What's Next?{1}

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What's Next? Hosted by IceyBooks 

What's Next? is a weekly meme hosted by Asma at Icey Books every Thursday. Below are some books that are on my TBR (or to be read) list. Which one should I read first?

Everything has been downhill since Zoey Trask’s mother was murdered in a random mugging. Her younger brother, Ben, is on the autistic spectrum and needs constant supervision. It’s senior year, and she’s the new girl at a weird private school in Old Town Alexandria, VA, full of kids who seem too nice to be true—including a very cute boy named Pete. Aside from half-forgotten martial arts and survivalist skills that her widowed father insisted on teaching her (because that is excellent for her social life), Zoey has nothing to offer Pete or anyone else.

Then Dad is kidnapped. Zoey suddenly finds herself sole caretaker of a younger brother she barely understands. Worse, Ben seems to hold the key to their father’s disappearance in his Dream Diary, a bizarre journal of names and places Ben claims that their mother shares from beyond the grave. And as if Zoey doesn’t have enough on her plate, there’s Pete, who stubbornly refuses to leave her side.

Relying on the skills she never wanted to learn—Dad might have had his reasons after all—Zoey is plunged into a lethal battle to rescue her father, protect her brother, and determine the identity of her family’s true enemy.

SuniTwenty-two-year-old Skeeter has just returned home after graduating from Ole Miss. She may have a degree, but it is 1962, Mississippi, and her mother will not be happy till Skeeter has a ring on her finger. Skeeter would normally find solace with her beloved maid Constantine, the woman who raised her, but Constantine has disappeared and no one will tell Skeeter where she has gone.

Aibileen is a black maid, a wise, regal woman raising her seventeenth white child. Something has shifted inside her after the loss of her own son, who died while his bosses looked the other way. She is devoted to the little girl she looks after, though she knows both their hearts may be broken.

Minny, Aibileen's best friend, is short, fat, and perhaps the sassiest woman in Mississippi. She can cook like nobody's business, but she can't mind her tongue, so she's lost yet another job. Minny finally finds a position working for someone too new to town to know her reputation. But her new boss has secrets of her own.

Seemingly as different from one another as can be, these women will nonetheless come together for a clandestine project that will put them all at risk. And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.


Discoveries After being inexplicably targeted by an evil intent on harming her at any cost, seventeen-year-old Nikki finds herself under the watchful guardianship of three mysterious young men who call themselves halflings. Sworn to defend her, misfits Mace, Raven, and Vine battle to keep Nikki safe while hiding their deepest secret---and the wings that come with. A growing attraction between Nikki and two of her protectors presents a whole other danger. While she risks a broken heart, Mace and Raven could lose everything, including their souls. As the mysteries behind the boys' powers, as well as her role in their earthly mission, unfold, Nikki is faced with choices that will affect the future of an entire race of heavenly beings, as well as the precarious equilibrium of the earthly world.

Tell me what you think! Also, put the link to your What's Next? post so I can check it out.  

Breaking the Spine

Waiting on Wednesday {2}

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Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Breaking the Spine where you talk about books that you can't wait to read, but that are, unfortunately, not published yet.

In a Handful of Dust by Mindy McGinnis

Publication date: September 23, 2014
Publisher: Katherine Tegen Books

The only thing bigger than the world is fear.

Lucy’s life by the pond has always been full. She has water and friends, laughter and the love of her adoptive mother, Lynn, who has made sure that Lucy’s childhood was very different from her own. Yet it seems Lucy’s future is settled already—a house, a man, children, and a water source—and anything beyond their life by the pond is beyond reach.

When disease burns through their community, the once life-saving water of the pond might be the source of what’s killing them now. Rumors of desalinization plants in California have lingered in Lynn’s mind, and the prospect of a “normal” life for Lucy sets the two of them on an epic journey west to face new dangers: hunger, mountains, deserts, betrayal, and the perils of a world so vast that Lucy fears she could be lost forever, only to disappear in a handful of dust.

