Alessandra Torre isn’t one of those authors I one-click. In fact, The Ghostwriter is only the second book of hers that I’ve read. The reason for this is that I haven’t enjoyed everything she has written—I’ve actually started and not finished two of her other books. It’s nothing against her, they just weren’t for me.
The Ghostwriter, however… HOME. RUN. One of the best books I’ve read all year.
Here’s The Synopsis:
Four years ago, I lied. I stood in front of the police, my friends and family, and made up a story, my best one yet. And all of them believed me.
I wasn’t surprised. Telling stories is what made me famous. Fifteen bestsellers. Millions of fans. Fame and fortune.
Now, I have one last story to write. It’ll be my best one yet, with a jaw-dropping twist that will leave them stunned and gasping for breath.
They say that sticks and stones will break your bones, but this story? It will be the one that kills me.
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Fall is finally, mercifully, wiggling its way in here in Vegas. We had some beautiful days in the 70’s before the weather snuck back up a little for the past few days, but I think we’re in the clear now. I’ve had my first pumpkin spice latte of the season and I’ve even pulled out my fall candles to situate around the house. I’m ready, fall.
I’m kind of in awe that I read as much as I did in September, considering all that I had going on. I do know that there were no long periods of reading. Instead, there were stolen moments here and there.
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The ocean is my heart. My first love. A part of who I am. That doesn’t mean I trust it. It’s too vast, too wild.
I’ve decided that I’m going to be honest and say that I struggled through this book a little–but it’s not entirely the author’s fault. For one, I just thought the characters were a little young for me. If I were ten years younger I’m sure I would have enjoyed it more. Instead, I kind of found myself breezing through it, trying not to cringe at the heroine. I did, however, enjoy reading about the hero’s struggles, which is really the only thing that saved this one for me.
Honestly, as the author’s first book, it’s a great start. As someone who just began self-publishing in the last two years, I know how hard it is. I can definitely say that I would give another book of hers a shot in the future… if the age range is a little more appropriate, that is.
If you want to read it and decide for yourself, instead of taking my word for it, snag a copy on Amazon.
Thank you to Enticing Journey Book Promotions for providing me with the eARC.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo since I finished it five days ago. This is not abnormal. Not when it comes to novels by Taylor Jenkins Reid, who quickly became one of my favorite authors after reading One True Loves last year.
Reid has this extraordinary way of creating at once the most complex, infuriating, satisfying and likable characters I’ve ever had the honor of getting to know. The Seven Husbands is no exception to the rule. In fact, Reid took her skills to a whole other level.
“[The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo] is an unforgettable and sweeping novel about one classic film actress’s relentless rise to the top—the risks she took, the loves she lost, and the long-held secrets the public could never imagine.”
I can’t even begin to put into words how much I loved this book. It was beautiful and engaging and a little something like reading a gossip column, but in the best way. I can honestly say I’ve never read anything like it. Reid has outdone herself, continuing to show amazing growth as an author. I can’t even begin to guess where she’ll take us next, but I know I’ll be first in line to buy it.
And can we talk about the book cover for a moment? Everything about it is so beautiful, the colors so rich. It is so perfect.
Because I share so much of what I read online I often get asked the top five books that I would recommend. The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo has definitely found itself a place on that list (speaking of which, would anyone actually like me to share my top five list?).
Anyway, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo is out tomorrow, so you should think about grabbing yourself a copy.
Happy release day to my girl, Kandi Steiner. She killed it with this one, you’re going to want to pick up a copy for yourself and all your girlfriends.
Wren Ballard is trying to find herself.
She never expected to be divorced at twenty-seven, but now that the court date has passed, it’s official. The paperwork is final. Her feelings on it aren’t.
Spending the summer in a small mountain town outside Seattle is exactly what she needs. The peaceful scenery is a given, the cat with the croaky meow is a surprise, but the real kicker? A broody neighbor with nice arms, a strange reputation, and absolutely no interest in her.
Anderson Black is perfectly fine being lost.
He doesn’t care about the town’s new resident — he’s too busy fighting his own demons. But when he’s brought face to face with Wren, he can see her still-fresh wounds from a mile away. What he doesn’t see coming is his need to know who put them there — or his desperation to mend them.
Sometimes getting lost is the way to find yourself. Sometimes healing only adds a new scar. And sometimes the last place you expected to be is exactly where you find home.
Having just finished REVELRY an hour before sitting down to write this review, I feel as though I’m still working through my feelings. What I DO know, is that I loved it. No surprise there! Kandi Steiner remains one of my favorite authors these days, and REVELRY is a perfect example of why.
“He was trying to figure out my story–who I was, why I was there. And I’d have told him, but I didn’t know myself.”
Divorced or not, Wren is an incredibly relatable character and I found myself rooting for her from the very first page. And as usual–I wasn’t disappointed.
When her mother’s incessant matchmaking hits an all-time high, Georgie Archibald does what any sensible woman would do: she flees the country.
Seeking refuge in the picturesque seaside village of Vernazza, Italy, Georgie’s only plan is to lie low, gorge herself on gelato, and let the wine and waves wash her troubles away…that is until she wakes up in a bed that belongs to the most romantic-looking man she’s ever seen.
After going out of his way to rescue her, the former London financier turned mysterious recluse makes it clear that despite acting as her white knight, he has no plans to co-star in her fairytale.
But Georgie isn’t asking for his heart—she’s merely intrigued.
After all, Gianluca isn’t just gorgeous—tall and tan from days spent in the sun—his touch sets her world on fire. With him, Georgie experiences the most intoxicating passion she’s ever known, and it only takes a few steamy nights for her to realize that sometimes running away from trouble is the best way to find it.
There is a moment, after I finish a book, where I sit back and take a deep breath. What comes after is completely dependent on how I felt about the book. I may sigh contentedly. I may frown. I may smile, or curse, or cheer. I finished A Place In The Sun just moments ago, and my reaction was exactly what I believed it would be: a deep sigh and a knowing smile.
A Place In The Sun was romantic in a way that I haven’t seen in quite some time. It wasn’t the fastest paced, nor did it give you emotional whiplash … but I was grateful for that. It was … exactly what I needed it to be. Light, funny, sweet and full of hope. R.S. Grey has out done herself.
I’m a little late to the game, though maybe not, seeing as this book isn’t yet available in the US. I waited something like four weeks from the release before I simply couldn’t take it anymore. So I ordered it from Amazon.uk, and when I saw the total (with the exchange rate and shipping), I sucked it up and hit order.
I sure don’t regret that. Not one bit.
It’s been almost over two weeks since I finished reading Becoming, and I still feel as though I can’t quite put into words how it made me feel. I was underlining sentences and marking up the margins with asterisks and jumbled notes to myself. I even wrote notes on scrap pieces of paper, like this one, which so well sums up how this book made me feel.
I saw a lot of myself in this book — and in Laura. Maybe not all of the sex (though there was some of that, too) but the desperate desire to find myself and my place in the world. In many ways, I’m still working on that.
I haven’t read many reviews of the book, but I know what people are saying: that’s it’s all about dirty sex and promiscuity. I’m not going to say that isn’t a big part of it, but that so many people are taking only that away from the novel is an absolute shame.
Becoming is about a woman’s journey to find herself after she was broken. And as we all know, that can be a long and messy road.
I’d followed Laura’s blog for a few years before reading Becoming, so I knew what I was getting into. Except, I didn’t really, because she blew me away. Her writing blew me away. And while the book didn’t have the WOW ending that one might expect from a memoir, as a reader, it was enough to know that she could go through all she did and come out on the other end standing tall. That is her WOW.
And that was more than enough for me.