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February 13, 2022

Review: Her Name Is Knight by Yasmin Angoe


Her Name Is Knight by Yasmin Angoe
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Published: November 2021
Her Name Is Knight (Nena Knight #1)

Nena Knight is an assassin. She kills for the greater good of the African People and Black People all around. Her past is one that is quite unbelievable and when her past makes contact with her present, she has to make decisions to protect those she loves.

Nena was born Aninyeh in the African village of N'nkakuwean. One day men came and took away everything from her, and her life was forever changed. When she has been rescued from the torture she endured as a child, she learned that these men were dead and she felt as though she could breathe a little easier. When on a dispatch, she finds that this might not be true. Determined to find the people who destroyed her life, and destroy theirs, may be a dispatch she's just not ready for.

This book was full of twists and turns. I really enjoyed it. It did start a little slow, but like any action story, that's the way it goes sometimes. When the ball drops, it drops hard. This book will have you in tears, angry, and rooting for Nena in more ways than one.

I highly recommend this book for anyone who enjoys a book with action and a strong female lead.

**trigger warnings for murder, sexual abuse, rape, kidnapping**

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January 12, 2022

Review: The Sorority Murder by Allison Brennan



The Sorority Murder by Allison Brennan
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Published: Dec. 2021


The Sorority Murder
Lucas Vega is determined to figure out what happened with Candace Swain. She was murdered when he was a freshman at NAU and now is he doing his senior capstone as a podcast to find out what really happened to her. She was missing a week before her body was found. Even though she was found in the lake, her lungs were filled with chlorinated water. Where was she during that week? Did anyone see her? He's enlisted the help of formal US Marshal Regan Merritt and together they are working hard to solve this cold case. He's been trying to hear from her sorority sisters in Sigma Rho, but they have been silenced. Will he find the answers he is looking for?

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This book kept me on the edge of my seat from start to finish. I was invested in the story and I wanted to know what happened to Candace. The deeper he dug, the more people that ended up dying or getting hurt. Where was Candace during the week she was missing? What was tearing her up inside that she felt so guilty about? There are a million questions that had to be answered and roadblocks around every turn. While there was a slight twist to the story, I could see it coming. It didn't take away from the story at all.



There was a quote in the book, that I really loved, "'God made us stewards of the earth, which means more than taking care of what's yours. Give more than you expect to receive, and be thankful for every day you draw breath ...'" This really touched me because we never know what is going on in someone else's life. Tomorrow is never promised and we have to be thankful for each day that we are given a chance to be alive.

This is a book I will recommend to others.

EXCERPT:


One‌ ‌
Three‌ ‌Years‌ ‌Ago‌ ‌
Friday,‌ ‌April‌ ‌10‌ ‌
 ‌
 ‌
 ‌Candace‌ ‌Swain‌ ‌forced‌ ‌a‌ ‌smile‌ ‌as‌ ‌she‌ ‌walked‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌dorm‌ ‌room.‌ ‌
Smiling‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌last‌ ‌thing‌ ‌she‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌do,‌ ‌but‌ ‌Candace‌ ‌had‌ ‌an‌ ‌image‌ ‌to‌ ‌uphold.‌ ‌
She‌ ‌was‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌late‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌Sigma‌ ‌Rho‌ ‌Spring‌ ‌Fling—the‌ ‌last‌ ‌big‌ ‌party‌ ‌before‌ ‌the‌ ‌
end-of-year‌ ‌crunch.‌ ‌Studying‌ ‌for‌ ‌finals,‌ ‌capstones‌ ‌and‌ ‌senior‌ ‌projects,‌ ‌stress‌ ‌and‌ ‌more‌ ‌stress,‌ ‌and—for‌ ‌
some‌ ‌of‌ ‌them—graduation.‌ ‌
The‌ ‌mild‌ ‌April‌ ‌weather‌ ‌was‌ ‌perfect‌ ‌for‌ ‌an‌ ‌outdoor‌ ‌gathering.‌ ‌Candace‌ ‌had‌ ‌led‌ ‌the‌ ‌sorority’s‌ ‌
social-events‌ ‌committee‌ ‌with‌ ‌setup,‌ ‌and‌ ‌they’d‌ ‌included‌ ‌heat‌ ‌lamps‌ ‌along‌ ‌the‌ ‌perimeter.‌ ‌The‌ ‌Mountain‌ ‌
View‌ ‌dorm—which‌ ‌housed‌ ‌all‌ ‌campus‌ ‌sororities,‌ ‌each‌ ‌with‌ ‌their‌ ‌own‌ ‌wing—was‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌northeast‌ ‌
corner‌ ‌of‌ ‌campus,‌ ‌adjacent‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌football‌ ‌field.‌ ‌The‌ ‌Spring‌ ‌Fling‌ ‌was‌ ‌held‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌large‌ ‌lawn‌ ‌that‌ ‌framed‌ ‌
the‌ ‌north‌ ‌entrance,‌ ‌where‌ ‌they‌ ‌had‌ ‌the‌ ‌most‌ ‌room.‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌open‌ ‌to‌ ‌all‌ ‌students‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌five-dollar‌ ‌
admission,‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌one‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌biggest‌ ‌moneymakers‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌sorority,‌ ‌more‌ ‌than‌ ‌charities.‌ ‌Candace‌ ‌had‌ ‌
fought‌ ‌for—and‌ ‌won—giving‌ ‌the‌ ‌profits‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌rescue‌ ‌mission‌ ‌that‌ ‌helped‌ ‌people‌ ‌get‌ ‌back‌ ‌on‌ ‌their‌ ‌feet.‌ ‌
She‌ ‌volunteered‌ ‌weekly‌ ‌for‌ ‌Sunrise‌ ‌Center,‌ ‌and‌ ‌it‌ ‌had‌ ‌changed‌ ‌how‌ ‌she‌ ‌viewed‌ ‌herself‌ ‌and‌ ‌her‌ ‌future.‌ ‌
She‌ ‌now‌ ‌planned‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌ ‌nurse‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌inner‌ ‌city,‌ ‌working‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌clinic‌ ‌or‌ ‌public‌ ‌hospital,‌ ‌where‌ ‌people‌ ‌
deserved‌ ‌quality‌ ‌health‌ ‌care,‌ ‌even‌ ‌if‌ ‌they‌ ‌were‌ ‌struggling.‌ ‌She‌ ‌even‌ ‌considered‌ ‌specializing‌ ‌in‌ ‌drug‌ ‌and‌ ‌
alcohol‌ ‌issues,‌ ‌which‌ ‌were‌ ‌unfortunately‌ ‌prevalent‌ ‌among‌ ‌the‌ ‌homeless‌ ‌community.‌ ‌
She‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌think‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌volunteerism‌ ‌as‌ ‌penance‌ ‌for‌ ‌her‌ ‌failings.‌ ‌She‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌religious‌ ‌but‌ ‌had‌ ‌
had‌ ‌enough‌ ‌preaching‌ ‌from‌ ‌her‌ ‌devout‌ ‌grandmother‌ ‌to‌ ‌have‌ ‌absorbed‌ ‌things‌ ‌like‌ ‌guilt,‌ ‌penance,‌ ‌
sacrifice.‌ ‌Now,‌ ‌she‌ ‌looked‌ ‌forward‌ ‌to‌ ‌Tuesdays‌ ‌when‌ ‌she‌ ‌gave‌ ‌six‌ ‌hours‌ ‌of‌ ‌her‌ ‌time‌ ‌to‌ ‌those‌ ‌who‌ ‌were‌ ‌
far‌ ‌worse‌ ‌off‌ ‌than‌ ‌she.‌ ‌It‌ ‌reminded‌ ‌her‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌grateful‌ ‌for‌ ‌what‌ ‌she‌ ‌had,‌ ‌that‌ ‌things‌ ‌could‌ ‌be‌ ‌worse.‌ ‌
Candace‌ ‌exited‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌north‌ ‌doors‌ ‌and‌ ‌stood‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌top‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌short‌ ‌flight‌ ‌of‌ ‌stairs‌ ‌that‌ ‌led‌ ‌
to‌ ‌the‌ ‌main‌ ‌lawn.‌ ‌Though‌ ‌still‌ ‌early‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌evening,‌ ‌the‌ ‌party‌ ‌was‌ ‌already‌ ‌hopping.‌ ‌Music‌ ‌played‌ ‌from‌ ‌all‌ ‌
corners‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌yard,‌ ‌the‌ ‌din‌ ‌of‌ ‌voices‌ ‌and‌ ‌laughter‌ ‌mingling‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌popular‌ ‌song.‌ ‌In‌ ‌the‌ ‌dusk,‌ ‌the‌ ‌
towering‌ ‌mountains‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌north‌ ‌were‌ ‌etched‌ ‌in‌ ‌fading‌ ‌light.‌ ‌She‌ ‌breathed‌ ‌deeply.‌ ‌She‌ ‌loved‌ ‌everything‌ ‌
about‌ ‌Flagstaff.‌ ‌The‌ ‌green‌ ‌mountains‌ ‌filled‌ ‌with‌ ‌pine‌ ‌and‌ ‌juniper.‌ ‌The‌ ‌crisp,‌ ‌fresh‌ ‌air.‌ ‌The‌ ‌sense‌ ‌of‌ ‌
community‌ ‌and‌ ‌belonging‌ ‌felt‌ ‌so‌ ‌natural‌ ‌here,‌ ‌something‌ ‌she’d‌ ‌never‌ ‌had‌ ‌growing‌ ‌up‌ ‌in‌ ‌Colorado‌ ‌
Springs.‌ ‌With‌ ‌graduation‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌horizon,‌ ‌she‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌a‌ ‌sense‌ ‌of‌ ‌loss,‌ ‌knowing‌ ‌she‌ ‌was‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌
miss‌ ‌this‌ ‌special‌ ‌place.‌ ‌
She‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌close‌ ‌to‌ ‌her‌ ‌parents,‌ ‌who‌ ‌divorced‌ ‌right‌ ‌before‌ ‌she‌ ‌started‌ ‌high‌ ‌school‌ ‌and‌ ‌still‌ ‌
fought‌ ‌as‌ ‌much‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌did‌ ‌when‌ ‌they‌ ‌were‌ ‌married.‌ ‌She‌ ‌desperately‌ ‌missed‌ ‌her‌ ‌younger‌ ‌sister,‌ ‌Chrissy,‌ ‌
a‌ ‌freshman‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌University‌ ‌of‌ ‌South‌ ‌Carolina.‌ ‌She’d‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌Chrissy‌ ‌to‌ ‌come‌ ‌here‌ ‌for‌ ‌college,‌ ‌but‌ ‌
Chrissy‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌champion‌ ‌swimmer‌ ‌and‌ ‌had‌ ‌received‌ ‌a‌ ‌full‌ ‌scholarship‌ ‌to‌ ‌study‌ ‌practically‌ ‌a‌ ‌world‌ ‌away.‌ ‌
Candace‌ ‌had‌ ‌no‌ ‌plans‌ ‌to‌ ‌return‌ ‌to‌ ‌Colorado‌ ‌Springs,‌ ‌but‌ ‌she‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌if‌ ‌she‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌follow‌ ‌her‌ ‌
sister‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌East‌ ‌Coast‌ ‌or‌ ‌head‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌Phoenix‌ ‌where‌ ‌they‌ ‌had‌ ‌some‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌best‌ ‌job‌ ‌opportunities‌ ‌for‌ ‌
what‌ ‌she‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌to‌ ‌do.‌ ‌
Vicky‌ ‌Ryan,‌ ‌a‌ ‌first‌ ‌year‌ ‌student‌ ‌who‌ ‌had‌ ‌aspirations‌ ‌of‌ ‌leadership,‌ ‌ran‌ ‌up‌ ‌to‌ ‌her.‌ ‌
“That‌ ‌weirdo‌ ‌is‌ ‌back,”‌ ‌Vicky‌ ‌said‌ ‌quietly.‌ ‌“Near‌ ‌the‌ ‌west‌ ‌steps.‌ ‌Just‌ ‌loitering‌ ‌there,‌ ‌freaking‌ ‌
people‌ ‌out.‌ ‌Should‌ ‌I‌ ‌call‌ ‌campus‌ ‌police?”‌ ‌
Candace‌ ‌frowned.‌ ‌The‌ ‌man‌ ‌Vicky‌ ‌was‌ ‌referring‌ ‌to‌ ‌was‌ ‌Joseph,‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌really‌ ‌a‌ ‌weirdo.‌ ‌He‌ ‌
was‌ ‌an‌ ‌alcoholic,‌ ‌and‌ ‌mostly‌ ‌homeless,‌ ‌who‌ ‌sometimes‌ ‌wandered‌ ‌onto‌ ‌campus‌ ‌and‌ ‌wouldn’t‌ ‌accept‌ ‌the‌ ‌
help‌ ‌he‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌repeatedly‌ ‌offered.‌ ‌He‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌violent,‌ ‌just‌ ‌confused,‌ ‌and‌ ‌sometimes‌ ‌got‌ ‌lost‌ ‌in‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌
head,‌ ‌largely‌ ‌from‌ ‌how‌ ‌alcohol‌ ‌had‌ ‌messed‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌mind‌ ‌and‌ ‌body.‌ ‌But‌ ‌his‌ ‌problems‌ ‌understandably‌ ‌
made‌ ‌her‌ ‌sorority‌ ‌sisters‌ ‌uncomfortable.‌ ‌He’d‌ ‌twice‌ ‌been‌ ‌caught‌ ‌urinating‌ ‌against‌ ‌the‌ ‌wall‌ ‌outside‌ ‌their‌ ‌
dorm;‌ ‌both‌ ‌times,‌ ‌he’d‌ ‌been‌ ‌cited‌ ‌by‌ ‌campus‌ ‌police.‌ ‌He‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌supposed‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌on‌ ‌campus‌ ‌at‌ ‌all‌ ‌
anymore,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Candace‌ ‌knew‌ ‌they’d‌ ‌arrest‌ ‌him‌ ‌if‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌caught.‌ ‌   