In this companion to
Not a Drop to Drink, Mindy McGinnis thrillingly combines the heart-swelling hope of a journey, the challenges of establishing your own place in the world, and the gripping physical danger of nature in a futuristic frontier.

I know that all of my WoWs so far have been parts of series (and not the first books either). Sorry, but... I'm waiting on a lot of series continuations. I'm serious. I've got a gazillion.

I can't wait to read this book because I loved the characters in Not a Drop to Drink. I liked Lynn way more than I expected to. And the thing is, because of the ages and stuff, Lynn will be grown up but still young (like mid-twenties) and Lucy will be a teenager, at least I think so, which is great! I'm also really curious as to what was so bad that it made Lynn okay with traveling to California because she was very against it before.

I'm also hoping that Lynn finds a guy to be with. Eh, I know, I'm a romanticist. But she deserves it.  


A Girl Betrayed (Or Something I've Written)

7:14 PM

I have ten followers!! Woohoo! I am so excited because I never thought that I would be able to get any followers. You guys are the best.

I was going to post about my experiences with make-up because I just started learning how to use it a little while ago (I'm eighteen...yeah, I know.), but I'm not really in the mood right now and it seems a little boring. Talk to me, girl readers. Would you like to read about my adventures in the make-up area?

In celebration of the ten followers, I am going to post a short story that I wrote and that I talked about here. You can also read the summary of it on "My Works-in-Progress" page.

It might be a little confusing as it sort of jumps into a scene without any background. So to get rid of confusion, the main character is late teens to early twenties and has a daughter. She had her daughter with a guy who betrayed her trust because of his loyalty to a certain liberal organization (that's as specific as I can get right now because I haven't thought out much). She meets the guy again in this short story. Feel free to comment on what you like or don't like about it, though I would like it if you were nice. Because I'll give you chocolate. I still want honesty though. :D


© 2014, Skylar Finn
Title: I Remember (working title)
Word Count: 1,140

(Note: This is completely unedited)

“Baby, what are you doing?” I smile at Lyla and tousle her hair.

“Outside, Mama!” My two-year-old angel looks up at me, her forehead wrinkled with concentration. She still struggles with her sentence.

I sigh.  The sound of the bombs and the bullets hasn’t stopped for days. The terrified faces of the refugees around me are a reflection of what I’m feeling, but I can’t let Lyla see how scared I am. “Lyla, we can’t go outside. Bad people might hurt you and Mama doesn’t want anything to happen to you.”

Lyla trots over to our locker on the opposite side of the room. Everyone pulls their feet out of her way as she goes. She doesn’t talk to anyone. She’s very shy. I close my eyes and breathe slowly. How did I get myself into this mess? 

Right. I didn’t.

This was where trusting an idiotic fool had got me. He’d said we were doing the right thing. Now I wasn’t sure if he had said that so I wouldn’t report him for being crazy or report him for destroying the whole embassy’s food supply.

Not for the first time, I clench my jaw and wish that I had never met Logan Sheffield.


“Yes, babe?” I look up and smile. Lyla’s chubby face is red from the humidity.

“I want Daddy’s things.” Lyla gives me some crumpled pieces of clothing. I sigh mentally. I had told Lyla about Logan from the moment I knew she could understand me. I don’t know why. I just, I just felt like a girl should know her dad. And I had shown her some of the things Logan had given to me for her.

A pair of light pink socks with lacy frills. A little jean jacket.

“What do you mean, Lyla?” I carefully smooth out the wrinkles.

She tugs at the socks. “Mama help me with clothes.”

“You wanna wear them?” I brush back a piece of her honey brown hair and watch her face.

She smiles and nods enthusiastically. “Yes! And go outside.”

My stubborn little girl. I grin and shake my head ruefully. I tip my head and listen to the sounds of war around us. It sounds like the fighting has moved farther off. “I guess a little fresh air won’t hurt, huh.” I hoist Lyla onto my hip. “We have to stay by the door, kay baby?”

