Welcome All Book Lovers

Welcome All Book Lovers

Saturday, August 24, 2019


It finally got here! Omg! My Sevro Plushie! I was so stoked to finally get one of these boxes! I didn't know about them when they did the Sarah J Maas and didn't get my Rowan Plushie or that blanket and other stuff!! I'm still crying over that! I also thought I was getting a special edition of the book but it's just the book =( I would have gotten the box only option as it was expensive. Oh well, the book can go in the trade in box as I have two other special editions of it! =) 

Now On with the Unboxing! 


Next is a Unicorn Ares Enamel Keychain =D

Next is a crazy Reaper Cosplay Snuggie! I had to take a pic of it on the deck! 

Next is a Sophocles Enamel Pin 

Next is the Character Cards 

Next is the Collector's Coin

Next is a letter from Pierce and the spoiler card. I just showed the art for y'all 

Next is a Howler's Air Freshener 

Next is a Scythe Iron On Patch

Next is a Son's Of Ares Wall Hanging

Next is a Satin Double-Sided Booksleeve! OMG! Y'all know which side I love the most but it's freaking awesome either way! I will show both sides

Next is a Car Coaster Set 

Next is a Power Bank! I have no idea what this is so someone please tell me! 

And last we have two stick of Darrow! One as a Red and one as a Gold! 

I hope you guys enjoyed! This was so much fun! 


Mel ♥

Friday, August 23, 2019

Fairyloot August Unboxing

Here we are with all the goodies from the August Fairyloot Box! It's awesome! I hope y'all enjoy! 

First up we have a pocket mirror inspired by The Lord of the Rings! 

Next we have this freaking awesome Lunar Cutlery Set! It's so pretty! They have their own sack inside of a box type thing. We have chopsticks, a fork, and a spoon in the container =) It also features some quotes from The Lunar Chronicles 

Next we have a double-sided Ember In The Ashes Pillowcase. I will show both sides! 

Then we have a cool Mistborn Metal Bookmark!

Then we have 3 different hair scrunches that are based the Graceling Realm Series

Next we have a freaking wonderful smelling candle inspired by Stalking Jack The Ripper 

We have some beautiful artwork that is the spoiler card, the bookmark is actually in the book picture! 

We have a double-sided Merciful Crow zipper pouch! 

The two Harry Potter inspired Tarot Cards 

And finally the Book ~ The Merciful Crow ~ Signed edition, with author letter! With Artwork on the back of the dust jacket!

Happy Reading! 

Mel ♥

Friday, August 16, 2019

Owlcrate August Unboxing

It's that time AGAIN! Here is my August Owlcrate Unboxing. There were a couple of things I'm giving to a friend that I don't use but overall, I love the the box and I can't wait for the next one as we are getting an extra book =) Enjoy 

First up we have bath salts inspired by The Little Mermaid. I usually give all bath products and teas or coffee away, but I might keep this one just to smell it from time to time. It smells really good! 

Next we have a beautiful wooden tassel bookmark inspired by Daughter of the Pirate King. It also came with a beautiful moon bookmark too! 

Next is a beautiful little tea light candle lantern! I just love it! 

Next is a tin pencil case inspired by The Scorpio Races and designed by Stella Bookish Art whom I love! It has a double layer to it. So I will show the two pictures! 

Next is some Sea Witch looseleaftea from Riddle's Tea Shoppe. 

This month's enamel pin and inspired by the books family crest. 

And the book, House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig. The book is signed, we have the letter and a bookmark =) 

I hope you guys enjoyed this unboxing and I thank you for looking =) 

Mel ♥

Monday, August 12, 2019

Shout by Laurie Halse Anderson

A searing poetic memoir and call to action from the bestselling and award-winning author of Speak, Laurie Halse Anderson!

Bestselling author Laurie Halse Anderson is known for the unflinching way she writes about, and advocates for, survivors of sexual assault. Now, inspired by her fans and enraged by how little in our culture has changed since her groundbreaking novel Speak was first published twenty years ago, she has written a poetry memoir that is as vulnerable as it is rallying, as timely as it is timeless. In free verse, Anderson shares reflections, rants, and calls to action woven between deeply personal stories from her life that she's never written about before. Searing and soul-searching, this important memoir is a denouncement of our society's failures and a love letter to all the people with the courage to say #metoo and #timesup, whether aloud, online, or only in their own hearts. Shout speaks truth to power in a loud, clear voice-- and once you hear it, it is impossible to ignore.

