Watching Death Note: The Netflix Version

On October 2nd, I decided it was a good time to watch a movie on Netflix because it would be the last day I would have it. So I chose Death Note. I loved the anime when I watched it way back and I thought why not?

I think that making such an epic anime and trying to condense it into a movie length was a bit of a mistake. It missed so much of what made Death note so good. If I had watched the movie without knowing what the anime was like, I probably would have enjoyed it so much more, but knowing the anime, this version of it felt like a pale comparison.

I couldn’t even get into the way they designed Ryuk. They could have gone in a much better direction with the way they designed his face.

Is it scary? Yes. But they made it look more cartoonish then the anime.. I don’t know how? They tried for realism and got the opposite. I look at Ryuk and I get taken out of the story because I don’t really believe that he would look like this.

The biggest issue I had with this movie however.. is that it white-washes a story very much set in Japanese culture. It white-washed the whole thing and it wasn’t good as a movie at all. Yeah, some of the visuals were interesting. But the whole story was lost. The culture of Death Note and everything that made it great was striped away.

We don’t need another white guy playing the role that’s meant to be Japanese or any other culture. There is too much of that. I don’t have anything against the actors themselves, but who decided to do so in the first place. From that moment on.. the whole entire story was ruined. They could have made a much better story if they’d decided to hire people that are actually Japanese and care about Japanese culture and want to tell the story right.

So.. instead of watching Death Note on Netflix, I’m going to see if I can watch the 2006 version of the movie that is done right.

Something I would have done in the first place if I had known. It’s so nice to look at this poster and feel that L looks like L.. If I can find and watch this maybe I’ll do another post on the Japanese version of the movie.

Thanks for reading! Let me know your thoughts down in the comments.

-Till next time!


The Darkest Part of the Forest: A Review

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black

My Rating: 5/5 Stars!

Cover Rating: 8.5/10! I love this cover! When I first saw it I knew I had to read this book one day! I love how organic it is and how well it goes with the novel. Plus I love the touch of the butterfly. It is really pretty.

Publisher: Little Brown Books for Young Readers

Publish Date: January 13th, 2015

Number of Pages: 336

Received: My e-gift from Andrew @GroovyGlasses

Purchase: Amazon


A girl makes a secret sacrifice to the faerie king in this lush New York Times bestselling fantasy by author Holly Black

In the woods is a glass coffin. It rests on the ground, and in it sleeps a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives….

Hazel and her brother, Ben, live in Fairfold, where humans and the Folk exist side by side. Since they were children, Hazel and Ben have been telling each other stories about the boy in the glass coffin, that he is a prince and they are valiant knights, pretending their prince would be different from the other faeries, the ones who made cruel bargains, lurked in the shadows of trees, and doomed tourists. But as Hazel grows up, she puts aside those stories. Hazel knows the horned boy will never wake.

Until one day, he does….

As the world turns upside down, Hazel has to become the knight she once pretended to be.

The Darkest Part of the Forest is bestselling author Holly Black’s triumphant return to the opulent, enchanting faerie tales that launched her YA career.

Opening Sentence: “Down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin.”


The Darkest Part of the Forest mixes reality and fantasy in a beautiful blend to create a story that is part magic, part fairy, and part totally human. My intro into the world of Holly Black did not disappoint. This story of magic, family, love, and never giving up left a mark on my heart. The Darkest Part of the Forest will always be a special book to me.

What I Loved:

There is a doctor who reference. Not just any doctor who reference, but one about my favorite doctor Matt Smith.. my sweet fluff ball bow tie boy. The one that made me refuse to watch seasons past his leaving, because I was heartbroken.. I’m going to rewatch all of doctor who and finally get to the new seasons because I HAVE to see the new female doctor! I just have to! Anyway, I have been a fully fledged Whovian since middle school and I feel like I lost the right to that badge of honor. I need to rewatch and take it back. Anyway, I ADORE Holly for putting that reference in there.

A modern take on some classic fantasy. I love how rooted this story is in the contemporary era, but placed in a town touched by magic and fantasy. It creates this really cool split between normal reality and oddities and I loved that.

The image of a horned boy in a class coffin. We all know and love the fairy tale this reminds us of. Yet somehow I found that the image and story that came from this impacted me more then sleeping beauty. That’s a really big accomplishment considering the princess obsessed little girl I was once.

