Hello again.
I know I keep doing this (adorable, charming) routine by which I suddenly appear out of a hiatus with a grand declaration of how it’s DEFINITELY the last time, then post once or twice, then wordlessly disappear. And so on. Continue reading
Okay, yes, hi. It has, once again, been a very long time.
But in this case, our primary objective is not to talk about the fact that I am terrible at blogging. (We all know this by now.) We’re here to talk about something much more important than that.
ME. Continue reading
Synopsis: Ketterdam: a bustling hub of international trade where anything can be had for the right price–and no one knows that better than criminal prodigy Kaz Brekker. Kaz is offered a chance at a deadly heist that could make him rich beyond his wildest dreams. But he can’t pull it off alone…
A convict with a thirst for revenge.
A sharpshooter who can’t walk away from a wager. Continue reading
IT IS MY BIRTHDAY.
I threatened to do this. I said in my September wrap-up, hey, I might be self-obsessed enough to post about my own birthday. And I spoke the truth. I am more attention-starved and self-obsessed than anyone can possibly imagine. I am limitless. It’s like a superpower, except lame and vaguely upsetting.
Anyway.
Here is a series of things I love in this world: lists, books, myself, favorites, blogging. Excluding cookies, comedy, and Mamma Mia 2: Here We Go Again (2018), that about covers it. So I thought, how can I combine all of these things into one perfect birthday gift to my damn self? Continue reading
Welcome to………the emmareadstoomuch Monthly Wrap-Up, Newly Expanded Edition!!!
As with all adaptations and additions on this blog, I saw other people doing this and wanted to take it for myself.
Instead of just having a wrap up of books I read, I ALSO have goals now! Wow. Look at me. And a top posts section! I unceasingly amaze myself.
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.
Not in terms of quality. Obviously.
And really that should be obvious at this point, because from here on out even an average monthly rating higher than three would be goddamn utopian for me. In case you’ve forgotten, MY AVERAGE FOR 2017 WAS 2.7. TWO POINT F*CKING SEVEN. This is not a normal situation anymore.
If it ever was.
Now is probably when I should back up this whole “expert” title I’ve just unceremoniously given myself.
For one thing, I consider myself an expert on everything. It’s called self obsession respect. TRY IT OUT SOMETIME.
But more significantly: I just really, really, really, reallyreallyreally super actually LOVE a good setting.
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.
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.