Lyla nods solemnly.

I walk over to the door and crack it open slightly. I let my breath slowly out of my mouth so I can hear everything. It’s quiet. I look around as much as possible. The coast is clear for now. I shove the door the rest of the way open and step out of the dark room.

“Walk, Mama,” Lyla squeals quietly.

I giggle and put her down. “You know we’re going to have some serious problems when you’re a teenager. Being so demanding and all that.” I make sure to grab her hand and keep her close by.
Surprisingly, it’s sunny and the birds are singing. It’s almost normal, until I see plumes of smoke and distance cracks of thunder.

But it’s beautiful.

Lyla runs over to a lonely dandelion growing by the wall near the door. The bright yellow is a sight for sore eyes. After spending days and nights cloaked in different shades of black, color is harder to remember. She strokes the petals of the flower gently, watching it with a look of wonder in her eyes.

Almost unbidden, a smile comes to my face and I wonder how I ever lived before Lyla. Then I hear it. Something that sounds a lot like footsteps. I freeze and listen. There it is again.

“Come here, Lyla.” I pull her towards me and pick her up. She buries her head in the crook between my neck and shoulder, somehow sensing the danger too. She stays quiet. Not for the first time, I’m thankful that she’s so good.

I slowly inch farther out from the roof’s overhang. I shift Lyla around so that she’s on my back, hanging on to my shoulders. I support her with my arms and move more. When I’m a body’s length away from the wall, I see an arm raise, the hand holding a gun, and a shot rings out. I jump. Lyla whimpers. I shush her quietly. “It’s okay, Lyla. Mama’s got you.”

I hear someone grunting and the smack of fist against flesh. Someone is thrown down. They stay down, slumped on the ground. I wonder if they’re dead. In the next moment, a man comes running around the corner of the safe house. He looks horrible.

He’s tanned deeply, showing that he’s spent many days out in the harsh sun without protection. A heavy, rusted cuff is attached to each of his wrists, a length of chain hanging from each one. His face is desperate, his eyes haunted.

But that’s not what makes my mouth drop open.

It’s Logan. Logan is in front of me.

He stops as soon as he sees me and Lyla. His eyes widen. He walks slowly towards me and reaches out to touch Lyla’s arm. I can feel her shaking. His eyes are intense, locked on her.

I move back quickly and his hand touches empty air. I give him a look that warns him not to come any closer.

A look of pain flashes across his face and his shoulders slump. Somewhere, the stupid part of me that fell for him feels sorry. Sorry that he’s done things that make him hurt. Sorry that I can’t help the broken person in front of me.

Logan’s gaze flickers towards me. They’re the same brilliant blue they were before. I take a few more steps back for good measure and say calmly, “She wanted to wear the clothes you gave her.” What is he doing here?

His eyes go to the piece of denim sticking over my shoulder, covering Lyla’s tiny wrist. Then to the lace sticking up over her dirty, worn shoes.

Logan looks back at me with a dazed expression. “You told her about me,” he says wonderingly.

“Yes.” I look at the trees behind him.

There’s a moment of silence. “Piper.”

I wince and pull Lyla closer to me. I meet his gaze slowly and reluctantly. His eyes say sorry. I look away again. I hear him sigh softly, so softly I almost don’t hear it.

“Look what we got, boys,” a voice says behind me. I tense before I whirl around, keeping myself between him and Lyla. Her arms tighten around my neck. How did I not hear them?

The man is young, around Logan’s age. His face is distorted in an ugly sneer. He and several others have surrounded us in a ragged half-circle. And they have machine guns.


University Experience + Big Eighteen

10:12 PM

I am so sorry for not posting as regularly this month, guys. It's been hectic. 

The day before yesterday evening I came home from a huge two-day-long ordeal for scholarship prospects. It. was. exhausting. And my mom is horrible with directions (and I went with her) so we got lost a gazillion times. The school is three and a half hours away. That doesn't leave much room for error.

