Tuesday, January 31, 2012

The Way of Control

Keane Evans was someone most people looked over, not many really noticed him. There where places though, were anyone would spot him. The youthful circles, filled with drugs, alcohol and parties. There, everyone knew who he was. Did someone say Keane, then it was obvious that it was him and totally ridiculous if someone didn't know that. His younger brother, Freddie, had been forced to live in Keanes shadow, his legacy in his back all the time. Not that he complained. It gave him an unspoken respect, and an advantage among new people. Nobody wanted to start a fight with Keane, some did, but they where stupid or just knew him all to well. Nobody knew why that was. Nobody really knew him, only his closest friends. And even they didn't get him, understand him. He was... difficult.
Kee, pass the smoke?” Freddie asked, waved with the hand in front of his face. ”Come on, it's not that hard.”
The smoke was all over in the little room, spreading it's addictive smell. The shed, which was Keane's, was on the backside of the Evans family's ordinary house in the outskirts of Des Moines, Iowa. The two boys easily disappeared amongst the hundreds of thousands residents, and with the parents working and the father cheating they had a lot of time to themselves.
Get your own,” he muttered and drew a smoke.
Yeah, just give me your dealers number and I will.”
God, aren't you boring. Just find your own. It's a hunt. You'll love it, I sure did.” Keane licked his lips when he spoke, remember easy and clear about how he loved the hunt on everything. He didn't get why Freddie wasn't the same. He was one of those people who wanted it all, lying ready on his plate. Served with every possible supply. Keane liked to hunt and kill his supplies himself.
Just give it,” he groaned, but stopped nagging when Keane ranted up a number. ”Hey, mind taking that one more time and slower?”
Sure, why don't you get a pen while you're at it.”
Relax, I can remember. Just repeat,” Freddie said and memorized the numbers his brother said, calmly and collected this time.
I have to go. Miles is meeting me in Davenport, we've got some stuff to do,” Keane said and gave the half smoked joint to Freddie.
Davenport? That's three hours away, what the hell are you doing there?”
None of your fucking business. So just shut it.”
Cool it. No harm done. Just go on your stupid meeting.”
I will, and don't follow me this time,” Keane said and looked back at the time he caught his brother hiding in the trunk of his car. Covered in a tiny blanket in the middle of the freezing Iowa winter. He understood his brothers need to be like him, he was okay with it. More than that, he enjoyed seeing someone so fascinated by what he did. By what he could do. He could do lots of things, just not in front of Freddie. Clueless seventeen year old Freddie.

To finish reading chapter one, please follow this link to Goodreads, where it's posted;

Friday, January 20, 2012

Those times.

You know when you read a book, and then you get another book, and then you get lods of homework and even if you're halfway in both books you can't find the time to finish them?
Yeah, that's what's up with the no book reviews recently. I'm reading Possession  by Elana Johnson and Living Dead in Dallas by Charlaine Harris at the moment so reviews will be up soon.
Thanks for waiting. Why don't you read something while I'm reading Herr Arnes Penningar by Selma Lagerlöf for school, I can tell you I thinks it's boring.

Sunday, January 15, 2012


This my dear friend Emilie said on Goodreads;


Oh god I laughed at this, someone asked Cassie on Tumblr why Will/Clary and Jace/Tessa would never work out. She said:

Tessa: Have you read this latest novel? It is my favorite!
Jace: No. I was polishing my latest gigantic weapon.
Tessa: A fine pastime for a gentleman, to be sure, but what do you do with your leisure time, sir?
Jace: More killing. My job is my hobby.
Tessa: I am not dressed for such activities.
Jace: My sister Isabelle could lend you an outfit.
Tessa: Is that your sister? I thought she was a prostitute.

Will: Ducks! Confound all ducks!
Clary: Are you all right?
Will: Lo, for a duck is man’s greatest enemy. You know I hate everyone, don’t you? Don’t get too close to me, or it will be your ruin.
Clary: You seem to be fond enough of that silvery-haired guy.
Will: My love for Jem passes your mere understanding.
Clary: So you’re gay, right? That’s okay.
Will: No one has ever suggested I was overly merry before. Have you read Tale of Two Cities?
Clary: For school. It was boring."

So funny, I think I died a bit! Will, you are amazing but ducks are awesome too.

Music while reading?

