I think this second installment of how I solved my TBR guilt problem will be the final one. (Here’s the first installment, if you missed it.) Why? Well…because the problem is solved, right?
A steampunk tale of political intrigue, mystery, and inventiveness, The Iron Assassin (out the 9th of June) follows the story of Bentley Roper—now Bentley Steelforce—as outside forces attempt to use him and his newfound abilities to achieve their political or personal goals.
You know you want them. Lately I’ve been on a kick of securing bookish T-shirts so that I can share my love of books with my students—and the general public—and encourage the culture of reading.
For months, I was champing at the bit, hoping to get an ARC of Melissa Grey’s The Girl at Midnight. The cover is beautiful, I love YA, the title reminded me of Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke and Bone, and the author is a hoot on Twitter. So, I wanted the precious. WARNING: If you have not read the book, this review contains information some may consider spoilers.
So good. I can’t wait to watch now!
Originally posted on alwayscoffee:
So, the Supergirl trailer debuted yesterday, and the internet went bananas. It seems like there’s no middle ground – it’s either SQUEE or NOPE. I’m in the SQUEE camp, and here’s why: she’s layered and relatable. And she’s a charming badass. Let’s discuss.
The major complaint I’m seeing in that kind of a bumbling goofball, work-wise. But one thing I loved – that I related to – is the idea of working so hard to be normal (aka to fit in). Because I’ve done that. I’ve spent time trying to not rock the boat, to be less. And there’s usually some kind of impetus that shakes a person out of that. For Kara Zor-El, it’s her sister and an entire plane full of people being in danger.
In the pilot, Kara rescues a plane full of people. She flies. She kicks ass. And then has a goofy grin about it…
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I wrote several posts a little while ago about my TBR shelves (you can find them here, here, here, and here). I looked at all of the books I have, and why I have them. Well, over time, I’ve come to realize (though I’ve known all along) that I simply cannot read all of the books I have…and so I’ve decided to do a (slight) purge of my TBR shelves.
I read The Scarlet Letter in high school (like many other high school students, I’m sure). Throughout the reading, we were focused on the symbolism of the light, Hester Prynne’s “ignominy,” and the perils of an overly religious and judgmental society.
Never did we focus much on the man who actually wrote the novel.
Now, though, thanks to Erika Robuck and her novel The House of Hawthorne, I feel as though I know both Nathaniel Hawthorne, but I especially feel as if I know his wife Sophia Peabody Hawthorne.