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December 26, 2021

Review: The Rooftop Party by Ellen Meister


The Rooftop Party by Ellen Meister
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Published: May 2021
The Rooftop Party 

Dana is the newest star of the Shopping Channel, but her dream is to become an actress. She is really good at her job and everyone loves her there. When the new CEO announces some change he's making to the channel, someone definitely is not happy about it. Before the party is over, he will be found dead. Dana remembers talking to him, but did she kill him? Dana is determined to clear her name and figure out what happened.

Thank you to Harlequin and NetGalley for the opportunity to read and review this title.

This book had a lot of ups and downs for me. There were parts I loved and zoomed through and other places where it slowed down and was hard to get through. Overall, this was an interesting murder mystery book. Not too many twists and turns and it's pretty easy to find out who the culprit was.

This is the first time I've read a book by Ellen Meister, but I will read another one for sure.



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June 3, 2021

Review: Sadie by Courtney Summers


Sadie by Courtney Summers
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Published: September 2018

Sadie
Mattie and Sadie are sisters. Sadie does her very best to care for Mattie. Their mother is no help. When Matties is found dead, Saide is determined to find her killer and get revenge. When Sadie's car is found with everything, but her inside, her neighbor May Beth gets concerned. The police will not help, so she turns to West McCray, a radio personality with a true crime podcast to help find Sadie. Told from two points of view, Sadie's and West's serial podcast, we find out more about each girl, especially Sadie and what drove her to the point she is.

This is another book I couldn't put down. A lot of people have suggested that this is a great audiobook to listen to. I tried that, but I got confused when listening to the podcast part since there are a slew of characters that are portrayed during those parts and I got confused.

Sadie is a young woman, who I don't think has even reached her 21st birthday. Her mother is a drug addict and after practically raising herself, she has to also raise her younger sister. After their mom disappears, Sadie is sure that she will be able to keep a better hold on her sister, but it proves to be harder and harder. Sadie does her best and is devastated when her sister is killed. Having to grow up way too fast, she shows the strength all women possess to care for what is most important to them.

I highly recommend this book. I gave it a 4 rating because I had so many questions at the end that need answers.

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May 5, 2021

Review: Saving Ruby King by Catherine Adel West


Saving Ruby King: A Novel by Catherine Adel West
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Published: June 2020

Saving Ruby King: A Novel
Ruby King lives in Chicago with her mother and her abusive father. When her mother dies, Ruby knows she can't be there alone with her father. What can she do and where can she go? Her best friend, Layla, tries all she can to help and protect Ruby from what is happening. But Ruby needs more than protection, she needs a whole new change in scenery. Three generations of trauma are seen in this book along with a lot of parent/child relationships.

Thanks to Park Row Books and NetGalley for a copy of this ARC.

When I read the description to Ruby King, I was expecting a very different book. The subject matter in this book is very heavy and has quite a few triggers throughout. From a father sexually abusing his child, a husband abusing his wife and child, and one man blackmailing another. While Ruby King is the title of this book, every character in this book needs some kind of saving. One important character in the book, that I didn't see coming was the church. You get to see what happens, "If these walls could talk." It was eye-opening and interesting to see that part. The church is where all the secrets were kept.

This book was heavy, but also surprising.

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April 26, 2021

Review: Long Way Down: The Graphic Novel by Jason Reynolds


Long Way Down: The Graphic Novel by Jason Reynolds
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Published: October 2020

Long Way Down: The Graphic Novel
When Will's older brother Shawn is shot and killed, Will knows he has the follow "The Rules" in order to prove he is the man of the house. As he goes to find revenge for his brother's death, he meets a few people in the elevator on his ride down from his apartment to seek this revenge. The people he meets have been in his position before. What they tell Will on this elevator ride could change his mind about what he is about to do.

