“The Eternal Ones”—A Book Rant


The Eternal Ones by Kristen Miller was completely redic. To be honest I can’t even remember a whole lot from this book because it was just a whole bunch of boring nonsense that never really led anywhere.

Basic overview:

Haven has had “visions” ever since she was a little kid, but her grandmother refuses to let her speak of it and sent her to therapy for many years to get her to stop talking about them. Haven keeps seeing herself as another person in a former life with a guy.

Then one day she sees celebrity Iain on TV and is all like, “OMG, I know him from a past life, I must leave my rinky-dink Tennessee town and go to New York to find him!”

With convincing from her gay bf and some weird backwoods pastor, she sets off for NYC. While there, she runs into the movie star, Iain and he instantly recognizes her and is all, “Oh, thank God, you finally found me. I became a movie star in this life hoping that you would see my face and come be in love with me again.”

Haven discovers some secret Ouroboros Society and unravels weird sketchy past secrets about a bunch of people who also keep getting reincarnated. Is Iain lying to her about stuff? Has she been murdered before? Does someone want to murder her now? Did her therapist back in Tennessee sell her out? Did her dead father believe her when she was a kid and was his death an accident?

Seriously…this book was ridiculous…and not in an entertaining kind of way. I got really bored with the back and forth, “I love him! I can’t trust him! I love him! He lied to me! But I love him!”

I give this book one star. I will NOT be reading the sequel.  


“Death and the Girl Next Door”—A Book Review


Death and the Girl Next Door by Darynda Jones was a surprisingly entertaining read.

The plot is pretty much ridiculous, but the writing is very smart. The wit and humor in this book had me laughing out loud on nearly every page.

Lorelei’s parents disappeared ten years ago, and she has been living with her grandparents ever since, in the small town of Riley’s Switch, New Mexico. With her (also incredibly short) best friends, Brooklyn and Glitch, life isn’t completely horrible. At least her band of misfits keep her entertained.

Oh yeah, and Lorelei sometimes has visions when she touches someone. While at their favorite coffee shop hangout one day, Lorelei accidentally touches a stranger’s arm on the way to the bathroom and has the most bizarre vision ever—one that involves said gorgeous stranger battling a beast-monster.

And to top of the weird vision, her classmate since kindergarten, Cameron, has taken to stalking her. Like really stalking her, lurking outside of her house all night and whatnot. And when the gorgeous new stranger shows up at their school as a new student, it appears that Cameron has a bone to pick with him. The new guy, Jared, is interested in Lorelei and Cameron is determined not to let him get anywhere near her.

Sounds like your typical teenage love triangle novel right? Wrong.

Turns out Jared is some kind of Reaper and comes to Earth to collect souls…or something like that. And Cameron is some kind of not-quite-entirely-human being, hell bent on not letting Jared take Lorelei.

Like I said, the plot isn’t really all that great, but the fun and quippy dialogue more than makes up for it. It at least amused me enough to want to read the sequel. All in all, I give this book three out of five stars.


Here is a steamy scene to tantalize your taste buds:

 “And Jared’s hand on my back pulled me closer, molded me to him. The kiss deepened. He slid his tongue along my mouth, and I parted my lips to let him enter. When his tongue slipped inside, a tingling sensation raced through me. It pooled deep in my abdomen, liquid and hot.

He pulled me tighter and walked me back to a wall, pushed me against it and pressed into me. His body, solid and strong, felt like molten steel against mine. His lungs labored as he explored my mouth with his tongue. I savored his taste, sweet like candy.

Bracing one hand against the wall, he tore away from the kiss. But he didn’t let me go. Instead, he placed his forehead on the wall beside me, panting, his muscles constricted as if in pain. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice husky and soft.”

“Let The Sky Fall” –A Book Review


Let The Sky Fall by Shannon Messenger is a pretty good book if you are in the mood for a quick, light read. It received very good reviews, so I decided to check it out. While I wasn’t necessarily disappointed, I wasn’t blown away by this tale, either (get it…“blown away”…because it’s a book about wind).

Vane Westerly was found at the age of seven lying in the aftermath of a horrible tornado. Both of his parents were found dead, and he has been labeled a “miracle.” Vane has zero memories from before he was found, except the image of a beautiful girl with long, dark hair. He has been dreaming about her ever since.

