I have already completely full-on loved 4 books in 2018 and here they are

Last year, in the whole 365 days. Of all the 131 books read. Of all the seconds and minutes and other increments of time that elapsed.

I only gave 6 five star ratings.

Yes. Six. I only truly actually loved six books during an entire calendar year.

Compare that to the 1.5 months that have thus far taken place within what we call “2018.” I’ve read 37 books (yes, feel free to congratulate me in the comments below) AND I’VE GIVEN FOUR FIVE STAR RATINGS BOIIIIII.

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Am I only capable of unpopular opinions?: The Chalk Man & The Wife Between Us Reviews

I have been, for most of 2018 thus far, hankering for a good thriller.

I don’t know what it is, but I’ve been full-on CRAVING a quick read with some twists and some turns and some spooks and some creeps.

So I’ve read a bunch of self-proclaimed “””thrillers.””” And they’ve all been disappointments rivaling the time when I was six and I was about to move on from Daisies to Brownies in Girl Scouts before finding out that the name “Brownies” was an absolute LIE and had goddamn nothing to do with the delicious treat, causing me to quit in justified disgust.

Here are two of those Brownie-level disappointments: The Chalk Man and The Wife Between Us.

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The world gives and the world taketh away: A review of a book I love and a book I…who even knows

Two allegedly middle grade fairytale-based fantasy novels. TWO VERY DIFFERENT REACTIONS FROM MOI.

So. Do you want the good news or the bad news first? Is it supposed to be bad news first? “Bad news” is kind of a misnomer, in this case. “Bad news” on the blog of the famed 2.7-average-rating-for-2017 hater of books everywhere, ruiner of dreams, crusher of souls can only qualify as, like, one of my all time favorite books garnering a one star rating upon reread?

Not that out of the question, though, really.

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The best contemporaries ever: My favorite books from the genre I hate most and read most

I am, as I have often said of late, an extreme masochist.

It takes a certain level of mental instability to lock down a 2.7 average rating for an entire year’s worth of (131!) books.

I have one genre to thank for this massive lack of success. It’s young adult contemporary, those books I almost always hate and yet read far and away more frequently than YA fantasy, classics, magical realism, or anything else that gives me a snowball’s chance in hell of liking a book.

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You Review: The last (and practically only) favorite read of 2017

Synopsis: When a beautiful, aspiring writer strides into the East Village bookstore where Joe Goldberg works, he does what anyone would do: he Googles the name on her credit card.

There is only one Guinevere Beck in New York City. She has a public Facebook account and Tweets incessantly, telling Joe everything he needs to know: she is simply Beck to her friends, she went to Brown University, she lives on Bank Street, and she’ll be at a bar in Brooklyn tonight—the perfect place for a “chance” meeting.

As Joe invisibly and obsessively takes control of Beck’s life, he orchestrates a series of events to ensure Beck finds herself in his waiting arms. Moving from stalker to boyfriend, Joe transforms himself into Beck’s perfect man, all while quietly removing the obstacles that stand in their way—even if it means MURDER!!!!!!

Dun dun dun.

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More unpopular opinions: Two books only I hated out of the whole world, except not really

Well, this year has been characterized by unpopular opinions and one-star ratings and really bad YA contemporaries. So why not close out the year with the best possible indication of what that year was like?

So here we are. Two contemporaries with decent Goodreads ratings; two somewhat promising but not completely synopses; two one and a half star reviews.

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Just One Day Series Review: Even good things are bad, you know?

Oh man oh man oh man. Here we are again.

You may have seen me freaking out recently about Just One Day. The rare good kind of freaking out. It scraped – just barely – into my all time favorites list. I screamed about it in my July/August wrap-up. But mainly this book gets hella name checking on this blog because of the main character, whose name’s spelling I actually genuinely forget. Not a good sign.

Update: It’s Allyson. Ridiculous spelling and I refuse to apologize for not knowing it off the dome.

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