The Rules: No Crying, No Snitching, and Get Revenge.

I read this book with my daughters. I've never read a graphic novel before and this one I read in about 10 minutes while sitting at the breakfast table. Immediately, the book brought on strong emotions. It grabbed me right from the start and kept a hold of me until the very end.

Such a good book, I highly recommend it. I think I'm going to go back and read the full novel now.

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March 12, 2021

Review: Daughter by Asha Bandele


Daughter by Asha Bandele
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Published: January 2005
Daughter
Aya has made mistakes in her life, but she has worked hard to turn her life around and is now on the straight and narrow. When she is out for a jog, she is mistakenly shot by the police. As her mother waits to find out what is going to happen to her daughter, she reflects back on her own life and how they have arrived to this point.

This was recommended by @browngirlreading on Instagram.

This book made me think about how well I knew my own mother when she was in her teens and early 20s. I really don't know too much about what her personal life was like. I know she went to community college and got married and had me by the time she was 24. But I don't know if she went to parties or what she and her friends did on the weekends. I'm sure she doesn't know much about what I did in my late teens and early twenties either.

Miriam, Aya's mother looks back on the life she lived before Aya was born and the years right after she arrived. Each choice she made was to make a life for her daughter. Aya's father was killed shortly after she was born and the manner in which this happens I think is the most chilling part of the experience for Miriam.

This is a touching story that will make you think about mother/daughter relationships as well as how to be the best parent and protect your children as best as you can.

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February 24, 2021

Review: The Midnight Library by Matt Haig



The Midnight Library by Matt Haig
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Published: September 2020


The Midnight Library
Nora Seed is ready to die. She has had enough of this life and is ready to move on. Where she ends up is The Midnight Library. A place that allows you to go back and fix regrets you may have had in life. What would you do if you were given that opportunity? There are infinite possibilities based on each decision you make in life.

'Between life and death there is a library.' she said. 'And within that library, the shelves go on for ever. Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be if you had made other choices ... Would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?'

This was a book club selection for the month of February. At first, I wasn't sure if I was going to like this book because I'm not really into fantastical novels. I really enjoyed this book and dove right into it. I knew exactly the first place I would go if I had the opportunity to go back and fix regrets. I would go back to my college days and graduate and do school the way I should have done it the first time around. If that didn't work out then, there are other things I know I would like to do to change my past.

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January 18, 2021

Review: One of the Good Ones by Maika & Maritza Moulite



One of the Good Ones by Maika & Maritza Moulite
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Published: Jan. 2021
One of the Good Ones




Kezi Smith knows that someone has to speak up in the world for those who are unable to speak out for themselves. She has her own Youtube Channel called generationkeZi. On her channel, she points out the inequalities bestowed upon black and brown people in the United States and she does her part to point out and try to change those inequities. On her 18th birthday, Kezi decides to do more than just speak out, she is participating in her first protest. Things don't go as planned, and her family has to end up burying their daughter. But her younger sister, Happi, doesn't believe the story they have been told about her sister's death. She and her other sister, Genny, along with Kezi's friends, embark on the journey Kezi was set out to participate in after her graduation. This trip will allow for Happi to get to know her sister better. Told mostly from the perspective of Kezi and Happi, we find out what happens when you lose a sister you thought you knew.

Thank you to Inkyard Press and NetGalley for the opportunity to read and review this book.

This book really touched me. As a mother to a little black boy and two black girls, this world is extra precarious for them. We want them to be able to speak up for themselves and for others, but not at the sake of their own lives. I don't know what I would do if I found out one of my children had been killed just for standing up for what is right.

There is a twist in this book that I didn't see coming and when it hit me, I nearly fell to the floor. The Moulite sisters have truly put together a book that will be remembered just as fondly as The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas. I look forward to reading more books by these ladies.

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EXCERPT

chapter two


Kezi

Monday, April 16—1 Day Before the Arrest Los Angeles, California

I must have died and gone to hell.
Right?
Because why else would I have heard that outrageous bleat- ing from my alarm at 5:30 (in the morning!) and chosen to wake up? It was mid-April of twelfth grade. I should have been suffering from a severe case of senioritis that could be cured only by sleeping in. But there I was, doing my Mon- day morning countdown to study.
“Eight…seven…six…five…four…four…four…three… why, oh, why…two… ONE!”
I yanked the covers shielding my head down to my waist and leapt out of bed before the just-right firmness of my mat-
tress and perfectly f luffed pillows could lure me back into their warm nest.
Bang bang bang.
Couldn’t even blame her. I dragged my feet over to the wall I shared with my baby sister, Happi, and knocked twice. Two syllables. Sor-ry. (For counting so loudly that I woke you up while I was trying to wake myself up.)
Silence.
I slipped on cozy padded knee socks and plodded to my desk, where my notes were spread neatly across my laptop, right where I’d left them the night before. Mr. Bamhauer, my AP US History teacher and the miserable Miss Trunchbull to my precocious Matilda, was a stickler for the “old way” of doing things and insisted our notes be handwritten on wide- ruled paper so that the letters were big enough for him to see without his glasses while grading.
I skimmed over the major moments of the Civil Rights Movement that I knew the Advanced Placement test makers were likely to ask about when I sat for the exam in less than a month: Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka. Emmett Till. The March on Washington. The Civil Rights Act of 1964. The Voting Rights Act of 1965. Each bullet point was like a twist unscrew- ing the faucet of my brain, f looding my skull with facts. To me, Brown v. Board of Education wasn’t just some case. It was the rebuttal to Plessy v. Ferguson, the racist court decision that dictated the “separate but equal” ideology. It was one of many nails in the giant coffin of Jim Crow laws and had ushered in the legacy of the Little Rock Nine. But before the Nine, we’d had students like Linda Brown, the Topeka One. Mr. Bamhauer lectured about the past, of course…but he made it stale and removed. To him, the people involved in all this world-changing were just names and dates in a book. Noth- ing more. They hadn’t had souls. Or dreams.
Brown v. Board of Education propelled my thoughts directly to that little girl. I envisioned how Linda Brown must have felt when she’d learned at nine years old that she couldn’t go to the school down the road, the one her white friends in the neighborhood attended, just because of her skin color. I felt her heart hammering when she saw how shaken up her daddy was on the walk home after his talk with the school principal. I imagined the hushed conversations Oliver and Leola Brown had over the kitchen table when they decided to move for- ward with the case, knowing what it would mean. I thought of all the parents hunched over in exasperation, fear, and de- termination, the folks in Delaware, Washington DC, South Carolina, and Virginia, who decided they could no longer accept segregation either.
I drank in American history, in all its problematic glory, like water. It was mine after all. My dad’s grandmother Eve- lyn had embarked on the Great Migration to California after her husband was killed overseas in World War II. He died for a country that didn’t think he deserved to call it home. My mom’s grandfather Joseph had been killed right here in America’s Jim Crow South. And their tales were just the fam- ily history that had been passed down.
I wasn’t much of a morning person, but once I rubbed the crust out of my eyes, I couldn’t close them again. Not with all these stories of individuals insisting they be remembered calling out to me at once. I had to listen to them.
After almost an hour of studying, my alarm rang again to drag me out of my bubble. I walked back over to my and Happi’s shared wall and knocked out another syllabic mes- sage: Hap-pi! Wake! Up! Her groan was loud and miserable. I
chuckled. The only human being on earth less of a morning person than me? Her.
As I waited to shower, I checked the email account I used for my YouTube page, marking off the usual spam, replying to short messages, and noting the invitations and requests I had to think on more and get back to.
But then. I paused.

