• Book Review,  Reviews

    My True Love Gave to Me – Edited by Stephanie Perkins

    In this collection of twelve tales we meet an orphan who falls for a god, a jewish boy who is willing to do anything for his boyfriend – even be santa, and a couple who took far too long to realise they were meant to be. Each story written by a major name in YA romance, My True Love Gave To Me will melt your heart on the cold winter nights and make you believe again.  *** This book was brilliant, it was just what I needed in the run up to the Christmas period and it gave me tingles thinking about some of the fresh romances that were present…

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    Eleanor & Park – Rainbow Rowell

    “He’d stopped trying to bring her back.  She only came back when she felt like it, in dreams and lies and broken-down deja vu. Like, he’d be driving to work, and he’d see a girl with red hair standing on the corner – and he’d swear, for half a choking moment, that it was her.  Then he’d see that the girl’s hair was more blond than red.  And that she was holding a cigarette… And wearing a Sex Pistols T-Shirt. Eleanor hated the Sex Pistols.” Eleanor knew she was done for the moment she stepped on the bus. She knew she’d be target practice for the vultures. New in town…

  • Letterbox Love

    Letterbox Love (#77)

    Letterbox Love is a weekly feature that is hosted by Lynsey at Narratively Speaking and is a way for us to share the books that come through our letterbox, galleys and e-books (through our electronic letterbox) and any other bookish goodies that we want to tell you about. For Review:  Cracks – Caroline Green  Fragments – Caroline Green  I have seen brilliant things about this book and understand that it appeared on a few shortlists for awards recently so I knew I had to check it out, when I was offered it and Fragments for review I couldn’t say no. I love the idea of Fragments being a sequel but told from…

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    Fangirl – Rainbow Rowell

    “There was a boy in her room.  Cath looked up at the number painted on the door, then down at the room assignment in her hand.  Pound Hall, 913.  This was definitely room 913, but maybe it wasn’t Pound Hall – all these dormitories look alike, like public housing towers for the elderly. Maybe Cath should try to catch her dad before he brought up the rest of her boxes. ‘You must be Cather,” the boy said, grinning and holding out his hand.  ‘Cath,’ she said, feeling a panicky jump in her stomach. She ignored his hand. (She was holding a box anyway, what did he expect from her?)”  Cath…