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Monday, October 31, 2016

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Review: Under A Million Stars by Rita Branches

Hello! Sorry about double posting today but I had to get this up today. I hope you guys don't mind. Anyway, on to the review~


Title: Under A Million Stars
Author: Rita Branches
Publication Date: August 8, 2016
Publisher: Self-Published
Reviewer: Anelise

Goodreads Synopsis:
Can a beating heart bleed from the shattered pieces?

Her heart cracked when her best friend walked away; it completely shattered when she lost her family in a tragic accident.

Now orphaned at seventeen, Charlotte Peterson is forced to live with her former best friend, Jacob Parker. Charlie, a talented pianist, desperately wants their loving friendship back, but something is holding Jake back. The more she spirals into the darkness of depression, the more she needs him.

Jacob vowed to stay away from her—no matter how much he still loved her. Armed with secrets that would have destroyed both of their families, he chose to end their friendship and walk away, which nearly killed him. As he watches the girl he once knew begin to fade away, however, he realizes that their relationship is more important than the truth he's hiding.

Now it's up to Jacob to put the pieces of Charlie's broken heart back together—even if it means revealing the secrets he so desperately wants to protect her from.
Will Jacob find a way to bring back the carefree, talented girl he once knew, or is it too late for both of them?
Review copy provided by YA Bound Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.

This story is about how despite the the tragedy of loosing her family and her best friend, Jacob, Charlotte learns to continue living her life courtesy of her ex-best friend when she's forced to move in with him.

I really liked how the author had the story written in both Charlotte's and Jacob's point of view. It added more to the story knowing what Jacob was thinking and why. Of course, I kinda didn't like Jacob (I mean, how could you not? He broke poor Charlie's heart!) at the beginning, but as I read more from his prospective and also learning the secrets he wanted to keep hidden, he became more likable.

One of the reasons I got hooked, and stayed hooked, was because I wanted to find out the secret Jacob kept hidden. Throughout the story, it mentioned the secret and the way it was described made it seem like it was very important which made me want to find out what it was even more.

I like Rita's writing style a lot. The book was written smoothly and I could imagine what was going on pretty clearly.  I love how she shows that even after loved ones die, you can keep living.

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Novel Newcomers: Valerie @ He Said Books or Me (COSTUMES!)

Happy Halloween!!!
In honor of the supposedly spookiest time of the year, Bookwyrming Thoughts is getting taken over for the purposes of Novel Newcomers. This week's takeover is done by Valerie from He Said Books or Me, and she has a Halloween recipe to share! (It's really quick to make, so if you need some last minute treats... ;))

Hi Everyone!

Happy Halloween! I am Valerie, and I blog at He Said Books or Me ( I started blogging in May 2015 and I am excited to be here today to talk with you about one of my favorite holidays: Halloween!

As a kid, I grew up in the Midwest so I don’t ever really remember Halloween without snow. That said it didn’t stop us from exploring, trick or treating, or dressing up. I remember one year I had broken my ankle and was on crutches, I was a ‘crazy cat on crutches’ (over my snow pants). Thinking about Halloween always brings back happy memories for me.

Here is a picture of the costumes that I got for me and my dog to wear this year:
One of things I like to do at Halloween is share happy memories with others. This is why I took a few minutes to jot down a few of my favorite things about Halloween.

1) The weather! I love Fall and that it is finally cooler outside.

2) The candy. Can anyone say Reeses Peanut Butter Pumpkins? Yummy!

3) The costumes. I love seeing the kids excited and looking so cute!

4) The trick or treating. Similar to 3, I get to give the kids candy. :)

5) The food. People are so creative! Check out pinterest for lots of Halloween food ideas.

What is your favorite part of Halloween? Thanks Sophia for allowing me to be on your blog today!
Happy Halloween! Hope you have a great day!

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Sunday, October 30, 2016


Guest Post: The Darkness of Silence by Liv Hadden

Happy Sunday everyone, and the day before Halloween! I'm no Halloween trooper, so I won't be dressing up this year. Last year I went as a Shadowhunter and that was actually fun... kind of. No one knew the reference aside from a few, which I'm actually disappointed about, honestly (or maybe because I primarily dress in dark tones, so no surprise unless I pull out a random black leather jacket).

That aside, we're continuing the countdown to Halloween! Which means yet another post of the spooky and creepy variety sure to send crawlies up and down spines (more like down, though). On this fine Sunday, Liv Hadden, author of In the Mind of Revenge, is going to be taking over Bookwyrming Thoughts with Shamed content.

(Also, yes, that banner is of my doing through Adobe Spark Post. Amazing app, by the way.)

The Darkness of Silence

The silence is heavy and jarring in a way no amount of noise could ever be. It commands stillness, taunting me to dare cross it. My lungs burn as they expand as far as they possibly can. I do not exhale despite my chest’s urging. Every inch of me is working hard to suppress the panic bubbling in my gut. The vast emptiness around me does nothing to aid my cause. Hot breath sends an icy chill across my neck and shoulders. I stiffen, hoping it is possible to be more still, more silent than I already am. I am becoming part of the emptiness, releasing into it everything I am made of. I know I will die in this place, slowly consumed by the darkness of silence.

It is then a whisper tickles my neck, curling its way around, tightening its grip. It crushes my throat, denying me any option for one last breath. I do my best not to look, not to hear. Just let me go, I shout inside the prison of my mind. But, it is stronger than me and its message rings through the air, cutting through the stark silence.

“I see you.”

Everything in me wants to recoil, but it won’t let me. The pressure in my chest and stomach are unbearable. I open my mouth, relenting to the burning in my lungs, but no air enters them. It’s strangling me, this invisible demon. I can feel it bucking and bursting in its relentless pursuit to break free of my body. Despite the blackness of my surroundings, I can see the demon oozing from my abdomen, one tendril at a time. It is blacker than the darkest night, more sinister than its most evil villain.