Oh Kezi. I was reading this ridiculous article about parasocial relationships. It was describing those pathetic people who feel like they know media personalities but don’t. You know, those freaks who get excited when they catch a glimpse of a celeb- rity’s baby or read every interview to see what brand of sham- poo they use. Like that would make them closer. I thought it was fine. But I stayed up all night. All night. All night wondering if you would see me that way too. Like some random weirdo on the internet.
But I told myself over and over, she’s much too good, way too smart, to not realize that some of her subscribers are more special than others. And I’m more than a subscriber. I’m a sup- porter. A lifeline. We get each other. No one understands the struggle and what you’re fighting for like I do. But all night I thought of this. Going insane. Running in circles in my mind until I tripped on something that made me stop. It was some- thing you said, actually.

I tried to swallow but couldn’t get past the sand in my throat. Nausea washed over me in waves, and I clutched my stomach to steady myself.

You said: We’re in this together. You remember that don’t you? It was that youth panel you spoke on two weeks ago at
city hall and you made this beautiful, beautiful comment on how to have hope in the face of hopelessness. You promised that “even in the darkest moments, when you feel completely alone, like you’re the only one who cares, just remember that I care. Our community cares. And the people who came be- fore us and behind us and the ones who come up beside us care too. So long as we keep caring and trying, there is hope.” I cried when your words came to me. And I’m going to sleep well tonight knowing that I’m not alone. I’m not hopeless. I
have you.

There was a video attached to the email, sent from an ad- dress named mr.no.struggle.no.progress. My eyes widened and my pulse pounded against my ears when I registered whose face was in the thumbnail. Mine. I clicked on the preview button with a shaky hand and watched myself at the event the email sender mentioned. There I was, speaking animatedly and pro- nouncing the very words this stranger had taken the time to transcribe. The camera panned slowly across the room as my voice continued in the background.
I remembered that day. I almost hadn’t made it in time, be- cause Happi’s audition for our school’s Shakespeare play had gone longer than planned. Instead of taking my sister home after her tryout, I had dragged her with me straight to the panel. There she was in the video, seated between Derek and Ximena, who’d also come to show their support. The cus- tomary sounds of an audience wove in and out of the audio, a fussy baby babbling merrily, a chorus of a dozen sheets of paper rustling, a sniff ly man’s sneezes punctuating every few sentences.
The camera continued its survey of the room, and I noticed a group of people standing along the back wall. The space had
been remarkably packed for a city hall meeting, and I recalled that quite a few members of the audience had come because they were subscribers to my YouTube channel, generationkeZi. When the meeting was adjourned, more than half in atten- dance had made a beeline to where I was seated, to chat. I’d greeted a lot of people, but others had stood on the sidelines and watched from afar, never approaching.
Who was the person who had sent this message? A fan I hadn’t gotten to speak with? The cameraperson? A local citi- zen who was feeling particularly inspired?
The slow creak of the bedroom door opening diverted my attention. I spun in my chair, not even sure when I’d grabbed the silver plaque I’d received from YouTube for reaching one hundred thousand subscribers, noting the instinct I had to hold it in the air menacingly.
“Bathroom’s all yours,” Happi said, pausing midyawn to look at me strangely.
“Thanks, I’ll be right in,” I replied to the back of her head as she stumbled to her room.
Instead, I gripped the plaque in my lap and sat there, frozen. Him again.

Excerpted from One of the Good Ones Maika Moulite and Maritza Moulite © 2021 by Maika Moulite and Maritza Moulite, used with permission by Inkyard Press/HarperCollins. 

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November 16, 2020

Review: Custom Built by Chantal Fernando




Custom Built by Chantal Fernando
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Published: November 2020
Custom Built (Fast & Fury #1) 
 Bronte lost her mom at a young age, so it’s just her and her dad and her uncle Neville. When Bronte suddenly loses her job she must find something new. Her uncle suggests she starts to work at a local motorcycle shop, Fast & Fury. Bronte doesn’t know anything about motorcycles, but she is a fast learner, it also doesn’t hurt that the manager of the place, Crow, is drop-dead gorgeous. When there is an unexpected death in her family, Bronte will question everything she has known about her life. Will she be able to get her life together to find out what is going on or will she lose her family and friends?

