The Blood Rave- I mean RACE! Race, I definitely said race.. .... though I'm definitely going to rave about it.... A Book Review

OH MY GOSH GUYS BASICALLY EVERYONE READ THIS BOOK YESTERDAY AND WEEP WITH ME BECAUSE IT IS BEAUTY IN IT'S PUREST FORM!!!!!

THE CHARACTERS!!!! THE PLOT!!!! THE TWISTS!!! THE WRITING!!! THE DIALOGUE!!!! THE SASSY BANTER!!!!! EEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!


And I'm enlisting your help for this post because you have to ask me questions and I will read your mind and write them here and answer them.
Or, you know, I'll just pretend to be you and ask a bunch of questions in your squeaky voice as you wipe your nose on your turtle necked t-shirt and spew waffle/brownie crumbs all over my freshly vacuumed floor.

Gosh darn it, I cleaned it last year!!! Some people have no respect for other people's property. *pointed glare*


BACK TO THE RAVE.

The Blood Race is a book about AWESOMENESS, where AWESOME people do AWESOME things, and some not so AWESOME things, and I wanted to kill some people, and in case you forgot what I'm talking about- IT'S AWESOME. THAT'S ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW.

"Um... is AWESOME the only adjective you know?" you squeak. "Also, where did you get this waffle recipe?"

UM EXCUSE YOU?
ALSO, OBVIOUSLY. I WAS HOMESCHOOLED
ALSO, WHAT THE PISTACHIO? WHY WOULD I GIVE YOU MY RECIPE, YOU CREEP. GET A LIFE.

You: *existential crisis*

Calm down. Also, have more brownies/waffles/waffle-brownies. Cake is also available, since it's the wrong day for squash.

You: *faints at the mention of squash*

Woah, wake up!! GOSH you guys! Get a grip! Jeez.
I'll tell you about The Blood Race if you do!!

He’s spent his life running from who he is. She’s been trying to escape her past for 100 years… Born with unexplainable abilities he struggles to control, college student Ion tries desperately to integrate into his new school and finally put his dark past behind him. But after making a serious enemy, which leads to an accidental rendezvous with the mysterious old man next door— and his hauntingly beautiful but troubled young protégée Hawk, Ion realizes his life will never be normal again.

Late one evening, Hawk drags him by the hand into a closet-turned-rabbit-hole to an extra dimension, and Ion finds himself stumbling involuntarily into a secret society of training for “anomalies,” teenagers with a special set of abilities. Just like him. As they train to become Protectors of future Earth, battling each other as well as their own demons, both Ion and Hawk begin to realize that they are far more alike than they realized. Unsettlingly so. When the Dimension is shaken by an unthinkable betrayal, will an ancient prophecy bring Hawk and Ion together—or will a deadly threat hidden in plain sight cost them both their powers… and their lives?

JUST LOOK AT THAT COVER, YOU  HUMANS AND OTHER INDIGENOUS LIFE FORMS. GAZE AT THE BEAUTY THAT IS THIS BOOK.
now go read it, bye.



"But waaaaiit!!!" You cry after me.  "What is it even about?? Come ooon, I need some incentive here!"

Okay fine. If you stop drooling all over my sofa cushions and start paying attention to me, I'll tell you.


The Blood Race is about:

1. People who have supercool powers like they can shiftshape (E.G., HAWK)
2. A main character who is equal parts relatable and annoying (E.G., ICARUS)
3. A GUY WHO IS IRISH AND FREAKING AMAZING. (E.G., FIN) *still sobbing*
4. A bad guy that actually makes you want so mad you could kill him with a spork. 
5. A main character who also makes you want to kill him with a spork.
6. A writing style that is so unique and cool that you feel like you are watching it happen in front of you
7. A freaking amazing guy. (E.G., SENSEI)
8. A thrilling plot
9. Tears.
10. So many tears.
11. I had actual feelings.
12. What is this. 
13. Amazing.
14. and AWESOME.

LET ME SHOW YOU. Here are some of my favourite (spoiler-free) quotes for you guys:

“You were kidding about the cliff-jumping thing, right?” 

“I was not.” 

“I really don’t like you.” 

“The feeling is mutual, believe me.”

“I said, ‘Sensei, are you waiting around for Hawk again?’ and he said, ‘As always, Fin.’” He began slowly twirling his index finger over the places where the seeds were. “I said, ‘Can’t you get a cage for that bird of yours, Sensei? It would be a little more convenient.’ He said I was a genius, but I told him I was already aware of the fact.”

“It’s not horrible, Icarus.” She nodded in slow, grudging approval. “Not horrible at all. You did a fine job. You can stop.” 

“You sure?” I asked sarcastically, reaching back to gently touch my scorched skin. “I haven’t died yet.” 

“Want me to bake a cake for your pity party?”

EEEEEK ISN'T IT THE BEST?!?!?!?!?! 

THEN GO READ IT.

ALL IN ALL

This book moved me to tears. It made me think. It inspired me in sooo many ways I can't even begin to explain. It punched me in the feels. Gee thanks, Katie. 

For that, I have to convince all of YOU to read it so you can squeal and cry and maybe get some tears out of that cynical heart of yours. 

