Review: When We Collided by Emery Lord


We are seventeen and shattered and still dancing. We have messy, throbbing hearts, and we are stronger than anyone could ever know…

Jonah never thought a girl like Vivi would come along.

Vivi didn’t know Jonah would light up her world.

Neither of them expected a summer like this…a summer that would rewrite their futures.

In an unflinching story about new love, old wounds, and forces beyond our control, two teens find that when you collide with the right person at just the right time, it will change you forever.



I honestly did not enjoy the first half of this book. The insta-love was just so jarring. I mean usually insta-love at least has one or two layers over it but this one was just right there in the open. It felt so unrealistic. I mean Vivi fell in love with Jonah within a week of knowing him. A WEEK!

I mean listen to this: “…she leaps onto me, locking her arms around my neck. she kisses me like someone with failing lungs, like her only source of oxygen is me.”

That was after two weeks! Two weeks!!

So I actually had to put this book down for a few days to finish a book for a paid review and unfortunately that book really sucked. Anyway, when I finally went back to When We Collided, I somehow found that I really liked it.

I really don’t know what happened. I guess once you passed the tragic insta love bit, everything just became okay again and it actually became so important because the book went in depth into mental illness and it was really well done.



I loved Vivi. I’m not going to spoil anything by letting you know what exactly her mental illness was but I will say that she really brightened up the book and just the world in general with her colorful imagination and her antics.

I overall just really enjoyed her character and what she symbolized. I mean I related to a lot of the things she said and felt and I found myself highlighting loads of quotes.


Jonah was a very mellow character but he had a lot of heart and depth which I really liked. I thought he was a very nice contrast to Vivi who was so much wilder then he is.

He was just this very nice dude who had a lot of crap happen in his life. Something I related to very strongly.


Overall I really enjoyed the book. It started out horribly and very rocky. I mean I downright hated the first 30% or so of the book. But once the mental illness aspect kicked in, I found that I was relating so much and I was just enjoying the whole feel and vibe of the book.

I mean it deals with a very serious illness and I think she very accurately portrayed it as well as taught readers about the symptoms and things like that.

So read this book. It’s really awesome.



Spotlight + Giveaway: The Island by S.Usher Evans

TheIsland_eBook_600x900Prince Galian is third in line to the throne, but prefers his place as a resident at the Royal Kylaen Hospital. When his father urges him to join the military to help reclaim their colony, Galian is forced to put aside his oath to Do No Harm and fight a war he does not believe in.

Across the great Madion Sea, Captain Theo Kallistrate dreams of a day when she is no longer bound by conscription to fight for her country’s independence. But when the Kylaens threaten, honor and duty call her to the front lines to fight off the oppressors.

When an air skirmish goes wrong, both Theo and Galian crash on a remote island hundreds of miles from either nation. Grievously injured, Theo must rely on Galian’s medical expertise, and Galian must rely on Theo’s survival skills, to live another day in a harsh and unforgiving terrain.

Can they put aside their differences long enough to survive? Or will the war that brought them to the island tear them apart?

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The Island Sneak Peek




“Yep,” he observed, with a smirk on his face. Up close, he was every bit as handsome as I’d seen in pictures. “You definitely got what you deserved. Shouldn’t have shot at me.”

“You shouldn’t have invaded my country.”

His eyes widened for a moment and I thought I’d finally done something to wipe that smile off his face. To my supreme annoyance, he tilted his head back and let out a throaty laugh.

“Oh, you are witty,” he said, nodding. “And technically right. But it wasn’t my decision. I was, as they say, just following orders.”

“And I was just following orders when I blew you out of the sky.”

“Aren’t we at an impasse then?” He seemed to be enjoying this conversation. He looked down at the side of my ship and read the inscription. “Theo, huh? Well, you must be a pretty high ranking pilot then. I hear the Ravens only allow you to put your name on your ship after you’ve survived plenty of battles.”

I moved out of anger, but the pain in my legs came roaring up my body. “Please let me die in peace,” I asked, unable to look at him.

“Oh, you aren’t going to die today. But it would probably be safer if I pulled you out. I don’t like the look of that fuel leak.”

He leaned into my small cabin. If I’d had half a mind, I could’ve snapped his neck, but it was hard enough just to breathe. He found my seat strap and unhooked it, then lifted me out by my arms. I couldn’t help but scream.

