My very first PKD. A rite of passage, perhaps? That was really… weird, but interesting.
Tag: reading
This book really messed with my head.
George Orwell manages to articulate why people using political buzzword salad is so annoying in one essay.
My friend told me to read this seven years ago. I should have listened.
You’ll Be the Death of Me wasn’t a perfect book by any means, but it sure was addictive as heck!
Sooooo….. I have a lot of thoughts. So many thoughts that I wrote a 1,600+ word Goodreads review immediately upon finishing this book, and that’s why today is my first-ever SPOILER REVIEW.
If you stick to one genre, reading can get boring. Why? Because the book world is not immune to trend-hopping. Publishers want to sell books, so they publish what sells, leading to a myriad of interesting– but sometimes repetitive– trends.
I’m currently in a blogging slump AND a reading slump. We’ve all been there, I’m sure (or at least, I really hope), so today I decided to compile a list of 30 blog post ideas for when you’re in a writing slump.
Short stories are CRIMINALLY underrated. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever written about short stories on this blog. I do read them sometimes, but definitely not as often as I read full-length novels. But I don’t think they get enough appreciation.
This book has some of the most long-winded and sesquipedalian (I wanted to use that word so badly) prose I’ve ever read, but I somehow managed to finish it in one afternoon, glued to my Kindle the entire time.
Well, it’s official. And Then There Were None is no longer my favorite Agatha Christie book.
With its unique premise and slower pacing, I think it’s fair to call The Cousins Karen M. McManus’s most controversial mystery. And yet, it is the book that reserved McManus’s spot on my list of favorite authors.
I’ve been obsessed with YA mystery/thrillers for a while… there’s something about the easy-to-read yet suspenseful writing style, plentiful plot twists, and shock endings. They’re just so readable, and I can’t just enough!
Do you ever get that feeling, while reading a book, where you’re completely absorbed in the story and you just can’t put it down? It’s almost like eating delicious food, or being wrapped in a warm blanket. You don’t want it to end, because you’re just in the MOOD for reading.
I am ashamed of myself.
First because I failed to read this book sooner, and second because I’ve been complaining about quarantine nonstop without truly realizing that my life is NOT that bad.
Is this a discussion post?
I was recently thinking about how I want to expand the kinds of books I read, and that gave me this idea.
Last week I posted Part 1 of Reacting to my Old Writing, in which I read the first half of my middle school magnum opus. Go check it out before you read this post.
I NEED to meet Holly Jackson. Right now. This woman is a genius.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that every evil dictator was once an ambitious, self-centered and clueless teen who really, truly hated cabbage.
A New England prep school, a murder mystery, the remarkable descendants of famous literary figures… Intriguing Premises 101.
Frappes and Fiction 