Monday, February 26, 2018

A Wrinkle In Time Blog Tour


Hey, all! Today I'll be sharing with you guys some of my favorite quotes from A WRINKLE IN TIME. For the past week, my little assistant (my Mrs. Whatsit if you will) and I have been reading a chapter a night (sometimes more, sometimes less- all depending on her attention span). This is one of my all time favorite novels, and it feels like a blast from the past. I love that we're able to have these moments together and showing her how books can take her to a whole other universe. Granted, sometimes we have to switch over to one of her Touchy-Feely books, but she mostly listens and takes it all in.

As you can see, she very much is a bibliophile in the making:


“Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit”

“If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy.”

“Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point. French. Pascal. The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing.”

“Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.”

“It seemed to travel with her, to sweep her aloft in the power of song, so that she was moving in glory among the stars, and for a moment she, too, felt that the words Darkness and Light had no meaning, and only this melody was real.”

“A book, too, can be a star, “explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly,” a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.”



"It was a dark and stormy night; Meg Murry, her small brother Charles Wallace, and her mother had come down to the kitchen for a midnight snack when they were upset by the arrival of a most disturbing stranger.

"Wild nights are my glory," the unearthly stranger told them. "I just got caught in a downdraft and blown off course. Let me be on my way. Speaking of way, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract".

Meg's father had been experimenting with this fifth dimension of time travel when he mysteriously disappeared. Now the time has come for Meg, her friend Calvin, and Charles Wallace to rescue him. But can they outwit the forces of evil they will encounter on their heart-stopping journey through space?"


If you haven't yet, be sure to snag a copy and check out A WRINKLE IN TIME. The movie comes out soon, so you'll want to be prepared for all of the epic adventures!

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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Blog Tour: This Heart of Mine Excerpt



Hey, all! I'm excited to share with you guys an excerpt from THIS HEART OF MINE. It's a fantastic read with an interesting set of characters and so much heart. I don't want to keep you guys waiting, so without further ado...


One month earlier
April 13th



“You lucky bitch!” I drop back down on my pink bedspread,
phone to ear, knowing Brandy is dancing on cloud nine and I’m
dancing with her. I glance at the door to make sure Mom isn’t
hovering and about to freak over my language. Again.
She isn’t there.

Lately, I can’t seem to control what comes out of my mouth.
Mom blames it on too much daytime who’s-the-baby-daddy
television. She could be right. But hey, a girl’s gotta have some
fun.

“Where he’s taking you?” I ask.

“Pablo’s Pizza.” Brandy’s tone lost the oh-God shriek quality.

“Why . . . why don’t you come with us?”

“On your date? Are you freaking nuts?”

“You go to the doctor’s office, you could—”

“No. That’s hell no!” I even hate going to the doctor’s office.
If people stare long enough they see the tube. But this isn’t even
about me. “I’d die before I get between you—”

“Don’t say that!” Brandy’s emotional reprimand rings too
loud. Too painful.

“It’s just a figure of speech,” I say, but in so many ways it’s
not. I’m dying. I’ve accepted that. The people in my life haven’t.
So, for them, I pretend. Or try to.

“But if you—”

“Stop. I’m not going.”

There’s a gulp of silence. That’s when I realize my “lucky
bitch” comment brought on the pity invite. Brandy’s worried
I’m jealous. And okay, maybe I am, a little. But my grandmother
used to say it was okay to see someone in a beautiful red dress
and think, I want a dress like hers. But it wasn’t okay to think,
I want a dress like hers and I want her to have a wart on her
nose.

I don’t wish Brandy warts. She’s had the hots for Brian for
years. She deserves Brian.

Do I deserve something besides the lousy card fate dealt to
me? Hell yeah. But what am I going to do? Cry? I tried that. I’ve
moved on.

Now I’ve got my bucket list. And my books.

The books are part of my bucket list. I want to read a hundred.
At least a hundred. I started counting after I got out of
the hospital the first time I survived an infection from my artificial
heart. I’m at book twenty-eight now. I won’t mention how
many of them were romance novels.

“Leah,” Brandy starts in again.