There were three major things that I had to do for Prospect weekend:

1. Participate in a group discussion, about three highly controversial topics.
2. Write an essay.
3. Participate in a group interview.

The most terrifying one was probably the group interview because the group of prospects (for the scholarship) sat at a long table across from the Honors Council. Yes. I tried to give off a confident vibe but I think I probably looked slightly sick to my stomach.

I also went to two fancy meals at the college. I learned many things. One of them is that it's hard to make small talk. Or answer one of the current college students' questions when I have just taken a huge bite of chicken.

And walking in heels is torture if a) you spent the day before walking all over campus and other places, including lots of stairs, and you're already sore and b) the heels are taller than any you've worn ever. My legs were screaming. You can't say I didn't put in the effort to look "professional"

It would have been nice if I could do this.

But I felt more like this. (I didn't fall though. *fist pump*)

On a side note, all former blog schedules have been thrown away because of the college I had to go to, so something you can expect in the future is a post on my adventures in applying make up. It's hard.

Also, yesterday was my birthday! I turned eighteen. I am now officially an adult (I don't feel like one. I don't look like one either). I didn't celebrate my birthday on time (the day before yesterday) because I was on the road aka coming home from the college program. 

I haven't gotten all my birthday presents yet because my sister's are coming by mail which she constantly reminds me of to annoy me. She always talks about her presents a lot and how she knows I'm going to love them and how she can't wait to see my face when I get them. All this before I actually even see the wrapped presents. Urgh. Frustration. 

Can you really blame me? I mean, come one, they're presents. I'm also graduating in the spring so some people are combining their birthday and graduation presents so the graduation present will be bigger. That works too ;)

I got ten dollars from my dad to spend at a used-books store. I can't show it to you because I already spent it. Oops. Besides looking at money is boring, so I'll show you the books I got with it. 

I got a beautiful necklace with a purple heart (purple's the color of my birthstone) from my mom and my dad. 

I got a phone call from my aunt and uncle who live many states away (states as in America).

I got some money, a card, and Herbal Essences body wash from my grandmother. Woop woop! :D

I got a huge reading assignment from my sociology professor.... I'm joking. But I do have a huge reading assignment. 

We ate out for my birthday at a local Italian restaurant that makes delicious food. I always drink a lot of water though because it's salty (in a good way). Fun Fact: My mom has the same birthday as me. 

Is your mouth watering yet?

Unfortunately we had to share the chocolate cake we got with the other humans. 

My mom, dad, sister, brother, and grandmother all got to eat this.
A photo of me! :)
 Yay! A post with photos and GIFs. I'm on a roll.


Let's Discuss "Shatter Me"

9:59 PM

Woop woop! I have finally, lovelies, read Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi. Almost everyone but me has read it and raved about it, and I finally get to add my voice to the total chaos. :D This isn't going to be a review. It's just going to be a list of things I like about Shatter Me and things I don't like about Shatter Me.


You can thank me later. Really. I don't mind.

Shatter Me (Shatter Me, #1) 

Things I Did Like: 
1. The writing style was amazing for the most part. The way Mafi portrayed Juliette's partial insanity was amazing. I loved the crossed out sentences, the halting sentence fragments, and even the repetition most of the time. 
2. HER POWERS ARE AMAZING. She can legit punch through a steel door, guys. Oh, and she kicked it a little.
3. I love the cover. Yes, that is a part of this list. 
4. Juliette is a beautiful person. I mean, she is so kind which we see mostly through Adam's memories of her when she was younger. But also in the present time. She loves people just because they're people, even though almost everyone she knew before treated her like dirt. She rose above it. 

