Biannual Bibliothon – Write A Synopsis From The Villain’s Perspective

 Biannual Bibliothon – Day Two Challenge: Write A Synopsis From The Villains Perspective


This was forever ago and I didn’t participate really but this was in my drafts so enjoy!


Day 3 of the blog challenges is hosted by Dominique @ Pirates and Pixie Dust. Her prompt is to write a synopsis from the villain’s point of view. Basically:

  1. Choose a favorite book.
  2. Create a blog post sharing your villain’s short synopsis.
  3. Visit Dominique’s original post and share your link in the comments.

I wrote a poem from The Evil Queen’s perspective from Snow White.

Read it here: Poem: The “Evil” Queen

Queens may not cackle
They must be fair
But they may poison apples
To kill an unworthy heir
Snow White falls
At the hands of The Queen
Yet home, Snow crawls
The how, yet to be seen
The winter princess with stars in her eyes
Just as well has blood staining her teeth
And though they cannot see her lies
The Queen sees the girl underneath
She just wished her stepdaughter knew
She was once the princess, too


I hope you guys enjoyed this!

Is anyone participating in Biannual Bibliothon?
Did anyone else write a villain synopsis?
Did you like this?

Let me know!

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Discussion: How To – Start A Book Blog

Advice from a Not-So-Seasoned Not-Quite-Professional

A long while ago, I wrote a discussion with my advice on ARC requests.

Surprisingly, to me at least, a lot of people liked it and found it useful. And I realized something, I feel like a floundering child when it comes to this blog, but with a year and 460-ish followers, I have a marginal about of experience and advice I can share with some form of authority.

So, since my best friend has finally caved to my wishes and is soon starting her own book blog (and yes, I will hype and promote the hell out of her, be prepared), I thought an advice post would be a good way to help her, and anyone else reading this blog who wants help starting a blog, or just to see my insights into blogging, to see a different point of view.


Practical Blogging Advice:

  • Be realistic with yourself. Don’t say you can post 5 times a week if you do not realistically have that time. Start with one well written post a week. Its more important to be well written and consistent than to have a lot of posts.
  • Follow and interact with other blogs. Be a part of the community.
  • Followers do not happen overnight. Do it because you like it.
  • DO NOT OVER REQUEST NETGALLEY ARCS IT WILL HAUNT YOU FOREVER.

Book Blogging Essentials:

  • A separate email account you feel comfortable sharing.
  • A blog directory
  • A Netgalley account
  • A Goodreads account

Memes, Features, and Common Types of Book Blog Posts:

  • Top Ten Tuesday / Top Five Wednesday
  • TBR (To Be Read)
  • Book Hauls / Unhauls
  • Book Reviews
  • Book Adaptation Reviews
  • Book Coming Out This Month/Year
  • Favorites
  • Week / Month in Review – Weekly/Monthly Reading or Blogging Wrap-ups

Connecting With Fellow Bloggers:

A big part of blogging is connecting with fellow book bloggers.

Comment on other people’s posts, and don’t be afraid to start a conversation. People will want to talk to you!


Social Media For Book Bloggers:

You can’t blog in a void.

Well, you can, but then, no one will read what you’re writing. If you want to make friends and gain readers you have to network.

Comment, like, and follow other blogs. Join twitter and follow bookish-peeps there. Get a Goodreads and join some blogger/reader groups.

Trust me, it works.

And this is coming from someone notoriously bad with both technology and people.


Other (more) helpful advice & tips:

How To Start A Book Blog By The Sassy Book Geek

Discussions by Sparkling Letters

Realities of Book Blogging by Ardent Attachments

Rave Worthy Blogging by Rant&Rave About Books

Blog Graphics Tutorial by Read At Midnight


Bloggers I Look Up To/To Follow
(Blog-speration)

This is of course, not a comprehensive list of all the bloggers I like/follow/love, its just a list for the newbies to get a feel of some amazing book blogs and shoutout some people I admire.

This is in no particular order.

That Bookshelf Bitch

Thoughts & Afterthoughts

RakioddBooks

Heir of Glitter

My Tiny Obsessions

Calliope The Book Goddess

52 Letters in the Alphabet

Freedom Library

Bookshelves And Biros

Genie Reads

Icebreaker694

The Orangutan Librarian

Rant & Rave About Books

Read At Midnight

Bookish Things & Tea


So, what do you guys think?