The contents of my bowels spill onto the ground with the amorphous form of the demon that was once living inside me. The smell is wretched, like nothing my senses have ever encountered before. I can see the stink of rot floating around the demon as it begins to grow larger. Fear grips me, urging me to run, but I cannot move my feet. I must watch in horror as the monster that has been suffocating me for years begins to take form. Black demonic fingers extend and retract from arms that are defining themselves quicker than I’d like.

I am scared to look, to face my demon. I close my eyes as hard as I can, my attention immediately drawn to my exposed insides. The hole my monster crawled from is still there, a wound I know will never heal. Blood is steadily dripping from the tear, which I now fear is feeding the demon. Suddenly, it is near me, its lips grazing my ear lobe. We are both still, waiting for the other to make a move. I wonder if it knows I am paralyzed. Is this part of its game? I can think of nothing crueler than continuing to plague me with the ultimate villain in dark silence like this—time.

Hands shoot up to my face. Fingers pry open my eyes, forcing me to see what I have been dreading. “I see you,” it hisses, licking my left cheek as if taste testing its last meal. My eyes lock with its, stopping my heart with the realization of its true nature. Staring back into my eyes is me—a shadow Peter Pan would surely be glad to lose. Though, I know it is more than just a shadow. It is the embodiment of everything I have ever hated about myself. Every piece of me I have ever abhorred, detested, looked down upon. I am right—my demon is drinking of my blood…of my shame.

My shame begins to laugh hysterically, its low booming voice somehow sounding of many. It wields its right hand to deliver my final death blow, plunging its fist into my chest. I can feel razor sharp claws penetrating my heart, slowly sealing my fate. It whispers in my ear again, one more time before it releases me into the nothingness for good.

“You fool.”

I begin to fall. The descent lasts so long I am certain there is no end. To my surprise, my shame is falling with me, now fused to my heart. It is a part of me now in a way I cannot escape. I knew I would die in this this place.

In the space where acceptance meets desperation, I feel a tugging that wrenches my head backward, threatening to remove it from my neck. My shame cries out in agony, and I realize the tugging is not hurting me. In fact, it is refreshing, like melting ice against too hot skin. No, the tugging is not breaking me—it is interrupting the black shadow’s snack of my feeble heart and soured soul. My demon’s ghoulish screams are music to my ears. I wonder what has come to fight it and hope it will win. The heat of it I now recognize as an old friend I was certain had abandoned me long ago. Love bends around me, cradling me in its arms, its whispers sweet and tender.

“I see you.”

I am at a crossroads called choice, and I must make a decision. It seems simple to my heart, who is suffocating under the weight of shame. Yet, my mind is ill-content to let it rest as such—these things are not so clear. This demon is mine—this demon I have earned. It came from me. It is of me. I must carry its weight. My shame knows I do not deserve love. The warmth rescinds as quickly as it came, leaving one last message before it departs.

“You fool.”

The blackness consumes me, and I disappear into my demon’s rotten form. We are one now, indistinguishable from one another. Where I start, my demon begins. I am my shame. My shame is me. We are the Shamed.

Want more of the Shamed series? Here's a brief preview on what In the Mind of Revenge is about, and you can check out the book trailer featured several months ago by Lupe on Fangirl Friday!

“Mine is a tale of pain, hate, lies, murder, injustice, vengeance, and love unreturned. It began much like yours; a hopeful innocent born to a world of endless possibilities. But my journey has rarely been paved with opportunities of light. Confronted by those who sought to eclipse what light I had found, the darkness came for me. Wrapped in its intoxicating embrace, I have risen from the dead to reclaim my dignity and the life that was taken from me. I have begun my journey into the mind of revenge. Revenge for me. Revenge for those like me. Those who are shamed.”

In the Mind of Revenge, book one of The Shamed Series, takes a deep look at how monsters are born. Set in a society that glorifies “normal” and demonizes different, this dark tale takes its readers on an emotionally wild ride of vengeance, murder, pain and desperation. Though the reader is warned by its main character, Shame, not to develop an attachment, the first person narrative combined with Shame’s uninhibited vulnerability makes it nearly impossible not to do so. Raw, vivid, honest, fast-paced and beautifully vulgar, In the Mind of Revenge is sure to have you emotionally twisted from beginning to end.

This is a story for the shamed, by the shamed. The question is, are you ready for it?

Author Bio

Debut novelist Liv Hadden has been writing ever since she was a little girl. But, it wasn’t until 5th grade when her teacher said she’d one day write a book that she started taking it seriously.

Her Shamed series began in college, when Hadden employed her writing as an outlet for her feelings during a serious bout of depression. After a brief, yet impactful first night of writing, she dreamt of a shadowy figure, tormented and demonized by their own mind and realized this was the shadow of pain that hurting people everywhere felt.

She woke from her dream feeling more energized that she had in months, picked up her computer and began to write. “I felt if ever there was a story inside me and a character worth taking the leap, it was Shame and this story,” says Hadden. “This one in particular is personal in nature, and perhaps the very reason it’s so close to my heart.”

Hadden has her roots in Burlington, Vermont  and has lived in upstate New York and Oklahoma, where she went to college at the University of Oklahoma,, and earned her degree in Environmental Sustainability Planning & Management.  She now resides in Austin, TX with her husband and two dogs, Madison and Samuel and is an active member of the Writer’s League of Texas.

Incredibly inspired by artistic expression, Hadden immerses herself in creative endeavors on a daily basis. She finds great joy in getting lost in writing and seeing others fully express themselves through their greatest artistic passions, like music, body art, dance and photography. “I get chills when I have the great privilege of seeing someone express their authentic selves,” says Hadden. “I believe it gives us a true glimpse into the souls of others.