Things I Didn't Like:
1. The writing style was weird in some parts. The metaphors were very...complicated. And slightly what-the-heck-are-you-trying-to-say. 
2. I understand that Juliette is so hungry for love and touch and affection, but that shouldn't mean that she has to make out every little while. Especially in the same house as Adam's little brother.
3. The purple skin-tight suit at the end. Why? Everyone else gets silver or white or grey or something equally as nondescript. Why does Juliette get purple? It's almost like that scene is put there just so we can see the guys' reactions. 
4. The ending. Was disappointing. It didn't make an impact, it wasn't abrupt. It ended on her stretching in her comfy clothes and thinking that they're going to make all the difference. 

I gave this four stars on Goodreads because it was a good dystopian book. The action wasn't the best, but the characters were.

Bruno Mars

TUBday | Treasure by Bruno Mars

6:30 PM

Sorry this is a day late. I'm really bothered that I couldn't get it out yesterday, but I did give you a post on dressing business casual (and what business casual actually is). I know it was a boring post, but it's useful too, especially for those of you who are getting ready to go to college or are budding authors/future authors.

Okay, I'm done now. Enjoy!

Treasure by Bruno Mars
(This song has bad language, so if you want to listen to it make sure you look up the clean version if you're not comfortable with bad language.)

"Pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl, you should be smiling"

"A girl like you should never look so blue"

"You're everything I see in my dreams"

"I wouldn't say that to you if it wasn't true"

Hahaha, the last one! *clears throat* Sorry, it's the stress affecting my brain cells. Obviously (not). WHAT. It's funny.

business casual

Dress to Impress, Otherwise Known as Business Casual

1:10 PM

In which, I admit that I'm only going to put a short post up today and hope you will hang on until I can post something longer.

I am attending a scholarship weekend (actually Friday and Saturday) at a college that has offered me a...well, scholarship. Besides having to navigate my way their with only my mom (and she's terrible with directions), I'll have to do interviews, essays, tours, and *shudder* banquets.

Apparently, I have to dress "business casual" for one of the meals. After I learned that, I immediately googled "business casual outfits." Because, seriously, what the heck is business casual? The two words completely contradict each other.

So my post today is in case you ever need to wear a business casual outfit and you have no idea what to wear (I'm still a little iffy on that point to be honest).

Blouses, plain shirts, cotton shirts, sweaters, turtlenecks (I strongly discourage use of these. Unless you like them. I don't.), vests, and sleeveless shirts. Apparently, monotone is standard. Unusual patterns are okay though as long as they're not too wild.

I narrowed down my choices like this:
Plain shirts
Cotton shirts
Turtlenecks (They make my neck itch.)
Vests (?? Nope.)
Sleeveless shirts (Hello? Cold?)

To me, pants are the easiest. You wear dress pants, khakis, corduroy pants, or linen pants. No jeans. Not even your nice pair. I know, I groaned too.

After checking out each of the types of pants, I chose to wear dress pants because 1) I already had a pair and 2) they're classy. But mostly because I already owned a pair.

This isn't even an option right now where I live. It's freezing. I am not going to sacrifice myself to frostbite because a business skirt might look more professional. Not happening.

But if you were to wear a dress or skirt then...
  • You're crazy. Make sure your dress or skirt is knee-length or longer. 
  • No high slits, okay?
  • Stay away from skin-tight dresses and skirts.
  • You can't wear sundresses either. 

Leather shoes, flat trouser shoes (These are pretty ugly. In my humble opinion.), high heels, and open-toed shoes.

Dress socks are a must apparently. I'm not wearing them...nobody's going to see my socks. That would be very weird.

Light jewelry! Simple and elegant. Don't break out the feather earrings quite yet. I'm thinking maybe studs. Or...something.

A simple purse. Which is why I don't think my favorite blue tie-dyed one is going to cut it. I'm going to define a simple purse as one without too many pockets or colors or patchwork of materials.

Happy dressing up!


Crazy Schedule

7:53 PM

I am feeling very accomplished today because several things on my to-do list have been checked off.

    Submitted an essay for a scholarship in time.

    Finished my reading assignment for Sociology early.