“Yeow, buddy,” he said, stopping. He put one hand over his ear and muttered. “You sure got a girly scream.”

“My legs are caught. Just leave me here. I’m as good as dead anyway.”

“Naw, then who am I going to talk to while I wait to get picked up?” He sounded like he was waiting for dinner. “C’mon, we can get you out of here. Just take a deep breath. One…two…”

I didn’t hear him count to three as he yanked my legs out of the mess and I screamed again, the pain so bad I almost lost consciousness. But, blessedly, it subsided, and the next thing I knew, he was laying me on the ground.

“There, now, Theo of Raven, let’s take a look at you,” he said, taking my helmet off.



Theo was a girl.

A pretty girl.

I’d always thought Raven women were more interesting looking than Kylaen women—with their olive skin and black hair, they seemed to draw my attention. And this girl, something about her made my head spin.

Even with her mangled, bloody legs.

They were a sight: dark red staining her gray jumpsuit.

“Thank you, Dr. Maitland,” I said, cracking open the bag he’d given me and sliding on the pair of latex gloves.

She murmured something. The amount of blood she’d lost was a real concern, and she was most likely concussed. I would worry about the head injury later; it wouldn’t matter much if she died from blood loss.

“What are you doing?” she croaked.

“Pardon the invasion of privacy,” I said, flashing her my trademark smile.

I unzipped her jumpsuit and pulled it down, exposing a white bra and underwear and nothing else. Immediately, her skin puckered with goosebumps as I tossed away the soaked dark gray suit.

“Are you still with me, Theo?”

She blinked, but didn’t respond.

“Okay, I’m going to examine you now,” I said, leaning over her bare legs. I pressed my hands to her hips, and she reacted, swiftly, sitting up so fast she nearly whacked her forehead to mine.

“Get your filthy hands off of me,” she hissed, her breath touching my face.

About the Author

View More: Usher Evans is an author, blogger, and witty banter aficionado. Born in Pensacola, Florida, she left the sleepy town behind for the fast-paced world of Washington, D.C.. There, she somehow landed jobs with BBC, Discovery Channel, and National Geographic Television before finally settling into a “real job” as an IT consultant. After a quarter life crisis at age 27, she decided consulting was for the birds and rekindled a childhood passion for writing novels. She sold everything she owned and moved back to Pensacola, where she currently resides with her two dogs, Zoe and Mr. Biscuit.

Evans is the author of the Razia series, Madion War Trilogy, and Empath, published by Sun’s Golden Ray Publishing.

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Guest Post: Andrew Joyce & Danny

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It is 1896 in the Yukon Territory, Canada. The largest gold strike in the annals of human history has just been made; however, word of the discovery will not reach the outside world for another year.

By happenstance, a fifty-nine-year-old Huck Finn and his lady friend, Molly Lee, are on hand, but they are not interested in gold. They have come to that neck of the woods seeking adventure.

Someone should have warned them, “Be careful what you wish for.”

When disaster strikes, they volunteer to save the day by making an arduous six hundred mile journey by dog sled in the depths of a Yukon winter. They race against time, nature, and man. With the temperature hovering around seventy degrees below zero, they must fight every day if they are to live to see the next.

On the frozen trail, they are put upon by murderers, hungry wolves, and hostile Indians, but those adversaries have nothing over the weather. At seventy below, your spit freezes a foot from your face. Your cheeks burn—your skin turns purple and black as it dies from the cold. You are in constant danger of losing fingers and toes to frostbite.

It is into this world that Huck and Molly race.

They cannot stop. They cannot turn back. They can only go on. Lives hang in the balance—including theirs.

My name is Andrew Joyce and I write books for a living. Camillia has been kind enough to allow me a little space on her blog to promote my new novel RESOLUTION: Huck Finn’s Greatest Adventure. I think it’s a good book, but what do I know? Anyway, I’m kinda shy about tooting my own horn. So I think I’ll turn things over to my dog Danny—Danny the Dog—to toot it for me. So without further ado, here’s Danny.

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Andrew has interrupted my busy existence to help him out here. For a person who works with words for a living, he has very little to say in real life. He wants me to tout his book for him, but I don’t think I will. Instead, I think I’ll tell you a little about my life.