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Friday, October 28, 2016

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Fangirl Friday: Gilmore Girls + November Movie Releases

I don't think I've ever been so excited about a Netflix show in my life but let me say, Gilmore Girls is JUST as amazing as Fuller House. I love the show and I cannot wait to see Rory and Lorelai back in action on my television at home. If you have NO IDEA what I'm talking about then clearly you have to go get Netflix, if you haven't so already, and watch all of the seasons before the extra four episodes are available on November 25! Watch this amazing trailer below and TRUST ME! It's amazing! (Oh the feels!)

Wow, Halloween is this upcoming Monday (HAPPY HALLOWEEN BTW), and I just realized that November is here....
Where has the time gone?!
Well, here are some exciting new movies coming out in the month of November!

Title: Doctor Strange
Release Date: November 4
Summary: A former neurosurgeon embarks on a journey of healing only to be drawn into the world of the mystic arts.

Title: Trolls
Release Date: November 4
Summary: A troll princess and her companion, the one unhappy troll try to rescue her friends from being eaten by their nemeses.

Title: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
Release Date: November 18
Summary: The adventure of writer Newt Scamander in New York's secret community of witches and wizards seventy years before Harry Potter reads his book in school.

Title: Moana
Release Date: November 23
Summary: A young woman uses her navigational talents to set sail for a fabled island. Joining her on the adventure is her hero, the legendary demi-god Maui.

Check out these two amazing new titles that were released on November 25!

Title: A Darkly Beating Heart
Author: Lindsay Smith
Synopsis: A time-travel story that alternates between modern day and 19th century Japan as one girl confronts the darkness lurking in her soul.

No one knows what to do with Reiko. She is full of hatred. All she can think about is how to best hurt herself and the people closest to her. After a failed suicide attempt, Reiko’s parents send her from their Seattle home to spend the summer with family in Japan to learn to control her emotions. But while visiting Kuramagi, a historic village preserved to reflect the nineteenth-century Edo period, Reiko finds herself slipping back in time into the life of Miyu, a young woman even more bent on revenge than Reiko herself. Reiko loves being Miyu, until she discovers the secret of Kuramagi village, and must face down Miyu’s demons as well as her own.

Title: Glitter
Author: Aprilynne Pike
Synopsis: Outside the palace of Versailles, it’s modern day. Inside, the people dress, eat, and act like it’s the eighteenth century—with the added bonus of technology to make court life lavish, privileged, and frivolous. The palace has every indulgence, but for one pretty young thing, it’s about to become a very beautiful prison.
When Danica witnesses an act of murder by the young king, her mother makes a cruel power play . . . blackmailing the king into making Dani his queen. When she turns eighteen, Dani will marry the most ruthless and dangerous man of the court. She has six months to escape her terrifying destiny. Six months to raise enough money to disappear into the real world beyond the palace gates.
Her ticket out? Glitter. A drug so powerful that a tiny pinch mixed into a pot of rouge or lip gloss can make the wearer hopelessly addicted. Addicted to a drug Dani can sell for more money than she ever dreamed.
But in Versailles, secrets are impossible to keep. And the most dangerous secret—falling for a drug dealer outside the palace walls—is one risk she has to take.

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Wednesday, October 26, 2016


#SpookADebut: The 2016 Edition

Occasionally on Twitter, we’ll see something fun and bookish trending - I believe the most recent one was #PokemonABook - and it’s always a source of entertainment to see what titles everyone comes up with. (I wanted to make a post continuing that one but heh. Maybe in the future if I feel like it.)

So to do something Halloween related and similar to those trends, I came up with #SpookADebut - replacing a word in a 2016 debut with a Halloween related word (not necessarily using the word “Spook”).

Unfortunately, all made up titles make the books seem much more gloomier than they might be.

NOTE: This post is made just for fun and entertainment and does not represent the actual book or the author in any way.

Symptoms of Being Haunted
Original Title: Symptoms of Being Human by Jeff Garvin

The Way to Game the Wraith of Shame
Original Title: The Way to Game the Walk of Shame by Jenn P. Nguyen

The Grim Reaper from Everywhere
Original Title: The Girl From Everywhere by Heidi Heilig

Ivory and Bloody Mary
Original Title: Ivory and Bone by Julie Eshbaugh

The Devil from A to Z
Original Title: The Distance from A to Z by Natalie Blitt

The Weight of Zombies
Original Title: The Weight of Zero by Karen Fortunati

The Banshee Effect
Original Title: The Boomerang Effect by Gordon Jack

These Vampire Masks
Original Title: These Vicous Masks by Tarun Shanker and Kelly Zekas
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Monday, October 24, 2016


Entertaining Halloween GIFs

Warning: This post is full of GIFs of the entertaining, funny, and of course, the ones that definitely slow down the page load time.

But anyways, Halloween is just around the corner and everyone around me is jumping from costume to costume, so I took the adventurous route and found some funny Halloween GIFs.

It's extremely difficult, I'll admit that. All of the Halloween GIFs I came across - for the most part - aren't from movies and TV shows and whatnot.

Okay, so a showering skeleton cannot be that impressive.
Sounds about accurate.
I never really liked Mean Girls.
It was the wording.
Something about the way this tiny little Spider-man is walking is funny.
I'm not a fan of actual mice but GIF mice... well...
My favorite Halloween GIF by far.

Got any Halloween GIFs that you like?

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Saturday, October 22, 2016

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Novel Newcomers: Interviews with Ari and Debbie

Hello everyone, and welcome to another week of Novel Newcomers!

On a side note, this is becoming a bad habit of mine to forget about scheduling Mondays every two weeks. In my defense... I'm pulling a ten hour shift at work what seems to be a weekly occurrence every Sunday now. (I mean... I'll admit I do need to pay the bills and rent and college and whatnot... which is kind of why I'm not really complaining aside from using it as my excuse here and there. Sorry, guys.)

Anyways, if I forget again, it is primarily because of work. Bear with me. This week on Novel Newcomers, I have the fabulous Ari and Debbie (they're both fabulous, but I might be biased because bloggers in general are?) going through the spooky questionnaire. Ari is currently blogging at The Daydreaming Bookworm and Debbie is currently blogging at Silk Serif.

