Cover Lover Saturday ~ Wanneer komt de Sint? by Luc Foccroulle, Annick Masson
Cover Lover Saturday ~ The Strange Case of Harleen and Harley by Melissa Marr, Jenn St. Onge
Waiting on Wednesday ~ My December Darling by Lauren Asher
Review: Endroll Back, Vol.1 + 2
I got the second volume from Edelweiss in exchange of an honest review. The first I got for myself because I really wanted to read Volume 2, haha.
Top 5 Tuesday: 19-11-2024: Top 5 PRIDE books
Review: Loki: A Bad God’s Guide to Making Enemies
The newest Loki and this time it is time for winter, figuring out feelings, finding out how friendship works, and trying to not do bad deeds.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ How My Neighbor Stole Christmas by Meghan Quinn
“You know, you never truly get over the first pucker of your nips when that mountain air hits you,” I say as I stuff my mittened hands into my jacked pockets while I survey the backdrop of freshly powdered mountains.
BBNYA Spotlight Tour 2024 ~ Sea of Souls by N.C. Scrimgeour
Review: More Tales to Keep You Up At Night
Don’t listen to the tapes! Definitely don’t listen to the tapes. Burn them for all I care, but DON’T LISTEN!
First Chapter First Paragraph Thursday Intros ~ I Found the Boogeyman Under My Brother’s Crib by Ben Farthing
I heard my little brother cry in his nursery. A stranger laughed in response.
I leapt out of bed without thinking.
Exhaustion made trusting my senses tricky. But if I’d really heard that vindictive laugh then I needed to get to my brother.
I pulled open my door, aware that I was sacrificing at least a few minutes of precious sleep I was allowed.
Bennet cried again. He was almost two, and I’d spent so much time with him this summer break that I instantly recognized this was a cry of either fear or pain. At least, I thought I did. It was so hard to be sure of assumptions like this that I had to double-check before I acted on them. Otherwise, I’d end up with another lecture from Mom and Dad about Making Good Decisions. The hallway was dark except for a sliver of light from a nightlight in the hall bathroom. Mom and Dad’s door was cracked.
It was even darker in there.
I rushed to Bennet’s room, between mine and my parents’.
Through his cries, I listened to hear that stranger’s laugh again. It had been made, raspy, and unkind. The sound of a bully closing in on prey.
Had I dreamed it?
It was hard to tell, lately.
I flipped Bennet’s light switch, connected to an outlet which powered a floor lamp. The lamp didn’t turn on.