Thanks to Harlequin/Carina Press for the opportunity to read and review this book.



I was sucked into this book from the very beginning. This book made me laugh, it made me cry and it kept my attention the entire time. I couldn’t put it down until I knew exactly what was going on. This is the first book in the series and I can’t wait to find out what is going to happen next. So much went on in this story that I can’t even imagine what else there could be.

What would you do if you found out that your family had a secret life you knew nothing about? An uncle with a secret daughter, a father with a secret business. When all of the secrets come out, no one is safe from danger. With her life and her job on the line, Bronte must do all she can to survive. In the meantime she makes new friends and new loves, but will they be with her until the end?

This is the first book I’ve read by Chantal Fernando, but it will not be the last. 



EXCERPT:

Stepping inside the warehouse is like a whole other world. There’s beautifully done graffiti on the walls, and the workspace shows off brand-new, sparkling bikes. The main room leads into a wide spacious garage, and it has a cool, urban vibe. There’s music playing over the speakers, and it doesn’t look like they have spared any expense with the interior design. In the middle, there’s a reception area with a large, expensive-looking wooden desk and a little staircase leading to another level, one with bikes in various states of being rebuilt. It’s a pretty awesome space.
“Hello?” I call out when I see no one around. Apparently they really do need staff. I’m assuming I’m supposed to be meeting Crow, but I have no idea what to expect right now.
A door opens from behind the reception area, and a tall, muscular blond man walks out. He’s very handsome. He’s covered in tattoos and looks good even bowing shirt with a white top underneath. I wonder if this is his usual look.
Even with the shirt, he screams bad boy.
The bright pattern isn’t fooling anybody.
Blue eyes lock on me. “Bronte Pierce?”
“That’s me,” I say, shaking his hand as he offers it. “Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Crow, and I’m in charge here. We have two mechanics coming in and out to help Cam put together the bikes. But it’s a small group since we only do custom pieces.”
So this is who messaged me yesterday.
“So are you Abbie’s partner?” I ask, since Uncle Neville said he owned the place. If he is, she has done very, very well for herself.
He gives me a confused look, then laughs. I don’t want to admit what the sound of his laugh does to me; it’s deep and all consuming. Great, now I’m having weird feelings about my cousin’s partner and I haven’t even met my cousin yet. Way to build a relationship. Oh yeah, and he’s my boss.
Snap out of it, Bronte. You’re here to work, and that’s it.
Once he’s done laughing, he still has a smirk on his face. I’m not going to lie; it kind of annoys me. “No, Temper is Abbie’s partner. Don’t let him hear you ask me that.”
“But you said you’re in charge. I was told Abbie’s partner owns the place.”
His smirk is gone and now he just looks annoyed. 
“Yes, Temper technically owns it, but I am in charge here. Is that going to be a problem?”
Shit. Great, first I was attracted to the boss, and now I’m pissing him off. “Nope. Not a problem. Sorry, I just found out about Abbie, so I’m playing catch-up. You’re in charge. Got it.”
And apparently not a topic I will bring up again.
He looks at me skeptically but gives me a brief nod. “We basically need someone to man the reception, answer phones, order parts and stay on top of all the bookkeeping. Sound manageable?”
I decide that honesty is the best policy. “I have done some admin work before, but I don’t know anything about bikes or ordering parts. But I’m a quick learner and I’m sure I can pick it up.” I give him my best I-am-confident look.
I hope he buys it.
It’s the truth, though. I’ve done work more complicated than this, and I’m eager to learn and be the best at whatever job I am doing. I’m someone who takes pride in her work, and I know that I’m going to be an asset to his team.
“Abbie said you were a private investigator?”
“I was an assistant to one, yes.” I nod.
“Huh. I would have guessed a librarian,” he comments, making my eyes widen. I mean, I was only just thinking the same thing based on how I dressed today, but it’s rude of him to mention that, especially after only just meeting me. “I hope you’re able to handle the job, and don’t expect any special treatment just because you’re Abbie’s long-lost cousin.”
My jaw drops. His comment really gets to me, even though I don’t want to let him see that. “I don’t expect any special treatment.”
“That’s good, but not true, because special treatment got you this job in the first place,” he replies casually, as if his words aren’t hitting every damn nerve.
I should have known that this job was going to come with a catch, and it looks like I’ve found it. An annoying, smart-ass boss.

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Title: Custom Built

Author: Chantal Fernando

*new* Series: Fast & Fury, #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Imprint: Carina Press 

On Sale: November 24, 2020

Format: Mass Market Paperback (ebook and audio also available)

About Chantal Fernando

Chantal Fernando is the New York Times bestselling author of the Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club series, the Cursed Raven Motorcycle Club series, and the Maybe series, along with several other novels. She lives in Western Australia, where she is working on her next book.

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August 28, 2020

Review: When I Was You by Amber Garza



When I Was You by Amber Garza

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Published: August 2020
When I Was You  

Kelly Medina lives in Folsom, CA. She is married with a son. Folsom is a pretty small town where everyone knows everyone. One morning, Kelly gets a call from the pediatrician to confirm the appointment with the doctor for the next day. Only problem is that Kelly's son is 19 years old and wouldn't need a well baby checkup. The mother of the child has the exact same name, Kelly Medina. What are the chances? When she goes to the gym later in the day, this woman has been there as well. Kelly is determined to find out who this woman is and what she is doing in her town. When Kelly sees the woman's child, she thinks he looks just like her son when he was that age. Kelly has been through some mental issues in the past and her friends and family aren't sure they believe her about her new "friend". What will happen when these two women get closer? Will both Kelly's survive?

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This book had me hooked from the very start. I wasn't sure which direction it was going, but I was along for the ride. I had heart palpitations while I was reading this book, you never knew what was coming next. I had no clue how this story was going to end, but WHEW!!!! The faces I made reading this book ...
This first one was right before I hit part two

This is the face I made when the book was over:


There are a lot of elements to this story, like if this other Kelly Medina is a real person or just part of the first Kelly's imagination. You have to read this book to see all the twists and turns this book has. I couldn't put it down.