Outside of blogging and reading, what other interests do you have?
Ari: If I’m not blogging or reading, I’m probably listening to music. I love discovering new songs, artists and bands and I pretty much listen to a little bit of everything.

Debbie: I love to run. It's a huge stress reliever. I also love tasting craft beers and testing new ciders. I am not a huge drinker, but its amazing to try different drinks and exploring new tastes. Outside of blogging and reading I listen to music and binge watch Netflix on the rare down-weekend. I enjoy comedy, action and adventure movies and television shows.

What is your most unusual accomplishment?
Ari: I’m not sure how weird this actually is, but last year I read over a 100 books in six months. I know that’s not much for some, but I hadn’t read a book for six years so the mere fact that I read over 100 in 6 months makes me feel pretty darn accomplished!

Debbie: I have taken nearly every course offered at my university in the sociology department?

What is your favorite food?
Ari: Chocolate is life. I will never get tired of chocolate.

Debbie: Chinese! I can't get enough!

Halloween is just a few weeks away! With that said, we’ve got some spooky questions to ask! What are some of your favorite horror books, movies, TV shows, or games?
Ari: I love watching the TV show Paranormal Witness. It’s a show about people who have lived through paranormal experiences and it always manages to give me a scare.

Debbie: I loved the Jasper Dent series by Barry Lyga and Jackaby by William Ritter. I am a huge fan of adult horror like Nick Cutter and The Hatching by Ezekiel Boone. I like the weird stuff generally.

If you could be any creature of the night, who or what would you be and why? (Bloody Mary does count…)
Ari: I would love to be a Banshee! The constant screeching may ruin my vocal cords, but being able to sense death is a pretty cool ability to have.

Debbie: Vampire. Eternal youth, long life. I already work night shift so I am 50% of the way there!

If you had to befriend three kinds of monsters that would normally kill you (but let’s just assume you successfully befriend them), what would they be?
Ari: A werewolf, a siren, and a kitsune. I’ve always loved reading tales that involve these three monsters so befriending them could be fun, that is if they don’t eat me first...

Debbie: Werewolf because I am a total animal lover, Mummy because they would have a ton of wisdom about the past and Banshee because those things are just scary!

Let's assume the zombie apocalypse has arrived. Name three bloggers you would hate to see being turned into zombies and three characters you wouldn’t mind being turned into zombies.
Ari: Three bloggers I would hate to see being turned into zombies would be Tika (@astoldbyfANGIRL), Bea (@beamasalunga) and Blessie (@iBlessThee13th) because they are my fave and I don’t want to have to kill them for trying to eat me, LOL. Three characters I wouldn’t mind being turned into zombies would be Queen Levana (Lunar Chronicles), Maeve (Throne of Glass) and Professor Umbridge (HP) so I could behead them for their evil ways!

Debbie: I would hate to see Kelsey @ A Cluttered Bookshelf, Brittany @ Book Addict's Guide and Kelly @ Live, Love, Read YA. They are all wonderful people and I would be very sad to have to run away from them!

Three characters to turn into Zombies? Six of Crow Kaz (ultimate cunning zombie), Rose from The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet and Bella Swan from Twilight.

What are some of your favorite spins in the media of spooky legends? Any that you would love to see in the future? (This one isn’t the generic retellings questions, so by spins, I mean books, movies, TV shows, games, etc.)
Ari: American Horror and Supernatural are two of my favorite shows that put their own spins on popular legends. Plus, Sam and Dean are my faves!

Debbie: I loved the Sleepy Hollow movie that featured Johnny Depp. I am not usually a huge fan of spins or retelling of fairy tales or legends. It's horrible but the originals are ALWAYS better. :)

You can find Ari over on her blog, The Daydreaming Bookworm and Debbi at Silk Serif.

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Friday, October 21, 2016

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Fangirl Friday: Cover Reveal + Movie Trailers

I hope you guys had a wonderful week because I certainly was stressing myself out with school work and exams. Oh the life of a college kid. (Insert smiley face I was too lazy to find and incorporate here). Ready for a cover reveal?


Author: Kelsey Sutton
Release Date: February 28, 2017
About the Book: Seventeen-year-old Ivy Erickson has one month, twenty-seven days, four hours, fifty-nine minutes, and two seconds to live.
Ever since she was a child, Ivy has been able to see countdown clocks over everyone’s heads indicating how long before they will die. She can’t do anything about anyone else’s, nor can she do anything about her own, which will hit the zero hour before she even graduates high school.
A life cut short is tragic, but Ivy does her best to make the most of it. She struggles emotionally with her deep love for on-again, off-again boyfriend Myers Patripski. She struggles financially, working outside of school to help her mom and her sister. And she struggles to cope with the murder of her best friend, another life she couldn’t save. Vanessa Donovan was killed in the woods, and everyone in town believes Ivy had something to do with it.
Then more girls start disappearing. Ivy tries to put her own life in order as she pieces together the truth of who ended Vanessa’s. To save lives and for her own sanity.
The clock is always ticking. And Ivy’s only hope is to expose the truth before it runs out completely

About the Author
Kelsey Sutton is the author of teen novels SOME QUIET PLACE and GARDENIA. She is also the author of two novels for middle grade readers, THE LONELY ONES and BENJAMIN. She lives in Minnesota, where she received a dual bachelor’s degree in English and Creative Writing from Bemidji State University. She is currently working on a master’s degree from Hamline University. Her work has received an Independent Publisher Book Award, an IndieFab Award, and was selected as a Kirkus Reviews Best Teen Book of 2013. When not writing, Kelsey can be found watching too much Netflix, ordering a mocha at the nearest coffee shop, or browsing a bookstore. You can like her on Facebook and follow her on Twitter @KelseyJSutton.