The LGBT Rep. It was really beautiful to read about a brother and sister pair that both grew up loving the same magical boy. The way that things played out in the end was so beautiful. I loved too.. what situations it created for both Hazel and her brother and how it brought them closer together and yet further apart for different reasons.

An original changeling storyline. I loved the secondary plot of a changeling boy being taken in to live as the brother of a boy he was supposed to trade places with. I loved how uniquely his story formed and how it added depth to the story that I think would have been missing without it.

The often lyrical writing. Holly writes beautifully… like really beautifully. I loved how her dark and lyrical writing made imagery come to life in my mind. It makes me so excited to read The Coldest Girl in Coldtown (which I’ve owned for a while, but haven’t got a chance to read yet). Her writing style is really unique and it grabs your attention immediately. Even in the first line you can tell just how easily it grabs attention.

Final thoughts:

The Darkest Part of the Forest is a book I feel I got to read at just the right time. It’s fantastic and daring and full of really great writing. The details of it are as beautiful as the cover. I’m so happy to have had the opportunity to read this.

About the Author:

Holly Black is the author of bestselling contemporary fantasy books for kids and teens. Some of her titles include The Spiderwick Chronicles (with Tony DiTerlizzi), The Modern Faerie Tale series, the Curse Workers series, Doll Bones, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown, the Magisterium series (with Cassandra Clare) and The Darkest Part of the Forest. She has been a a finalist for an Eisner Award, and the recipient of the Andre Norton Award, the Mythopoeic Award and a Newbery Honor. She currently lives in New England with her husband and son in a house with a secret door.

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-Till next time!

The World We Live In

I haven’t felt like writing for many days. My heart hasn’t been in it. I could not understand what has been happening in the world around me, but then, I have just had my eyes open to the cruelty of a world that has been there all along. There has always been struggles, humanity against humanity, since the first time humans walked this earth. I only have to look around to see how we treat one another based on the look of our bodies, the hue of our skin, the strength of our beliefs; I am sickened by it.

All my life I have been an outsider. As a child, I had very few friends and even than I knew that I really couldn’t call them true ‘friends’. I played kick ball, hand ball, and enjoyed going on the monkey bars. Yet, I was asked by boys why I would ever play kickball, I was a girl (who loved pink) and seeing me there just didn’t seem right. Hand ball was even worse because I was often shoved out of line, but I stayed because I enjoyed playing, and because I knew even then that I had just as much right to play as anyone else.

As I got older, recess and playing outside was no longer something I could do. So, I would take walks on my own around the school yard after I ate. I didn’t speak much to anyone back then. The only time I spoke was in the classroom.

Now I am seen as outsider of my own family, but in truth I have always been seen that way. Every time I call my mom “Mom.” I see people look in confusion wondering how that could ever be so. All people see is the blonde hair, blue eyed, light skinned girl standing with a brown haired, brown eyed, darker skinned woman who looks too different to have a relation. What people don’t look at is the bond.

Being an outsider in these ways is not so bad. I know so many people who have it so much worse. I haven’t felt the bite of being belittled for how I look, or the pain of physical violence because of my religion, I haven’t been hurt, not really, but I can’t stand for the injustice of those who have.

For instance, while I was in high school, I was eating lunch at the tables outside with a group of people I had seen as my ‘friends’ and there was two spanish men fixing the window above where our table was. One of the boys sitting with me Began to make derogatory comments about the workers being undocumented that angered me to no end. To make matters worse, he looked at me like (because I was white) I was expected to agree. Angry, I yelled at him and I left. I couldn’t stand to continue to eat at the same table as someone who said the things he did. This was one of the first instances that made me hate my own race. How could it be that I was expected to hate a certain kind of people just because my own skin was a certain color? Why should I be expected to hate anyone? To treat anyone with hate? To verbally abuse someone for the social constraints others have placed on them? That it would be ok?

I have never cared about the race someone was born into. Race is simply what culture and people you were born into. I could have just as easily been born Chinese. I could have easily born in any other country. I could have had any kind of family. All the possibilities are endless. I do not fault anyone for the family they were born into. I do not fault anyone for what they believe in. I do not fault anyone for what gender they are or what sexual preference one has. To me, humans are humans, we all have our struggles, we all have our dreams. I am no better than anyone else. The only thing I fault people for is when they treat another with hatred. When someone acts in order to harm another and makes them feel less than dirt I feel so much anger. I want to act to combat it.