EXCERPT

Chapter One

It was a Monday morning in early October when I first heard about you. I was getting out of the shower when my phone rang. After throwing on a robe and cinching it, I ran into my bedroom, snatching my cell off the nightstand. 
Unknown number.
Normally, I let those go. But I’d already run all the way in here, and I thought maybe it was a call from Dr. Hillerman’s office. 
“Hello?” I answered, breathless. Goosebumps rose on my pale flesh, so I pulled the robe tighter around me. My sopping wet hair dripped down my back. 
“Is this Kelly Medina?” 
Great. A salesperson. “Yes,” I answered, wishing I hadn’t picked up.
“Hi, Kelly, this is Nancy from Dr. Cramer’s office. I’m calling to remind you of your well-baby appointment this Friday at ten am.” 
“Well-baby?” I let out a surprised laugh. “You’re about nineteen years too late.” 
“Excuse me?” Nancy asked, clearly confused.
 “My son isn’t a baby,” I explained. “He’s nineteen.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Nancy immediately replied. I could hear the clicking of a keyboard.  “I apologize. I called the wrong Kelly Medina.” 
“There’s another Kelly Medina in Folsom?” My maiden name had been Smith. There are a million other Kelly Smiths in the world. In California, even. But since I’d married Rafael, I’d never met another Kelly Medina. Until now.
Until you.
“Yes. Her child is a new patient.”
It felt like yesterday when my child was a new patient. I remembered sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Cramer’s office, holding my tiny newborn, waiting for the nurse to call my name. 
 “I have no idea how this happened. It’s like your numbers got switched in the system or something,” Nancy muttered, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or herself. “Again, I’m so sorry.”
I assured her it was fine, and hung up. My hair was still wet from the shower, but instead of blow-drying it I headed downstairs to make some tea first. On my way, I passed Aaron’s room. The door was closed, so I pressed it open with my palm. The wood was cold against my skin. Shivering, I took in his neatly made bed, the movie posters tacked to the wall, the darkened desktop computer in the corner.
Leaning against the doorframe of Aaron’s room, my mind flew back to the day he left for college. I remembered his broad smile, his sparkling eyes. He’d been so anxious to leave here. To leave me. I should’ve been happy for him. He was doing what I’d raised him to do. 
Boys were supposed to grow up and leave. 
In my head I knew that. But in my heart it was hard to let him go. 
After closing Aaron’s door, I headed down to the kitchen. 
The house was silent. It used to be filled with noise – Aaron’s little feet stomping down the hallway, his sound effects as he played with toys, his chattering as he got older. Now it was always quiet. Especially during the week when Rafael stayed in the Bay Area for work. Aaron had been gone over a year. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But, actually, it seemed to get worse over time. The constant silence. 
The phone call had thrown me. For a second it felt like I’d gone back in time, something I longed for most days. When Aaron was born everyone told me to savor all the moments because it went by too quickly. It was hard for me to imagine. I hadn’t had the easiest life growing up, and it certainly hadn’t flown by. And the nine months I was pregnant with Aaron had gone on forever, every day longer than the one before. 
But they were right.
Aaron’s childhood was fleeting. The moments were elusive like a butterfly, practically impossible to catch. And now it was gone. He was a man. And I was alone.
Rafael kept encouraging me to find a job to fill my time, but I’d already tried that. When Aaron first left, I applied for a bunch of jobs. Since I’d been out of work for so long, no one wanted to hire me. That’s when Christine suggested I volunteer somewhere. So I started helping out at a local food bank, handing out food once a week and occasionally doing a little administrative stuff. I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t enough. It barely filled any of my time. Besides, I was one of many volunteers. I wasn’t needed. Not the way Aaron had needed me when he was a child. 
When he left, the Kelly I’d always known ceased to exist. Vanished into thin air. I was merely a ghost now, haunting my house, the streets, the town.  
As the water boiled, I thought about you. Thought about how lucky you were to have a baby and your whole life ahead of you. I wondered what you were doing right now. Not sitting alone in your big, silent house, I bet. No, you were probably chasing your cute little baby around your sunny living room, the floor littered with toys, as he crawled on all fours and laughed.
Was your child a boy? The lady on the phone didn’t say, but that’s what I pictured. A chubby, smiling little boy like my Aaron. 
The kettle squealed, and I flinched. I poured the boiling water in a mug and steam rose from it, circling the air in front of my face. Tossing in the tea bag, I breathed it in, leaning my back against the cool tile counter. The picture window in front of me revealed our perfectly manicured front yard – bright green grass lined with rose bushes. I’d always been particular about the roses. When Aaron was a kid he always wanted to help with the pruning, but I never let him. Afraid he’d mess them up, I guess. Seemed silly now. 
Heart pinching, I blew out a breath.
I wondered about your yard. What did it look like? Did you have roses? I wondered if you’d let your son help you prune them. I wondered if you’d make the same mistakes I had.
Bringing the mug to my lips, I took a tiny sip of the hot tea. It was mint, my favorite. I allowed the flavors to sit on my tongue a minute before swallowing it down. The refrigerator hummed. The ice shifted in the ice maker. My shoulders tensed slightly. I rolled them out, taking another sip. 
Shoving off the counter, I was headed toward the stairs when my cell buzzed inside my pocket. My pulse spiked. It couldn’t be Rafael. He was a professor and his first class had already started.
Aaron? 
Nope. It was a text from Christine. 
Going to yoga this morning? 
I’d already showered. I was about to tackle my latest organization project. Today was the kitchen pantry. Last week I’d bought a bunch of new containers and bins. Friday I’d spent the day labeling all of them. After taking the weekend off since Rafael was home, I was anxious to continue with it. I’d already organized several closets downstairs, but my plan was to work my way through all the closets and cabinets in the house. 
Usually I loved yoga, but I had way too much to do today.  
No, I typed. Then bit my lip. Backspaced. Stared at the phone. My own reflection emerged on the slick screen - disheveled hair, pale face, dark circles under the eyes. 
