Review: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I kind of went into this book not knowing what to expect, I knew it was going to be creepy and vintage just by looking at the cover.

Caraval by Stephanie Garber

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I was craving some sort of fantasy to get lost in, so I took a dive into a YA novel again. It was fun, it was fast, it was... romanc-y, which was not as fun.

I liked the plot, I liked the plot twists, even though I predicted like 90% of them. I did get a tiny bit bored in the mid-section of the book, probably because I kept predicting everything. I will admit that the last 50 pages of the novel was pretty exciting and did take me by surprise.

Review: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

So, I've realized something.
I don't think I can ever read bland YA dystopian ever again, of course there are some really good gems out there, but after reading 1984, A Clockwork Orange, and this novel, my expectations are just too high.

Review: Thieves at Heart by Tristan J. Tarwater

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

It started off sooo good. And it ended sooo... not quite as good.

The book starts off with Tavera as a little 6 or 7 year old girl assisting her mother who is a prostitute. She's then adopted by a young man, a thief who happens to notice her skills when she tries to steal from him.

Review: Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Positive Thinking Has Undermined America by Barbara Ehrenreich

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Everybody needs to read this book once in their life.

For the entire book, the author is debunking positive thinking, she references several journal articles, connects her research to capitalism and neoliberal ideology, and she shows how positive psychology is a tool to advance the ideals of the top 1%.

I have so much to say about this book, I don't even know what to say. So out of laziness and being overwhelmed I'm going to just end my fangirling here. Enjoy.

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Mother Earth

The Earth birthed me with

The soft white snow

Of an angel

I fluttered gently to her

Beneath a wintry sky

Iceberg

On this iceberg, I am born

On this iceberg, I watch them

They are there, in the distance

On the shore

In pairs

In groups

In families

They share my skin

My face

My blood and bones

But they do not share this iceberg

I watch them

Share warmth

Share joy

Share their souls and their homes

I watch them learn

From each other

So I learn too

I learn to speak like them

Smile like them

Act like them

With no teacher

No parent

No partner

Here

On my iceberg

I watch them

Rip their hearts out

In exchange

Like gifts with bloody bows

So I learn too

I learn

To rip my heart out

But there are things that cannot be learned

Alone

On my iceberg

I have ripped out my heart

But nobody is willing to have

The heart

Of a child

That lives on an iceberg

They watch me too

They yell at me

That I speak like them

But not quite

That I walk like them

But not quite

That I am like them

But not quite

They watch me

And they say that I do not shiver

From the cold

But I do shiver

And tremble

And rage

From the frustration

Of my iceberg

So here I sit

On my iceberg

And I watch

I copy

I mimic

I fake

For I am a charlatan

Born with an iceberg

Wearing their skin

Their expressions are my mask

Their actions are my act

So here I sit

On my iceberg

And I watch them

Tether their hearts

With strings made of passion and despair

And I gaze at my own string

Slack and untethered

And I shiver

Not from the solace

Of the cold

But from the solitude

Of my iceberg