I have always imagined that paradise would be a kind of library.
Not all books are written equal. Some are meant to be greater than others. The hardest part is figuring out which one is which.
People don’t choose books. Books choose people.
What might seem great for you might not be the same for others. And what might seem terrible for some, might just be the right one for you.
★★★★★ – One word. PERFECT.
★★★★☆ – Lacking just a tiny bit of something.
★★★☆☆ – Good but not great.
★★☆☆☆ – Disappointing.
★☆☆☆☆ – Terrible.
Everything in this blog are my opinions.
I rate books based on feeling. A book could have the greatest plot and the best writing but if it will not give me that certain feeling while reading it, I might not like it. Please be warned.
This is great to read when you’re feeling melancholic at 3 AM and can’t sleep.
I read this in one sitting. It was hard not to.
This would have been perfect if not for the pictures.
Some were creepy. Or just a blurry mess that you can’t make out. Not to mention the cover that looks something straight out of a horror movie.
Don’t get me wrong, though. There were still some good ones that give off the right vibe.
But the words, the words were something else. It makes you feel things. It makes you think. Which is where I found myself at 4 AM after reading the book, still unable to sleep and thinking about life while listening to indie music.
I loved this more than I thought I would.
I wished for this on Netgalley because the blurb seemed promising but I was not expecting that my wish would be granted.
Before starting the book, I went on Goodreads and was disheartened by the disappointed reviews and the three or lower star ratings. I know it is prejudice on my part but whether you like it or not, reviews have the power to influence readers and that’s why reviewers exist.
So imagine my surprise when I absolutely loved a book I was already prepared not to like.
When I first heard that there would be a third book, I admit I wasn’t thrilled.
After I finished the second one which was supposed to be the last, I was actually one of those who demanded Jenny Han to write one more. To me, Lara Jean and Peter’s time in P.S. I Love You was too short.
While I can’t say that it ruined my love for the series, it’s a book I loved a little less than the first two. But I enjoyed it a lot, nonetheless.
To me, it was like a long epilogue, the closure we all needed.
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
– John Green
“You’re you,’ he repeats, his eyes full of grief. ‘You’re the same girl who crashed on this planet with me, who I dragged through forests and over mountains, who climbed through a shipwreck full of bodies to save my life. You’re the same girl I loved, and I love you now.”
His idea was still with me, because it was not a vapour sunshine could disperse, nor a sand-traced effigy storms could wash away; it was a name graven on a tablet, fated to last as long as the marble it inscribed.
Below is a list of books I’ve read recently that I loved. Check them out!
Anna’s always idolized her older sister, Storm. So when Storm dies in a tragic car accident on the night of her high school graduation, Anna is completely lost and her family is torn apart. That is, until she finds Storm’s summer bucket list and decides to honor her sister by having the best summer ever—which includes taking an epic road trip to the coast from her sleepy Iowa town. Setting out to do everything on Storm’s list along with her sister’s best friend Cameron… More
Sixteen-year-old Tatum Elsea is bracing for the worst summer of her life. After being falsely accused of a crime, she’s stuck under stepmother-imposed house arrest and her BFF’s gone ghost. Tatum fills her newfound free time with community service by day and working at her covert graphic design business at night (which includes trading emails with a cute cello-playing client). When Tatum discovers she’s not the only one in the house keeping secrets… More
Eva Walker has literally one friend—if you don’t count her quadruplet three-year-old-siblings—and it’s not even because she’s a math nerd. No, Eva is a loner out of necessity, because everyone and everything around her is an emotional minefield. All she has to do is touch someone, or their shirt, or their cell phone, and she can read all their secrets, their insecurities, their fears… More