You need to get out more. Exercise. It’s not healthy to sit in the house all day. Rafael’s voice echoed in my head.  
The organizing would still be here tomorrow. Besides, who was I kidding? I’d probably only spend a couple of hours organizing before abandoning my project to read online blogs and articles, or dive into the latest murder mystery I was reading.
I typed, yes, then sent it and hurried to my room to get ready. 
Thirty minutes later, I was parking in front of the gym. When I stepped out, a cool breeze whisked over my arms. After three scorching hot summer months, I welcomed it. Fall had always been my favorite season. I relished the festiveness of it. Pumpkins, apples, rustic colors. But mostly it was the leaves falling and being raked away. The bareness of the trees. The shedding of the old to make room for the new. An end, but also a beginning.
Although, we weren’t quite there yet. The leaves were still green, and by afternoon the air would be warm. But in the mornings and evenings we got a tiny sip of a fall, enough to make me thirsty for more. 
Securing the gym bag on my shoulder, I walked briskly through the lot. Once inside, it was even colder. The AC blasted as if it was a hundred-degree day. That’s okay. It gave me more of an incentive to break a sweat. Smiling at the receptionist, I pulled out my keys for her to scan my card. Only my card wasn’t hanging from my key ring. 
I fished around in my bag, but it wasn’t there either. Flushing, I offered the bored receptionist an apologetic smile. “I seem to have misplaced my tag. Can you look me up? Kelly Medina?’
Her eyes widened. “Funny. There was another lady in here earlier today with the same name.”
My heart pounded. I’d been attending this gym for years and never had anyone mentioned you before. I wondered how long you’d worked out here. “Is she still here?” My gaze scoured the lobby as if I might recognize you. 
“No. She was here super early.”
Of course you were. I used to be, too, when Aaron was an infant. 
“Okay. You’re all checked in, Kelly,” the receptionist said, buzzing me in. 
Clutching my gym bag, I made my way up the stairs toward the yoga room, thoughts of you flooding my mind. A few young women walked next to me, wearing tight tank tops and pants, gym bags hanging off their shoulders. They were laughing and chatting loudly, their long ponytails bouncing behind their heads. I tried to say excuse me, to move past them, but they couldn’t hear me. Impatient, I bit my lip and walked slowly behind them. Finally, I made it to the top. They headed toward the cardio machines, and I pressed open the door to the yoga room.
I spotted Christine already sitting on her mat. Her blond hair was pulled back into a perfectly coifed ponytail. Her eyes were bright and her lips were shiny. I smoothed down my unruly brown hair and licked my dry lips. 
She waved me over with a large smile. “You made it.”
“Yep.” I dropped my mat and bag next to hers. 
“I wasn’t sure. It’s been awhile.”
Shrugging, I sat down on my mat. “Been busy.”
“Oh, I totally get that.” She waved away my words with a flick of her slender wrist. “Maddie and Mason have had a bazillion activities lately. I’ve been running around town like a crazy person. I honestly feel like I’m going insane.”
“Sounds rough,” I muttered, slipping off my flip-flops. This was the problem with getting married and having a kid so young. Most of my friends were still raising families. 
“I know, right? I can’t wait until they’re adults and I can do whatever I want.”
“Yeah, it’s the best,” I said sarcastically. 
Her mouth dropped. “Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t talking about you…” Her pale cheeks turned pink. “I know how much you miss Aaron. It’s just…” 
I shook my head and offered her a smile “Relax. I get it.”
Christine and I met years ago in a yoga class. She’s one of those women with almost no self-awareness. It’s what first drew to me to her. I loved how raw and real she was. Other people shied away from her, unable to handle her filter-less statements. But I found her refreshing and, honestly, pretty entertaining. 
 “I remember how insane it was when Aaron was younger,” I said. “One year he signed up for baseball and basketball. They overlapped for a bit, and I swear I was taking him to a game or practice like every day.”
“Yes!” Christine said excitedly, relief evident in her expression. “Sometimes it’s all just too much.”
“Yeah, sometimes it is,” I agreed. 
The class was about to start and the room was filling up. It was mainly women, but there were some men. Most of them were with their wives or girlfriends. I’d tried getting Rafael to come with me before, but he laughed as if the idea was preposterous. 
“Remember when there were only a few of us in this class?” Christine asked, her gaze sweeping the room.
I nodded, glancing around. There were so many new people I didn’t know. Not that I was surprised. Folsom had grown a lot in the ten years I’d lived here. New people moved here every day.
Staring at all the strangers crowding around us, I shivered, my thoughts drifting back to you. We hadn’t even met, and yet I felt like I knew you. We had the same name, the same gym, the same pediatrician for our child. 
It felt like kismet. Fate had brought you here to me. I was certain of it. 
But why? 

Excerpted from When I Was You by Amber Garza, Copyright © 2020 by Amber Garza. Published by MIRA Books.


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August 7, 2020

Audio Book Review: Someone Knows by Lisa Scottoline



Someone Knows by Lisa Scottoline
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Published: April 2019
Someone Knows  


Being the new kid in town is never easy. It's especially hard when it's the final year of school and friend groups have already been long established. In order to join this one particular group of friends, you have to go through a small initiation, but something goes horribly wrong. Twenty years later, the friends are back together and they are each still suffering in their own way from the events of the past. When tragedy strikes, one member of the group will reexamine the past and the present and find some unexpected truths.

I love Lisa Scottoline. Her books always make you think and keep you on your toes. She is one of the few authors whose books I will buy without reading the description.

Her books seem to always be centered around family drama. The end of this book was a complete shock for me and that is what I love. The group starts with 4 friends when the new kid comes to town. Two boys and two girls. One of the girls takes a liking to the new boy, but another in the group is not having it. You don't know who to trust in this book and by the end you will be totally shocked!


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