Any bloggers you want to shoutout? Any advice you want to give to newbies or fellow book bloggers? Did you find anything I said helpful? Do you want me to do more of these types of discussions? Are their any topics in particular you want to see?

Let me me know down in the comments!

 

 

Scars and Stories: How I Learned to Read (Though Sheer Stubborness)

Intro:

Every book blogger has a story of how they got into reading or what book insinuated the love of reading in them. This is my story, except my “learning to love to read” story is also my “literally learning to read story”.

Story Time:

Every kindergartener in America starts reading by learning sight words, and by the time they get to first grade they can read picture books on their own. Right?

Well, I went to a private school from preschool until first grade, and they were more math than reading oriented. Reading was basically something that was used to understand the directions on worksheets and that’s it. We didn’t actually read books. I don’t think I read a book until the second grade. That is when I really learned to read. (I mean, I’m pretty sure I read picture books and stuff. But not much else.)

Now, I had an amazing teacher in second grade. I was ahead in everything but reading compared to my class. I went from my slightly advanced private school to an inclusive class (by the fourth quarter they switched me to Gifted – yes, most of the way through the year) to put things in perspective. I went from a first grade reading level to sixth grade level by the end of the year with her. I was at a college reading level by the end of third grade.

The first chapter book I read? Harry Potter.

Sounds crazy? Well, I was a stubborn child (I still am).

I watched the first four movies and was dying to know what happened, so seven year old me decided she wanted to read the books. Didn’t matter that I could just barely read Magic Tree House on my own, I was determined. The school library wouldn’t let me check out the books, but my grandma bought me the boxed set for my birthday/christmas (something around there – this was a decade ago give me a break).

Mind you, I struggled greatly. And Harry Potter was interpreted with listening to the first book on audio to help me out (which we soon learned I wasn’t all that thrilled with – I hate audiobooks, I would literally fall asleep), as well as Cornelia Funke’s books, and stuff  like Series of Unfortunate Events (which I read out of order because at 7 I did not yet really understand the concept of series being in a particular order).

Eventually, I stubborned my way through all the Harry Potter books in a little over a year. My dad used to have to help me read words like “chandelier” but I could read things like “ectoplasm” just fine. I think I confused him.

My reading ability couldn’t be attributed just to Harry Potter – though it was my primary motivation to wanting to. I also had a thing where I liked having subtitles on TV shows  – mind you, I was the kind of kid that was so obsessed with Pokemon, I’d watch the newest movie in Japanese with English subtitles because I couldn’t wait the six months for a Dubbed release.

This Pokemon obsession was the other motivation behind wanting to learn to read – beginning even before the Harry Potter one. I was really into playing Pokemon Channel on the GameCube and Pokemon Leafgreen on the game boy – but Pokemon games are pretty dependent on reading, so I’d have to wait for my dad to help me out (I was 3/4/5 okay?). So, literally, I wanted to learn to read so I could lay Pokemon on my own. I’m pretty sure my first sight words were things like “Pikachu used Thundershock” or something.

After:

Mind you, my stubbornness over reading didn’t end once I’d mastered it. I tried to read Pride and Prejudice when I was 8 (I got bored and read Holly Black and Rick Riordan instead but still – I got a ways through it).

When I was 9, I read all the Twilight books – despite being told repeatedly I was too young and even getting my book confiscated so the teacher could confirm with my mother that I was permitted to read it. I probably would have stopped after the second book because I was, well 9, and a lot went over my head. But I was told I shouldn’t/couldn’t so I finished them. And liked. And started a shipping war among the nine-year-olds once the movie came out and we all begged to see it. Yeah, I was that kid.

I read Hunger Games in fifth grade and gave my dad a heart attack by sobbing hysterically in the car when Rue died – and loudly scream/begging for the next book – despite him beginning to think it was a mistake to let his 10 year old read such violence.

