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BR 2: Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover

Book Review (BR) 2:

With a 4.31 star-rating (108,855 reviewers) on Goodreads,  Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover delivers an emotional, romantic, steamy story full of heartbreak and rejoicing.

Book Description:

When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she knows it isn’t love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.

Never ask about the past.

Don’t expect a future.

They think they can handle it, but realize almost immediately they can’t handle it at all.

Hearts get infiltrated.

Promises get broken.

Rules get shattered.

Love gets ugly.

Personal Review:

Ironic that my second book review is another standalone. Colleen Hoover is one of my favorite authors, although I either really love her books or hate them (cough, Too Late, cough).

Ugly Love definitely falls into my LOVE category. From the first page to the last, I cried, laughed, and sighed in jealousy.

Who are the central characters? Tate and Miles (who can take me for a ride any time!). Tate is a nurse who’s continuing her education. She moves to a new city and decides to live with her brother, who happens to be a pilot. She’s super busy and more focused on her career then a relationship.

Miles is a young pilot with a sordid past. His story goes back and forth, slowly peeling back his layers of trauma and heartbreak. His entire story broke my heart.

Miles and Tate’s first meeting is sad and funny. He’s passed out drunk and she thinks he’s crazy. But the chemistry starts flying almost immediately. It’s supposed to be a no-strings-attached arrangement with no questions asked, but Tate struggles with developing feelings and Miles is hung up on the past. Doesn’t make pleasant arguments!

If you haven’t noticed, my book reviews are short and to the point. I don’t believe in giving details, as that gives away too many aspects of the story. But I do give an honest review on the feels I get from the books.

And Ugly Love is beautiful.

This book was so emotionally beautiful. It had a central theme that is rarely used, which makes it even more heartbreaking. But the passion between Tate and Miles is slow-building and powerful. Watching Miles overcome his demons is brilliant. I feel for Tate most of the time, but her willingness to forgive and hold on is admirable.

I give it 5 “ugly” stars!

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3: Spring in the South

Anyone who lives in the South knows what I’m about to say is true…

If you want to experience all 4 seasons in one day, come to the South! Ha. That should be our motto.

But I’m serious. Spring in the South is no joke.

I never knew the struggle until I had kids. Trying to dress them for school in and of itself is an experience. When it’s in the 30s prior to 7am, but closer to the 80s when they get home from school around 3pm…we have a problem. Oh, “just dress them in layers!” Pfft. A 4 year old doesn’t quite understand layers and a 10 year old hates them.

Story of my life.

A couple of weeks ago we had unseasonably warm 80 degree weather…followed by snow and frost! Go on and laugh. This little bit of snow made EVERYONE happy. Lol

Of course it was just a dusting, but we made a few snowballs and froze our fingers off. And no, schools didn’t shut down. It started on Saturday night and was all gone by Sunday night. Boo-hiss.

What can I say? I’m lovable. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‰

So why am I taking the time out of my busy day to talk about the South? Well, because anyone who knows Southerners, knows we’re uncharacteristically proud of it. I don’t know why. It could be our southern twang, our slower pace at life, or maybe we’re just inbreed ingoramouses (just kidding! I’m pretty intelligent, myself 😜). Despite the negative connotations connected to us (or is it Texas?), the South is a pretty cool place.

I live in South Carolina. Where the pollen rides in on waves of brisk wind starting late February.

Where you dress in heavy winter coats and gloves in the morning, then switch to shorts and tanks in the afternoon.

Where flip flops are the state shoe, year-around.

Where Lula Roe leggings are both fashionable AND expensive…and every mom owns a couple hundred pair (‘cept me, of course!).

And where Spring is just a word. The weather we experience ranges from Ice Age to a cool desert day. Where flowers and produce blossom early, then die after a deep freeze.

We love it and hate it. It’s the “calm” before Hell on Earth lands during the Summer. If a Southerner has told you they’ve sweated in places they didn’t know they could sweat, they’re telling you the truth.

It’s brutal and it’s beautiful. So colorful. So vibrant…if you can see past your watering eyes.

But I’ve travelled some and lived in a few different places, and I can’t deny that Spring in the South is oneofakind.

Pinks, purples, and green, oh my! Indecisive weather. Pollen. And bugs.

Bugs galore! 😱

So if you’re brave enough and strong enough to battle your allergies (and creepy crawlies), visiting the South during the season of rebirth is more than worth it. 

Posted in Reflections

2: Midnight Ideas

What is it about the night hours that awakens my mind? I sing my sweet kiddos to sleep, spend some time with my husband, unwind with some video games, and reflect on all the things that need to get done, but never do.