I’m Danny the Dog and I’m gonna tell you of my two recent days of misery.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning . . . I mean the very beginning.

Ever since I was a little shaver, my human has always kept me near. Before he got into the writing racket, he worked for himself. So I could always go with him on his jobs. We’ve been together thirteen years or more and I’ve gotten used to him. When I was younger, he did leave me home on occasion, but who cared? There was a cat next door that I used to watch from the window as it sat under a tree. That was fun, and it kept me occupied all day. I had a doggie door and a fenced-in yard. I was in Dog Heaven! Anyway, here’s the thing: Somewhere along the way, I got used to having Andrew around. Five years ago he stopped working and became a writer, so he’s home all the time now—he never goes out. Maybe that’s it; maybe I’ve got used to having him around. But whatever it is, I like it when he’s close by, but don’t tell him and don’t ask me why.

So here’s what happened. The night before last, he went out for the first time in a long time without taking me. We now live on a boat and there’s no yard for me to hang out in when he’s not there. No squirrels to chase. As he was leaving, I asked him to take me with him. I know I was barking, but he understands me. “You have to stay,” he said. I mean, is that any way to speak to man’s best friend?

Well, he was gone for only a few hours and when he came home, I wagged my tail until it almost fell off.

After that, I reckoned everything would go back to normal. But no. Andrew got up bright and early the next morning (something he never does) and after I took him for a walk, he started to leave me . . . again! I couldn’t believe it, not again. It was invidious of him to say the least. And I let Andrew know it in no uncertain terms. Well, it didn’t matter what I said; he left me alone anyway. And this time he was gone all day.

I was unhappy and kind of lonely. So I got up on the chair where he sits when he writes, and spent the day there waiting for him to come home.

When Andrew finally came in, I cried a little bit (the first time in my life). But I’ve got to hand it to the old guy. When he saw how lonely I had been, he told me that he would never leave me alone again for more than a few minutes. I don’t know what minutes are, but by his voice and the way he scratched my neck, I know he loves me. So I forgave him.

That’s about it for now. Oh yeah, I almost forgot—go out and buy Andrew’s new book. He’s not a bad sort . . . not really . . . and you’d make an old man happy.

This is Andrew again. On behalf of Danny and myself, I would like to thank Camillia for having us over. It’s been a real pleasure.




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Spotlight + Giveaway: Static by Eric Laster

Welcome to Day #4 of the #STATIC Blog Tour!

To celebrate the release of #STATIC by Eric Laster (4/19/16), blogs across the web are featuring exclusive content from Eric and 10 chances to win a copy of #STATIC, as well as a chance to win a 6-in-1 Bluetooth Entertainment Center in the Grand Prize Giveaway!

with Eric Laster

How long did it take you to write #Static

This question is harder to answer than it should be. Generally, I work on several projects at once, and I often set a piece down for weeks or months at a time to gain emotional distance and be more ruthless when revising/continuing it. Partial drafts of #Static were lying around for years, but I’d guess that I spent somewhere between fifteen and twenty-four months writing it.

Did you have different ideas to start the book and then the book went somewhere else?

To be honest, I didn’t have any ideas when I started the book. I never outline. Writing, for me, is exploration, discovering where the characters of a would-be book or story want to go. The process is kind of similar to threading through a maze backwards; the further into a story I get, the choices for an ending become fewer and fewer until there is seemingly only one possible choice, much as there’s (often) only one way through a maze. Why this is so: the choices I, as author, make in the beginning and middle parts of a story determine what choices are available to me by that story’s end.

Is there something specific that you do while you are writing a book?

Do I have a routine? Sort of. I don’t generally give myself a word quota per day (as in, I have to write X words a day), though I might institute such quotas for a week or two. I write with a pencil, on unlined white paper, outside. Something about natural light and graphite coursing over the page provoke my imagination. One of the books I ghostwrote was composed entirely at the Forest Lawn cemetery in Glendale, CA.


Stop by The Fandom tomorrow for the next stop on the tour!

