I read this with my mentor for our Advanced Fiction course, and it’s definitely far outside my wheelhouse in both content and structure. Johnson’s story follows an unnamed addict through a series of short snippets told out of order chronicling his cycle of addiction and rehabilitation. Johnson’s choice to tell this story out of order worked very well, as we get to see all the different facets of the narrator regardless of where he is in his habits, or what he’s doing. All the narration […]
“There is hope, even when your brain tells you there isn’t”
Aza Holmes doesn’t have a lot of friends, and her best friend Daisy, a gregarious and outgoing fan fiction writer, sometimes finds her a bit exhausting. This is not surprising, as Aza struggles with anxiety and OCD. When local billionaire Russell Davis Picket goes missing and there is a reward offered for news of his whereabouts, Daisy remembers that Aza knows his son. Daisy orchestrates a scenario so that Aza can reconnect with Davis, who she hasn’t seen for a few years. Aza and Davis […]
Caught out in the rain in the most dangerous Magic Tree House mission yet!
By my count, this is number 16 in my bingo journey and The Last in a Series! The Magic Treehouse series is an interesting one. Ever since I have heard about it, I wanted to read one. However, I have only read some of the non-fiction companions to the fiction stories and some of her non-Treehouse books. When the read the last in a series came up on the bingo board, I figured why not? Well, the problem is, there are series within the series! […]
Casablance, this is not
The black and white femme fatale cover and the Moroccan setting combine to inspire some old Hollywood nostalgia, but Tangerine tries to leverage that to trick you into thinking there’s a similar standard of quality in the book. I’m still grateful to Leedock’s review for setting my expectations but yikes this just wasn’t that good. To add insult to injury, Morocco is a DREAM destination for me, but to read Tangerine all you’d get is that it’s hot, humid, and crowded. There’s nothing distinct about the Moroccan […]