The chime of the doorbell has me glancing at the pink clock
on my bedside table.

It’s study time. Algebra. I hate it. But I kind of like hating
it. Because I hated it before I got sick. Hating the same things
as before makes me feel more like the old me.

“Gotta go. Ms. Strong is here.” I bounce my heels on the
bed. The beaks on my Donald Duck slippers bob up and down.
Lately, I’ve been into cartoon-character slippers. They make
my feet look happy. Mom’s bought me three pairs: Mickey,
Donald, and Dumbo.

“But—” Brandy tries again.

“No. But you’re gonna tell me everything. All the sexy
details. How good he kisses. How good he smells. How many
times you catch him staring at your boobs.”

Yep, I’m jealous all right. But I’m not a heartless bitch. Well,
maybe I am. Heartless, really heartless, but not so much a bitch.
I carry an artificial heart around in a backpack. It’s keeping me
alive.

“I always tell you everything,” Brandy says.

No, but you used to. I stare up at my whirling polka-dot ceiling
fan. Even Brandy’s walking on eggshells, scared she’ll say
something to remind me that I got a raw deal, something that
will make me feel sorry for myself. I’m done doing that. But I
hate hearing that crunch as people tiptoe around the truth.

“Leah.” Mom calls me.

“Gotta go.” I hang up, grab my heart, and get ready to face
algebra.

I really hate it, but it’s number one on my bucket list—my
last hurrah. Well, not algebra, but graduating high school. And
I don’t want a diploma handed to me. I want to earn it.
I spot Mom standing in the entrance of the dining room
turned study. She’s rubbing her palms over her hips. A nervous
habit, though I have no idea what’s got her jittery now. I survived
the last infection and the one before that. She hears
my footsteps, looks at me. Her brow puckers—another sign of
serious mama fret.

I stop. Why’s she so nervous? “What?”

“Ms. Strong couldn’t make it.” She’s rushes off faster than
her hurried words.

I hear someone shuffling in the dining room. I’m leery. Hesitant.
I move in. My Donald Duck slippers skid to a quick stop
when I see the dark-haired boy at the table.
“Shit.” I suck my lips into my mouth in hopes I didn’t say it
loud enough for him to hear.

He grins. He heard me. That smile is as good as the ones I
read about in romance novels. Smiles described as crooked,
mind-stopping, or coming with a melt-me-now quality. I swear
my artificial heart skips two beats.

He’s one of the Kenner twins, either Eric or Matt, the two
hottest boys in school. I used to be able to tell them apart, but
now I’m not sure of anything. If I combed my hair today. If I
brushed my teeth. If I have on a bra?

I close my mouth, run my tongue over my fuzzy-feeling
teeth, trying to quietly suck them clean.

Glancing down, away from his eyes, I rock back and forth
on my heels, my Donald Ducks’ bills rocking with me. Should
I run back to my room? But how pathetic will I look then? And
if I do, he’ll leave. Lifting my gaze, I realize I’m not sure I want
him to go. I kinda like looking at him.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” I mimic and realize I’m hiding the backpack behind
my leg. I give my bright red tank top a tug down to cover the
tube that extends from the backpack and pokes into me under
my left ribcage. A hole that kinda looks like a second belly button.

Yup, I’m hiding the very thing that’s keeping me alive.
“Ms. Strong couldn’t make it,” he says as if reading my
mood and realizing he needs to justify his being here. “She
asked me to sub.”

“For how many extra credit points?” I wait for him to tell
me he did it just out of kindness. And, if true, it would mean
he did it out of pity. I’m not sure I’d enjoy looking at him
anymore. I’d rather be someone’s means to a better grade.
Brandy told me that everyone in school knows about my dead
heart.

“Fifteen. I got lazy and didn’t turn in some homework.
You’ll pump me up to a B.”

“You should have held out for twenty.”

He smiles again. “I don’t think it was negotiable.”

Moving in, I try to guess which twin he is. I try to figure
out how to ask, but everything I think of sounds lame. Let him
be Matt.