Blog Tour Schedule:
April 18th – The Book Cellar
April 19th – Once Upon a Twilight
April 20th – Fall Into Books
April 21st – Twenty Three Pages
April 22nd – The Fandom
April 25th — Book Briefs
April 26th – Shooting Stars Mag
April 27th – Pretty Little Memoirs
April 28th – A Belle’s Tales
April 29th – The Reader and the Chef

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When Curtis Brooks starts receiving phone calls from his older brother Wilt, who’s been dead a week, he’s sure it’s to help him find evidence that will lead to a murderer’s arrest. But Wilt claims he wasn’t murdered; his calling, meant to help him adjust, is standard protocol for newly deceased at the Aftermart—a kind of inescapable, ever-expanding Walmart filled with discontinued products.

Wilt’s death ruled a homicide, Curtis embarks on a dangerous plan to find the killer, which soon has him scheming against a billionaire and floundering toward love with his brother’s ex-girlfriend Suzy, all while struggling through high school and his single mom’s poor choices.

Why does Wilt help Curtis win over Suzy, even as he organizes a rebellion at the Aftermart? Who’d wanted him dead? Curtis risks his life to answer these questions, in the process forging a bond with his brother unlike any they’ve ever had.

A New Yorker by birth, Eric Laster lives in Los Angeles. After a successful stint as a best-selling ghostwriter, Eric re-launched under his own name with the middle-grade novel Welfy Q. Deederhoth: Meat Purveyor, World Savior.  Whenever he’s not scribing, he records punk rock and presses it to vinyl.



My Pop Funko Collection

Hi guys! So last week, I did a What’s Up Wednesday and I talked about how I managed to finally get the limited edition Sadness Pop Funko. From that, I decided that it would be cool if I showed off my (admittedly small) collection of Pop Funkos.

So I started collecting them last month and I’ve managed to amass five Funkos. I’m going to be getting more but I’m trying to control myself because while each Funko isn’t expensive, it also isn’t cheap if you know what I mean.

Anyway, I chose each figure because not only did I love their characters but because they have each meant something very special to me.  The characters all represent things in my life that I find important and so today I’m going to run you through each one.

Phoebe Buffay

You guys know that I started watching Friends in February.  I have been really enjoying that show and I am up to season 5. Chandler and Monica are celebrating their tenth month anniversary and everyone knows and I ship them so much. I can’t wait to see them progress in their relationship.

But I digress.

Phoebe is one of my favorite characters in the show mainly because of her airy fairy kind of personality. I feel like I am most like that. I mean I am very  gullible and I am prone to being too positive. I also think I’m quite loyal and just very much like Phoebe. I also act very similarly around my friends which is quite an interesting similarity.

Cinderella (Live-Action)

I got Cinderella for three reasons. One, I loved the live action movie. Two, this was the Funko that everyone seemed to have and I just thought she was so pretty. And lastly, I thought it was a great reminder that even in the midst of hardships, there’s always a silver lining and the good ones always win.


I have always had a mind scape that I escape to when things get to be a bit too much or when I am daydreaming. So when I found out that Sherlock called it his mind palace, I immediately started to rework my mind and essentially built myself a mansion in my head that I can escape to when I need to. I’ve had this for almost three years now and I love it. It’s also really useful for exams.

So getting Sherlock for me was a reminder of my mind  palace and of the amazing things and secrets that it holds. When I look at my Sherlock Funko, I think of how much potential I have and how much I could achieve because I am smart even though I might be a little strange like Sherlock.

Bing Bong

Bing Bong was the imaginary friend in Inside Out. When I was younger, I had imaginary friend. In fact I still personify my subconscious and talk to it a lot so you could say that I still have an imaginary friend. Okay that just sounds sad. Pretend I didn’t just say that.

Anyway, Bing Bong lives in this beautiful imaginary world that his human has created for him. A world where anything is possible. So Bing Bong to me represents my child-like imagination and it’s a reminder to me to never let go of my wild daydreams. He reminds me that anything is possible in your head and to be constantly creative and happy.


My family in particular were quite curious as to why I got Sadness instead of Joy. Even I was not sure. Eventually I decided that I got her because I wanted something to personify my sadness.

When I went through that very dark time in my life, I let my sadness swallow me. However I slowly grew to realise what true happiness is. I mean it sounds silly to say but it’s true. Only when you have hit rock bottom can you appreciate what life is like on the clouds.