Sometimes I contemplate the universe or all the hatred and chaos in the world.

Sometimes I read until the sun rises, escaping into worlds that I wish were my own.

I drag during the day, unable to focus or complete most tasks. It’s not depression. Maybe a little bit of laziness and a lotta bit of time reversal. I should be asleep during the day.

But that’s not how the world works.

Funny how people are like, “You’re tired during the day because you stay up all night. Just go to bed earlier.” Yea, that sounds easy to those who fit the universal mold. But what if I don’t want to go to bed earlier? What if my mind and body are designed to funtion during different times? Why do I need to change?

It’s hit and miss. I’ve tried early bed times and early risings. Still tired. And I tossed and turned for hours. I just accept my fate, chug some coffee, and sludge through the day.

Sometimes I wish I could go to bed at 9, or 10, or even 11. But I consistently hit the sack closer to 2 or 3 in the morning. Up a few hours later to get my kids off to school, then I laze the day away.

I need motivation. I need balance. I need the energy I feel at night during the day.

Is this my new goal and attainable question of life right now? Maybe, just maybe.

“I don’t need to fit the mold. The mold needs to fit me.” ~ Owl

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BR 1: Dark Notes by Pam Godwin

Book Review (BR) 1:

With a 4.24 star-rating (4931 reviewers) on Goodreads, Dark Notes by Pam Godwin was a dark surprise filled with steam, romance, and “oh shit” moments.

Book Description:

They call me a slut. Maybe I am.
Sometimes men take without asking.

But I have a musical gift, only a year left of high school, and a plan.

With one obstacle.

Emeric Marceaux doesn’t just take.

He seizes my will power and bangs it like a dark note.

When he commands me to play, I want to give him everything.

I kneel for his punishments, tremble for his touch, and risk it all for our stolen moments.

He’s my obsession, my master, my music.

And my teacher.

Personal Review:

Let me start off by saying that usually I am a series reader. I love series that follow a few main characters or where each book is a new story in the same “bookverse.”

With that being said, Dark Notes is a standalone. I’ll be the first to admit that standalones often leave me feeling empty and anxious. Like…what happens next? Dark Notes finished on a high note. The ending was satisfying and made my bleeding heart happy.

So who are the central characters? Ivory and Emeric (oh, Emeric, le sigh). Ivory is a 17 year old piano student who attends a prestigious music school, but comes from the wrong side of the tracks. Her mother and brother (the only family she has) are worthless and both physically and emotionally abusive toward Ivory. Let’s just say that their lack of initiative forces Ivory to partake in shocking and stressful situations. These situations keep a roof over their heads, but the price is high, considering Ivory is untrusting and views sex as vile and painful.

Enter Emeric Marceaux, Ivory’s new 27 year old piano master at her school. With his classy style and dominating presence, he steps over the student-teacher line with Ivory almost from the first moment they interact. His strength fuels her desire. His dark notes brighten her song. When Emeric takes Ivory under his wing and becomes her protector and lover, the pages literally explode with feelings and emotions.

The sexual interactions are hot and not too overboard. From the piano to painful bliss, Pam Godwin makes you question a vanilla sex life. The relationship development between Ivory and Emeric is taboo, but so full of love, trust, and beauty. The descriptions of emotions cause your chest to flutter. The experiences and reactions make you cringe and sigh with contentment.

The fact that I chose this book to review first should be enough proof of just how much I loved it. Some parts are hard to read, but the brutal honesty shines through. Ivory is a female lead we can all look up to with her strength and perseverance, and Emeric is a man we should all have by our side.

“It’s universally known that the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes.” ~ Emeric

So if you’re into romance, overcoming shitty situations, strong female leads, hunky male leads, and steamy bow chicka bow wow, Dark Notes by Pam Godwin may be your fortΓ¨.

I give it 5 “I’m fucking my teacher” stars!

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1: Silent Reflection

Over thinkers. And silent seekers.

When the sun sets below the horizon and the stars come out to play, magic and madness fills the air. A current of brisk adrenaline. A whisper of the unknown.

The heavy blanket of daily monotonous trolling lifts and exposes our lungs and minds to fresh air and ideas. They say sleep is necessary to “reset” our memories and mind so we start fresh the next day.

But I say nightly reflection seals the deal. Accepts new knowledge. Solidifies new life lessons.

Psychology claims the thinkers, dreamers, and intellects come alive at night due to the freedom it brings. There’s nothing like standing in a field in the pitch black, breathing in the crisp spring air, and staring at a panaramic view of thousands of stars stretched across lake country sky.

So this blog….is more about my late-night tangents, ideas, and advice for those who were born to a different daily rhythm.