Am I the only one excited for the this upcoming Guardians of the Galaxy movie?! I love the first movie so much that I was so excited to hear that I only have to wait a couple more months to see this bad boy in theaters! Watch the sneak peak down below and I can't wait until this hits the big screen on March 5, 2017.

More movie trailers?! Anyone like playing the famous video game, Asssasin's Creed? Well, my cousin does and I've only played it a couple times. By a couple times, I meant I DIED the entire time. I can't play any XBOX game. I'm only an expert on Nintendo and Playstation consoles. Anyway..... This second trailer for the upcoming film looks so good! I might have to drag my dad to go see it with me and of course, my cousin as well. Can't leave him behind. Movie will be released on December 21, 2016.

YAY! More books! These books were released on October 18!

Title: Saving Red                                                                      
Author: Sonya Sones
Synopsis: Right before winter break, fourteen-year-old Molly Rosenberg reluctantly volunteers to participate in Santa Monica’s annual homeless count, just to get her school’s community service requirement out of the way. But when she ends up meeting Red, a spirited homeless girl only a few years older than she is, Molly makes it her mission to reunite her with her family in time for Christmas. This turns out to be extremely difficult—because Red refuses to talk about her past. There are things Molly won’t talk about either. Like the awful thing that happened last winter. She may never be ready to talk about that. Not to Red, or to Cristo, the soulful boy she meets while riding the Ferris wheel one afternoon.

When Molly realizes that the friends who Red keeps mentioning are nothing more than voices inside Red’s head, she becomes even more concerned about her well-being. How will Molly keep her safe until she can figure out a way to get Red home? In Sonya Sones’ latest novel, two girls, with much more in common than they realize, give each other a new perspective on the meaning of family, friendship, and forgiveness.

Title: Rose & Thorn (Ash & Bramble #2)
Author: Sarah Prineas
Synopsis: This beauty isn’t sleeping! Discover the true story of Sleeping Beauty in Sarah Prineas’s bold YA fairy-tale retelling filled with thrilling adventure and romance, perfect for fans of The Lunar Chronicles and The Girl of Fire & Thorns trilogy.

After the spell protecting her is destroyed, Rose seeks safety in the world outside the valley she had called home. She’s been kept hidden all her life to delay the three curses she was born with—curses that will put her into her own fairy tale and a century-long slumber. Accompanied by the handsome and mysterious Watcher, Griff, and his witty and warmhearted partner, Quirk, Rose tries to escape from the ties that bind her to her story. But will the path they take lead them to freedom, or will it bring them straight into the fairy tale they are trying to avoid?

Set in the world of Sarah Prineas’s Ash & Bramble fifty years later, Rose & Thorn is a powerful retelling of the classic Sleeping Beauty tale where the characters fight to find their own Happy Ever After.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2016


Ten Other Majors/Careers Sophia Has Considered

Once upon a time in a year long long ago…. I was not a college student and I could daydream about whatever and whenever (that included majors of the future, which my five year old brain probably didn’t care about at the time because I just cared about cute pink bunnies or something similar).
And because my attention span gets bored really quickly when reading textbooks for class… I decided to take a break in between my readings and studying to write a post before I go back to towing through this chapter I'm reading (I do what I have to do to survive).
I’m currently a Communications major. A first year, which bears a small chance of my loss of interest in the major and ultimately choosing another major entirely. But Communications wasn’t the major I’ve considered right from the very beginning of my time…

Allow me to indulge you in the dreams of my childhood and then some (then some meaning I’ve seriously considered it).


Okay, I did not choose this major. 5-year-old me did not care so I basically went with what some people call poster Asian child.

I won’t deny it - medicine is fascinating. Do I want to deal with memorizing all 206 bones of the average human body - names, functions, locations, and whatever else - for the MCAT, though? Not really.
(It was really about the high paying salary. My argument to my parents is this: I would have to pay off hunks of debt first, and after I pay all of that off, there’s probably other complexities I would need to pay to protect myself if and when I accidentally kill someone.)


What? I like writing. I mean, I somewhat like it. I even wrote two books in 7th grade (all of this before I decided to go indulge my happiness into blogging) - all in first draft still - and have them on my laptop’s hard drive. Embarrassing, but whatever.
Said books were the first two books in a trilogy. Fantasy genre. Main character named Chloe for some reason that I don’t even know. Elements and watchtowers involved. Um...

Maybe I’ll get back to it in the future. (I personally think I’m a better writer than a speaker. Not sure how that bodes for me as a Communications major.)

Web Designer

I claim the design of Bookwyrming Thoughts as my own. Back when I was 15, I didn’t have money to hire a designer (those are pretty expensive) and well… I just deleted my other blog and created a new one with an entirely different topic of focus. Granted that I enjoy reading, but at the time I wasn’t sure I would even blog for long - considering the fact I only lasted five months with The Wizard Diaries. A very boring name, but far less complicated than “Bookwyrming Thoughts.”

I’ve totally thought about changing it and rebranding the blog, but ha! Unwinding nearly four years isn’t my thing. Still, though, I tend to see "Book Wyrming Thoughts" commonly with "Bookworming Thoughts" a far second (I ignore the error if anyone spells it right).

I’m getting sidetracked. Long story short, I dipped my toes into web designing when I was 15, and here I am today. I decided not to go down this route because staring at code all day isn’t something I would enjoy (occasionally, yes). My parents would also flip their tables (my mom did - figuratively).

Although lately... I've considered a minor in Web Design.


Space! Planets! Stars! Flying - or as close to flying as I can ever get. My grandmother might have been horrified. Same for my mom. And maybe everyone else.
I was 5-years-old.

Graphic Designer

So… One person says I don’t have an eye for design. (I think she meant interior design???)

Another says I do have an eye for design.

I’m really not sure what to make of this.

Professional Violinist

Too much pressure. I won't lie, though. I love the violin.


Humans are fascinating sometimes.