Right now, I’m on the clouds. But I do have my times when I get sad and anxious and angry. So Sadness for me is a reminder that just because I’m on the clouds doesn’t mean that I can’t be sad. It’s okay to be sad sometimes but eventually everything will be okay.

So there you have it. A little tour of my current Pop Funko collection. I will be continuing to collect more and when I have a few more I’ll probably do an updated Pop Funko collection post.

Don’t forget to let me know in the comments if you have any Pop Funkos and which one your favourite is.


Review: Sixty-Seven Salamanders by Jeff Joseph


Adin Anderson lives in a small town where the stagnant flow of time is considered peace and quiet, but that isn’t good enough for him. He may not be a big believer in fate, but something bigger has to be out there for him. And the day he receives a random letter from an unlikely source may be it.


Let me just start by saying that this book is completely out of my genre and I would never in a million years have picked this up myself.


The plot of the book was good. I mean there was structure and the story line was a solid and believable one. I did feel like the book was pulling a lot from Divergent at times though and many times the pace just went a bit mental. Like sometimes it would be super fast and the next it would be really slow.

The book also seemed to be proportioned a little strangely. So let’s kick it back to primary school english classes. When writing a story, we are taught to have a beginning, a climax and a conclusion right? Okay. Well as we grew older, we realised that these sections are never distributed evenly and that some parts, like the climax, need to be longer and some parts, like the conclusion, could be shortened.

I felt like with this book, the introduction just stretched on for ages and the climax and the conclusion were just crammed into the last 10% of the book. And I’m not exaggerating. At the 90% mark of the book, they had just started the main mission in the book. 90%!



I need to say that I thought all the characters were very one-dimensional and that the female characters especially, were all literally replicas of each other. Not to mention that they somehow all had the exact same supermodel features for some reason. Like what? Excuse me? Also why did it seem like every girl had a crush on the main character Aiden??


I liked Aiden. He seemed like a pretty decent guy. He may overuse the word ‘yelled’ but he was an alright dude. It’s not his fault that every girl that crossed his path seemed to fall in love with him. It’s really not.


Noir was my favourite character. I liked how distant she was but how vulnerable she was behind her wall. In a way she reminded me a lot of myself because I know I do have pretty high walls and sometimes I can take ages to lower them to connect with people. Unfortunately, like Noir, a lot of people don’t know how to stick around and break down the walls. Oh well.


I honestly didn’t see the point of Cadence. All she did was be weird around Aiden and just get in the way. I’m sorry but I really didn’t like her

I think most of the characters had a lot of potential but they were very underdeveloped and a lot of the relationships didn’t have any closure in a way. Like three girls had a crush on Aiden and that was evident. Putting aside the juvenile way of thinking that every girl will fall head over heels in love with every guy that smiles at her, I found it weird that the relationships never came full circle.

Like we never heard how the relationships ended. Did he let them down? Which girl did he choose in the end? Why was the jealousy between two of the girls never addressed? What in the world happened???



I didn’t hate this book. Yes there were stuff that really bothered me and there were loads of unanswered questions. But it had a lot of potential and I think it was just me who was not able to appreciate that.

I know it’s not politically right to say this but when have I ever been politically correct eh? Anyway, I think it is a very boy book. Like I feel like guys would really like it because of the fighting and the perspectives and stuff.

I mean the story had a lot of potential and that’s why I can’t bring myself to completely diss it. So yeah. Give this book a go if you like fighting and action but don’t expect much from it in terms of content and depth.

*A copy of this book was given to me to read and review by the author however all opinions are my own*



Review: The Time Keeper by Mitch Albom


In this fable, the first man on earth to count the hours becomes Father Time.

The inventor of the world’s first clock is punished for trying to measure God’s greatest gift. He is banished to a cave for centuries and forced to listen to the voices of all who come after him seeking more days, more years. Eventually, with his soul nearly broken, Father Time is granted his freedom, along with a magical hourglass and a mission: a chance to redeem himself by teaching two earthly people the true meaning of time.

He returns to our world – now dominated by the hour-counting he so innocently began – and commences a journey with two unlikely partners: one a teenage girl who is about to give up on life, the other a wealthy old businessman who wants to live forever. To save himself, he must save them both. And stop the world to do so.