It's a different chocie for everybody. I read with music, but often slow music. You want to get into the book first and the music should just be something good, but in the background. Here's my list on Spotify:

Safe and Sound - Electric President
Insomnia - Electric President
If You Leave - Nada Surf
Ghost Town, Black Eyes, Wrapped in Piano Strings, Glory, Welcome Home, Son and A Pound of Flesh all by Radical Face.
Paradise Circus - Massive Attack
Poison in Your Mind - Powderfinger
Island in the Sun - Weezer
Delicate, Cannonball, Volcano and 9 Crimes all by Damien Rice.
Beautiful Day - U2
Darkening Sky - Peter Bradley Adams
And It's Alright - Peter Broderick
You Got Me All Wrong - Dios Malos

Hope you like them. I sure do.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Book review: Existence by Abbi Glines

As Goodread say;

What happens when you're stalked by Death? You fall in love with him, of course.
Pagan Moore doesn't cheat Death, but instead, falls in love with him.
Seventeen year old Pagan Moore has seen souls her entire life. Once she realized the strangers she often saw walking through walls were not visible to anyone else, she started ignoring them. If she didn't let them know she could see them, then they left her alone. Until she stepped out of her car the first day of school and saw an incredibly sexy guy lounging on a picnic table, watching her with an amused smirk on his face. Problem is, she knows he's dead.
Not only does he not go away when she ignores him, but he does something none of the others have ever done. He speaks. Pagan is fascinated by the soul. What she doesn't realize is that her appointed time to die is drawing near and the wickedly beautiful soul she is falling in love with is not a soul at all.
He is Death and he's about to break all the rules.

Personal Opinion;
Ah, I just love that line. 'He is Death and he's about to break all the rules'. It just screams major bad boy. And we all just love those. Okay. So the female lead. I like her. I can't help but like her because I see so much of myself in her. Her personality just shines, I love it. She is a good friend and she's understanding, kind, but she still have lods of jealousy packed up and she cried. I love her so much for that. When she got sad, she cried like a normal person would. She reacts like anyone would do. I also think the mentally insane topic in this book is really good. You just know how she feels. Doubting if she really is sane, because come on. Who sees souls? I would like too, if it meant Death comes with.

And the names. I just have to say I don't like the name Leif and I hate the name Dank. His name is Dank Walker and as my GR friends know, when I read it it becomes Dank Wanker. I guess it's because of my watching the first series of the british show Misfits. They can't help but say 'wanker' to everyone who pisses them off. I love Misfits. I'm sorry, it's a fussy review. I feel kind of fussy. Just to finish it off, it's a wonderful book! Death is just sooooo shagable, as my friend Jenn would say.


“You tempt me. I can't be tempted. I'm not made to be tempted, but you, Pagan Moore, you tempt me. From the moment I came for you I was drawn in. Everything about you.." One of his hands left my waist and moved up to gently caress my arm. "You make me crazy with need. With want. I didn't understand it at first. But now i know. It's your soul calling to me. Souls mean nothing to me. They aren't supposed to. But yours has become my obsession.”
- Death to Pagan.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

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Monday, January 9, 2012

Book review: Amaranth by Rachael Wade

As Goodreads say;

Knowledge changes everything… 

Hoodoo-influenced Southern Louisiana seems like the perfect place for Camille to escape her abusive past and dysfunctional family. She doesn’t expect to fall in love with the handsome Gavin Devereaux and plummet into the world of Amaranth, a place of exile for reformed vampires. 

Wrestling to escape a deadly ex-boyfriend while giving Gavin a chance, Camille is confronted with decisions that threaten not only her life, but the lives of her inhuman friends she has come to love. Entangled in her friends’ quest for freedom, she dives into their realm and faces the threats of Amaranth’s ruler—the mother of all vampires—and her own inner demons. 

Now Camille must decide whether she will derail her life and make the ultimate sacrifice for the monsters that interrupted her bumpy path back to sanity—what she still wants so desperately—or escape with Gavin before it’s too late for both of them.

Personal Opinion:

This just wasn't a book for me. I had to drag myself through it and I wouldn't have finished it if it wasn't for a Goodreads thing. Don't get me wrong, this book was well written and it had a good story but I found myself wanting to stop reading and watch Smallville insted. It didn't capture me. And I don't really enjoy the type of story were the main character sees each other and becomes obsessed fall in love right away. This didn't do it for me. I usally remember single details of the book I just finished. I can recall every inportant event, but now it's just blanc.  It was just a ok read. Nothing more, not for me.

I think others will like this book. It's a love story, a I-love-you-you-love-me kind of thing. They're a cute couple, Gavin and Camille. But when I begun chapter 7 and it still didn't take a hold of me I gave up and just finished the book. I'm not going to read the second book, but I bet lots are. Don't be scared of by my review. This book is great, but not for me. And if some thinks I'm reading into the romance to much right now, it's because that's what I do. That's what I enjoy in a book that's not really enjoyable.


“Don't start that again. It's not my fault you don't have any masculine aprons." 
"That's because aprons aren't masculine, genius." 
"Don't make me have you for dinner, princess." 
"Whatever, Betty Crocker. Knock yourself out.”