’ve decided to do Camp NaNoWriMo. What’s that you say? Well, it’s something I only recently came into the know about (and by recently I mean 11pm March 31st). Camp NaNoWriMo is a mini, less intense, version of what all goes on in November.

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