By my last semester of fifth grade, I’d literally run out of books grade level or higher in the ENTIRE SCHOOL LIBRARY to read. Not ones that interested me. All of them. I can’t name beyond about 20 or so favorites that I read through all of elementary school (10 Ways to Make My Sister Disappear, Regarding The Fountain, Awful End, Ghosthunters, Heir Apparent, Companions Quartet, Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark, The Girl Who Could Fly, Inkheart, Amber Brown, Ramona and Beezus, Suddenly Supernatural, Molly Moon, Peter and the Starcatachers, The Magic Half, Scat, Etc.). My teacher had to allow me to read below grade level books so I could reach my minimum for a grade. Yeah, it was pretty insane. I sat for an hour with a stack of picture books, reading and taking AR tests for .5 points each until I got what I needed.

I was the kid who got in trouble for reading under the desk a lot. I once got grounded from reading and was told to watch TV because I was being a smart mouth (my dad told me to do the dishes, and I said child labor was illegal…and continued arguing this point for a while – I was like, 8).

12 Days of Christmas Book Tag

Side note: I’m not picking absolute favorites, just the first books that pop into my head.


ON THE FIRST DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE.

The partridge stood alone in the pear tree. What is your favorite stand alone?

 

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ON THE SECOND DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: TWO TURTLE DOVES.

Love is in the air! Who is your one true pairing?

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ON THE THIRD DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: THREE FRENCH HENS.

In the spirit of threes, what is the best trilogy you have read?

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ON THE FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: FOUR CALLING BIRDS.

Since series usually consist of four or more books, what is your favorite series?

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ON THE FIFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: FIVE GOLDEN RINGS.

One ring to rule them all! Who is your Favorite Villain/Antagonist?

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ON THE SIXTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: SIX GEESE A LAYING.

Creation is a beautiful thing. What is your favorite world/world-building?

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ON THE SEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: SEVEN SWANS A SWIMMING.

Who needs seven swans when all it takes is one good animal sidekick? Who’s your favorite animal sidekick?

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ON THE EIGHTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: EIGHT MAIDS A MILKING.

Milk is so 18th century. Which book or series takes beverages/food to a whole new level?

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ON THE NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: NINE LADIES DANCING.

Dancing is just one skill of a Lady! Who is your favorite kickass female lead?

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ON THE TENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: TEN LORDS A LEAPING.

How about your favorite leading lad?

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ON THE ELEVENTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: ELEVEN PIPES PIPING.

What is your favorite book or bookish thing with musical influence? (It can be about music, reference music a lot etc.)

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ON THE TWELFTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS MY TRUE LOVE SENT TO ME: 12 DRUMMERS DRUMMING.

Drum roll please…what is your favorite read of this year?

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I tag anyone who wants to do this Christmas tag! 

 

The Bookish Book Lover Tag

I wasn’t technically tagged in this, but MyTinyObsessions tagged everyone who read her post to do it, and I wanted to so… Here we are!


This tag was created by Shantelle @Shantellemaryh. 

RULES:

  • Answer the questions!
  • Use lots of book covers
  • Tag your friends

WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU CURRENTLY READING?

This Won’t Hurt a Bit: And Other White Lies by Michelle Au

WHAT’S THE LAST BOOK YOU FINISHED?

Mary Jane by Amy Herzog

FAVORITE BOOK YOU READ THIS YEAR?

Peter Darling by Austin Chant

WHAT GENRE HAVE YOU READ MOST THIS YEAR?

Plays (I took a contemporary theatre class this semester)

WHAT GENRE HAVE YOU READ LEAST THIS YEAR?

Full YA fiction novels in general

WHAT GENRE DO YOU WANT TO READ MORE OF?

Full length fiction

HOW MANY BOOKS HAVE YOU READ THIS YEAR, AND WHAT’S YOUR GOAL?

110 out of 100

WHAT’S THE LAST BOOK YOU BOUGHT?

A bunch at book outlet.

WHAT BOOK ARE YOU SAVING UP TO BUY NEXT?

IDK.

HOW MANY BOOKS DID YOU CHECK OUT LAST LIBRARY VISIT?

None – I don’t go to the library.

WHAT’S A BOOK YOU CAN’T WAIT TO READ?

Changes.

WHAT’S A SERIES YOU’D RECOMMEND TO EVERYONE?

Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

 And not a series but Good Omens.

WHO’S AN AUTHOR YOU’RE HOPING WRITES MORE?

Hank Green

A FEW BOOKS YOUR HEART ADORES?

TOO MANY

WHAT SERIES’ COMING CONCLUSION MAKES YOU SAD?