Little me wanted to stick needles in people. I know, that sounds horrible, but I guess I hated needles when I was a kid and wanted revenge.

Entertainment Industry

Technically, I wanted to go into music and maybe acting, but while I’ve been told I have a good voice (I think I sound squeaky and overly high pitched), I’m no songwriter.
And well… Acting I have to be comfortable with speaking. And I’m not terribly comfortable with that.

Library and Informational Science

Unfortunately the only school in Missouri that has an ALA approved status is University of Missouri - Columbia (commonly known as Mizzou).

A school, no offense to them, that I have a bit of a thing against and would rather go to a school that I don’t want to go to any day. (Really it’s because the school is a common place to apply to and I just don’t want to be that type.)

So instead, I basically chose the next major closest to working with books and ended up in the Communications field (now here's to hoping I don’t change my mind in the next few years).

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Tuesday, October 18, 2016


Blog Tour: All Laced Up by Erin Fletcher

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Title: All Laced Up (Breakaway #1)
Author: Erin Fletcher
Publication: October 10, 2016
Publisher: Entangled Teen Crush
Links: Goodreads, Amazon, B&N
Goodreads Synopsis:
Everyone loves hockey superstar Pierce Miller. Everyone except Lia Bailey.

When the two are forced to teach a skating class to save the rink, Lia’s not sure she’ll survive the pressure of Nationals and Pierce’s ego. Not only can’t he remember her name, he signed her bottle of water like she was one of his groupies. Ugh.

But if there’s one thing Lia knows better than figure skating, it’s hockey. Hoping to take his ego down a notch—or seven—she logs into his team website under an anonymous name to give him pointers on his less-than-stellar playing.

Turns out, Pierce isn’t arrogant at all. And they have a lot in common. Too bad he’s falling for the anonymous girl online. No matter how much fun they’re starting to have in real life, she’s afraid he’s going to choose fake-Lia over the real one…

Disclaimer: This book contains a swoony hockey player (and his equally swoony friends!), one-too-many social media accounts, kisses that’ll melt ice, and a secret identity that might not be so secret after all… 

Chapter 1

I had taught young skaters before, but somehow I didn’t think “Zamboni avoidance” was covered in
basic skills class.

I skated toward the hulking machine that should have been re-surfacing the rough ice. Instead, it sat
in the middle of the rink with its ancient hood hanging open, innards revealed.

“Mr. Kozlov?” I called, my voice echoing through the cold air of the empty rink.

“The Lia Bailey?” a voice called back from somewhere near the engine.

The Lia Bailey. He always preceded my name with the specifying article. Like I was someone. “It’s me.What’s going on?”

Mr. Kozlov’s head and shoulders popped up behind the exposed engine. As usual, his white hair stood in seventeen different directions. Something black—grease, maybe?—covered his left temple, next to his bushy white eyebrows and kind blue eyes. “Old Bessie. She’s sick.”

Each Zamboni at The Ice House was named after a large animal, real or otherwise: Bessie, Shamu,
Dumbo. I could never keep them straight, but Mr. Kozlov always did. “How bad is it?” I asked.

He disappeared back under the hood with some clanking sounds. “Don’t know. Try to start her.”

I carefully pulled myself up onto the machine using elbows and knees so I didn’t have to step on
anything with my exposed skate blades. I put one hand on the key in the ignition. “Now?”


I turned the key, but all I received in response were some slow, mechanical grunts. Nothing about the
grunts sounded encouraging.

Mr. Kozlov’s head appeared again, the frown on his face accentuating his wrinkles.

“Maybe you should call someone to come look at it,” I said.

He waved off the idea as if it were preposterous. “Takes too much money.”

“But you’ll have money after this workshop, right? That’s the whole point?”

“Yes! And then I fix the heat in the boys’ locker room! Or the roof in rink two, you know, where we
put buckets every time it rains? Or maybe the scoreboard in rink three!” He laughs. “They complain
the visiting team’s score is eight. Always eight. I tell them eight is a good score in hockey, no?”

I was starting to think this ten-week workshop he’d asked me to teach needed to be more like ten
years to pay for everything that needed to be fixed. When he’d mentioned the idea for the workshop,
I’d volunteered right away. I’d do whatever it took to save the rink that was as much my home as my
house. “What are we going to do about the kids? Is either one of the other rinks free at ten?”

“Hockey in both,” came the muffled reply along with more clanking.

That was a good sign. The ice arena needed to stay busy on Saturday mornings during hockey season
to keep the place afloat. But it didn’t help my current predicament. I was about to have a bunch of
tiny new skaters on the ice who presumably wouldn’t be able to steer around Bessie or stop before
crashing into her. If Mr. Kozlov couldn’t afford a scoreboard, he definitely couldn’t afford a lawsuit.

“Don’t you worry,” Mr. Kozlov said, “Bessie will be fixed before kids arrive.”

Thankfully, he sounded more confident than I felt. “How many kids are you expecting?”


There was no way I heard that right. The last time we talked about the workshop, there were five kids
registered with the possibility of a sixth. “I’m sorry, how many?”

“Twenty-two little skate cadets,” he confirmed, like it was no big deal. “Try the engine again, please.”

I didn’t move, frozen in place by the impossibility of single-handedly pointing forty-four skates in the
right direction and wiping twenty-two runny noses. “I thought you said there were going to be six!”

He just laughed. “The Lia Bailey! Turn the key, please.”

Reluctantly, I did as I was told. From the sound of it, Bessie was just as reluctant as I was.

Mr. Kozlov popped his head back out for a second. “Don’t you worry. Not twenty-two by yourself. You have a co-teacher.”

It never failed to amaze me that Mr. Kozlov could memorize rink schedules and the past hundred
years of hockey history, but couldn’t remember to tell me things like the fact that I had a co-teacher
for the workshop I thought I was teaching on my own. “Who’s teaching with me?”