    Got caught up on my Economics homework. 

    Went shopping for clothes for a scholarship banquet. 

    Scheduled a campus (college) visit. 

   Bought a present for my mom's birthday.

   Acquired three books from a certain used-books store. *wink,

These are a few of the reasons that I didn't post every day in the last half of the past week and I am so glad that they are done and out of the way. Unfortunately, I didn't finish my school goals today but that was because my whole family and I went shopping for pretty much the whole day. It was totally exhausting.

A few things for you to look forward to this week are:
1. A post talking about things I collect.
2. The usual TUBday post.
3. A blog meme that I picked up from The Magical Violinist.
4. An outfit post (on clothing for said scholarship weekend).
5. Other awesome things that I haven't thought of yet.

Wow, this feels great. Knowing exactly what I'm going to be posting about this week. Love it while it lasts ;)


Notebooks Out, Soldiers!

12:48 PM

Sorry for the lack of posts the last few days. I've just been very busy. I hope you like this post! 

You know how maybe you don't want to write for your major novel project or edit the one you finished, but you still want to write? This is where writing prompts can really help. So I'm giving you a prompt and challenge simultaneously (because that's how I roll), but the song choice and prompt questions were all the work of the lovely Tansie.

1. Pick a random song from your mp3/cellphone/iPod playlist. Just put it on shuffle and skip to the very next song because chances are you were already in the middle of one. 

2. Here comes the fun part! Answering the questions. My awesome sister Tansie Gray (check out her blog here) and I are collaborating on this post because she owes me one and just because. I'll put the instructions down below, each of which will be followed by both of our answers. This is really interesting because not only do you get to see what you (or if you have a writing partner) and your friend imagine for certain types of music but your unique writing styles will also pop out.

Song: Wasting My Young Years by London Grammar

Imagine a world. What does it look like?

SKYLAR: A city, with many tall skyscrapers. Cars left [I always find the perfect word after I do these things. In this case, 'abandoned'] on the street, their doors left open. Smoke drifts over the whole scene. Looters have been here. Broken glass is scattered across the ground. 

A tear slips down her cheek. [I know, I know. I was trying to give it emotion know, epicness]

TANSIE: Apocalyptic setting. Broken buildings, once majestic, now in broken remains. Signs of war are everywhere. The sky is dim and dark, the sun hidden behind layers of smoke.

Imagine a person (a main character). What do they look like?
SKYLAR: Red hair (little lower than her shoulders). Pale. Soot is smudged on her face. Grey eyes. Torn jeans, dirty jacket.

TANSIE: She has long hair; dark blonde. Thin, and short-- almost too thin. Light blue/grey eyes. Spray of freckles. Smudged cheeks and dirty clothes. 

Imagine their family. Or do they have one?
SKYLAR: Yeah, but she doesn't know where her family is. Except for her little brother holding onto her hand. Her mom, dad, and older brother have disappeared.

TANSIE:  None that she knows of, but she keeps looking. There was her mother, her father, and younger sister (four-six years old). 

Imagine a villain(s). What do they look like? What does their voice sound like?
SKYLAR: Evil. [I wrote that because Tansie specifically told me not to.]

White haired, blue eyed older man. A doctor type. And his grandson, a guy with sandy brown hair and brown eyes. [I completely forgot about the voices when I did this. Oops.]

TANSIE: Dark hair, dark eyes. Late teens to late twenties. Male. Voice is low and husky. Posture/expression is arrogant and confident. Tall, athletic, and wears dark colors. Always carries a weapon. 

What is your main character scared of losing? Love, life, or hope?
SKYLAR: Life and hope.

TANSIE:  [I said OR, Skylar] Hope.

How has the song of your choice affected your answers?
SKYLAR: It made me write a sad, mournful [waxing poetic here] story. Bad things have happened...but the world keeps turning. And little fingers clench [I meant clutch] her hand. She has to go on.