I had a thing for Matt since seventh grade. It might have
been wishful thinking, but in tenth grade I thought he liked me
too. Not that it ever went anywhere. He was football, I was book
club. He was popular, I was . . . not. Then I started dating Trent.
A guy in book club. A guy I let off the hook as soon as I found
out my heart was dying.

“Your books?” he asks.

I don’t understand the question, until I see he’s pointing to
my backpack.

Crap! I freak a little. I have several pat answers in my head
that I came up with when Mom, afraid I was turning into an
agoraphobe, insisted I get out of the house. But I can’t remember
them. The silence reeks of awkwardness.

So I go with the truth. “No. It’s my . . . heart.”

“Shit.” He spills my favorite word.

I laugh.

His eyes meet mine and he smiles again. Yup, it’s kinda
crooked. My mind’s not working. And I’m melting.
“Oh, you’re joking,” he says. “Right?”

I nod yes then shake my head no as if I don’t know the
answer.

His smile fades like a light on a dimmer switch. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”

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A new heart saved her life—but will it help her find out what really happened to its donor?

Seventeen-year-old Leah MacKenzie is heartless. An artificial heart in a backpack is keeping her alive. However, this route only offers her a few years. And with her rare blood type, a transplant isn’t likely. Living like you are dying isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. But when a heart becomes available, she’s given a second chance at life. Except Leah discovers who the donor was — a boy from her school — and they’re saying he killed himself. Plagued with dreams since the transplant, she realizes she may hold the clues to what really happened.

Matt refuses to believe his twin killed himself. When Leah seeks him out, he learns they are both having similar dreams and he’s certain it means something. While unraveling the secrets of his brother’s final moments, Leah and Matt find each other, and a love they are terrified to lose. But life and even new hearts don’t come with guarantees. Who knew living, took more courage than dying?



About the Author

C.C. HUNTER is a pseudonym for award-winning romance author Christie Craig. She is lives in Tomball, Texas, where she’s at work on her next novel




Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Review: The Beauty That Remains


Title: The Beauty That Remains
Author: Ashley Woodfolk
Expected publication: March 6th 2018 by Delacorte Press
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"Music brought Autumn, Shay, and Logan together. Death wants to tear them apart.

Autumn always knew exactly who she was—a talented artist and a loyal friend. Shay was defined by two things: her bond with her twin sister, Sasha, and her love of music. And Logan always turned to writing love songs when his love life was a little less than perfect.

But when tragedy strikes each of them, somehow music is no longer enough. Now Logan can’t stop watching vlogs of his dead ex-boyfriend. Shay is a music blogger struggling to keep it together. And Autumn sends messages that she knows can never be answered.

Each of them wonders: How different would my life be if this hadn’t happened? And now that it has . . . what’s next? "

Thoughts: What originally drew me to this novel was (if I'm being honest) the title. After reading the summary, I had high hopes that this was one of those beautifully written novels with so much depth that it took my breath away. Well, I must confess...

It most certainly did.

THE BEAUTY THAT REMAINS deals with many issues both children, teenagers, and adults alike face today. Diversity, depression, suicide, substance abuse, and the struggles of coping with loss - All of these are very real, and this is all the more reason to help others (especially our youth) understand that hey, it's okay to be different. It's okay to ask for help, and it's okay to feel the way you do.


Autumn has lost her best friend Tavia and doesn't know how to cope. She emails Tavia everyday even though deep down she knows Octavia will never receive them. Shay is part of a twosome, a twin who has recently loss the other half of her to leukemia. Being part of a set, she constantly sees her sister in herself and is lost between grief and differentiating herself from who her sister was. Logan, who once shined so bright, has lost his ex-boyfriend to suicide and now struggles with alcoholism as well as so much regret for the things he wished he said.

As you can see, each one has a very different story and journey, but they all come together to find the beauty that remained (see what I did there?). It's a gorgeous, heartbreaking, tale that helps remind us what's important in life and to always, always live. Life truly is far too short, especially when it's taken away early. Fans of Gayle Forman, Adam Silvera, Morgan Matson, and David Levithan will eat this one right up.


Rating:

5 Stars