This title kept popping up again and again, mostly in posts or recommendations from other bookish friends: Paper Girls by Brian K. Vaughan. Besides the fact that the cover is good enough to judge by, I was not surprised at all to find that it really did deserve all the praise.
Since I shared the big details on Instagram Stories, I thought it would be worthwhile to do the same here.
In 2019, I decided to actually make use of the Goodreads account I set up millennia ago to help hold myself to a modest reading goal: one book per month in 2019.
Noticing a sudden urge to serve up a delicious order of chicken nuggets, Chick-Fil-A employee Corey Brown realized he was dying to work a shift at the register on the only day of the week the restaurant is closed.
In looking up YA novels that involve kids in bands, I came across Love Songs & Other Lies by Jessica Pennington, which came out in 2018. I wanted to get some kind of idea how other writers tackled music in their prose, especially where teens and young adults are concerned (let me know if you have any other recommendations!). What I got was a good dose of that along with some great character studies and a unique plot like I've never read before.
This is the part where I ramble stream-of-consciousness for a few paragraphs about confidence.
Recently, I bought a new concealer (completely out of necessity) and thought it would be fun to compare it to the other (mostly empty) concealers I still have lying around.
I have a lot to say, so I broke my review down into five main categories: Gameplay & Mechanics, Story & Writing, Visuals & Design, Music & Voice Acting, and Extras.
I'm boxing up my sweaters. I'm putting away the flannel sheets. I'm packing up my coats (ok, maybe not just yet). But As I'm writing this, it's officially the first day of spring, and though the weather forecast doesn't really show it in Ohio (typical), I've decided that winter is over (and cancelled until further notice).
Next up on my list was 1922's The Beautiful and Damned, another exploration of the society of the Jazz Age that, in my opinion, doesn't hold a candle to Gatsby.