Now get out of here and read that book!! GO NOW!!!! 

Then come back and finish reading this post, because I'm obviously still the queen around here so you have to at least PRETEND to love me. 

THEN GO HERE AND SUPPORT KATIE IN ALL THE THINGS. 

AND ALL THESE THINGS TOO.

Website: https://kaemmons.com/

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AND THEN COME AND COMMENT AND LET US CHAT ABOUT THE WONDER THAT IS THIS BOOK.


LET'S DO THIS, PEOPLE!!!!

Dear Lovelies

My dearest lovely readers,
I just have a couple of things to tell you in this post, so it's not long.

-I CAN COMMENT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! which means be on the lookout for a myriad of comments from Yours Truly, and hopefully a lot more interacting and conversation and blah di da di da

-Also, let me apologize for not posting last week. We were traveling and i had no time whatsoever!! SORRY!

-Random, but I just got back from a trip to the library, and I only it 16 books. SIXTEEN! I didn't have time to get more...
*distant sobbing*

-Most of these books were school books so... Cool? And not so cool.

-I DID get the Illiad which I am SO excited about!!!

-And a book about the Brontës and a different one about the Inklings.

-So yeah

-One last thing of note. My Adventure Entries have been from months ago because I wanted it to be in chronological order, SO this month and next month too probably if I don't have anything else to post about on Wednesdays I will be doing two Adventure Entries a week. SOUND GOOD?

-Good, cuz you don't have a say in it anyway ;P

Namaarie Mellonamin!!

~E

Entry 8 *EDITED*

It has come to my attention that you human beings, not living in my family, do not know the names of my siblings.
This is ridiculous.
You should be able to read my mind through the light emitting screen you are currently reading this on.
I will write a letter to your teacher immediately complaining about their terrible teaching.

But first I will introduce you to my family.

Abi- my eldest sister. Married and not living with us anymore...... 21
Ellie- lives in England and about to get married to a nice British chap..... 20 (I think?)
Mia- lives in England and pretty boring ;P...... 19
Peter- just moved out of the house..... 18
ME- the awesomest blogger in the History of Ever....... 16
Rachel- my sister who makes chocolate and is actually starting a blog about it and I will command as your sovereign leader ask you nicely to visit whenever she actually puts it up and possibly also follow her and comment on every one of her posts and tell her what I darling sister I am...... 14
Anne- draws people and writes stories (read: makes me write them for her)...... 12
Bridget- currently shares a room with me, but never actually sleeps in her bed....... 11
Becky- super shy and quiet- until you get to know her...... 8
Isaac- the king of loud, annoying, and repetitive noises..... 7
Meg- the baby of the family. Adorable, sweet, and overly bossy..... 3




p.s. sorry about the mixup of posts!! I accidentally did entry 8 twice instead of this last week. woopsies!

A Sniplet of Something I Wroted Right Now

It's random I know, but I would be late otherwise. I'm sorry I haven't replied to your guy's comments either! Blogger won't let me but I'm trying to work on it. Just be sure to click the Notify Me box thing so you can know when I reply. 
This is a story I started writing a few minutes ago. Enjoy

As we sit, roasting in the car, I find myself in the precarious predicament one usually finds oneself in when one's little sister's best friend's cousin left the car door open, and there is no battery.

“Darn you, sister's best friend's cousin!” I mutter under my breath and check my phone for texts.

I texted Jordan thirty minutes ago and he still hasn't shown up. I am slightly vexed by this. Okay slightly more than vexed. But wouldn't you be??

I get out of the car and lean against it, letting the sunlight bathe me. It's hot, but a slight breeze has picked up now. I hear the girls bickering and giggling in the car and grimace. Little sister's best friend's cousins are the bane of my mortal existence and for some reason there are more than seven of them.

No one sane would have more than seven children- especially girls. It's ridiculous.

Also a dream of mine. I want twelve children at least.

“Cassie!” My sister yells in a rising crescendo.

“Julia!” I return in the same tune.

“I'm going to be late for Jenny's party!”

“Well, seeing as I can't do anything about that, there's really no point in telling me.”

She groans and slumps in her seat in frustration.

“I can't even get service here and I wanted to watch a video!” She whines.

Great now we don't have service? I had it a second ago! I get out my phone, and find Julia is right.

“Contamination!” I say through gritted teeth. It's my version of swearing. Say another word that sounds like it, but also sounds dorky to be yelling so I end up feeling better.

Works every other time?

It's exciting.

I lift my phone and try to find signal again.

“Cassie, you really need to get us out of here. Why won't the stupid car start?” Whines Julia's best friend's cousin. I scowl at her.

“Oh I don't know, maybe someone left the car door open and drained the battery. Or maybe the stupid car just doesn't like-” a car drives up and idles, drowning out the rest of my sentence. I finish it anyway. “Doesn't like stupid girls riding in it.”  

I stand and walk over to the car.

“Speak of the devil.” I say.

“Really? I'm honoured you speak of me.” Jordan leans out of his window.

“Not really. But I was about to think about you.”

He snorts with laughter.

“Alright, let's get your car started again. Battery again?”

