Top Ten Reasons Why I Hate and Love ACOTAR and Sequel

I have kept my feelings welled up inside me– I have many times considered tearing the book apart were it not for my parent’s peaceful upbringing. So, I had to settle on tearing potato chips with my teeth as I scan the book and write my review.

Because I HATE A Court of Thorn and Roses yet, at the same time, I LOVE it.

Damn you Sarah J. Maas. Damn you.

I intended this as a different post but when I saw that TTT is having a freebie week, I decided to put the two together since I was having a hard time organizing my thoughts. The post shall contain rants and praises and god knows what else. Maybe profanity unless my zen upbringing proves stronger than I thought. At the moment, I’m listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack, thinking of the time when fairytales were simpler but memorable; ACOTAR is anything but simple and its impact to me is as powerful as an ant crawling inside my ear. I think it is a brilliant book that subverts common fairytale cliches such as Instaromance and Happily Ever Afters into realistic affairs and turns innocent kisses to hot, steamy sex scenes. At the same time, it is a flawed book, which makes it more or less an interesting book to discuss. I’ll be talking about BOTH novels so there are spoilers of course.  Continue reading

QPQ, Chesca | What Are Your Writing Habits?

Hi guys, I’m adding a new feature/discussion post that I’ll be calling Quid Pro Quo, Chesca, where we basically share stories to one another. If you have watched Silence of the Lambs, you would know the infamous line Quid pro quo, doctor spoken by Clarice as she amd Hannibal Lecter exchange information to catch a serial-killer. Mind you that this segment is free of serial killers or cannibals so please don’t think I’d suddenly skin you alive or something.

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Now, let’s get on to the topic of discussion. Writing habits. Writing is perhaps the easiest job of all time and, at the same time, the most difficult. It doesn’t require too much movement, and you don’t need to spend money putting your pen on paper or typing a sentence on your word processor. It’s basically do or not and we form habits along the way. It may be because writing is so darn hard you got to do something else every hour or so. Or perhaps you do something to warm you up before grinding through words and paragraphs.  Continue reading

Dear You,

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“You’re different. And I’m different too. Different is good. But different is hard. Believe me, I know.”

Among the stack of fairytale retellings, contemporary romance, and dystopian YA fiction, nothing fascinates me more than ever as the bittersweet coming-of-age novel. We’re talking about Catcher in the Rye where profanity is spoken with passion and angst is character. We’re talking about the alienated boy with issues, the misunderstood and ignored, the hopelessness of adulthood and the harsh reality that the world does not give a damn whether you slash your wrists or not. This sort of novel, perhaps, did not blow away our world or made it any better but it did something that you probably wanted to do for a long time– it cried, it wailed, it cursed the world and all of humanity– it’s like having a friend who could understand you.  Continue reading

Four of the Hottest Lines from A Court of Mist and Fury

A Court of Mist and Fury is the second book of  A Court of Thorns and Roses trilogy (or saga? I don’t know), a series filled with violence, sex, and common teenage struggles such as animal slaughter and kidnapping. As I browse the pages of the book for my upcoming ACOTAR post, I saw lines I have never seen before and reread lines I was glad to read once more. As a refresher course for my ACOTAR (and sequel) rant and rave, I decided to write down four quotes from the sequel that are so hot, it’ll boil your brain and make you rethink about life.  Continue reading

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When my friend held my arm, I have the strongest urge to slap it away. I could clearly see her pores, as clear as the fucking moon, and the sweat dripping out of it that reminds me of the syrupy liquid drops my mother used to force down my throat. They have the same urine-like color and it revolts me to think that it was touching my skin, her urine colored sweat rubbing against my arm.

She is laughing, oblivious of the discomfort she is giving me. Laughing about her cute boyfriend. Laughing about her five-year old son who has memorized the story of Goldilocks and the Three Little Bears. She does not notice the spit coming out of her mouth, the ant crawling at the corners of her narrow nose– they’re always there in your body, those ants, coasting the edges and corners and holes of your body as if they were surfing the great pacific.

We pass by a marketplace. A batch of melons catches her eye. Her son loves melons, she says, and picks through a couple of good ripe ones. She weighs them with her sweaty hands and she doesn’t see the worms, silky white and about a hundred of them, budging out of the melon’s soft shell. She doesn’t see the scratches and the things stuck between them, a person’s filthy nail, a drop of red paint that may be nail polish or blood, and another ant making its fast, steady run across the melon, leaving dirt and shit that no human eye could possibly see.

But I could see. I could see them all so clear. 

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Judging Fifty Shades of Grey By Its Cover

50 Shades of Grey, as we all know, is the worldwide best-selling erotica that made E.L. James an instant millionaire and inspired complex debates of whether it was the funniest book ever made or the most insulting, disgusting, and insensitive book of the 20th century. FSOG, as we all know once more, details the love story of the meek Anastasia Steele and her relationship with the mysterious Christian Grey, who brings her to the world of classical music, chains, butt slapping, and divine orange juices, otherwise known as BDSM, atleast in 50 Shades lore.

But we’re not going to talk about how funnily awful or awfully funny (depends on your perspective) this book is. Instead, we’ll talk about the iconic covers of FSOG.  Continue reading

Where I Try My Best Reviewing This Book

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Synopsis

When Cora’s mother whisks the family away for the summer, Cora must decide between forging her future in the glimmering world of second homes where her parents belong, or getting lost in the bewitching world of the locals and the mystery surrounding a lonely old woman who claims to be a selkie creature—and who probably needs Cora more than anyone else.

Through the fantastical tales and anguished stories of the batty Mrs. O’Leary, as well as the company of a particularly gorgeous local boy called Ronan, Cora finds an escape from the reality of planning her life after high school. But will it come at the cost of alienating Cora’s mother, who struggles with her own tragic memories?

As the summer wanes, it becomes apparent that Ronan just may hold the answer to Mrs. O’Leary’s tragic past—and Cora’s future. (Goodreads)


The opening lines:

“Oh my,” Dad said.

“This has to be a joke,” I announced.

“It’s perfect!” Mom clapped her hands happily.

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I proceeded to put down the book, followed by my forehead, and prayed for hope and patience because I was already quickly running out of those by page one. These first three lines scream the plot and the kind of characters I’m going to look forward to, and while it isn’t a bad way to open a book, it sets a humorous tone that doesn’t quite fit to the serious vibe the novel is implying in the synopsis. Or the angst that followed in the next 200 pages.

Cora, the Teenager of Angst and whose cheeks seem to have a life of its own (it blushes on its own and she talks to it), finds herself in a completely new neighborhood which gives her reason to angst more. In between her surly walks, she meets a strange old lady who tells her Irish folklore and an average, hot, sparkly brown-eyed, potential love interest swimmer who changes her life. We also have a few characters that makes Cora’s life relatively harder, like her Mother and her Father, the Third-Wheel, the Bestfriend, the Bimbo and Blondie (no really, she calls some people like that) and the ocean. Her only real friend is a dog.

Let’s get this on shall we? A warning guys. There shall be spoilers, rants, and blood.

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