Oh Hell no. Tell me I can't handle my own money and I need a manager because I'm not white. Let me give you my middle finger. God, I'm glad I was born in the 80s.
Today I turn a whoppin' 33. And I asked everyone for a My Little Pony themed day. My husband and friends delivered. My bestie got me 3 of those Equestria Girls mini figures plus a Rainbow Dash headband and a coffee mug. My husband got me the big MLP Target exclusive Mane 6 pony set plus the Applejack merpony and a handful of glitter blindbags. My mother-in-law got me the InstaPot. And then my daddy sent me some money that I used to order a jigsaw puzzle board, The Art of My Little Pony: The Movie book, and went to Target with the rest and got the Strange Things Vynls of Dustin and Lucas, the Abe Sapien pop, the MLP snow globe, and the Songbird Serenade coin bank and plush. What a haul!! I was on cloud 9.
Plus we ate at a great Korean place for dinner. Had BiBimbop. Mmmmmm.
I hope you guys had a great day, too.
Native American culture is something I have always loved but never known a lot about. I was always told I was heavily Native American on my mother's side but then everyone backtracked and said they never told us that. My husband is from Oklahoma and I have been told he is part Native. I hate how an entire culture and race of people was damn near eradicated because they were considered less than the white man. This sort of mind set makes me sick.
Reina hasn't given me one single reason to like her thieving, murdering brother. He never took responsibility for anything he ever did. Not even killing a baby. I have zero sympathy for that man.
On top of brushing up on my Spanish, I also need to learn Latin folk lore, myths and legends. I have no idea about the gods and goddesses they are talking about. Context clues are carrying me.
What the heck am I reading? I was led to believe this was a romance in a war torn Middle East country, but at 100 pages we leave that behind and enter some sort of weird science fiction realm of teleporting through random doors. This author was on shrooms.
C'mon. I'm looking for a 4 star read. Can I have that? Four books in a row have been 3 stars or less. I want a winner.
This is so much better than the last 3 Book of the Month selections. Thank God.
Also, wtf Booklikes? Geez. Please stay online for more than 12 hours. And don't break the comments and posts again. K? Thanks.
1. This author has a degree is writing and used the word "gentle" as a verb. He gentled his voice. That's just unacceptable.
2. I must be super out of touch because there were teen slang terms in this book I have never heard before like "jaws" and "chag". Wtf do those mean?
3. Blatant homophobia. For San Francisco, these kids sure do seem to call everyone a "fag". Again, not cool.
4. Wow, this whole book was a giant teen drama trope. Teacher/student screwing; the new, naive teacher that wants to save all her students; suicide; bullies; stoners; out of touch parents.
This book wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything special either. It was mediocre.
I do not ever remember high school being this damn dramatic. And I was bullied like no tomorrow. But this? This is ridiculous.
I am glad Molly was mortified by Ellison's manuscript, though. Good God, the little excerpt we were given was a lesson in misogyny. Not to mention it wasn't even a veiled attempt to write about himself as the main character. He just did, right down to the belt he wore. That's bad writing 101: never make the main character you. They can have a couple of your traits, but never make them you. It's sloppy and boring. Ellison was a creep anyway so it figures he would be egotistical enough to write himself like that. What a dick.
This book is better than All at Sea but about on par with The Mothers so far. Meh.
This book is a step-by-step in how not to behave like an adult. This woman did nothing a rational grown up would, and so I had no ability to connect with her. She left her marriage, which is fine, but she left it for a coke dealing crack smoker. And then she wants you to believe that being a dealer is boring and not all that dangerous. They play house, have 2 children and never marry (because marriage is only a piece of paper). And then it turns out he's still married to another woman. When he dies, she seems genuinely shocked she has a nightmare of logistics on her hands. Yes, honey, that's what happens when you don't marry a man but instead just intertwine your lives. His will left everything to his legal wife.
Plus, most of this book was just circling the drain of her constant sorrow. With pretty words. Lots and lots of pretty words. Over 200 pages, and there wasn't much substance. Just "my love died and my life is over and my kids are out of control". She had a down-her-nose view of anyone of faith, she wouldn't let the kids call her Mum, and she epitomized the idea you can be educated and still be dumb.
I'm proud of myself for finishing this.
This isn't "haunting", as I was told it would be. Nope. It's mostly lots of superfluous words and talking in circles. While I feel terrible this woman lost her husband (I would crumble without mine), I am just not connecting with Decca. Her entire relationship with Tony was built on not-so-up-and-up behavior, and I cannot quite feel for a woman that supported living with a cocaine dealing crack addict.
Usually, in November I do Nonfiction November. But since It ran long and I have been neglecting my Book of the Month selections, I'm skipping the November reads and going right into my December pile. December is dedicated to catching up on what selections I didn't get around to reading through the year. Well, I still have some from 2016, let alone 2017. Yeah.... I need to get that stack down. Let's see how many of these I can knock out. I can' even remember what some of these are about.