“How did you ever guess?” I scowl and he gets out of his truck with jumper cables.

“You have Julia and Angela with you. Of course it's the battery.”

“Ugh don't speak her name!”

“Shall I hold your phone or will you refrain from throwing it again?”

“I think your face would make an excellent target.” I pretend to throw my phone at him as he connects our cars with the cables.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.”

Namaarie Mellonamin!!

~E

If you find this, you don't have to read it.

This is just a post that I pushed back in time (oh yeah, I'm a time traveler) Today is really September 9th, but the date says July 12 so yeah. IT's cool.
Anyway, in order to claim my blog on bloglovin I have to do this, so just... yeah. You don't have to read it.

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Entry 7

4/26/2017

The puppy whines and pulls on the little rug with his teeth.

He soon tires of this pursuit and whines again. The little boy plays with him for a moment.

I help dad, fetching and carrying, and stammering over words with my limited Spanish asking for a piece of paper for dad's list.

He really likes lists.

I do too, now that I think of it.

I wonder why.

“Esther can look for it.” Dad says just now, and I turn to look.

“For what?” I ask

“A coupler.” Peter says matter-of-factly.

“What the heck is that?” I ask, a little annoyed at his abundance of helpful information.

He comes over a finds it himself a second later.

The little boy who gave me the paper is making car noises and crashing noises and drawing on a dry erase board.

He's an okay kid.

Douglas is talking to the ladies who are working in the kitchen. They are making lunch.

The puppy is chained to a pole, and when I come near he puts his paws up on my leg and licks me like crazy.

I'm fine with dogs.

Ish.

As long as I am the boss of when and where I touch them, and their tongues stay in their mouths and away from me, than we're great.

Best buds.

But dumb dogs always want to lick me!

Excuse me.

No.

Soon dad will finish putting in these switches.

I don't know how he can like electrical.

It's quite shocking.

Oh shut up. I'm hilarious.

There is an odd smell in the air.

That of food, used baby diapers, sweat, a bit of food, and… I dunno.

Something weirdy.

Oh look.

The puppy has relieved himself.

Who knew that puppy had it in him.

The light flickers and we all glance up.

“There's actually another switch she wants in, but it'll have to be another day.”

After a pause, “what is the name for these in Spanish? Does it say on the package?” I turn to look, and Peter does too. He is farther away, but has longer legs so I just let him.

I've almost lost my balance anyway and I need to recover.

He pokes me in the side and raspberries. (Is that even what it's called? WHY IS IT EVEN CALLED THAT?!)

I scowl lovingly at his back.

I just love it when he does that.

Makes me want to renovate walls with my fist.

A few pigeon holes, you know?

I load up a few things, per dad's request. Then he decides he will do the last light after all.

Typical dad.

I actually don't mind. It's quite fun writing this out.

Dad gives me some anchors (no, not actual anchors. Just- just do some electrical and you'll figure it out.

NOT that I recommend it. It's boring.)

And then he gives me some screws too.

A few minutes later Peter asks for them, and I hand them over.

He shows me some thing circular metal disks, about the size of a quarter, from the… things… that are called…

I don’t do electrical! Gimme a break.

“Douglas said we should give them to Ezekiel and see if it fools him.” He snickers and practically skips off. He does that all the time.

A sort of sauntering skip that he pulls off with such ease it doesn't look ridiculous.

I don't know how, don't ask me!

I laugh and then return to this.

We will leave soon I hope.

Then we have to get more water.

Yippee.

A Music Review- the DUSTIN O’HALLORAN edition

Hello m’darlings!! And how are we this fine morn- er, afternoon??

I hope you’re good and In the Mood (hehehehe see what i did there?? #genius) for some music reviews because that’s what you’re getting.

As you should have read in the title of this post, this is Dustin O’Halloran edition. To get starting let me state that Dustin O’Halloran is basically the best pianist of ever.

He has piano solos as well as movie soundtracks so that is really great! If you want just piano, listen to the CDs Piano Solos 1, Piano Solos 2, and Vorlerben. The other CDs I have only listened to a few of the songs, so you’re mostly on your own there.

BUT! Unless I am completely mistaken, all his music is instrumental so you should be fine.

His music is EXTREMELY inspirational and… I dunno, feels sort of nostalgic. Personally, I love this kind of music.

My favourites of his songs are:

Opus 37

Opus 38

Prelude No. 3

Opus 18

Opus 54

to name a FEW. Honestly, I love all his songs.
Actually, I wrote my second finished book Being Pixie while listening to it, so obviously it’s great ;P

And I know this post is short and I’m sorry!! But we are leaving Nicaragua for the USA in a few days and I have a heck of a lot of packing, last-minute-schoolwork, and such to do.

Oh! Also, I am doing CampNano this month!! HOORAY!!

Namaarie Mellonamin!!

~E

To Discuss:

• Have you listened to Dustin O’Halloran??? ISN’T HIS MUSIC THE BEST OF EVER???
• Do you have other piano artists you are fond of listening to?? SHARE WITH ME!
• Was this boring?? Answer me honestly please!!
• ARE YOU DOING CAMPNANO???
• TELL ME ALL THE THINGS