This is what I want to do with my writing. I want to use it to act. To change the way things have been originally thought. To get people to think. To inspire others to do a bit of good. I haven’t felt like writing these past few days, but I am writing now. My heart is fully invested. I may not understand why society has created the hatred and pain that it has, but I want to be a lyrical force against it. Actions may speak louder than words, but the pen is mightier than the sword and I will fight will all my might. For the people and the beauty of the world that I believe in.
Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed this post. I had written it a long time ago and I don’t know why, but I felt afraid to publish it. I hope that my story here has spoken to you in some way. It would bring my heart so much joy to feel like this has made some difference, no matter how small. 

-Till next time! 

Late Night Thoughts: Obsession

We are all obsessed with the idea of creating something new of ourselves. Never imagining that who we are now as we look into the reflective nature of our eyes might just be ok. 

We are all obsessed with the next best thing to hold on to. The next shiny thing that captures our attention till we tire and let go. 

We are all obsessed with what is different. Wishing to be different then scoring it when we detect someone or something that is too out of the box outside of ourselves. 

As human we obsess, over our worries, our fears, our troubles, and what makes us who we are. What would happen if we decided to let it all go? 

What would remain of ourselves if we decided that we were ok with just being and letting others simply be? Would we lose ourselves? Or would we gain something from it? Or would it not amount to a single thing? 

We are our obsessions, because what we think about with every breath we breathe changes how we act and how we see the light outside of us. How we chose to react to the dark. 

We are all obsessed… and I don’t know what to make of it. 

Late night thoughts. Thanks for reading! Let me know what you make of this. It’s not exactly poetry, but more of a string of thought. I am really interested to find out what kind of discussion this could create. 

-Till next time! 

Get to Know Me Tag!

A while back I was tagged by the lovely Cuppa ‘N Critiques for this unique and interesting little tag to get to know me better. My timing feels a bit ironic because I did a get to know me post to celebrate 600 followers, but still this post feels like it’s really enjoyable to write! 

Vital Stats

Name: Tiana 

Nicknames: Ti, Tia, T-T, and some random ones like: Tiguana, Iguana, among others that have randomly colored my life. I’m called by random names so often that nicknames have become a part of who I am. It’s really interesting to see how many people just randomly make of names for me I really enjoy it. 

Birthday: December 17th

Star sign: Sagittarius 

Occupation: full-time college student


Hair color: A darkish blonde

Hair length: longish, I used to have hair all the way down my back I cut it a couple years ago to shoulder length and now I’m growing it back. I miss my longer locks!

Eye Color: depending on the light, grey, blue, or a greenish color.

Best Feature: My eyes for sure! 

Braces: These things were once the bane of my existence, but they did help me emmensly so I am grateful to have had them. 

Piercings: one in each earlobe and that’s it. I want to get at least one more in each ear eventually though. 

Tattoos: I don’t have any, but in a way I like to think I’d get one one day. As much as I’ve been told not to, something about having art that represents who you are permanently expressed on your body is beautiful to me. I don’t know what I would get yet, but eventually I think I’d find the perfect thing for me to have. 

Right or Left: Righty.. 


Real Holiday: I think this means vacation so I’m gonna say the first one I remember was to Hawaii. It was beautiful, but I was with the wrong people and so I didn’t really enjoy it as much as I should have little as I was. 

Best Friend: Really and truly I don’t think I’ve ever had the experience of a real “Best Friend” As a kid I was a loner and as I got older I made friends, but whenever I moved the connection would be lost. I don’t even really like the connetation of “Best Friend” in the end I feel like it seperates people unless it’s a tried and true friendship that’s lasted over the years. Long story short, I really don’t think I have. 

Award: I have old family films that tell me that would be in first grade. I honestly have no idea what it was for, but I remember the pride I felt when I got it and searching for my God family amoung what felt like a sea of parents to my small self to share the moment with them. 

Sport: Figure Skating, although many don’t think of it as a sport it was something that was very special to me, something I had to give up in order to go to the middle school I needed to be in a few years later. 