Shrug.

WHAT BOOKS ARE ON YOUR WISHLIST?

TOO MANY


I TAG:

Night Court Reads

Roses Book Nook

B @ Icebreaker694

Calliope The Book Goddess

Raquel @ Rakiodd Books

The Orangutan Librarian

Sophie @ Blame it on Chocolate

Alex @ Lord of the Trekkies

Stephanie @ Adventures of a Bibliophile

 

Thanksgiving Shoutout #3

Two years I started a bit of a tradition for my blog with my Thanksgiving Shoutout!

Thanksgiving Shoutout #2 – Bloggers You Should Follow

I thought I’d continue it. This is obviously not a comprehensive list, bear in mind.

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Jill @ Rant and Rave About Books

Niraja @ Fantastic Books and Where to Find Them

Olivia @ Heir of Glitter

Nicole @ Away in Neverland

Holly @ Belle of the Library

Stephanie @ Adventures of a Bibliophile

Brittany @ The Grisha Lieutenant

Sara @ The Freedom Library

Sammie @ Bookshelves and Biros

Louise @ Genie Reads

Casey @ Adopt-a-Book-AUS

B @ Icebreaker694

Calliope The Book Goddess

Jocelyn @ 52 Letters In The Alphabet

Shealea @ That Bookshelf Bitch

Raquel @ Rakiodd Books

The Orangutan Librarian

Liz @ Cover To Cover

McKenzie @ Bookish Things and Tea

Megan @ Bookslayer Reads

Catia @ The Girl Who Read Too Much

Danielle @ Books, Vertigo and Tea

Ryann The Reader

Reg @ She Latitude

Kayla @ KDrew The Bookworm

Lashaan and Trang @ Bookidote

Drew @ The Tattooed Book Geek

Sophie @ Blame it on Chocolate

Alex @ Lord of the Trekkies

Sarah @ Written Word Worlds

Cristina @ My Tiny Obsessions

Puput @ Sparkling Letters

Cait @ A Page With A View

Angelina and Brianna @ Fables Library

The Candid Cover

Joey @ Thoughts and Afterthoughts

Aentee @ Read At Midnight

Emma @ Corn Reviews Books

Cait @ Paperfury

Alexandra and Nikki @ Twirling Pages

K. T. Munson @ Creating Worlds With Words

Chantelle Griffin

The Daily Dahlia

A Little About My Novel: Legacy Of Stardust

Synopsis:

Connie Ranvir is the daughter of a war hero, and the mirror image of him too. Too bad she never knew him, too bad she doesn’t want to be like him.

But the Alliance has other ideas, wants her to conscript, follow in his footsteps and be a martyr for a cause that isn’t hers.

Four years ago she left it all behind, and now she’s back on Earth, surrounded by memories, and people, she’d rather forget. But the clocks counting down until she’s 18 and doesn’t have a choice anymore, so she strikes a deal: help her ex-best friend turned enemy figure out whose invading, and destroying, alliance ships, and he’ll keep the general the hell away from her.

Too bad she hates him now.

Too bad she needs him.

Too bad good old dad wasn’t as golden as everyone thought, because when his past comes around to haunt her, she’ll have to live up to the legacy he left her if she wants a chance to escape it. If she even lives that long…


Short Synopsis/Back Cover Blurb:

Everyone has secrets.

Everyone has a past they’d rather stayed hidden.

Everyone has a dark side.

And if she wants to see her future, Connie will have to live up to a legacy she doesn’t want,  a past she doesn’t understand, and discover that, though she may have survived the accident that should have killed her at birth,  life doesn’t give second chances.


Excerpt:

Connlynn Ranvier hated no day so much as she hated her birthday. Her seventeenth was no different, not for the bar fight, which was not even her first birthday bar fight let alone bar fight in general. It wasn’t different for her injurgies, a jagged cut down her cheek which would scar. It wasn’t even different for the sympathy directed at her from those who recognized her, which in these parts was most folks. She had long since come to terms with the fact that her birthday would never be a day to celebrate. It would always be the anniversary of her fathers death.

No, the things that made this birthday special was that it was her first day earth-side in exactly four years. Having left this same bar on her 13 birthday and never looking back since. Until now. Seems people aren’t as forgetful as she’d like them to be.

