I have to admit I love Rachel Wiley’s Poetry. It feels like she gets where I have been. This was an impulse buy for me, as I rarely buy the paperback versions. I enjoy paperbacks but I don’t often read them. I find it easier to curl up with my phone and enjoy what I want to read. So for me Paperbacks are a luxury item. This one lives up to the hype. The poems tug at the heart, and are well written. The book is lovely. Not the largest volume, but it feels just right. I bought it on the Zon but it is available on B&N, Google and a few of the usual suspects.
BLURB Eighteen years ago, the Great War ended and magic was outlawed to create a more peaceful world. But it’s still in ruins, and the people need a new hero. Per the rules set forth at the reformation of their country, Princess Emmalyn must choose a betrothed by her eighteenth birthday in order to claim her place as heir. The problem is, her heart belongs to her best friend, Cayden, and he’s not on the list of approved suitors. But that turns out to be the least of her troubles. Before she can make her announcement, a violent rebel faction invades. Barely managing to escape with Cayden’s help, the princess is forced to leave her family in the hands of their biggest enemy—Charles Lamden, former friend of her parents and war hero-named traitor. Emma will do whatever it takes to save her family, even if that means working with the very people she’s been taught to fear. Those with magic who’ve gone into hiding because of the laws her parents helped put in place. However, in doing so, she starts to see that the world isn’t what she once thought. And as she learns one painful truth after another, she struggles to know what to do or believe. Because there’s a reason Lamden took the royals hostage beyond his need for revenge, and Emma’s at the very center of it. After all, that’s why a group of secret guards has sworn to protect her above all others.
My Review:
This one is a delightful read. I honestly couldn’t put it down until it was done. the characters are richly written and the world building is top shelf. The plot twists will keep you engaged. I plan to reread this one often.
To be honest I will be taking the week off from my blog. I am going to be on the Owl Light network on my birthday reading Serena’s story Shutters. Other than that I am not aiming to do anything work wise that is not necessary.
I have fun things planned and I am not going to stress myself over deadlines and the like.
We were three little girls from school. One was pretty, one was smart And one was a borderline fool. Well she’s still good lookin’ That woman hadn’t slipped a bit. The smart one used her head She made her fortune. And me, I cross the border every chance I get. We were the girls of the 50’s. Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s. And more than our names got changed As the 70’s slipped on by. Now we’re 80’s ladies. There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried. We’ve been educated. We got liberated. And had complicating matters with men. Oh, we’ve said “I do” And we’ve signed “I don’t” And we’ve sworn we’d never do that again. Oh, we burned our bras, And we burned our dinners And we burned our candles at both ends. And we’ve had some children Who look just like the way we did back then. Oh, but we’re all grown up now. All grown up, But none of us could tell you quite how. We were the girls of the 50’s. Stoned rock and rollers in the 60’s. Hunny, more than our names got changed, As the 70’s slipped on by. Now we’re 80’s ladies. There ain’t been much these ladies ain’t tried. A- my name is Alice. I’m gonna marry Artie. We’re gonna sell apples And live in Arkansas. B- my name is Betty. I’m gonna marry Bobby. We’re gonna sell beans And live in Brazil. C- my name is Connie. I’m gonna marry Charlie. We’re gonna sell cars And live in California.
My 2 cents –
it’s March. I am going to be 50 next week and it’s making me feel strange. I never believed that I would see 30…now I am somehow 50? I have lived a full life and it is not even close to being over. I am going nostalgic for the music choice today but I kinda feel the song as well. There’s not much I have not tried – but I am still enjoying the possibility.
I keep meaning to post my word counts for the day on my Facebook account. I update them as I write anything for my own personal ability to keep track of where I am and I mean to post it. I move on to other things that I have to do and I forget to go back more often than not.
And the way I have my work listed may end up making people confused. Things only stay on the list until they are done. Then the list occasionally will not sync. so I get random mistakes in it as to how much is in a poetry volume. Or I have a notification on the top saying that it has a conflict from another version.
I love the feeling of accomplishment I feel when I do share the word counts. it feels like I am saying hey I am making progress. Unfortunately I mostly end up feeling ashamed because I forgot to post it.
I think that’s one of the main problems with juggling so much. The dropped balls become shame. I try to make sure that I only drop the ones that will bounce. I might be capable of catching them and then I can get them in the next pass.
Pattimouse 