This book has been on my TBR for the longest time but recently, one of my friends (that term is used loosely here because I have yet to forgive him for this crime) went through my Kindle library, saw The Time Keeper and proceeded to spoil the entire book for me. And he didn’t just spoil it a little. He spoiled it a lot. So I decided that since it was a short and highly raved about book, I might as well just read it and move on. So here we go.


The story flowed very well. It did jump years very frequently in the beginning but I think that added to the beauty of the entire novel. I  thought the way everything just flowed together was so wonderful and perfect. The story was believable and just so beautiful.


Sarah Lemon

Sarah was a  very lovely character that I actually related to a lot. She was in love with the popular boy who just so happened to be a complete and utter piece of trash. I loved her character and I thought that she was someone that many girls can relate to. I mean everyone has had a crush on the popular boy. That’s just like a thing that everyone goes through right? It’s a rite of passage. Anyway, I just felt so bad for her. I mean I’ve experienced every single emotion she felt over the course of this book and I can tell you that it really sucks. So props to Mitch for being able to capture the essence of every teenage girl’s struggle even though he is clearly niether female nor a teenager.

Victor Delmonte

I didn’t want to like Victor. I mean girls have to stick together right? And the way he treated Grace was just so awful. But for some reason, he wormed his way into my heart by the end of the novel. I mean we all want to live forever. We all want to be immortal. No one wants to have to grow old and die. So even though I hated him for most of the novel, Victor in the end turned out to be an excellent character who I thought was very well developed even in the short time that he was given.


I really enjoyed this book. It was such a beautiful read and it really made me think about time in a whole new way. There were many beautiful things that I could quote and say but in essence, you just really need to read this book. I don’t care how old or young you are. I don’t care what genre you are used to. Just read this book. It’s beautiful and it will make you cry and think and appreciate every little thing in your life.



What’s Up Wednesday?

Hey guys! Here’s a little mid-week post for you even though I know I don’t usually post on Wednesdays. I just had some real life stuff that I wanted to just write about and get off my chest. Also you guys seem to really like it when I talk about myself which is weird because I’m honestly not that interesting. So let’s get to it.



For some reason, I’ve been having nightmares every single night this week and last week. I have no idea why. I haven’t been watching or reading anything particularly disturbing and I’ve been going to bed at a really good time. Yet somehow, at 4am, I’ll always find myself tossing so much that I wake myself up.

You know how sometimes when you are in a dream, you kind of know that you are in a dream but you mostly think that this is real life and you are kind of straddling both realities? Yeah. That’s been every night except worse because I’m either being chased, I’m running away from something, there’s fire, there’s spiders, there are dark shadows lurking and there are unfinished houses in the pitch black night.

It’s been quite a week and because of that, I’ve just been so incredibly exhausted. Even though I’m getting 8 hours, I still wake up feeling like I’ve been hit by a bus. Honestly it’s not been great. If any of you can explain what is happening to me, please do.

The High Strung Preview


On Monday, I got the opportunity to attend the preview  of High Strung which is a new movie that comes out on the 14th of April. It’s very much like Step Up if I’m being honest and it’s very predictable and insta-lovey but it’s good. The music and dancing is spectacular so you should check it out.

Anyway, at the preview, something happened that completely ruined my evening. I tried to say hi to a schoolmate and she completely treated me like a parasite. It was a very rude shock and after that I just couldn’t really relax. I just felt so horrible. I don’t know what prompted her to act like that but it ruined my evening and that’s that.  I’m trying to forget that it happened but it’s so hard. It feels like the whole incident has just been burned into my brain. This is why I don’t want to go back to school after my internship. No one seems to understand how toxic the environment is to me.

My Internship


My internship is continuing to be amazing. I’m having so much fun and going to work just makes me so happy. If I’m being completely honest, being at work is better then being at home right now. I’m not going to paint you a beautiful picture of my life. Home life is rocky right now and I have a lot of anger building up. I don’t know. Being at work means that I have an excuse to ignore a lot of what is happening and I guess that makes me feel better in a way.

As I mentioned in my internship update, we use Windows computers at work. That means that I have quite few distractions. And without distractions, I learnt that I can really write fast. I’ve managed to submit my articles weeks in advance simply because I don’t have much distractions and because of that, I think my editors are quite pleased which is all I want.

