Tuesday, 20 August 2013

3 Signs You Are a Book-A-Holic

Okay, so I'm sure we've all seen the same signs among us book bloggers. Obviously, why would we book blog if we didn't show these ''signs''?? haha, If you are a book lover, a someone in denial, hopefully these 3 signs will help you decide!

#1 Your Local Librarian/Book Owner Knows You-

So, it's pretty simple why this would happen; you go to your local library or book shop so often that the person who works the regular shift knows you well enough for a wave, a smile, a 'How ya doin'?' And, yes, I have experienced this, and in no way is it a bad thing, it is nice to walk into a bookish place, and not have someone who is a complete stranger hovering over you while you are trying to find good books. Its also nice to walk in, and someone, you see every-time you walk in, nod and be like 'You're back, go ahead and get your books. Spend as much time as you like.' Inside their heads of course, but you can tell.

#2 You Are Personally Close To The Characters (Especially in a Series) -  

You have to admit it, once you get really into a book, you CARE about the characters. And in a series, once you've read about the characters over the course of two books (or more) its even closer. Like... when I was reading... (casting around for ideas here...) The Hunger Games (Mockingjay); I kinda expected it in my 'bookish instinct', or whatever you call it, but at the moment in the end of Mockingjay when Prim dies, I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand, it was like shocking-but-I-knew-it-was-going-to-happen-but-I-didn't-want-it-to-happen-so-I-was-hoping-it-wasn't-going-to. 

3# When You Find Someone Who's Read A Book You've Read Immediate Bonding -

Yes, the subheading was long-winded but; moving on! I find myself doing this, perhaps not constantly, but quite a lot. Like, for example, when I was speaking to Amber (The Mile Long Bookshelf) for the first time I unearthed that we were both Super-Potterheads and for about and hour, I think, we were quoting the books and the movies... *cough* haha sorry, about that Amber. But you get my point, when you meet someone who's as big a fan as you about the books you've read you can't help yourself, really.

Anyway, I know this has been my first post in a while. So, I hope that was a little refreshing. It would be great to hear in the comments if you've experienced any of these signs! Look out for my next review: Rebirth by Debbie Brown. 

Fionnuala x


Tuesday, 6 August 2013

What Endures - Book Blitz!

What Endures by Katie Lee

Release Date: August 1st, 2013

Jason Kincaid is young, hot and successful.

An All-Star outfielder for the Seattle Mariners, he finally had everything he ever wanted,

including a second chance with his high school sweetheart, Megan Williams.

But their hopes for a ‘happily-ever-after’ are dashed by tragedy.

A horrific car accident wipes out most of Jason's memories. Unable to recall anything from

the last fifteen years of his life, Jason is suddenly adrift, his once charmed life now in ruins.

Megan finds herself in the untenable position of having to deal with the fact that the man

she’s helping to rebuild his life may look, and even act, like her beloved fiancĂ©, but in reality,

isn’t any longer.

Trying to protect herself, as well as Jason, Megan fights the attraction between them. . .to no

avail. As their potent connection inevitably draws them closer, Megan wonders,

With the memories of their relationship gone, can love endure?


Excerpt from Book:

"It’s really quite remarkable,’ the doctor said, his voice sounding genuinely surprised. "We

never expected this. This is. . it’s really uncharted territory."

"But the. . ." Megan’s voice faltered. She was having trouble processing what he was telling

her. She had been sitting in the doctor’s office for close to an hour. Much of that time had

been spent listening to the doctor explain how the brain worked and how it functioned

and what they knew and what they didn’t know. But she had focused in on just a few key



Long-term memory loss.

No memories of the last 15 years.


"I understand this is hard to take in," Dr. Glennon said softly.

"I just. . . .I don’t understand how he can remember his childhood but not. . ." Again

she faltered. She didn’t want to sound selfish, but the question remained. How could he not

remember her? Them?

About the Author

Katie Lee has had a lifelong love affair with books. She fell in love with her first book in the

second grade and hasn’t looked back since. She first took up writing as a hobby, wanting to

craft her own magical adventures, and through the love and encouragement of family and

friends, decided to get serious about writing and share her stories with the world.

She currently resides in Maryland in the United States. She works for the government

during the day, and her spare time is devoted to writing. She gains inspiration from all

sorts of things, but mostly from the fun and adventurous trips she takes when she can. She

loves hearing from her readers so drop her a note!
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Sunday, 4 August 2013

Twitter, Holiday, and Writing

Hi all!

As you've probably noticed I haven't been posting for the past few days, due to some 'stuff' that I've been doing, haha - wait, why is that funny? - anyway I just thought I'd post a quick update. Don't worry you'll get a proper bookish post tomorrow!

Okay, so, first of all I now have over 100 twitter followers which is... haha, I don't know what to say, really, I'm speechless. But it's so amazing, so thank you to all you wonderful followers!

Next; I'll be going on holiday on the 8th of August until the 17th and will have pretty sketchy WiFi, so I'm not sure when I'll be able to post on the blog, or check in with any social media.

Lastly, I've been writing a lot recently and thought I'd share a wee bit with you guys:

The Desolated Walls

These walls would hear,
the small padding of paws,
as sly tomcats slide across,
their surfaces in the night.

They would hear,
the heated wind sigh,
as it passed them.

They would hear,
the crumbling of their own bricks,
yet feel no pain.

In their early days,
they would have heard,
the labored breathing  of men,
as they laid more bricks,
upon the young walls.

The walls would hear,
the scrape of concrete on metal,
as indentations were made.

They would hear,
the silent sobs of a maiden ,
wishing for shelter,
from the walls.

They would hear,
the innocent laugh of a child,
upon stubby legs,
chasing a mangy mutt.

The walls, they would hear,
the mutts excited barks and whimpers,
as the child followed.

These walls would hear,
the earth around them age,
and never die.

Yeah.. you can probably tell I'm not a BIG poetry person, anyway...

Hope you enjoyed that quick update!


Fionnuala xx