TANSIE:  The song is just really depressing. Seriously. Go listen to it. It's about loss, fear, and trying to hang on to what you've got left.

"War Torn" by Deltafreelancer at DeviantArt
Skylar here! So we wrote down seriously creepily similar answers. Try doing this with another person like I mentioned before, because it's fun comparing answers. :)

Waiting on Wednesday: Strange and Ever After

10:21 PM

Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly meme hosted by Breaking the Spine where you talk about books that you can't wait to read, but that are, unfortunately, not published yet.

This week mine is:

Strange and Ever After
by Susan Dennard
Publication date: July 22, 2014

Perfect for fans of Cassandra Clare's The Infernal Devices series, this is the epic conclusion to Susan Dennard's trilogy that started with Something Strange and Deadly and continued with A Darkness Strange and Lovely. With supernatural forces, epic romance, and a mysterious Egyptian city, Eleanor and her team are set for an adventure they will never forget. 
It has been a tumultuous time for Eleanor Fitt since life as she knew it in Philadelphia came abruptly to an end. While the Spirit-Hunters—Joseph, Jie, and Daniel—have helped her survive her brother's violent death and an invasion of Hungry Dead, Eleanor has lost just about everything. 
And now, Jie is missing—taken by the evil necromancer Marcus. Eleanor is determined not only to get her back but to finally end this nightmare. But to do so, she must navigate the hot desert streets of nineteenth-century Egypt amid the rising Dead, her unresolved feelings for Daniel, and her volatile relationships with Joseph and Oliver, her demon. And it won't be easy. Because Allison, her friend from Philadelphia, has tagged along, becoming strangely entangled in Eleanor's mission.
It will take all of Eleanor's powers of black magic, and all of Daniel's and Joseph's trust, to succeed. But there will be a price. People will have to suffer the consequences of what Marcus has done, and what Eleanor, Oliver, and the Spirit-Hunters will do to stop all this deadly chaos.

First of all, I can't get over how gorgeous all of the covers in this series are! The girl on the cover (the main character Eleanor) is also looking away from the viewer, instead of the staring-into-your-soul or looking-over-her-shoulder looks that the girls usually have going on. 

I have read both of the books before this one and they got better as they went on so I have high expectations for Strange and Ever After (and a lot of questions to be solved). That said, Eleanor Fitt is not really a favorite of mine. I have grown to like her more though. 

The whole idea behind the books is amazing. The dead are rising because of necromancy, or dark magic. There are also all types of weapons that are used to fight them along with people who have awesome abilities such as throwing what little soul the undead have back into the spirit world. It's also a little on the steampunk side which makes it even more appealing to me. 

I am in awe (and let me fangirl here) of how well Susan Dennard writes her villains. I mean, gosh, I guessed right both times (and missed a few too) but I never was sure. I would choose one and then second guess myself a few pages later. It was extremely stressful. The back stories and the way different characters' lives or stories intertwined was extremely well though out and intricately woven. 

It also made me want to read this book even more. 


TUBday | Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

10:33 PM

I'm pretty sure this is a popular song...if you haven't heard it...well, that's what the below video is for, so enjoy!

Radioactive by Imagine Dragons

(Once again, I don't preview the music videos so it's pretty much view at your own risk.)

"I'm waking up"

"to ash and dust"

"I wipe my brow, and sweat my rust"

"I'm breathing in the chemicals"

Please let me know if some of the GIFs don't work. 

Also, if you would like me to make you a cover for one of your WIPs (works-in-progress) or completed novels to showcase on your blog/website, I would be happy to design for you using free stock images and different editing programs. I won't charge anything except for recognition on your blog/website (for example: This cover was made by Skylar Finn @ Life of a Random), including a link back to this blog. 

You can find the information to talk to me about it on the 'Contact Me' page. I just think that this would be really neat. And it's free. So, yeah, where are my cover requests? :D Spread the word! You'll be able to check out samples of my designs as soon as I get a page running. 

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