I got my part of the Fall Magic Swap today! From Debbie's Spurts. It's so cute!
Here's what I got:
So many unicorns! *heart eyes* And all the tea smells amazing. In the winter hot drinks always help sooth my sore throats so I will put all that to use. I will even use the basket this all came in. I'm an organization freak.
This is such a spectacular box. (Well, they all are. But I digress.) I said I love unicorns, and Debbie delivered. I had a hard time deciding between dragons and unicorns, but I went with the more fabulous creature. I have a tone of dragons. I don't have too many unicorns. This has made my day. Thank you so much, Debbie! I hope your swap is just as great!
Today is board game day in this house, so I checked this out of the library. I got the hardcopy from Book of the Month. I think the cover is so pretty. I plan on cross stitching and listening to the audiobook while I work. Double duty. That way the boy nerds can play Catan or whatever and I can do my own thing. I've had a virus of some sort this week and haven't felt well at all. I'm still weak. I just wanna relax this weekend.
This book made me want to stab something.
Nobody in it was likeable except Tiffany the former stripper and her husband Vid, who spoke like Gru. Everyone else acted like elementary schoolers. The passive aggressiveness, the snide comments, the two-faced behavior. Nothing spoke of adults. And the children were monsters, with the exception of Dakota who didn't have much of a personality at all.
The plot was so transparent I could see my hand through it. I had it figured out within about 50 pages. Nothing makes me angrier than a short story that was stuffed to make a novel. This was a prime example. Too much cliche plot filler, too much fluff, too much everything. And none of it was even good. This should have been a novella of max 40 pages. Not 400. Your eyes just glaze after a while. And with the audiobook, it JUST. KEPT. GOING. Every time I thought it was done, it pulled a Return of the King, and popped back up. God.
Yes, this was a overhyped popular book with little substance, one-dimensional characters and a plot any middle grade could see.
Erika and Oliver want Clementine to be their egg donor. Fun story: I donated eggs twice when I was in my early 20s at the most successful fertility clinic in West Tennessee. It's not a complicated process, but it involved a lot of shots. I got asked by people about how I could possibly just give away my eggs and not feel anything about it, and i just shrugged and told them the process was anonymous and I was paid well. Plus I was helping people make families. Logically I have way more eggs than I could ever turn into babies. Why waste them? The most they ever retrieved was 24. My ovaries were screaming.
How many more books am I going to start this week? I have no damn idea. But I have had this on my pile for ages. And since HBO seems to like this author, I figured I might as well give it a shot. So far it's your typical popular fiction with a missing memory thing going on. It's too early to tell if this is any good or yet another overhyped book.
Does anyone else have a harder time reading ebooks that actual hardcopies? There's something about seeing my progress through the pages that helps keep me going, and you just don't get that with a Kindle. I'm feeling a slump coming on so I may grab a Book of the Month I have been wanting to read for a while. Or something off my massive TBR cart. Just something to keep me going.