 I love this author. Speak is one of my favorite movies. I love books written in verse. I'm going to add some random quotes from the book. Hold on to your bootstraps. You know I don't like to write big reviews any more.....SPOILERS AHEAD

this book smells like me
honey and strawberries
sunscreen, libraries
failures and sweat
green nights in the mountains
cold dawns by the sea

this book reeks
of my fear
of depression's black dogs howling
and the ancient shames riding
my back, their claws
buried deep

this book is yesterday's mud
dried on the dance floor
the step patterns
cautiously submitted
for your curious investigation
of what I feel like
on the inside

creator on pic

And then green August, melting-hot
days running out the bottom of the hour-
glass, school time marching
relentlessly toward the children of
summer so intent on capturing
every free minute, like flowers
to be pressed between the pages
of a book. We walked down
the hill to the creek, far away from the heat,
the trees our shade companions, the babble
of water overrunning my need to speak
we tossed pebbles into the water
everything was calm that's what I
remember the calm cuz I was safe
and happy tossing pebbles in the water
next to this tobacco-smelling boy
so when he turned to kiss
my mouth was wet with delight, I was new
to this kind of kiss and happy to play
by the creek with this boy whose handsthen
wandered fast, too fast, too far
like a flash flood overwhelming the startled
backs of a creek that never once thought
of defense, of damming or the need for a bridge
to escape
his hands, arms shoulders back
muscle sinew bone
an avalanche of force
the course predetermined one hand on my mouth
his body covering mine
I took my eyes off the rage
in his face and looked up to the green peace
of leaves fluttering above, trees witnessing
pain shame I crawled into the farthest corner
of my mind biding my time hiding surviving
by outsiding

and when he was done
using my body
he stood and zipped his jeans
lit a cigarette
and walked away.

Creators on pic

I didn't speak up
when that boy raped me, instead I scalded
myself in the shower and turned
me into the ghost of the girl
I once was, my biggest fear
being that my father,
no stranger to gaming
with the devil,
would kill that boy

and it would be my fault.

But that boy who raped me
on the rocks by the creek
got drunk and lay down
on a dark night to play
chicken with the devil
and he lost

I didn't have real friends because a friend is
someone you trust and trust never came easy after that boy
raped me. But I had people to get high with, to share sandwiches
with. Sometimes I had people to walk with in the halls. Being
mocked doesn't hurt as much when someone walks next
to you. I was grateful for my almost-friends.

creators on pic

my I'm fine! mask fit snugly
I only took it off at home,
but when I shared peanut butter chews
with those friends
sometimes I forgot I was wearing it
I studied hard to keep up with them, we listened
to each other and to the same music
we ate a lot of peanut butter chews
the slant of light in the cafeteria
illuminated possibilities

My home in Denmark taught me how to speak
again, how to reinterpret darkness and light,
strength and softness
it offered me the chance to reorient my compass
redefine my true north
and start over
(she was a foreign exchange student)

tens of thousands speak
words ruffling the surface of the sea
into whitecaps, they whisper
into the shoulder of my sweater
they mail
tweet, cry
hand me notes
folded into shards
when no one is watching

sharing memories and befuddlement
broken dreams and sorrow
they struggle in the middle
of the ocean, storms battering
grabbing for sliced life jackets
flotsam and jetsam from downed
unfound planes, sunken ships
and other disasters

We're all born to fight
but few are ever trained,
instead they tell us
"Be nice."

Danuta's mother survived
a Nazi concentration camp
alive but scarred,
so when the Nazis marched
through her Swedish town in 1985,
Danuta hauled back
and smacked a Nazi
in the head with her purse.

It was a big purse.

She snapped, they said
couldn't take it any more
reached her breaking point

We should each our girls
that snapping is OK,
instead of waiting
for someone else to break them

the names of the charred survivors
who don't know how fucking tough
they are
in the fifth chamber
of my heart.

Their courage warms
me from the inside,
stubborn candles
this scorched