Concert: I haven’t been to a Concert, concert, but I have gone to see the band and show that plays at Six flags. 


Tv Show(s): Doctor Who, Sherlock, American Horror Story, Three’s Company, The Big Bang Theory… etc. etc. 

Color: Tardis Blue, I love most all colors though. 

Song(s): Clarity Zedd, Shape of You Ed Sheeran, Papercut Zedd, Dovregubben Zedd, literally anything by Zedd… also anything by Melanie Martinez or Purity Ring. Plus so much more!

Restaurant: The Tamale House and El Buen Gusto… both have such amazing food!

Shop: Any book stores (including thrift stores that sell books), IKEA, Sidecca (a vintage clothing store), Journey’s, and at times Fry’s Electronics. 

Books: NOT THIS! There are too many books to love! For now I will put The Giver, Tess of the D’Ubervilles, A Northern Light, Ready Player One, anything Julie Kagawa writes, the Splintered series (despite its flaws), and many many more. 

Shoes: Anything from Journey’s really, haven’t been able to buy from there in so long! Sheds a lone tear. 


Feeling: Tired yet somehow contented, excited, and happy (but I just got half-way through ACOTAR so…) 

Single or Taken: Single as I always have been. I feel like I give off some sort of back away vibe or something… I am still happy as can be. The right time will come when it comes. 

Eating: Nothing, it’s midnight and there is no food in sight. 

Thinking About: Life, how things end up being the way they are meant to be. Plus, ACOTAR because that book is AMAZING so far!

Watching: Peaks of a Hallmark movie my mom put on, my family never sleeps. 

Wearing: A Micky Mouse pajama top and Baymax pajama pants. Disney is a love that never dies and I refuse to be ashamed. 


Want Children: I don’t really know, I’m not sure how good of a mother I would be and the responsibility scares the crap out of me, but at a much older age then 18 and a much different mindset and security I would probably be more open to it. 

Want to be Married: It would be nice to have a husband one day, but finding the right person takes time and if I never meet the one for me then I don’t think I mind being on my own. 

Careers in Mind: A writer of course! Nothing would make me happier. 

Where you Want to Live: Somewhere comfortable, a place where I’m not far from humanity and near a theme park as well as museums, art, and culture. A place where I’m never too far from new and beautiful experiences. 

Do you Believe in

God: yes I do. I don’t worship by going to church or anything like that, but I feel that his presence in my life is undeniable. I feel his guidance in my life even before I was born. I feel a deep connection with him especially in nature, it’s something that I feel so deeply that I can’t even explain it properly. 

Miracles: Yes, it truly is a miracle that I’m even sitting where I’m sitting today. 

Love at first sight: for some people yes, but for me I don’t really think so. It takes me a while to truly fall for someone (even if it’s always unrequited) 

Also, for our children I would say yes, that kind of love I think is the pitiest of all. 

Ghosts: I think that ghosts, spirits have a presence in our lives. There are too many unknowns out there for me not to at least wonder. 

Aliens: yes, too many planets and solar systems out there for us to be the only planet with life. It is a curiosity that will probably never be dated in me. 

Soul Mates: Yes, but I feel that true soulmates are the rarest form of love. My favorite way of thinking about soul mates is the red string of fate, a beautiful cord that teathers you and your soulmate by an invisible red string around your pinkies. Follow the string and you find the person your soul was meant to complete. 

Heaven: Most definitely, I even have hope that our pets meet us there as well. 

Hell: yes, sadly I believe there is one. To what it entails I could never fully imagine. 

Kissing on the First Date: Yes… If you really like the person I don’t see anything wrong with this at all.

Yourself: Sometimes, not always, but I think that’s a spot that I’ve been steadily improved upon these past few years. 

Tag, Your It!

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The Bone Season: A Mini Review 

The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon

My Rating: 5 stars! 

Publisher: Bloomsbury

Published: August 20th, 2013

Received: Thrift store find (some of the best luck I have ever had perfect unused condition too!) 

Purchase: Book Depository 

Enter the world of Paige Mahoney, a gifted clairvoyant, a “dreamwalker”, in the year 2059. Her natural talents are considered treasonous under the current regime. Snatched away to a secret prison, she encounters another race, the Rephaim, creatures who wish to control the powers of Paige and those like her. One in particular will be assigned as her keeper, her trainer. But his motives are mysterious. To regain her freedom, Paige must learn to trust, in the prison where she is meant to die.