The beautiful girl = Audra. Audra’s father was also killed in the violent tornado that killed both of Vane’s parents. But unlike Vane, Audra remembers everything. Audra and Vane are Sylphs, also known as Windwalkers. They have the ability to speak the languages of the wind, and use that language to command it, even shape it into weapons. Vane’s memory was wiped the day of the storm to keep him safe, and Audra has been tasked with watching over Vane, keeping him off Raiden’s radar.

Raiden and his army, known as the Stormers, are the ones responsible for that deadly tornado ten years ago. You see, Vane and his parents were the last of the Westerlies (Sylphs born from the Western winds), and now only Vane remains. Raiden will stop at nothing to find Vane and force him to teach him the Westerly language, because he wishes to be the most powerful and destructive Sylph. No Sylph has yet to possess the knowledge of all four wind languages—North, South, East, and West, and Raiden intends to be the first.

So far, Vane has been kept off the radar by living with adoptive human parents, but one night in a desperate attempt to keep Vane from bonding to a human girl, Audra calls upon the wind to knock them apart. Now Raiden has their location and will send the Stormers to capture Vane.

With imminent danger on the way, Audra has no choice but to awaken Vane to his true nature and teach him the language of the Easterly, Northerly, and Southerly winds, hoping he will remember the language of his own ancestral Westerly winds, so that he will be the most powerful Sylph and hopefully be able to defeat Raiden.

Of course there is the typical forbidden attraction between Audra and Vane (because she is his guardian and therefore cannot be with him). Drama of Audra’s mother hating her because she blames Audra for killing her father is included, yada yada yada.

Like I said, this book didn’t put me to sleep, and the Sylph lore was new and intriguing. But, on the whole, this novel didn’t exactly get my heart racing. I give it three out of five stars.



“I’ve been ordered to make him trust me, but in that moment I’m surprised to realize I want him to trust me.”

“When someone you love dies, part of your dies with them. It’s why you’re never the same after losing someone.”

 “I love you. I know that’s inconvenient for you. But it’s true.”

“The Diviners”—A Book Review/Sort-of-Rant


The Diviners by Libba Bray received some pretty awesome reviews, so I decided to check it out. I gotta say, I just wasn’t feeling it. It appears the whole ghost-serial-killer thing is pretty popular right now, but this book just didn’t quite deliver as well as Maureen Johnson’s The Name of the Star (which I also didn’t find to be fantastic, but was definitely better than The Diviners).

Evie O’Neill has a gift: By holding someone’s personal possession, she can sort of enter a person’s mind and tell them anything having to do with the object—including any thoughts or emotions a person may have ever had while holding the object. When Evie was drunk at a party in her hometown in Ohio, she got pissed off at a big-to-do rich kid and held an object of his to discover that he had cheated on his fiancé and gotten a girl knocked up. Refusing to issue an official apology, her parents shipped her off to New York City to live with her uncle, the curator of The Museum of American Folklore, Superstition, and the Occult. That’s the official name, anyway—Evie and her friends refer to it as The Museum of the Creepy Crawlies. 

This story takes place during the flapper era, a time when bobbed hair, rhinestones, and feathers are the fashion. Evie is posi-toot-ly thrilled to be in the glamorous city of New York. She cannot wait to go to speak easies and drink large quantities of gin with her starlet friend.

During this time, though, a string of super strange killings are occurring in the area. Because of the bizarre nature in which the bodies are found, the police have called upon Evie’s uncle to help with the investigation, seeing as he specializes in the weird and paranormal.

That’s pretty much the whole premise of the book. Being completely honest with you, I couldn’t even finish it. The main character, Evie, got on my nerves like crazy. She is completely self-centered and spoiled. To her, life is just one big game and anyone that doesn’t go along with her childish whims is basically considered an asshole.

That’s basically all that has happened in the 335 pages that I did manage to stomach, nothing else happens except a small side story of a few other “diviners” (people with special abilities, such as healing and prophesying) a nerdy friend in Evie’s uncle’s apartment building having a crush on Evie’s Uncle’s assistant, and her uncle hiring a charming young thief that pick pocketed Evie upon her arrival in New York.

The only plus I would say this book had going for it was the song that the serial killer sang as he prepared to kill his victims: Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on, cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells ‘em off for a coupla stones.”

I’m sad to say that, despite the great reviews others gave, I can only give this book two out of three stars.

I don’t even have any fabulous quotes to share with you…the creepy song was the only part I liked enough to note.