The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight by Jennifer Smith

YA/romance. 3 stars.

“Hey AR, how was that book you just read?”
Me *shrugs shoulders* “Fine.”

Since I didn’t read the blurb I didn’t know this was a YA book. For whatever reason I imagined adults meeting on a plane. I’m not sure I would have read it had I known it was YA. On top of that – books that convey a short period of time are difficult to read. This book took place over 24 hours. There was a fair amount of detail and little “action.” I got antsy. And realizing the book wasn’t going to move ahead in time somewhat diminished the impact of the story. I know that just an hour in life can change everything – but it’s hard to give much credence to a day’s worth of “love.”

Premise – Hadley is flying to London for her dad’s wedding. Misses her flight. Meets a fella on the next flight. 7 hours to bond (Hadley uses 98% of this time griping about her dad – seriously the dude left 2 years ago. Move on.) Once they’re off the plane what will happen?

It was an easy read. Took a couple of hours. Writing wasn’t bad. It was…fine. Everything is perfectly fine.

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire

Fantasy. 4 stars

That was glorious. Glorious!

It was like Matilda. Coraline. Roald Dahl and Neil Gaiman for a different audience.

It was short. About 160 pages. And could be read in about an hour. I’m not going to give you a plot synopsis. I didn’t read one before I read the book, and it wouldn’t matter anyway.

When you want to stretch your reading muscles – when you want light and sweet yet dark and awful – when you want OTHER then give this a try. It’s remarkable, and yet so very easy to read.

Jagged by Kristen Ashley

I’m not giving it a rating, nor much of a review. My fault for thinking I could read 2 KA books this close together. I enjoy the feeling that comes with the couple getting together – the chase if you will. But nearly everything after that feels pointless. I struggle to get through it. It’ll be a while before I read another KA.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by JK Rowling

I started it this morning with a commitment to only reading to 50% at the max. That was foolish.

I’m going to let you in on a secret. This is sort of awkward. But…I love Dobby. There. I said it. Glad it’s off my chest. I know that others find him…annoying. But he makes me laugh and cry. Every scene he’s in is brighter bc he’s there.

Anyhow. I’m not gonna review the book beyond saying it was perfect. Rereading them is one of the best things I’ve done for myself. The equivalent of a spa day.

I’m gonna try and take my time a little more with the next one.

For You by Kristen Ashley

Y’all have patience – bc I’m about to go overboard with a metaphor.

Reading a KA book is like eating one of those 5 scoop brownie sundaes. With the nuts and the whipped cream and the chocolate sauce. You’re mostly a healthy eater – sometimes you have a cookie or some fro yo. But today you’ve gone hog wild. And at first it is so damn good. Hot melty chocolate over swirls of ice cream and big hunks of warm brownie. The sweet vanilla ice cream offering the perfect relief. But by 5 or 6 bites you may start to feel a little uncomfortable. Sure you wanted some junk food, but this may be too much. It’s still yummy, but you have some concerns. And by halfway you’re satisfied but there’s so much damn ice cream and chocolate left. You’re panicked. Nauseated. You’ve begun to sweat. “I’ve had all I wanted. It was delicious – why is there so much more to go???”

I either love her books or hate them (some of her female characters drive me straight up the wall). But now even the ones I love get the ice cream reaction. Like any brownie sundae – there’s a recipe – a formula. She uses it because it works, and I respect that. However, at 51% I was craving some broccoli and a salad. Guarantee I’ll read another one of her books though, and it’ll prolly be sooner rather than later. Even knowin exactly how it’s gonna go down sometimes a girl just wants a big ole ice cream sundae.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by JK Rowling

Recently i was a little depressed. 6(ish) weeks of sad and blah and mopey and miserable. My reading choices both reflected this and exacerbated it. During all this I had skin cancer removed from my forehead. As soon as I saw the scar a solution became clear. HP doesn’t cure depression – I got better based on chemicals in my head balancing out and things I did for myself. I read this during the first week that I truly felt like myself again – and it was magnificent. I cried at least 4 times. I smiled constantly. It was like heaven. Prolly the best time I’ve ever had reading a book. I firmly believe the HP books are magical. On to book 2.