I loved this book! It is everything I could have ever wanted it to be and so much more! This book was one that I waited so long to finally get and read and I am so estatic that I could finally have it in my hands. 

I honestly don’t have the words to describe why I love this book so much. The characters, the description, the setting, the conflict, everything, was so good to me. So much action took place in this novel and it took me on a journey that immersed since page one. 

Paige is such an awesome character to follow. She is a true leader, and she is someone I wish I could be. I loved learning about her with the dreams of her past and I loved how much you see the growth in her throughout the pages. It was all so well done!

 I also love the fact that the idea of being free for a clairvoyant is so different from the idea of freedom in America. The whole clairvoyant system is so interesting to me! I was geeking out over it every single moment a new type of clairvoyant appeared and then the rephium and their relationship with Scion and all those political details made me really estatic. 

I could go on and on about the details I loved from this book but because this is a mini review I’m just gonna stop here. 

*eternally fangirling over this book* 

Please let me know if you’ve read this book in the comments! I’m just dying to form some more coherent thoughts on this book and I’d love to speak with you about it! Thanks for reading! 

-Till next time!

A Northern Light Review 2016

A Northern Light By Jennifer Donnelly

My Rating: 5 glowing stars

Publisher: Harcourt

Published: April 1, 2003

Recieved: Trift store find

Purchase: Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Book Depository

Sixteen-year-old Mattie Gokey has big dreams but little hope of seeing them come true. Desperate for money, she takes a job at the Glenmore, where hotel guest Grace Brown entrusts her with the task of burning a secret bundle of letters. But when Grace’s drowned body is fished from the lake, Mattie discovers that the letters could reveal the grim truth behind a murder.

Set in 1906 against the backdrop of the murder that inspired Theodore Dreiser’s An American Tragedy, Jennifer Donnelly’s astonishing debut novel effortlessly weaves romance, history, and a murder mystery into something moving, and real, and wholly original.

“A Northern Light” is a book that I never expected to fall in love with. I had put off reading it for several months thinking that it wouldn’t be my cup of tea, but I took a chance on it because I had read other books from Jennifer Donnelly and loved them. I am so glad I did, this book is phenomenal. The unique way it was written and the soul of the book spoke to me. I will admit that because I was unsure of how I would feel reading this book, it took me about 30 pages or so to get into it, far longer than it should have taken, but once I was hooked, I was a goner.

There were lives in those books, and deaths. Families and friends and lovers and enemies. Joy and despair, jealousy, envy, madness, and rage. All there. I reached out and touched the cover of one called The Earth. I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.

This book is a book for the readers soul. The way Mattie describes her love of books is so true to how I feel. Her desire to be a writer, is a desire of my own. I have never related to a character as strongly as I have to Mattie. Her desire to love, read books, and write novels and poetry are the same desires I harbor in my own heart and it created a connection to this book that I haven’t felt for another in years. 

And I knew in my bones that Emily Dickinson wouldn’t have written even one poem if she’d had two howling babies, a husband bent on jamming another one into her, a house to run, a garden to tend, three cows to milk, twenty chickens to feed, and four hired hands to cook for. I knew then why they didn’t marry. Emily and Jane and Louisa. I knew and it scared me. I also knew what being lonely was and I didn’t want to be lonely my whole life. I didn’t want to give up on my words. I didn’t want to choose one over the other. Mark Twain didn’t have to. Charles Dickens didn’t.

The fear in these words spoke to me. They broke my heart. The unfairness of it all with having to choose between not wanting to be alone and chasing your dreams when others (mostly makes) before didn’t have to, is a tragedy. The way Jennifer wrote this piece is disarming, howling babies, chickens, cows, and hired hands to feed, the sheer amount of duties a women had to undertake in a marriage was and still is an incredible amount. How does one have the time to do it all and pursue a dream on top of it all? 

Go round cringing like a dog, Matt,” he said, “and folks will treat you like one. Stand up like a man, and they’ll treat you like a man.” That was fine for Weaver, but I wondered sometimes, How exactly do you stand up like a man when you’re a girl?