I’m also really enjoying the people I’m working with. They make work fun. If you want to check out some of what I have been writing, you can do that on Youth.SG.

Blog Life


I wasn’t sure if I should mention this or not but I thought that this whole post was rather depressing so I really should mention that my life isn’t completely bad and a few things have happened that have really made me feel like flying. So I’m not bragging but I wanted to say that I have been getting so many emails from the book world recently and it’s just made me feel like what I’m doing is more then just a hobby and it’s made me so incredibly happy.

Most notably, on Monday, #TheLibraryProject was launched. I’m so proud to have been the one who got together the team of bloggers that made this possible. It’s one of the greatest things that I think I’ve been able to do in nearly 2 years of blogging and I couldn’t be more happy.

Pop Funko Addition

On Sunday, I finally got Sadness. I’ve been looking for the Sadness Pop Funko for ages and because she’s apparently limited edition, she was a tough one to get but thankfully I found it in SimplyToys and now the little cutie resides on my shelf.

I might be doing a Pop Funko collection post in the near future because each of my Funkos were got very specially and only because they each had a story behind them so I won’t elaborate on Sadness right now.

So there you go. A little mid-week update on my life. I’m sorry that it’s mostly depressing stuff but I’ve lately felt very stuck in the middle. Like part of me is sad about life and the other part is ridiculously happy. So I really don’t know. I need to get over this and stop being an idiot.



Spotlight: Perfect Weddings by Lynda Renham


Every bride wants a perfect wedding and that includes Georgina Winters. Amy Perfect is the crème de la crème of wedding planners so who best to plan Georgina s wedding… except the man Georgina plans to marry is the same man who jilted Amy three years ago. Will her plan to give Georgina the most imperfect wedding backfire on her? Is this the chance for Amy to win back the love of her life, or will insufferable Ben Garret put a spanner in the works? Arab princes, spoilt brides and wedding catastrophes make Perfect Weddings a page-turning romantic comedy that will keep you guessing until the very last page.

Published on: 12th April 2016



Don’t you just hate wedding jitters? Maybe you don’t. Perhaps your big day hasn’t come yet but trust me, it will. If I, Amy Fisher, can get married then anyone can. I’ve waited one year, three months and twelve days for my big day; that’s one year, three months and twelve days from the moment Greg proposed to me in the Little Chef. Yes I know, it isn’t the most romantic of places, but it was Valentine’s Day, so that makes everything all right. Although, to be strictly honest, it was me that proposed to him, but I am sure Greg would have done if I hadn’t got in first. You know what men are like, they just need a little push sometimes don’t they? We’d been on our way back from a Tottenham Hotspur match and stopped at the Little Chef. Did I mention that Greg likes football? Does the pope pray? Well, that’s how obsessed Greg is with football. It’s not just a game for him, it’s a religion. I think if Greg could marry Tottenham Hotspur instead of me, he would. So, there we were, tucking into our All Day Breakfast when Greg looked over his grilled tomato, gazed into my eyes, and said,

‘You’re the perfect girl for me.’

His words had sent a tingle down my spine. We’d been together for nine months and I just knew Greg was my Mr Right. I loved everything about him from his receding hairline to his bouncy walk. So, while still buzzing from our Tottenham Hotspur win, I asked him, right there, right then, in the Little Chef, to marry me. He looked so handsome in his Tottenham shirt that I just couldn’t help myself. There was a heart stopping moment when he hesitated, but then he said yes. That was one year, three months and twelve days ago. The time has flown by in a flurry of wedding magazines, dress fittings, reception venues, guest lists, seating plans, wedding cakes and of course football. And now the day is here. My stomach gurgles with excitement and mum fumbles in her bag for the Windeze.

‘Maybe pop a couple.’ she suggests. ‘Better safe than sorry, after all, we want a packed church don’t we?’

I glance at a box of Thorntons chocolates that sit on the dressing table. One white chocolate truffle won’t do any harm will it?

‘I’m hungry,’ I say. ‘I didn’t have breakfast.’

‘How can you think about food today of all days?’ scolds mum.

I’m not thinking about food, I’m just thinking about chocolate. I’ve never been so nervous in my life and chocolate is the answer to all ills isn’t it?

‘Just one,’ I say. ‘One won’t hurt, will it?’

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