“Ah-ha!” Mr. Kozlov sounded thrilled about whatever he’d just discovered under Bessie’s hood.
“Problem fixed. Try her again.”

“Who am I teaching with? Mackenzie?” Mackenzie and I weren’t close friends—we didn’t have many classes together and only occasionally saw each other at the rink—but it might be fun teaching with her. If nothing else, she could handle eleven of the kids.

Mr. Kozlov slammed Bessie’s hood shut with a confidence that suggested whatever he’d done had
solved the problem. “Mackenzie’s skates aren’t dull enough,” he said, as if that were an explanation.
“Not Mackenzie. Start Bessie’s engine!” When I didn’t do as he asked, he shooed me off the seat, back onto the ice where I came from. “Your co-teacher is Pierce,” he said. Then he started Bessie’s engine, letting out an enthusiastic whoop as she purred to life.

I blanched. Pierce. There was only one Pierce I knew. It couldn’t be him. Under no circumstances
could I spend the next ten weeks teaching with the Pierce I knew. “Wait, Pierce? Pierce Miller?” I
asked, but Bessie’s engine was too loud, and Mr. Kozlov was already halfway down the rink,
occasionally checking the ice behind him to make sure it was smooth.

I struggled to remember the last time I’d been forced to interact with Pierce Miller. Since he advanced from Troy Preparatory Academy’s hockey team to USA Hockey’s National Team Development Program, I’d seen a lot less of him. Less at the rink because his new team practiced at an ice arena in Plymouth, a few cities over, and less at school because of his travel schedule with the team.

And when I did see him? Pierce was very good at not giving me the time of day.

The last interaction I had with him was at the rink shortly after he’d secured his place on the NTDP
team. A gaggle of hockey players and their parents had stuck around after Pierce’s practice to get his
autograph. Everyone in the city of Troy knew Pierce was going to be The Next Big Thing in hockey and teenage athlete celebrities. But when I walked into the rink for my practice while his crowd of adoring fans was walking out, Pierce must have thought I had been left behind.

“Oh, I missed one?” he asked, Sharpie still in hand. He grabbed my water bottle, signed a signature
too perfect to be anything other than practiced, and handed it back. When he smiled at me, he
somehow managed to do it without even looking at me. “Gotta run,” he said, “but thanks for the

No acknowledgment that we’d shared the same ice rink for most of our lives. No recognition that
we’d had two classes together freshman year. No noticing that I might be headed to practice of my
own and just wanted something to drink.

I’d tossed the water bottle in the trash and spent my practice annoyed and thirsty.

After that, I did my best to stay away from Pierce, even if ignoring him completely was impossible. It
wasn’t enough that he was popular at school and the local ice arenas, but a few news outlets had
grabbed hold of his YouTube channel, mostly his greatest hockey hits and the video equivalent of
selfies, and turned him into a web celeb. A few professional teams were already showing interest in
him. A model-perfect guy with endless charm and enough talent to attract the scouts could rule the
world. Or at least his corner of the world, which was unfortunate, because it was a corner of the
world I was apparently destined to share.

As Mr. Kozlov finished the final pass over the ice, I skated over to the Zamboni bay. “You didn’t mean Pierce Miller, did you?” I asked as soon as he cut off the engine.

Mr. Kozlov started shoveling away the small pile of ice the machine left behind. “Yes! Champion figure skater, champion hockey player, perfect team to teach future Olympians.”

Oh no. “You marketed it that way, didn’t you? That’s how you got the numbers from five to

Mr. Kozlov set the shovel aside and smiled at me. He had definitely taken a puck or two to the nose
when he was younger, if the curvature was any indication. But his smile was straight and wide.
“Perhaps.” He started closing the Zamboni bay doors.

“I’m not a figure-skating champion.”

“Local champion. Regional champion. Champion.”

Mr. Kozlov closed the other door and started walking around the outside of the ice. I followed along,
letting my skates slide effortlessly across the smooth surface. I raised my voice a little so he could hear me over the rink’s half wall. “Not at senior level. Not at nationals. Not a champion that counts.”
Mr. Kozlov stopped walking, reached over, and pointed at me, pressing one finger hard enough
against the glass to turn his finger completely white. “The Lia Bailey, you count. Senior or national or
not. You count.”

My cheeks warmed. He believed in me more than I believed in myself. Mr. Kozlov continued walking, and I glanced up at the clock on the scoreboard. Several of the tiny round bulbs were burned out, but it was clearly nine forty-five. Fifteen minutes before the workshop was scheduled to start. I reached the rink’s exit and slipped on my blade guards before stepping off the ice. “Can’t I just teach the workshop by myself?”

Mr. Kozlov handed me a clipboard with some papers and a pen. “What is wrong with Pierce Miller?”

I bit back the “he’s an arrogant jerk who will be a terrible influence on anyone under the age of ten”
response that wanted to roll off my tongue. “Nothing. I just think I could do a better job on my own.”

An abandoned water bottle lay on one of the benches near the bleachers. Mr. Kozlov deposited it in
the garbage can. “He is best hockey player at this rink. Best to teach kids’ hockey.”

“I know,” I said, because it was true. Pierce was the best candidate. But that still didn’t mean I wanted to teach with him. “It’s just that he…he’s not…”

“Ah,” Mr. Kozlov said. “You don’t like him.”

If I said yes, I would sound immature, like I was in first grade and Pierce had cooties. I wasn’t
altogether sure that he didn’t have cooties, but I shook my head. “I just don’t know how well he’s
going to do with kids.” The smooth cover was also true. Mr. Kozlov would have to listen to that.

Instead, he patted my shoulder. “Pierce will be fine. Give him a chance.”

I glanced up at the clock again. There was a chance he wouldn’t even show up. That would be like
him. But as appealing as that possibility was, I’d have to handle all twenty-two kids on my own. My
knees wobbled at the thought.