My favorite character after Mattie was Weaver. He was an African American that was strong and true, who loved books as much as Matt did and I loved every minute of their friendship. Their word games and easy way with one another was wonderful. I loved how Weaver never backed down from what was right even if it got him into a lot of trouble. I loved that he believed in Mattie just as much as he believed in himself and he was always there for her and she for him when need be. Their friendship was true and I don’t see that often in books. 

I also loved how Weaver wanted Mattie to pursue her dreams so badly that he was willing to be honest and tell her why she shouldn’t be with Royal, the love interest in this book that I felt wasn’t the match for Mattie. 

Royal is Mattie’s handsome neighbor that is interested only in being a farmer. I disliked how he treated Mattie, but I think the point of her romance with him is to show that no matter what others think that heart desires what it desires and it’s not for anyone to say tell you who you are meant to like. 

Thoughts on the Author’s Note: 

Jennifer’s words at the end of the novel made me smile, because she wrote this story out of grief for the death of a good soul, the soul of Grace Brown. She wanted to give Grace’s life more meaning then what was previously given and I admire Jennifer so much for that. Jennifer definitely accomplished that goal by telling her stories and creating care inside the hearts of readers. She definitely inspired me to care and that is beautiful.

Final Thoughts: 

I could go on about this book for ages, but to say more would spoil the experience. If your reading this, you probably love books, so I hope you give this one a try. If it doesn’t leave your heart soaring with your love for books, well, I don’t know of any other books themed around books that could top the feeling of this one. It is glorious, hopeful, true, and masterfully imagined. Please find it in your heart to give it a try. 

-Till next time!

I Confess…

I confess… 

1. I am wholeheartedly obsessed with books. 

I love to read books. I love to write books. I love to talk about book. I love everything and anything having to do with…Doctor W(Wrong confession) books!

2. Spoilers fall off me like a water droplet off a leaf.

I have been spoiled many a time about the ending of a book, but when I end up reading it, the spoiler becomes a forgotten daydream and the story comes together in such a different way then I imagined to the point where spoilers don’t bother me anymore.

3. I love to hate characters (more then I should)

Sometimes when I read a story I will hate a certain character with a passion, but as the story keeps going, even if I wish that character would die, I am exteremly happy they are there. Hated characters add a certain flavor to a story, even if that character was never intended to be hated. 

4. I will rarely dislike a book I have read 

A majority of the books I have read, I have loved. No matter the book, I generally look at the positives and mostly ignore the negatives as much as possible. There are a small group of books that are the exception, but generally, I think of how hard an author must have worked to write a story and in the end I just get so lost in a book that it doesn’t matter if there was a minor thing I didn’t like. 

5. I often don’t mind if a book is poorly written

This often goes for wattpad where a lot of books are written by first time authors. I will often notice a spelling or grammar mistake and read on by like I never saw it, because I am enjoying a story so much. I love the content of a story. Minimal errors don’t really bother me. 

6. I have major bookshelf envy

When I go on Instagram and I see the sheer number of bookstagramers that have amazingly large beautiful book shelves piled sky high with books, I want to cry a little from jealousy. My only solice is the fact that I have a lifetime to grow and read as many books as I could ever want. My library grows everyday. 
What bookish confessions are you willing to let out?

What story’s irk you?

What about a story makes you so excited you can’t stand it? 

What do you love about books? 

-Till next time!

October 2016 Reading Wrap-up

The month of October has been a really busy month for me. Even so, I am proud of the three books that I managed to read this month. 

Eona by Alison Goodman

Eona is the sequel to Eon a book about a girl who is pretending to be a boy in the hopes of being picked by a dragon to become a dragoneye. I highly recommend this duology. The characters, mixed with court intrigue, fantasy, and the urge to cheer for the underdog make these books ones to devour! 

Red Queen By Victoria Aveyard 

I loved this book. I wrote out my thoughts in a review linked here. I was so emotionally attached while reading. There was so many times when I wanted to scream at characters and make them go on a different path to no avail, but in the end I was thrown for a loop by the outcome. I can’t wait to get my hands on Glads Sword!

The Progeny by Tosca Lee 

This book was so, so good! I had no idea what I signed up for when I decided to pick up this book, but I am so happy I did. Tosca is an amazing author that does not disappoint. 


What books have you read this month? Let me know in the comments below!

-Till next time!