Which lead to the second reason her seventeenth birthday was made memorable: The bar had, in the intervening years, become frequented by alliance cadets. This, in turn, brought her face to face, for the first time in those four years, with her once time best friend turned enemy, Luxcian.

With a soldier at her side holding her still, she smiled despite the blood dripping into her mouth at Luxcian. Though she was out of practice with false pleasantries and she was sure it seemed more a grimace. But after all he’d done, he deserved nothing but her public mask, despite his once time adaptness at seeing right through it.

“Long time no see” she said brightly. Like they weren’t enemies. Like they didn’t know each other better than anyone. Like there wasn’t a four year gap in their history. Like it wasn’t her 17th birthday and this wasn’t her first time back home since that night four years ago when he joined the alliance and sent her away without another word.

He smiled back, but it didn’t reach the rest of his face. “Didn’t think you’d come back here” he said his tone conversational, despite his words. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again”, he sifted at these words, voice becoming something softer, betraying him of his youth: A mere 3 years older than herself. Either he truly missed her or he was playing her for a fool and she honestly couldn’t have said which scenario she disliked more.

Connie settled for scowling. They were under no illusions for what would follow. He’d been promoted, perhaps for his own merit, perhaps for his insight into her mind. Either way, the night would go as most birthdays with the alliance went. The general would go on some spiel about her legacy or destiny or how her father died to save her and she should follow in his footsteps while trying not to make it sound like he wanted to make a martyr of her despite those exact intentions.

She’d be put in front of cameras commemorating her father.

If she plays along she’s a dutiful daughter living up to her fathers sacrifice.

If she doesn’t, she an example for how aweful a tradgey his death was, that without her father his daughter grew up poorly and that is why we need more people to join up so we can end the fight.

No matter what she does she’s stuck as a martyr for their cause. And now they want to draw her back in, with the customary thinly veiled threats that if she doesn’t join willingly, they will forcefully conscript her when she turns 18, though if she escaped their radar for four years she has no doubt she could do it again.

“You know me” she replied, “I’m good at finding where the trouble is.” Four years ago, he would have laughed, half entertained by her and half scared for her safety. Now, the words rang truer than either of them would have liked to admit.

He cut the civilities then. “Look” he started, paused looking unsure , and plowed ahead saying “we both know you could take any of my men, hell you could take all of them and get out of here without us being able to do a damned thing about it. But I think you came back her for a reason, even if that reason is just you being bored and looking for what is possibly the only challenge left in the universe for you after four years away. So, why don’t you come back and humor us.”

So he was going with a mix of honesty and avoiding the conversation they should, but really don’t want, to have. She’d leave in frustration but if she’s going to follow his take of honesty, she is bored.

“Fine” she agreed. Lightly dancing out of the grip of the cadets holding her despite each of them being three times her size easily. The others looked at her in awed confusion and Luxcian smiled ruefully and amusedly.

“Just like that?” he asked.

“Just like that” she confirmed. “On one condition, two to be exact.”

“Which are…?” he prodded when she paused.

“First, I get a clean slate” At his confused look she clarified. “I don’t know you and you don’t know me. No history. We don’t speak about that night. Agreed?”

“Agreed” he told her uneasily, looking for the first time, not not exactly scared of her the way the guards were, certainly weary, “and the second thing?”

Here she looked him dead in the eye and stayed straight faced as she said, “once I’ve helped with whatever problem is so bad that you were desperate enough to ask instead of tricking or blackmailing me into fixing, you let me go. For good. No birthdays, no speeches, no martyrdom. You let me get away without joining up, and you don’t use my name for causes I don’t believe in just because you can. You let me rest in peace the way you can’t seem to to let my dad. We have a deal?”

He stared her down. Of course he broke first. He was out of practice and she hasn’t had anything but practice these last few years. She wasn’t the same girl he remembered her being when she left. He blinked and conceded. “Fine” he said. Not an edge of emotion leaking into his tone. A perfect robot. A perfect soldier. A perfect Kesnian.

A perfect stranger.

“Well then” she thought ruefully as she followed. “All is right in the world when Luxcian doesn’t show emotion.”

Still, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed at this despite being the reason for it, Lucian, like most of his species reserves his emotions, or at least their expression for his family.

And these days, she is anything but.