When the doors to the arena lobby swung open to reveal a tiny girl with her mom carrying the world’s tiniest, most adorable figure skates, I clutched my clipboard.

Never in a million years did I think I’d say it, but I needed Pierce Miller.

Even though it was cold in the rink, sweat was beading on the back of my neck. Pierce hadn’t shown
up, but all twenty-two of the kids had. Twenty-one of them were currently lined up against the wall,
waiting for the workshop to start. However, I couldn’t get started because the twenty-second child, a
tiny five-year-old named Olivia, would not stop crying.

Olivia had weak ankles and seemingly zero balance. She’d fallen the second her blades hit the ice. She fell again while trying to get up. She fell while holding onto the wall. She fell while moving. She fell while standing still.

And each time she fell, she cried a little harder.

Now, I was holding Olivia up on the ice on her wobbly ankles and trying to soothe her. The little girl
wasn’t injured, just frustrated. If I let her get off the ice now, chances were good she’d never step
back onto it again. If the tears would stop for just a few minutes, I would be able to help get her feet
under her and we could go from there. But either one of those tasks would take individual attention I
didn’t have time to give.

“Olivia, please stop crying and I’ll help you, okay? I’m not going to let go until you’re ready, but you
have to stop crying so I can talk to the other kids.”

Apparently Olivia interpreted this to mean “scream at the top of your lungs.” I was about to resort to
bribery in the form of candy from the snack bar when another skater hopped on the ice from the far
door. I glanced up and relief flooded my limbs.

Pierce was here after all.

“Sorry I’m late.” He skated over and came to a hockey stop just a foot or two away from me, sending a spray of ice shavings everywhere. All over me. All over Olivia. All over the closest four or five kids on the wall. He brushed a few of them off, seemingly unsure of what to do with his hands when he got to me. “Er…sorry.”

“Whoa,” one of the older kids said. “I want to learn how to do that.”

Olivia stopped crying. Twenty-one jaws dropped open, but mine wasn’t one of them. No, I was too
busy gawking. You’d think I’d never seen him before, but whoa. Pierce was hot. Possibly hotter than
the last time I’d seen him. Tall with light brown hair and a body that showed just how much he
worked out. Hazel eyes with more green than brown. Something about his jaw made him seem older
than he actually was.

But then he had to use that jaw to open his mouth.

“It’s Mia, right?”

Four years at the same school and the same rink and he could only get 66 percent of the letters in my
name correct? “Lia. With an L.”

Olivia started whimpering, so I hushed her in what I hoped was a soothing way.

“Lia,” Pierce echoed. He didn’t bother introducing himself, as if everyone knew who he was. Which
they did, but still.

“You’re Pierce Miller,” said one of the older boys who was wearing a hockey helmet way too big for
his head. “My dad says you’re going to play for the Red Wings.”

Pierce turned toward the row of young skaters, as if noticing them for the first time. “I hope so, little

“I saw you on YouTube!” one of the girls said. Though her outfit was predominately pink, she was
wearing a tiny pair of hockey skates.

I was so distracted by the kids’ hero-worship that Olivia slipped out of my grasp, fell, and started
crying again.

“I’m sorry, Olivia,” I said as I picked the little girl up and struggled to set her on her skate blades again. The muscles in my back were starting to protest being stooped over for so long.

“I want to skate!” one of the kids said.

“Yeah,” another echoed.

The start of a riot. Crap. Like it or not, I was going to have to ask Pierce for help. “Look, you can either take her,” I said, nodding to Olivia, “or—”

Before I could finish the other option, Pierce scooped Olivia up and settled her against his hip, her
skates hanging down toward his knees. Instantly, her tears stopped.

“Olivia, is it?” Pierce asked. “‘Atta girl. You’re okay.”

That wasn’t what I had wanted him to do. Picking her up was just as bad as taking her off the ice. Now he wouldn’t be able to put her down, and when he did, she’d just fall or start crying again. But there was nothing I could do about that now, and I had the rest of the kids to worry about.

“Okay, everyone. I want you to let go of the wall and step out in front of you, just like you’re walking,” I said. One of the kids fell and knocked two others down, but the rest stayed on their feet. “Good job, guys! Now pick up your feet, one at a time.”

The kids went back and forth across the rink like that, sometimes falling, always crashing into the
hockey boards both because they didn’t know how to stop and because it was hilarious enough to
cause a fit of laughter every single time. Once they mastered walking, they started pushing off with
each foot and gliding, picking up a little speed. I grabbed push bars for the few kids who fell the most, but the others seemed okay.

Every once in a while, I glanced over at Pierce and Olivia. He carried her in his arms for a few minutes, and then put her back down on the ice with his hands supporting her under her armpits. Surprisingly, there were no tears. He skated around the rink with her like that for a while. I got distracted while trying to teach the kids forward swizzles, and the next time I looked over, Olivia was on her own; still weak-ankled and wobbly, but not falling. Even better, she was smiling.

Not that Pierce would have noticed. Now that his hands were free, his phone was out of his pocket,
and he was frantically typing something with his thumbs. He was smiling, too.

Texting a girl, maybe?

“Straight to the Olympics with this one,” he said without looking up from his phone as they skated by
me and the rest of the group.

“I want to go to the Olympics!” one of the little girls yelled right before falling on her butt.

“Me too,” another girl said before tripping over the first.

“Okay, okay.” I helped both of them back to their feet. “Swizzles first. Olympics second.” And
apparently not at all if Pierce was their teacher. But I kept that comment to myself. I glanced up at the
clock on the scoreboard. Not nearly enough time had passed. I was already more exhausted than if I’d
run a long program full-out four times in a row.

It was going to be a long ten weeks.

Erin is a young adult author from North Carolina. She is a morning person who does most of her writing before sunrise, while drinking excessive quantities of coffee. She believes flip-flops qualify as year-round footwear, and would spend every day at the beach if she could. She has a bachelor's degree in mathematics, which is almost never useful when writing books.

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